#ntltp

[guessiliedinthehook]

Spoiler-y Sneak Peak of the Final Chapter

No Time Like The Present is kicking my ass ;-; It's decided it wants to be the longest chapter I've ever written for this fic (shocking seeing as the jegulus epilogue was 30k). But because it's taking five-ever I wanted to give a little something to tide us over!! Still no idea when it will be up, I'm maybe around halfway through it and it's already 20k. So. Here she is :) under the break in case you don't want a surprise spoiler-ish.

Harry is leaning against the headboard of their bed, a stack of parchment propped on his legs, Muggle pen in between his teeth, glasses askew, bare chest on display for some Merlin-forsaken reason (the reason is Draco and how utterly insatiable Harry is). He looks unbelievable in the low light of the Lumos creeping around the room in slow, indolent flutters. His skin is that same stunning shade it always is after a summer spent in the sun. Ellie and Alya run him ragged when they’re free of Hogwarts. He keeps up with them in a way no one else can—Draco loves him for it. The girls—and that’s what they are, girls—adore going for a fly and Harry adores flying almost as much as he adores them. 

It does have the unintended—or intended, who knows—consequence of Harry looking like a God misplaced from Olympus. Draco ends up taking Harry on his back most nights in the summer, unable to look away from his perfect face and ravishing body. The summer is also when Harry manages to take Draco. Something about the sun agreeing with Draco’s complexion—he’s long since stopped questioning Harry’s madness. 

Stop it, he scolds himself as his cheeks heat and his cock stirs in interest with that train of thought. “Love,” Draco calls him. 

Harry glances up, eyes distracted and tongue visible where he’s got it pressed up along the underside of the pen. “Wha?” He tries before grabbing the thing from his mouth and asking again, “What?” 

“You know what year it is, don’t you?” 

He scrunches his face, the left side always scrunching just a bit more than the right. “Of course,” He replies tetchily. 

“Harry,” Draco sighs and sets aside his own lesson plans he’d been reviewing. “Our…” It pains him, the way he’s going to say this. Because it’s not true anymore. It’s not. “Our friends are coming to school this year.”

[deltaromeo3]

ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ #3 - Daniel Ricciardo

pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x childhood!bestfriend reader

summary: Finally returning home after a few years, she reunites with her long time bestfriend; the all too famous Formula 1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Will things rehash between them or will it take a turn for the worst?

✮ previous chapters: #1 | #2

✮ my ask box is open!

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo! Get up and get dressed!” My mom barges into my room, tossing a towel at me.

“Wha-“

“Aunt Mia’s birthday today. Look your best will you?”

Aunt Mia. Oh yeah right… theres gonna be a small gathering between our families. I guess that’s a given since she’s been friends with my mom ever since I was in nappies.

In my groggy state, I got up, showered and got ready. As usual, I put on a party shirt and paired it with denim shorts; my go-to outfit. Everyone was basically ready, they were seated in the living room waiting for me.

“Ready?” My mom asks.

“Yeah.”

★ ★ ★

After leaving McLaren, Daniel had more than enough time on his hands. So, he decides to come back home to spend more time with his family, why not right? Also he much more prefers the peace and quiet over the hustle and bustle of Monaco so he figured this was a win-win.

But at the back of his mind, Daniel knew he didn’t come back home just for that. He came back home in hopes you would be there too. There would have some sort of gathering and your mother would always invite his family. Deep down, he hoped that he would spot you in the crowd somewhere.

As soon as he enters your house, right after greeting your parents, his eyes immediately scans the living room. You weren’t there. But he was still hopeful that you would be somewhere in the backyard, sitting down laughing about something Ella said.

And like always, his feet brings him to the backyard, and his eyes scans all around for you.

He spots your sister chatting away with Ella but to his dismay, you weren’t there. He sighs to himself and shakes his head thinking “why do I even try? It’s the same every fucking time.”

So off he goes, grabbing himself a beer from the esky and sitting down on the steps of the porch, quietly sipping it just like he does every time there’s a gathering. He spots Caleb from afar, waving at him, making his presence known. Caleb waves back and walks over to him, doing the same thing he does; grabbing a beer and sitting down next to Daniel.

“How ya holding up?” He asks.

“What? In life? In general? But eh, i’m good both ways.“

“That’s good to hear. It’s good you’re taking a break. Good on ya, mate.”

Daniel was someone true to himself, if he wasn’t happy, there wasn’t a reason to stay. And McLaren proved just that, that there was no point putting your all into something that made you unhappy. Don’t get me wrong, racing does make him happy, but this was more like a “if you plant a good seed in bad soil, it will affect how it roots and grows.”

“Yeah… I’m happy with my decision. In a better place now.” He sips his beer.

“Staying for long this time?” Caleb asks.

“Maybe. We’ll see,” He takes another sip of his beer.

Caleb laughs, “Well, if you ever change your mind, come ov-“

“Ma! I’ve got the ice. Where should I put it?!” The familiar voice booms through the whole house.

Is that who I think that is? Is that…? Nah, it can’t be. It’s just my mind playing fucking tricks on me.

“In the esky! Down by the porch!”

“Okay!”

Daniel hears a set of footsteps making their way down to the porch. He doesn’t turn his head to look, afraid his suspicions might be right.

What is he gonna say to you after all these years? How should he start a conversation?

Instead, he just keeps sipping on his beer like it’s bottomless, zoned out…more like trying to not pay much attention to the voice he just heard. Her voice. Your voice.

“Goddamn this woman has me doing shit-“

Daniel hears you mutter to yourself. He chuckles, thinking “she hasn’t changed one bit”.

He notices that you were struggling to carry the ice pack when you pass by Caleb and then himself, which you don’t even realise is there, inches away from you.

“Hey, let me help you with that.” Daniel stands up, hands outreached to take the ice pack off of you. You still don’t realise it’s him.

“Are you su-“

You finally look up to the bloke who offered you help. Finally your eyes meet. You knew that voice sounded familiar, even though you hadn’t heard it in a while.

You froze like a deer caught in headlights when you finally face to look up at him.

The ice pack drops to the floor. “Daniel?” Was all you managed to croak out.

Oh how he hated hearing that name.

Daniel? You know how much I hate it when you call me that. So please, it’s Danny… He thought to himself.

For some reason, hearing ‘Daniel’ roll off your tongue hurt way more than McLaren betraying him.

“Y/N.”

A/N: oof this took me a whiiileee to publish!! life’s been keeping me busy. thank you for the wait! hope you enjoyed this chapter :) as always, feedback (good/bad) is appreciated! <3

🏷️: @zendayabelova @rizzciardo @charlespear

[jays-therapist]

A little Lance sketchdump I did yesterday! I love this guy more than I love life.

Also yes, baby Lance has hair. I just thought he would yk yk.

[roseworth]

I was gonna send a TTS ask about if you'd think it'd have been a good idea to scrap the time travel episode for a Zhan Tiri backstory ep when I realized hey, What The Fuck, they introduced a whole time travel object and DIDN'T use it to flesh out the main villain of the series??? And instead used it to have Rapunzel do one of the most morally repugnant actions in the whole show???

GOD. YEAH. this show is so frustrating bc all the pieces to be a good show are there but they just!! dont do it!!!!!! there was so much they could have done with zhan tiri and just in general with a time travel object </3 but instead they say "rapunzel accidentally played god because her boyfriend disagreed with her :)" and its just. framed as a good thing. its fucked up!!!! i will not hold my girl accountable for that writing decision (and also </3 she didnt mean to </3 rapunzel defender clocking in for duty <////3) but its just so fucking annoying that THAT is what they chose to do with a time travel episode instead of. idk. telling us ANYTHING about the Big Bad of the series other than throwaway lines

i think they could've combined no time like the past and tale of two sisters. like dgmw i like the idea of ntltp bc i loooove seeing lil eugene & lance BUT. what if instead of that it was cass & rapunzel accidentally getting sent back in time and seeng zhan tiri & whatever her followers were called (i forget what they called themselves. did they even have a name or was it just "zhan tiri and those guys that follow her around") and then we would get the cass & rapunzel conflict AND we would get actually flesh out the villain of the show. there were so many things they could have done but no! lets give the final fight no buildup or context because we dont need any of that!!! we just need undeserved emotional moments then a final fight with just two characters while the entire rest of the cast is dying on the ground

[lostywrites]

I don't have a particular scene in mind for No Time Like The Present but I was sort of wondering if there were any parts of the story that might have gone a completely different way but the writing/pace/tone just didn't allow for it to come necessarily. If that makes sense.

Ooh yes! I debated whether or not I should extend the scene with Bart recuperating in the hospital. I imagine he would be frustrated and restless after his surgery.

Not only did Bart lose a leg, but he lost a huge part of his identity. And the first thing that came to Bart's mind was, "How can I provide for the people I love and care about now that I'm missing a leg??"

He took his role as the breadwinner very seriously and wanted to provide for Cassie so she could focus on healing. She had been grieving over the loss of Kon and Bart and now that they're back from the dead, she didn't want to ruin this chance of building a better relationship with the two. However, Kon was also dealing with his own problems and was off-world for the most part of the story…

There would have been a scene with Iris launching into a tirade against Bart being mistreated in the hospital. The staff were wary and afraid of Bart because he was a little feral and uncooperative. So they kept him drugged most of the time and Iris was NOT happy about that. Iris, Tim and Cassie would somehow manage to get him discharged early but even when he's back at the apartment, Bart would find a reason to leave and be on a desperate search for Kon. Because there is an unspeakable bond between the two that I cannot deny.

The scene would have gone into a completely different direction and ended up with me writing a KonBart fic rather than a TimBart one (LOL). Which I honestly wouldn't mind at all! But I wanted NTLTP to be a TimBart story so I thought, I should save Kon's surprise appearance for the later chapters. And I'm kinda glad that I did because I really enjoyed writing the scene with Kon and Bart's reunion in Chapter 6. <3

[tangledgal]

to the person who wrote the ending/ entire time travel concept for no time like the past, I wish for you to have the embarrassing experience of seeing someone waving to you, you waving back, and then realizing they’re waving to the person behind you at least once a week for the rest of your life.

[angry-ace]

Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆

Does your character believe in the supernatural? If so, have they ever experienced any supernatural events? If not, why do they not believe?

Thank you for this ask! ☺️

It depends on the OC, but for the main characters of each of my main wips, the answer is yes each time.

Warner from Rot does believe in the supernatural, he was raised religious, so he believes in religious supernatural elements.

Florence from NTLTP also believes in the supernatural, but she has actually fistfought a demon, so there’s a reason for that.

Luna from BTLOTM also believes in the supernatural, she’s had a lot of shady experiences and I’m sure that she’s chalked some of them up to supernatural elements.

[canvas-the-florist]

No Time Like the Present (3)

Pairing(s): Romantic Roceit, QPR Intrulogical, Sleepmas

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Swearing, harassment, assassination, neglectful parents (?), homophobia mention, fire

Summary: Roman and Virgil have a bonding moment, Dolos discovers something that shouldn't be as surprising as it is, and history gets a vibe check with hindsight.

-

Roman had only been awake for three minutes and he already knew it was too early. The stress had been getting to him, and on the long way to the palace, he had only gotten three hours of sleep in the past week. Usually, he’d sleep in and cuddle into Dolos, but that wasn’t really an option. Even when he’d do expeditions alone, Roman at least knew that his love was safe at home. This wasn’t exactly a good week for him as he knew the sun wasn’t even up yet.

He sighed dramatically and stood up to stretch. Deciding to spend his time wisely so everyone could leave the moment they woke up, he fed the horses, checked around the area for any trouble, and started the hunt for food. Now, they brought food, and Roman knew this, but he had been so bored lately now that his days had an extra six hours. So this meant, he’d roughly remember everything Patton has said about scavenging and try to mimic everything Virgil has done regarding hunting. It didn’t go to plan as he wished but at least he hasn’t gotten severely injured yet, as he was still recovering from that one asshole.

Unfortunately, his brain couldn’t help but drift to Dolos. What if they were all too late? What if he gets hurt in a way he never recovers? Is this how Dolos feels whenever Roman travels out of town? He travels a l o t and he had almost always had to get patched up by the end of it. The guilt started growing as he realized that he and his boyfriend had switched roles. A little ‘I told you so’ at the end of this entire fiasco was definitely in order and Roman would accept it gracefully. He breathed in to keep himself from freaking out. He and Dolos would both get out of this alive, and it’ll be okay. But why couldn’t he bring himself to believe it?

“What the fuck are you doing up so fucking early?”

“Shut up, Virgil, you’re going to wake up Patton and you know he’s a light sleeper,” Roman said huffing slightly at the end of his sentence. Even though he had been up for hours, it was still way too early for any actual communication. “Besides, I know you like sleeping in so what woke you?”

Virgil gave a small grin and shrugged, extending his arms to invite a hug. “I can sense anxiety from 20 feet away so I thought I’d comfort you.”

“Sounds fake but okay.” Roman scoffed, accepting the hug with a small laugh. “Though it is mighty suspicious that I have woken up before you, and you have shown on multiple accounts to not sleep like,,, at all.”

Virgil shoved Roman out of the hug and punched his shoulder. A little unnecessary, but that was what basically defined their friendship at that point. Some melodramatic bickering and practically acting like they hate each other even if they would kill for one another. Though, if this were to be brought up, the two would immediately argue this, as if it was something the world wasn’t allowed to know. Logan and Patton found it ridiculous but Remus found it hilarious that they can act so stupid. Eventually, the others woke up to the two lightly bantering. The sun was up at that point and it was decided they should PROBABLY leave to finish their plan.

“Guuuysss, our horses will probably kick us if we don’t get going!” Patton called.

Roman shook his head with a tired but genuine laugh; hopefully, that laugh would be shared with Dolos soon. He ran back to the campsite, ready to leave as soon as he could.

-

After Dolos was told the plan he was half-convinced it would work.

I mean if you heard any plans about overthrowing your current government with 30 or so people, you’d be skeptical too, right? You wouldn’t just believe everything off the bat. Remy and Magenta shared a house and gave Dolos the guest bed. They weren’t together nor would they ever which was totally fine and Dolos didn’t even ask or hint at something like that when Magenta told him. He was assuming that one of them or both were in separate relationships or so.

It was late at night or early morning and he still hadn’t slept. He was under the blankets, all warm and cozy, but actually getting rest? Who did you take him for? He hardly ever slept when Roman was on his trips, but actually having an adventure for himself? That shit is scary. Dolos sighed and turned to his hide to cradle a pillow in his arms. He hugged it close to his chest, forcing his eyes closed as he imagined that he was safe and sound at home with Roman and his plants. He was so sleep deprived he could almost feel his loved one’s arms around his waist.

Unfortunately, it only lasted about twenty minutes before the sun came up, forcing Dolos to get up as the light hit his pillow and face immediately. He frowned and rubbed his eyes. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind as a vacation at any rate. First of all, he would’ve preferred to have his boyfriend.

While he walked out to the commons of the household he noticed the lack of everyone else. Did they get curtains for every room in the house but his? Classic. He was tired and more than 75% convinced that being cursed to turn half-snake made him cold-blooded as well.

Dolos wrapped his arms around himself, giving himself a small hug and warmth as he curled up in the recliner. Roman would probably tease him on how he can fit so perfectly wrapped in a ball on a chair. This caused him to accidentally drop one of his legs which he didn’t have the reaction time to pull up again. His foot hit the floor and Dolos hissed in pain, attempting not to wake anyone up.

“Well, this is going perfectly.” He muttered to himself angrily, slowly falling off of the chair and slumping to the ground. “Just absolutely splendid. No setbacks at all.”

“Saying synonyms to what you want to believe is true probably isn’t going to work, babe.” Dolos turned around and saw Remy, coffee and all. It’s like he couldn’t be seen without caffeine. He let an exaggerated sigh after taking in the fake that another person was awake, especially that person being Remy. He rolled his eyes in response. “Gurl, calm down, this is my house after all. Strange how I come here sometimes.”

He didn’t bother to respond verbally and slid slowly off of the chair onto the ground so Dolos wouldn’t have to look at his face. It was a bit childish but he was too sleep-deprived to care about that much. He just wanted to hug his boyfriend and let him know that he was alright. Hopefully, he wasn’t doing anything stupid… Ugh, the sooner he helped this ragtag team overthrow the king, the earlier he could get a new home with Roman. If it took actually cooperating with people, maybe the snake would consider it. He let out another sigh and stood up.

“So, what can I do to help your side of the rebellion?”

“About fucking time you gave some enthusiasm.”

-

Thomas tucked his pocket watch back into his jacket for about the fifth time before the queen came in. He was incredibly nervous because he had to actually talk to his father and without Joan around, he didn’t want to mess up and put anyone in jeopardy. Unfortunately for him, his mother had the pleasure of telling him that his father was too busy. Because of course, why would anyone want time with their son? He wasn’t salty at all thanks for asking.

With a sigh, Thomas decided that he was definitely sneaking out again to see Remy and hear about the plans. The more his father ignored him, the more he wanted to rebel. So, once night fell, he put on his cloak and peasant clothing to walk into the streets. It was nightfall at this point and he blended into the point he felt like he let out a breath he seemed to have held for an entire day. Even with being a prince, he never really thinks of himself as one. Yes, he’s grateful for his privilege but he tried not to expect everyone to treat him with that privilege.

It was a hazy afternoon and he opened the door, closing it behind him swiftly. The door closed louder than he thought it would and he heard a loud thud along with a long string of swears. It wasn’t a voice he recognized so he decided to assume it was that Deceit fellow. Even so, Thomas placed his hand on the hilt of his dagger and slowly walked to the living room to see a person on the floor, clutching their feet.

“Are you okay?”

“Perfectly peachy, this definitely isn’t the second time this happened to me today.” Ah, this person can possibly be a threat then. Too clumsy to be an actual criminal. “So are you that prince dude the coffee addicted bitch won’t stop talking about?”

Thomas shook his head. “First of all, no swearing. Second of all, yes, I think?”

“Of course. At least I know that you’re sort of trustworthy.” The man said, standing up and avoiding wincing. Thomas came to the realization that this was supposedly the masterful witch that could destroy the king? Hmmm, okayyy. “Anyways, dipstick, I heard the plan. It might suck ass but I think with a couple of knuckleheads like you, y’all have a chance.”

Without even digesting the sentence, one thing came to the prince’s mind. “Y’all? I have no idea what you’re saying to me.”

Deceit laughed and punched his shoulder, causing Thomas to grab it and yelp in alarm. He was just met with another snicker, which turned grim. “Look, sorry for punching your fragile noodle arms, but you need a better plan with more or fewer people. At this stage of planning, Y’ALL won’t be able to overthrow the king. I know Remy doesn’t want me to change the outline and I respect that, but sometimes force is a dumb fucking thing to do. Since you’re dating him or whatever, and probably smarter let’s be real, you need to tell him! We aren’t going to be able to go at night with clanky weapons and shit like that! You need a more cohesive plan!”

“Well, shit,” Thomas breathed.

“Swearing,” Deceit tutted with a smirk.

Thomas punched him, similar to how he was hit just earlier. Deceit fell from his force, accidentally setting his hair on fire. Both of them stared at each other for a moment. Neither of them noticed Remy had showed up until he poured his coffee on top of the fire. The two standing helped him stand up, as he was too shocked to react. He looked at his hands, managing to make a flame grow above his finger. Deceit blew it out and made eye contact with Remy.

“I think I’m actually a fucking witch then.” He looked up, imagining how Roman would react to this. “Well, that makes a lot more sense than being a pyromaniac as a child… Huh…”

-

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Roman stared at his broken sword. He was supposed to be the knight in shining armor for his love, not breaking the one thing he knew how to use properly. Hell, he couldn’t hold a bow right. This was his favorite sword too. He dropped his head on the horse's neck and sighed. Roman thought himself as an idiot at this moment.

“Yep, that sword looks done for.” Patton declared, patting Roman’s back in sympathy.

“Thanks, Patton,” He replied with a sigh.

“We could always gain possession of another sword. One in better shape.” Logan stated, picking up the pieces and stuffing them into his backpack. They couldn’t leave any traces of themselves behind, even if a broken blade was incredibly useless at the moment. “Furthermore, we have reached our destination. Erytol is two hours and three minutes away if we keep at this current pace without distraction.”

Virgil stretched his back and it cracked loudly. “Since when have we kept from being distracted?” He asked with a chuckle. “Besides, we’re going to have to wait until dark before we should even bother walking in. Even Patton got banned from this city, right?”

Patton nodded while Remus laughed at him. “I think I mentioned something about gay people? Weird because I don’t even have romantic attraction.”

The group sighed at the sound of homophobia. You know the city is bad when even Patton managed to get banned from it. Continuing on, they eventually decided to stop their conversation and travel as promptly as they could. They hid in their average cloaks and prepared for their least favorite city. Erytol. This place was annoying because it had the castle, which meant that more guards and stuff were stationed there. Yet, it was filled with lots of plans to overthrow the king, though a lot of them were never attempted or fell flat. This time it would be better. Because the gays were angry and wanted to fight.

And they were going to beat the shit out of their opponents.

-

When Dolos was a child, around seven years old, he wasn’t allowed outside. He was known as the destructive kid that would be a bad influence on yours. Dolos had once set fire to an entire house and his parents quickly moved away from that town. He wasn’t the son his father or mother could be proud of so he was taken out of the public eye. At least, that’s what he thought for the longest time.

Dolos had grown to despise his parents for being forced to hide. Sure, their intentions seemed good! Their child wouldn’t stop setting fires and at the time he was twelve, this was pushed aside as a wild boy with pyromania. So, he was feared. He had no friends or anything. Eventually, Dolos chilled out and learned to handle things on his own. He bandaged his own wounds and fought his own battles. When he WAS let out, his parents made him wear a hood over his head so the neighbors wouldn’t recognize him. But one day, he met someone that could be considered a friend. Remus.

He was a boy just a year older than himself. An unruly personality. Perhaps one comparable to a wild pyromaniac?

So, a friend! A friend that was a twin that could also be a friend! But, Dolos wasn’t supposed to be outside or talk to others. But… he finally had friends… Doesn’t that mean something? His parents should at least respect that, right? They didn’t. He was told to remain quiet and go home immediately. As Dolos was walking away in shame, he turned and saw confusion and hurt in Remus’s eyes. He softened and fought against his want to cry. If he wasn’t allowed to be friends, he would just have to break the rules.

Roman and Remus were kind. They didn’t ask questions when Dolos knocked on their window at one AM. Perhaps they were too tired or suspected something about his family life. Dolos had run away at age fourteen. He lived with Remus and Roman at their orphanage. It was a refuge for him. He was able to talk to other children and have friends! But not all were ups. The food was horrible and most of the kids were even worse. Dolos would go into his shared bedroom with bruises he would treat himself after treating Remus. Roman was the only one who evaded bullying, by appearing so confident, no one dared to mess with him.

No matter how strong the three got, it was agreed to run away after a year. They ended up in Klanbou, the self-declared “most dangerous city in the continent!” by its citizens. That’s when the three worked together smuggling pixie dust through cities, Remus and Dolos also taking up part-time assassins. They all took up code names to remain secret and eventually met a young man named Virgil under extremely unlucky circumstances. Dolos never mentioned his pyromania to anyone and always kept some form of water on him at all times. Not to keep him hydrated, but to hope it would all stop. Eventually, at least. He never considered himself to be a witch, he didn’t realize the qualifications of magic at the time.

At least, until he had turned 22, and encountered a drunk wizard when he was in the middle of working out his plan for a random politician. The wizard was attempting to flirt with Dolos and as he told him kindly to “Fuck off” and to leave him alone… The wizard got upset. And slapped him.

Dolos stood up to yell at the wizard only to find the left of his face in excruciating pain. He had fallen to the floor, feeling cold hard scales sprouting off his face. The wizard gave him one last kick before leaving the bar. Roman ran after him, leaving Dolos alone. And as he was, he heard the earl of the town ban him publicly. In front of almost the whole contents of Klanbou, the city of criminals. People yelled and called him a witch.

As he was about to be chased out, his eyes darken. “I’ll give you witch,” he hissed, touching the building. The pyromaniac tendencies must’ve kicked in because Dolos created fire without knowing how, and walked out with Roman helping to carry Dolos’s weight. If Klanbou wouldn’t hold them, they might as well give them a legitimate reason not to. And burning the bar seemed appropriate at the time. Though, this meant the two would need somewhere new to live, and a cottage in the woods sounded pretty nice.

taglist:  @azure-shard @bookwyrminspiration @snakeboicouldbegayer

[angry-ace]

For Rot, I could see Sarah getting one for killing somebody (it fits the legal definition of self defense). Artis would get them for treating all her family members like pawns and tools. Celia might get one for abandoning her little brother (bad choice but made for good reasons). Tony might get one for being in a cult. (I haven’t decided if he was born in it or joined.) Dulce Itzel might get one for being controlling. (She’s just prickly and overprotective.) Hank and Avery Griffin (the only villians on this list) have goodish public reputation but are pretty evil and do child abuse crimes.

In NTLTP, Florence might get one for lying to and stealing from her loved ones. (She did it for a good cause, but it is pretty extra even in context.)

In BTLOTM, Eli might get one for cheating at football 🏈.

This is obviously disregarding the very evil characters who everyone knows are bad.

Which of your OC’s is most likely to have a callout post written about them, and why?

[thesecondsanctuary]

Ok but fr toddler varian is my sleep paralysis demon

[guessiliedinthehook]

So now! The end is near! Chapter 17!!!! The moment you’ve been waiting for! The happy ending :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61136416/chapters/166227202

Can I sweeten the deal with a sneak peek?

[kingdomwaited]

{🏮}- “I wonder if Patchy is actually hiding something under that eyepatch... He had it even when he was barely older than Eugene and Lance...”

[the-real-wayward-writing]

Two of the best pics of Rob I've ever taken... if I do say so myself!

[angry-ace]

🌹

I’m giving you two whole paragraphs from No Time Like the Past as narrated by 12 year old time traveling lesbian witch Florence:

I pop my earbuds in and turn on some outdated pop music. I can still hear Mom and Dad talking, so I turn the volume as high as it goes and stare out the window, allowing myself to be hypnotized by the passing trees and buildings. I imagine Miranda’s big blonde lab, Buffy, jumping from the roof of each passing car, following us to the wedding.

I wish Buffy and Miranda really were coming to the wedding. I love Miranda and her beautiful long brown hair and her classic rock t-shirts and her practicing witch father with full sleeve tattoos, and Buffy too, because she is a good dog. I have to stop myself from imagining the wedding being mine and Miranda’s; after all, I don’t even know if she likes me like that. I hope that she does; I like her like that.

[canvas-the-florist]

No Time Like the Present Masterpost

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

[angry-ace]

Uuuuhhh I got a dog in my wip. Her name is Buffy, she a perfectly normal yellow lab. Enjoys pats. Lives with a psychic bisexual witch and his adopted daughter who is also a psychic bisexual witch because sometimes that’s just how it be. Likes to snuggle. Mmmm sleeps on the couch while her owners watch movies.

If you guys have any cool animal companions/creatures/monsters/cool plants in your wips, you should come tell me about them. I want to know. Reblog. Comment. Message me. Send an ask. Idc I just want to KNOW