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somewhereapart · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

230

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,851,307

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: SVU (EO), MCU/Marvel (Steggy), Once Upon a Time (OQ) (shut up, i'm calling it current bc I intend to continue, I've just been taking a little break....)

Over the course of my fandom life: Battlestar Galactica (Lee/Kara), Private Practice (Charlotte/Cooper), CSI:Miami (Calleigh/Eric), and if you count all the writing I did in notebooks during my teenage years Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: The Series (Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, Angel/Darla).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Couches (SVU)

Breaking In (Once Upon a Time) (** This one would absolutely have the top spot if the OQ fandom had made the shift to Ao3 sooner. Baker's Dozen would probably be in the top 5 as well, so... honorable mention. lol)

Lip Service (SVU)

Convalescence (SVU)

Mistakes Were Made (SVU)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to respond to every single comment, years and years ago. Now I am terrible at responding to comments, for a number of reasons. 1) I just don't have the spoons I used to have, and oftentimes I will start out replying to all the comments and then the day will pass and the next day I maybe don't have the time/energy for it, and then I worry people will think I'm intentionally ignoring their comments, which I am very much not, so I kind of adopted an "if I can't get to everybody, I just shouldn't do anybody" mentality which is probably not the greatest and I am trying to work on... 2) I tend to keep the tab open for my latest fic/update for a day or two to see what comments roll in but then after that, I close the tab and I forget the inbox on Ao3 actually exists so I'm reliant on my email alerts to know when there's a new comment, and I don't check that email every day so sometimes it's dayssss after someone leaves a comment on a not-quite-brand-new work before I see it. And then I feel like I've accidentally left it too late? 3) I feel like I should have more to say than just replying to everyone with "Thanks!", or I feel bad when I have more to say to some reviews than that (because they ask a question, are more specific about something, etc.) but then reply to some of the others with only "Thanks!" Like I feel like the people who just get "thanks!" are gonna feel like I don't value their reviews as much as the people who get a longer response, and then they'll feel bad or like they wasted their effort reviewing and then I'll feel bad bc that is very much not the case. (See above re: "if I can't do it for everyone, I'll just do it for no one.") This is the (one and only) downside to me of the Ao3 comment reply format vs. FFNet review replies -- I LOVE that the Ao3 comments format lends itself better to conversation, but the FFnet review replies went to people's DMs so nobody knew if they got a "Thanks!" on this one and someone else got a paragraph. 4) I feel like it pads the Comment count? Like it looks like the work got double the response that it did, it feels a little like I'm cheating? So in summary, I have Comment reply anxiety, clearly lol. But I love receiving everyone's comments, and I hoard each and every one like a dragon with their treasure, and I appreciate everyone who takes the time to leave one. Maybe in 2024 I should make it a goal to reply to all of them idk...

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmmmm.... Hexes, maybe? I was scrolling down the OUAT fic memory lane last night and hit OQ Angst Week, that had some doozies. Maybe Sing A Song of Forgetting, that one was rough.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Baker's Dozen, probably. (Which, fun fact -- I put the OG version back up on Ao3 a few years back "temporarily" and then forgot to take it down, so if you have that and the published book version, now you can compare, I guess 😂)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not much these days, but I have a few times in the past. The one I got the most hate on is actually not on Ao3 because when I moved over my Private Practice fics from FFnet, I didn't move anything incomplete that I wasn't expecting to finish. But it was a Charlotte King fic that dealt with her fiance coming back into her life (before we actually met him on the show) while she and Cooper were broken up, and I was very clear that it was a Charlotte fic not so much a CharCoop fic, but oooooh people were mad that there was a love triangle going on and it was unclear who she was gonna end up with. LIVID. FURIOUS. That's the fic that made me turn off anon reviews for the first time bc I had someone who would just troll me with hate reviews and blow up my DMs. It was a time....

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Indeed, and pretty much... whatever's clever. lol I need more specifics on the last question.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really, no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! Someone swiped a chunk of one of my EO fics and reused it like word for word (with the names changed, obvs) in their Jopper fic this summer! And someone linked me to it and I blew up their Comments section on the chapter and they deleted their entire internet presence, it was wild.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, because every time someone asks me for permission to translate one, I say no, bc I am very protective of my work. lol I don't like not being able to vet the translation and know that it comes across the way I want it to. I've talked in the past about having a friend of mine do a Spanish translation of Baker's Dozen, but she literally does translation for a living and she's so familiar with my writing and my writing process (and I'm so familiar with hers) that I can trust the end result would be what I'd want it to be. Also, in my experience, folks who want to translate my work also want to repost it somewhere themselves, and I haaaaaaate that. I'm a control freak about my work, I want it to be where I want it and have control over the managing of it at all times. (I get annoyed when people repost my work to other fic archives/collections, or have it bound in print for themselves, etc. I don't like that. What if I want to go back and change something? Just leave it where I posted it and link back to there, please and thank you!)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but never to completion.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? It's like choosing between children, I can't.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If Every Road Led Back Home (the aforementioned Charlotte King fic). Everything else, I am still convinced I'll finish it someday. lol (But if we were gonna be less optimistic than that, What Happens in Vegas, and L'ébauche probably)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Porn with feelings. lol Sex scenes with what I call "heightened realism" -- it's probably consistently better sex than real-world sex, but never so much that it seems implausible or too exaggerated, and I like to include little mishaps, or imperfections, or the real things that often get skipped over (hey condoms, hey lube, hey peeing after sex) because when you've been writing sexy fanfic for two decades, quite frankly it's boring when it's perfect and shiny every time. I have a Steggy fic planned for sometime this year that is basically "their sex life has one consistent and inconvenient obstacle and here's all the ways that works out (and sometimes doesn't work out) for them." I haven't flexed my angst muscles in a while, but I used to absolutely love writing stuff that wrecked people until they were yelling at me in the comments. I miss doing that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Rampant abuse of grammar (I know I'm doing it, I just don't care), overuse of the word "just", and too many parentheticals. Also knowing when to stop. I will use 18 words when 3 would do, and I can very easily write myself into the weeds instead of staying on target and writing every scene with intent toward a goal. (Hi, Breaking In.) Also, finishing things. (Hello again, Breaking In, and every other unfinished WIP both on Ao3/FFnet and in my Google Docs graveyard.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it fits the fic, absolutely, but only a language I can find a native speaker to check and correct for me before I post it. I don't wanna be the one out here with the wonky Google Translate French that makes people who can actually read the language cringe.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The first fanfic I ever published on the internet was a Spuffy fic that is now lost to the ages because it was on some fic archive that no longer exists, but I did a lot of pen-and-paper BtVS fanfic writing in middle and high school.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm gonna go with Breaking In, because it's my baby. My Beast. The big guy. My Everest. And also Baker's Dozen because it's Baker's Dozen.

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reigningqueenofwords · 8 days

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In Hiding

Word count: 1,214

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Part 3 of Father Dearest

Cas keeping such information drove a wedge between him and Dean. No matter how many times he apologized, Dean would snap at him. Most days Cas would check in at least once. Sometimes he’d show up with take out, knowing that you were too tired some nights after work. You saw the stress written across Cas’s face, and felt terrible that he was thrust in the middle of this. He never said anything about it, however. He’d held bigger secrets than this back before.

Days turned into weeks. You’d started to show, ever so slightly. From eating better, and having been over weight before, you’d lost a few pounds. The doctor you had been seeing said that was perfectly fine and that the baby was healthy. You were nearing four months pregnant, and looking forward to finding out what you were having. You knew that wasn’t until about twenty weeks, but it gave you something positive to look forward to. Even if you couldn’t share it with the father, or the man you loved.

One night when Cas came by, you were lounging in your pajamas on the couch, feet kicked up. “Y/N.” He said, handing you a bag with a fruit parfeit in in. Your current craving.

“Thank you, Cas.” You smiled, taking it. He was spoiling you.

“We need to talk.” He said, sitting on the nearby chair.

Shifting, you sat up and opened the bag. “What’s wrong?” You could tell something was really bothering him.

He sighed, glancing at the tv for a moment. You were watching Friends reruns on one of the few channels you got. “Dean is working with Crowley.” He said seriously. You raised your eyebrow at him, mid bite. “To find you.” That made your stomach drop. “I’ve tried to assure them that you’re safe, and that you want to be left alone…they won’t listen to me. At least Dean won’t.” What the hell were you supposed to do? “They’ve been searching in cities they know you love first.”

“Hex bags. I need a couple. Can you get your hands on some? I don’t exactly have those resources.” You asked hurriedly. There was no telling if they were tracking you that moment.

“I thought of that already.” He told you, handing you two. “One is to keep with you at all times. The other is for your home.” His voice was sad.

Looking at him, you teared up. Damn hormones. “Thank you, Cas. I know this hasn’t been easy on you.” You said quietly. “And, I’m sorry. I mean, that you’re in the middle of this.”

He gave you a sad smile. “I understand both of your sides. I just know that you’re scared, and that you’re doing what you believe is in the best interest of you and your child. You won’t be alone, though.” He told you gently. “I’ll be here. If you ever need anything at all, don’t be afraid to call for me. I’ll be here as soon as I can.”

That made you smile bigger than you had in days. “You have no idea how much that means to me, Cas.”

“So, enough with the serious talk. Have you been thinking of names?” Every night you’d talk a little about baby stuff. It was sweet, even though most times you ended up explaining why certain things were needed.

Chuckling, you sat back. “Well, for a girl…I was thinking either Charlotte or Constance.” You hadn’t really thought of a middle name to go with either just yet. “For a boy, maybe Christopher or Clark.” You realized they all started with a ‘C’ and laughed. Seeing Cas’s curious expression, you stopped. “All the names I like start with a ‘C’. I think it’s because you’re pretty much my only friend right now, and have been very supportive.”

Cas smiled. “I didn’t realize that, but that is true.” He thought through your names. “I am fond of the name Charlotte. Maybe Charlotte Renee? Or Charlotte Anne?” He suggested. Both were pretty. “As for the boy, I like Clark. Maybe Clark Joseph? Or Clark William?” It was nice having someone to bounce names off of.

“Charlotte Renee and Clark Joseph it is.” You said, taking a bite of your food. Sighing, you let your head fall back. “I have to work too early tomorrow.” You grumbled. Tomorrow you had to open, and that meant getting to work at six in the morning.

“Would you like me to leave so you can get adequate rest?” He asked, concerned.

You shrugged. “I’m probably just going to finish this and get some sleep. You’re welcome to stay or go. I know you don’t sleep.” There’d been a couple times he stayed and watched movies. You didn’t mind. You figured that things were tense at the bunker, and that he just wanted some quiet.

“I should probably get back to the bunker. Sam was looking into a case.” He told you. At the mention of Sam, your heart fell.

“Can you tell him I said hello? And that I miss him?” If you knew that Dean wouldn’t get it out of Dean someway, you’d have Cas bring him by, but it was too risky.

He nodded before zapping himself back to the boys.

“Did you hide her?” Crowley snapped as soon as he saw Cas. "I was summoned as soon as you left. I was tracking her, and then suddenly, she vanished.“ He was not a happy king.

“I did.” There was no sense lying about it. “I provided her with hex bags to hide her.” Cas explained, earning glares from Dean and Crowley. Sam just looked sad. “And she sent a message to Sam.” At that he perked up. “She says hello, and that she misses you.” He gave Cas a small smile.

Crowley moved to stand in front of Cas. “Why are you helping her hide?” He snapped.

Cas sighed. “I’m not at liberty to say. I simply left because she has to work in the morning. Although, I am tempted to return if I’m to be questioned.” He told them, his face hard. “I am respecting her wishes, as should you. Stop looking for her.”

“We can’t do that, Cas!” Dean finally spoke up.

Cas’s gaze turned to Dean. “You won’t find her. Not if she doesn’t want to be found. I will keep her from you as long as she wishes to be.” He was sounding more and more like when he first met Dean. Serious, and firm. “Do not try to track me to her, either.” Snapping his fingers, he was back in your living room, watching old reruns on your tv. You’d gone to bed, and didn’t worry about him coming and going.

Dean slammed his fist on the table. “Son of a bitch.” The fact that his best friend was hiding you from him was royally pissing him off. What was so bad that she would take off like that?

“Can’t you get your pet in line?” Crowley asked Dean. “What on Earth did you do?” He yelled.

“Nothing! I did nothing!” Dean yelled back. Crowley simply disappeared at that, angry at the eldest Winchester. Something was very off with you disappearing like that, and he wanted to know what it was.

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rfsak2 · 3 months

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Easy Target, Pt 1.

So we'll see if anyone even reads this but Ima post it anyways. This has been brewing for decades at this point and it is somewhat of a rewrite of something I posted on Sycophant Hex (~I’m aging myself~) years ago.

For the record I acknowledge that Snape is OOC. He’s taller (by a lot), capable of healing and kindness, and has a sense of humor and hella PTSD.

His characterization is due partly to having started reading these books as a kiddo well before the end of the series (which ended when I was in college ~I’m old~). I have been collecting and revising headcanons since I was a child and now, as an adult and a therapist, I have a very specific idea of Snape that may not be canon, but I might like better.

I also have un-unalived some characters. Lupin and Tonks and maybe more as we go. We’ll see. Again it may not be canon, but I like it and my Snape better. (Fuck JKR).

If you like my Snape, let me know. If ya don’t… also let me know. I’d love to discuss and compare our thoughts

Easy Target

They thought wrong. Severus/OC

Warnings: nothing right now, some bad language words. There will be warnings if continued including mentions of past abuse/assault, violence, smut.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE.

“Little Lottie Beauregard.” The woman grinned maliciously. “How the hell are you doin’?”

Charlotte sighed and set down the book she had been perusing. She glanced over her shoulder and made sure her son was out of earshot. “My last name is de Vilieré, Annabelle, or are your drinking habits finally impairing your memory?”

Annabelle grit her teeth. “No, ‘course not. Say, did you hear about who was at Antoine’s last night?”

Charlotte made a face. “Can’t say I care about gossip.”

“Beau was seen with the Dreaux girl.”

“Good for her.”

Annabelle fidgeted with her hair, disconcerted that she wasn’t getting a reaction. “I mean, I would think you’d be interested as that’s why y’all got divorce ‘n all.”

“I didn’t get divorce because Beau was fuckin’ other women. Sorry that I can't validate your petty jealousy.”

“My petty jealousy?” Annabelle shook herself free of following that line of thought. “Why did you get divorced then?”

Charlotte caught her eyes and held them, dispassionate and disinterested, sliding a book back onto the shelf.

Annabelle shied away from her. “I just know that the Beauregards aren’t the kinda family you leave. So you had to have reason to try.”

“I didn’t try, Annabelle, I succeeded.” Charlotte began flipping through another book. “Maybe, they aren’t as bulletproof as all y’all thought.”

“Rumor has it, your mother has already started undoing all your success.” Annabelle managed to make faux sympathy look as vicious as direct assault. “I reckon you’ll be back at home in no time.”

Charlotte chuckled, eyes fixed on a spell in the book she was reading. “Well, my mother is hot on the heels of her own divorce, so maybe she should mind her business.” Charlotte turned towards Annabelle and shut the book with a snap. “Ironically, that’s advice you’d find helpful too.”

Annabelle batted her eyelashes. “Oh, didn’t y’know: my business is anything I make my business.”

“That’s why your family business is failing, ain’t it?” Charlotte nodded. “Makes sense, too many fingers in too many pies.”

Annabelle blanched.

“Though, gotta say, don’t know why’d you want me to remarry Beau.” Charlotte mimicked her simpering tone. “After all, now you can fuck him all you want and you’ll be the only one committing adultery. I mean, he may need to hire a secretary to manage his… social calendar but I’d imagined this would be good news for you… and the others too, ‘course.”

Annabelle ignored her, pushing her straight, dark hair over her shoulder. “Don’t be silly. Your father isn’t going to divorce your mother. Seriously, it’s a bluff.”

Charlotte smiled. “Would you look at that? There’s at least one thing you don’t know anything about.”

Annabelle hummed, trying very hard to remain calm and disinterested. She failed.

Charlotte bared her teeth. “You don’t know my dad.”

Annabelle rolled her eyes. “No one knows your father.”

Charlotte nodded, eyes on Hadrien, lest he hear more than he should. “That’s not one hundred percent true. I mean he is the eldest son of one of the founding families of this city, a descendant of the first Creole governor of Louisiana. He’s a philanthropist, an expert in his field, he’s active in all the right circles. Everyone knows my father. My father just doesn’t cast pearls before pigs.”

“Pigs?” Annabelle sucked in a breath and looked down at her hands, trying to school her emotions. “And yet, even the illustrious de Vilierés needed the Beauregards-“

Charlotte laughed. “We didn’t need the Beauregards. My mother made what she thought was a calculated bet. She put her money on the wrong horse, hence the divorce.”

“What horse should she have betted on?”

Charlotte grinned. “Me.”

Annabelle swallowed. “Seems to me that the de Vilierés aren't as prominent as they used to be. Seems to me that she bet on the only horse she had.” She simpered. “After all, the shame was only narrowly avoided. If she had not acted so soon… well, one shudders to think.”

“Must not shudder often, huh?”

Annabelle shot her a nasty glance. Charlotte returned it.

“I just think y’all are awfully big in your britches, considering…”

“Considering, what?” Charlotte challenged. “Quit pussyfooting and say it.”

Annabelle demurred.

Charlotte nodded, sighing. “See now… That’s how I know just how prominent my family is. You wanna drop hints and flirt with what you think is true, but you are too coward to say it. You lack conviction. I doubt you really believe the shit in your mouth. It’s just fodder for your imagined superiority.” Charlotte shrugged and returned Annabelle’s earlier malicious grin. “But then, maybe you just don’t know. Just like you don’t know my dad. You don’t run in the right circles. You want to, for sure. Badly. Desperately. You spend too much money -more than the rumor mill says you have- on dresses for balls and cotillions hosted by social circles you’ll never be welcomed in, to climb a ladder you can only get so high on.”

Annabelle shrunk back.

Charlotte didn’t press forward. Her posture remained loose and unbothered. “Just remember, Annie, my family built the ladder you’re trying to climb. I firmly believe everyone deserves a chance to try to climb the ladder, but knocking us off won’t get you any closer to the top any faster.”

“How egalitarian of you.” She sneered

Charlotte shook her head. “It’s not equality per say, but desire for quality competition. Can’t know how good I am if I don’t know how good my competition is. As it is, I’m not sure I have competition.”

Annabelle flushed. “See, the problem with y’all is-“

Charlotte hummed, cutting her off and set the book in her hand back on the shelf. “The problem is you decided to make my life momentarily difficult instead of minding your damn business. The problem is you’re boxin’ outta your weight class. Shoulda kept your mouth shut and you wouldn’t have embarrassed yourself. But then, the problem is that you got that inferiority complex gnawing at your brain. Makes it difficult to think, I reckon.”

“Charlotte.”

Charlotte turned over her shoulder, away from Annabelle’s slack-jawed stare, and smiled at her brother-in-law’s mother, her godmother.

“Bonjou, Mama Oya! Koman sa va?”

“Mo bon, babygirl.” Tall and ebony-skinned, Oya Dillioles glared down her nose at Annabelle with more regal dignity than any monarch the world over had ever possessed. “Mrs. Brennan.”

Annabelle just managed to not sneer. “Mrs-“

Charlotte tsked. “Madame.” She tilted her head, blonde ringlets tumbling over her shoulder. “I mean, you gotta know I ain’t about to let you address her recklessly.”

Annabelle locked her jaw. “Madame Dillioles.”

Charlotte smiled. “That’s better.”

Oya hummed and turned sharply away from the fuming brunette. Leaning down, she placed a kiss on each of Charlotte’s cheeks. Charlotte stretched up to return the gesture.

Oya shifted so she was standing full in front of Annabelle. “Charlie, cher, I was on my way to the Shop and felt faint. I was hoping you and my strapping, young grand-baby could walk me over, if y’all were done here?”

Charlotte fought back a smile, knowing full well that Oya Dillioles had never felt faint a day in her life. Charlotte would unhesitatingly put money on her living forever.

“Of course, Mama. We’re meandering that way.” Charlotte called over to Hadrien, who stood from where he had been inspecting a low shelf of books. “Baby, is there anything you wanted to buy? We’re gonna walk over to the Shop with Mama Oya.”

“No, I’m good. I didn’t see anything that we don’t already have at the house.” Hadrien approached with a bright smile, giving Annabelle Brennan a wide berth. “Hey, Mimi!”

Oya’s smile was beaming as she reached up for Hadrien’s peach-fuzzed cheek. “I see you everyday, baby, and I swear you get taller every time. Just the spittin’ image of your Grandpa and Uncle.”

Hadrien beamed and stopped ever so slightly to press a kiss to his de facto grandmother’s cheek.

They left without glancing at Annabelle Brennan. Meandering idly, Hadrien regaled Mama Oya and Charlotte with a complicated potion he had been helping his uncles with all summer.

“Nonc Ogun said that my-“ he stopped short in front of a beignet shop. “Do you think they’ve eaten?”

“Your uncles?” Charlotte glanced at her watch. “I doubt it. It’s only 10:30, baby.”

“I’ll get them coffee and some pastries then. Be back in a second.”

Charlotte smiled. “Get me a coffee too, H. Mama Oya?”

Mama Oya pinched Hadrien’s cheek. “Me too, baby. Thank you.”

When Hadrien was clear of the door, Mama Oya glanced down at Charlotte. “You shouldn’t let her get to you.”

Charlotte smiled. “She doesn’t. I’ve known her all my life and the worst she can do is try to taunt me about my divorce? A divorce I wanted and instigated?” Charlotte grinned. “Pathetic. I ain’t worried about her.”

Oya hooked her hand in Charlotte’s elbow. “Who then? Who are you worried about?”

“My son, me, all of my family including the Dillioles..” Charlotte shrugged. “I love NOLA, it’s in my blood-“

“But?”

Charlotte sighed. “But I’m not sure how much longer I can be here without hexing someone into the next century.”

Oya frowned. “Are people harassing you? If so, I can get Amadioha or Eshu to walk around with you.”

“No… that’s not necessary. They both have more important things to be doin’ than babysitting me.”

Oya clicked her tongue. “They would happy -proud- to keep their Auntie Charlie safe, you know that, especially if you’re being harassed.”

“It’s not that bad.” Charlotte sighed. “People mostly just stare or make little snide comments. I kinda wish someone would try something. Give me a reason.” Charlotte caught her eyes. “I just- I’m done. I don’t have it in me to pretend anymore. To show people only what they want. To allow them to spew shit about situations they know nothing about without retaliation. It’s killin’ me.”

Oya nodded. “You’ve never been good at politicking, playing nice. Straight to the point. It’s one of the reasons we should’ve known that you didn’t want to be with him. That there was more going on.”

Charlotte shook her head. “I worked real hard for a long time to keep y’all out of it. I just wish I had said something sooner.”

Oya nodded. “I know, baby, I know.”

“I just don't know if I can be me here. Everyone already has an opinion here. About me, about the family, about the divorce. I feel like I’m suffocating.” She sighed. “I'm trying to make it to January but I don’t know if I can.”

“When Hadrien turns eighteen.”

Charlotte nodded. “I have an interview. I haven’t told anyone yet.”

“For a job?”

“Yeah, with a school out in the UK.”

“Hogwarts?” Oya whistled. “Ain’t that somethin’?”

Charlotte swallowed. “They’ve finished fixing up the school after the- after and the Headmistress was their transfiguration professor so they need a new one.”

Oya smiled and pinched at her cheek. “Well, I’ll miss you for sure, but I can’t think of a better person to take over a transfiguration professorship.”

Charlotte turned wide, vulnerable eyes on Oya. “Are you sure?”

Oya pressed a kiss to Charlotte’s forehead. “Never been surer about anythin’, cher. You are the best transfiguration master I’ve ever met.”

Charlotte breathed deep and nodded. “One thing that would make it easier, tell you what. Once Dad’s divorce is final…”

Oya sucked on her tongue. “Hush you.”

Charlotte grinned. “Gotta get rid of your boy toys though.”

Oya pursed her lips to tamp down her smile.

Charlotte yawned and glanced at her watch.

6:00 am. Goddamn.

She could barely keep her eyes open as she dropped her portkey into the waiting basket, set down the bird cage in her hands and stepped off the platform.

This is bullshit. People don’t actually exist at this hour.

She looked around quietly, hoping to catch sight of not only the customs office, but also a coffee shop? Or at least someone who could tell her where to find one?

She sighed upon seeing the customs office, sans coffee, and made her way towards the line she could already see forming, catching a brief glimpse of herself in a large decorative mirror.

She winced, taking in her bedraggled appearance.

As per normal, her blonde hair was a mess of frizzy ringlets, her blue eyes tired and clouded over the bags that normally haunted the sleepless. To top it off, she hadn't really even bothered to get dressed beyond a faded t-shirt and a pair of cuffed, faded blue jeans that had once been dark. It just seemed too much effort to get all dressed up for traveling and the inevitable errands she had to run.

She shivered. It was full-summer sweltering, bordering on hellish in NOLA. She had worked up a sweat walking from the car to the porkey office in NOLA not thirty minutes ago. She would have to dig a sweater out of one of her bags at first opportunity.

She swallowed dryly and set her shoulders. She was a de Vilierè. She could do this.

She felt her posture collapse, the energy required to keep upright almost too taxing on her frayed nervous system.

I’m not sure I’m human currently, much less me.

She pinched the bridge of her nose feeling the caffeine headache starting up.

There was so much to do after she finished fighting her way through the red tape. There were new clothes to buy, books to peruse, money to exchange and bank vaults to set up. She then had to portkey to some remote town in Scotland and become acquainted with the school that she would be living in for the foreseeable future.

She sighed and shook off a raging headache and a distinct sense of melancholy. Best get to work.

After an hour waiting in the line at the customs desk in the British Ministry's International Portkey Office, she imagined she had seriously considered casting nearly dozen unforgivables, a great majority of them directed at either the execrably slow customs officer or the man in front of her that sported excruciatingly severe body odor.

It took a further fifteen minutes of abject torture before the man in front of her moved away from the counter and cleared the way.

To be fair, she tried valiantly to put on a smile and remember the manners society expected of her, but upon reaching the front of the line, the portly woman found there launched into a laundry list of items that the Ministry had deemed 'restricted.'

No hello. No good morning. Just a list of vegetables and restricted potions ingredients.

It took another ten minutes and all of her easily exhausted patience, after pulling nearly all of her worldly possessions out of her bespelled satchel, to convince the officer that she was carrying none of the restricted items in her luggage.

Finally, after checking the last item off her list, the witch turned back to her and held out one chubby hand. “Hand me your wand, Ms. de Vilieré.”

Charlotte raised a blonde eyebrow in response, both at the butchering of her name (de Vil-ear) and the idea of placing what amounted to a part of her soul into the hand of a customs officer who she doubted would treat it with the respect it deserved. Knowing it would get her nowhere, she relented and handed her the wand.

The woman examined the wand carefully and then measured it, calling back to one of her cronies, “Yew, ten inches, with...” She paused and cast a spell on the wand, “A snake's scale.” She shot Charlotte a skeptical look. “You yanks believe that snake scales hold magical properties?”

Charlotte smiled frostily, her deep south accent deepening further (if that was even possible) in irritation. “It's not just any snake, it's Li Grand Zombi and it does hold magical properties or it wouldn't be in my wand.”

“It's a zombie snake?” The woman guffawed. “I'll believe it when I see it.”

“I can demonstrate if y’want.”

The woman froze, staring at her from under her lashes. “No, mum, it’s not necessary.”

Charlotte simpered. “If you’re sure.”

She cleared her throat and gave the wand an experimental flick, turning her back on Charlotte. “Yew, ten inches, springy and with a zombie snake's scale at the heart.”

A red-headed man sat behind her and stared at Charlotte from behind a set of clerical file drawers. “Got it, Matilda.”

Matilda cast an appraising look at Charlotte and whispered, a bad parody of sotte voce. “Though, I reckon she’s not the type we’d be wantin’ ‘ere after You Know Who.”

The man nodded. “Yew wood and a snake core. Bad omens, they are.”

Charlotte grit her teeth. “Can I please have my wand back, Matilda?”

Matilda looked uncomfortable and handed back her wand. “Here y’go, mum.” She nodded, awkward anxiety written in her posture. “You’re done ‘ere, mum. Passport control and visas are two floors up.”

Charlotte thanked her quietly as she accepted her wand. She made to leave and paused. “For the record, Voldemort didn’t have nothin’ on some of our racist madmen.” Charlotte delighted in their shivers, fighting down her conscience. “And I’m an absolute pussycat compared to them. Adieu.”

She didn’t get far before regretting her ill temper. She’d be lucky to make it to Hogwarts at this rate. Matilda was probably calling the passport office right now.

Tossed out because I couldn’t watch my mouth. Who’da thunk?

Charlotte glanced up at the clock and cussed under her breath. She made her way towards where she assumed the elevators were. She had at least another hour of bureaucracy and red tape before she could do something fun.

Three hours later, she was sitting on a bench in the middle of the now-bustling Portkey Authority, trying valiantly to fight of the wave of sleepiness that had latched onto her mind with a vengeance as soon as she stopped moving.

As it were, she was quickly falling into a light doze when an indignant squawk broke its way through the fog of sleepiness.

“Hermés, shh.”

The squawking did not stop and the bird-cage sitting next to her on the bench shook violently. Charlotte sighed a little and, with a small indulgent smile, twisted around to find her steadily over-filled satchel on the other side of the bench next to her. She pulled out a bird treat and moved the leather cover out of the way looking at the falcon within.

She offered the treat as one would offer a peace treaty and got a hearty nip to her forefinger for her trouble.

“Yeah, yeah, screw you too, bitch. You never stay angry for long, and you know it.” She reached into the cage and smoothed the ruffled feathers on the falcon’s head, before retrieving another bird treat.

“I don't mean to intrude, mum, but are you Charlotte de Vilierè?”

Vil-i-ear. She shrugged. It was better.

Charlotte started and turned toward the representative of the Authority she somehow missed approaching. “Um yeah, that’s me.”

The short man cleared his throat. “Well, we are ready when you are, ma’am.”

“Yeah. Okay.” She took a deep breath and grabbed Hermés’ cage. “Let's go.”

Charlotte took another deep breath of clean, cool air, trying really hard to not jostle Hermés in his cage. She looked around Hogsmeade slowly, taking in what amounted to a tiny sleepy village in its full summer splendor. The sun was bright, the foliage green and the air cool and clean, a startling difference to the muggy, sweltering heat of New Orleanian summers.

She took another deep breath to savor the beauty around her and stepped further onto the street.

“Oh and yeh must be the new professor!”

Charlotte started and turned towards the large man standing next to a carriage. She nodded slowly watching as the man began to walk towards her. He shot her a broad grin, then stuck a hand out.

“Th' name is Hagrid, I teach Care of Magical Creatures. Nice ta meet yeh, Professor.”

Charlotte felt her body relax, smiling easily and slipping her hand into his. “Charlotte de Vilieré. Nice to make your acquaintance.”

Smiling, he reached for the bird cage in her hand and relieved her of her satchel as well. He bowed slightly and opened the door for her. “Go ahead, then. Get in the carriage. I'll be taking yeh up to the grounds.”

She nodded again and made for the carriage quickly. “Um thank you.”

He smiled and nodded then followed her into the carriage, setting Hermés on the ground between them. “You're welcome.” He settled back and shifted around her until he was comfortable. “So where are you from, Professor? The headmistress said you were from across the pond, but was mum as to where exactly.” A small self-deprecating smile flitted across his face. “Probably guessed we wouldn't have no clue what she was talking about anyways.”

Charlotte smiled softly. “I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana.” At his look of confusion, she clarified. “It's in the South, along the coast of the Gulf of Mexico.”

Hagrid nodded enthusiastically. “Mardi Gras, right? I don’t rightly know where that is but I've heard about Mardi Gras. I probably coulda guessed that you were from the South from your accent.”

She chuckled lightly. “It is rather distinct. Maybe when I am settled in I can show you New Orleans on a map.”

“I would like that, professor.” Hagrid smiled broadly again. “So you're gonna be takin' over teachin' Transfiguration?”

“Um, yes. I'll be teaching Transfiguration and taking over a couple of the Arithmancy classes so that Professor Vector, I believe, can do more research.”

The sound of gates swinging open cut off the rest of the conversation.

“We're here.”

“This here is Professor Snape, our Deputy Headmaster. He'll be showin' yeh around Hogwarts.” Hagrid smiled brightly and motioned to the dour-looking man in all black standing on the steps of the school. As if sensing her anxiety, he whispered from somewhere over her head, and took Hermés’ birdcage from her hand. “I know he looks a fright, but he's a war-hero. Never met someone as brave ‘n trustworthy as the professor. Man deserves to be a little grumpy after what all happened. I’ll take your owl and your bags to your quarters.”

She nodded absently, choosing not to mention that he didn’t look a ‘fright’. He wasn’t smiling, sure, looked to be pretty ticked to be standing there, but that wasn’t the problem.

She had done her research and knew who Severus Snape was. She knew to expect some curmudgeon-esque behavior. His personality had been extensively reported on, but so had his deeds, his skill, his intelligence.

Severus Snape was capable and, while she knew she was intelligent and the Headmistress had been impressed with her, seventeen years trapped in a marriage had done little for her professional confidence. The imposter syndrome was kicking her ass.

That and he was attractive. Sure, he wasn’t Brad Pitt or Leonardo DiCaprio, but she’d never been really interested in conventional. He was tall and intense and wore intelligence and ambition like armor.

It had been a long while since she’d felt any type of attraction for anyone. It was enough to set her nerves on edge.

And honestly, she probably looked like she had been dragged backwards through a swamp. Bedraggled and disheveled.

Her mother’s voice came to her unbidden. Really Lottie. Put more effort into how you look. That’s your job as a wife, to be ornamental. He didn’t marry you for your brain.

Maybe if you took being Beau’s wife more seriously he wouldn’t-

She shook herself free of that memory and started up the stairs toward the tall man. She wiped her hands on her jeans, hoping he didn’t see, knowing by his sneer that he did. “Hello, Professor Snape. I am Charlotte de Vilieré.”

One black eyebrow rose as a pair of black eyes looked down in disgust at her hand. His eyes flickered back up to hers and he intoned a brief: “I'm aware.”

She breathed deep. So it begins. “‘Course.”

He hummed.

Her jaw clenched slightly, before she forced herself to relax. “Nice to meet you.”

“I'm sure.” He sighed negligently and waved her into the castle. “Shall we? The Headmistress thinks it a good idea that I show you around the school.” His tone left no room for imagination as to his feelings on the matter.

She sighed and followed after him, noting with more than a little resignation, that he seemed determined to lose her. At maybe six-three or six-four and towering a foot-plus over her not particularly impressive five-two, he had a much longer stride and used it to his advantage. He was in the building before she even had time to clear the first level of stairs.

Breathing deeply, she scampered behind him. Once in the building - the castle, good god, where am I?- she became easily distracted by the architecture, the smell, the feel of the place. Nothing in NOLA, as opulent and storied as it was, could compare to this.

He stopped abruptly, she almost ran full-tilt into his back, and turned towards her, watching in sarcastic amusement as she put a hand to her chest and huffed a shaky, “Shit.”

“Having problems keeping up, Ms. de Vilieré?”

What a dick. She glared at him and stood up straight. “Please continue, Professor.”

The smirk fell from his face, indicating that she had likely said that out loud. She flushed and felt a brief stab of something more than anxiety as he appraised her with dark eyes.

He seemed to come to some decision and turned away, drawling a quiet: “Indeed.”

Turning toward the giant doors in front of them, one large hand came out from the depths of his pockets with a wand. A negligent flick of his wrist later and the doors opened.

She followed him into the room and looked up at the enchanted ceiling silently, awestruck by the sheer complexity of the charms needed to pull something like that off.

“Do close your mouth, Ms. de Vilieré. It is rude to gape.” He shot her a smug look and continued to walk further into the room. “This is the Great Hall...”

After that she found it rather hard to concentrate on what he was saying. Somewhere in between imagining a dozen or so wordless, wandless jinxes she could throw at him, she completely zoned out.

She was just considering the mathematics behind a wandless color change spell, when the subject of these musings cleared his throat.

“Ms. de Vilieré, if you would kindly listen when I speak to you.”

With a swift shake of the head, the woman rejoined the world of the living and stared up at the very tall man in black with tired eyes, realizing yet again just how tired she was. She sighed and rubbed a hand over her face, chastising herself. She seriously considered attempting to throw a jinx at the man just because he was being a little ornery.

“Professor Snape?” A sour look passed over his face briefly as he waited for her to continue. Her accent was thick with exhaustion and she was sure she looked a mess, but she struggled to focus on his disapproving black eyes for more than a few seconds. “I know that it's pretty late in the afternoon here, and that by all rights I should be as cheerful as you, but,” she paused to yawn, peeking with one eye over the hand shielding her mouth at the glowering man, “But I have not stopped goin' since midnight and I need to sleep desperately.”

He looked down his long nose at her, black eyebrow raised in disdain. “I see. In that case, I will show you to your quarters. Will that suffice?”

She nodded mid-yawn before adjusting her tote on her shoulder. “By all means, lead the way.”

He nodded curtly and turned sharply on his heel. “This way, Professor.”

When next he saw her, this time hours later at staff dinner, she looked if possible, even more ridiculous. She seemed to be wearing the same trousers as she had been wearing this afternoon, wrinkled as if she had fallen asleep in them, accompanied by an over-large gray sweatshirt, with the word ‘Saints’ emblazoned across the front in garish gold lettering. Her curly blonde hair was free of the ponytail it had been in earlier and had formed a cloud around her head that made her look like an overgrown mushroom.

A beautiful mushroom, to be honest, with an alluring, impressively glowing recommendation from Minerva and a surname that tickled at his memory for some god forsaken reason.

But a mushroom, nonetheless.

She approached the table timidly, with the near imperceptible scuff of trainers on stone, and made for the only open seat, the one directly across from him.

The table fell silent, even Rolanda and Lupin choosing to forgo their rather obnoxiously loud discussion of quidditch in lieu of watching the tiny, blushing woman take her seat.

Minerva cringed slightly at the woman's less-than-professional appearance, before forcing a thin, polite smile on her face. She cast a look at Severus and he knew immediately that she was warning him to play nice. “And how did your travels go, Professor de Vilieré?”

“Charlotte’s fine.” The woman smiled, her hair arranging itself into a neat bun of its own accord.

Wandless and wordless. Severus shrugged it off, it was likely a spell she had been using most of her life. Proficiency was a given.

“It went alright, I guess, Headmistress. Thanks for askin’. I'm exhausted but I reckon I'll be right as rain in the morning.” She shrugged with a self-deprecating smile. “And more put together too.”

Minerva responded with a pleasantry he didn't care to catch and the woman responded in kind with a soft smile and soft admonition he couldn’t make out.

As she spoke recounting some particular or another about her journey, he allowed himself to listen to the odd cadence of her voice. Her voice was soft and her accent thick and drawling, lacking the staccato rhythm of the Minerva’s brogue and brusque quality of his own voice, but there was something annoyingly pleasant about it.

Like almost everything else about her, he decided it was irritating. She was a lesson in extremes. She was too short, her hair too wild, her jumper too garish and her accent too American. She couldn't just be average.

That thought led into another rather interesting thought. Why was it that this blasted school couldn't hire anyone normal?

“Severus!” A long fingered hand landed on his sleeve heavily. “Are you quite alright, dear?”

Severus snapped to attention and focused on Minerva. “Yes.”

“What has you so distracted?” She retracted her hand.

He sighed, frustrated that he had been caught lost in his thoughts. “It is of no importance.” He caught de Vilieré’s eyes and grunted, looking down at his food.

“That jumper, Ms. de Vilieré, may I assume that it is in...support, shall we say, of a sports team?” Despite his polite, maybe even pleasant, phrasing, the deep baritone of his voice dripped with sarcasm. He didn’t like her or her sweater and desired that she knew it.

The asshole.

She looked up from the mush she had made on her plate and caught his arched eyebrow with one of her own, and spoke in a deliberately cheerful voice, nodding. “The New Orleans Saints. They are my hometown’s professional football- American Football- team.” She deliberately ignored his contemptuous look.

“Ahh,” he drawled, smirking slightly. “Muggle football, I’d suspect.”

She breathed deep, trying to steady herself. “Yeah, it’s a no-maj sport.”

“Not Quidditch?” Professor Hooch frowned. “Do Americans play quidditch?”

“Some people are into it. There’s a club league in NOLA that my brother-in-law tried out once. Quidditch is more popular up north, I think. The South has been obsessed with Football as long as people have been playing it.” Charlotte smiled. “To be honest, I don't think I've ever watched Quidditch. I’m not really a sports girl."

Snape arched an eyebrow. "Then why the jumper, I wonder?"

Charlotte shrugged, watching as the Headmistress shot Snape a look. "I think my brother gave me this sweater, to be honest, or my dad.”

Professor Hooch looked scandalized. “Did you play quidditch at Ilvermorny?”

Charlotte smiled. “I didn’t go to Ilvermorny. The US is a very large country. Most states have their own school or schools. I went to the Convent - the Lafreniere School of Magic in New Orleans. The no-majs believe the school buildings are an old Ursuline Convent. Most still call it the Convent rather than by the school’s official name. Everyone in my family went there and it’s, like, right around the corner from our house. My dad wouldn’t have felt too secure sending his children that far from home.”

“It’s not a boarding school?” Professor Lupin leaned forward.

Charlotte rubbed at her face. Their questions were to be expected but this level of social engagement was exhausting her already rock bottom stores of energy. “No. Most schools in the States don’t board their students. Ilvermorny does and I think there’s a boarding school out in California.”

“I’ve heard that Americans often pursue higher education. Did you attend university?”

Charlotte winced imperceptibly, having dreaded this question. “I had planned to. Life got complicated around the end of my time at the Convent.”

“Complicated?” Snape drummed the pad of his middle finger against the table, dark eyes on her.

Charlotte nodded. “Complicated. I decided it would be more feasible to pursue apprenticeship in my chosen fields.”

“Complicated how?”

She turned back to Snape and considered him quietly. “Complicated enough that it derailed many of my personal plans.”

He caught her eyes and held them for a long moment.

“How interesting.” The Headmistress smiled, sensing the rising tension. “The differences in culture are astounding.”

She blinked and he looked down.

Sprout leaned forward, ignoring her. “I’ve heard about something called Mardi Gras?”

Mar-tee Grass. Jesus Christ.

Charlotte chuckled but didn’t correct her. “It’s one of the things New Orleans is famous for. It means Fat Tuesday. It’s the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday.”

“Ash Wednesday?”

Professor Snape sighed. “The Wednesday before the start of Lent.”

He was met with blank stares. He caught Charlotte’s eyes. “The forty days before Easter. Meant as a time of repentance. Catholics observe it.”

Professor Sprout turned back to her. “Are you Catholic?”

The look on her face must have been unedited because Professor Lupin chuckled.

She marshaled herself and made a so-so motion with her hands. “Culturally, I guess. I did all the sh- rites that were expected of me. But I haven’t willingly stepped inside a church in years.” She shrugged.

“Why did you do all the rites if you don’t think you believe it?”

“Pomona!”

Charlotte nodded at the Headmistress. “It’s okay. It was expected of me, given my cultural heritage and family. I don’t know of any member of a Creole family that would risk social censure by rejecting Catholicism. You just do it, take Communion, light the candle, get it over with. Grease the wheels and all that.”

“How do you know about Lent, Severus?” Pomona turned to Snape with curious eyes.

“I was raised Catholic.” Snape nodded to Charlotte. “Similarly to Ms. de Vilierè, I did all the shite that was expected of me and no longer practice.”

“I didn’t know that about you, Severus.” Flitwick hummed, kind smile on his face. “What did you mean by Creole, Charlotte?”

“Being of French heritage from the city of New Orleans.”

“And being Catholic is part of being Creole?”

“I think it’s widely assumed to be essential to being Creole.”

“You would disagree?” Severus watched her quietly.

“I don’t think it matters if I agree.” She sighed. “New Orleanian magical communities are very… culture-bound and committed to maintaining tradition. As a result, these communities retain a lot of the historical prejudices that the no-maj communities have lost to some extent. My family is Creole and, outside of school, I didn’t really socialize with people who weren’t. Creoles live in the Quarter and go to Mass at St. Louis, Americans live across Canal Street and attend church at First Magical Baptist, the Irish live in the Channel and go to their local Catholic church, and so on. If I had wanted to change that, make a different decision, -hell, if I had wanted to move out of the Quarter- the social pressure would’ve been intense.”

“Americans? Aren’t you all American?” Lupin smiled.

“Now, yes, but again, the Creole magical community holds to a lot of older, traditional prejudices. There’s a pecking order- a superiority complex. We were the original colonists. I’ve always been taught to identify as Creole first, American second.”

“What’s Cajun?”

Charlotte blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“What does the word Cajun refer to?”

Charlotte’s smile felt tight. “Of French heritage from outside of the city.”

Professor Binns nodded. “I thought it was food.”

Charlotte breathed deep. “It means that too.”

The Headmistress sighed loudly and set her hands on the table with some amount of finality. “I think we’ve all asked too much of our new colleague already. She’ll be here past today so you can ask more questions at a later date.”

Professor Sinistra smiled. “New Orleans sounds fascinating.”

Charlotte ducked her head. “NOLA is unlike anywhere else in the US. It’s truly unique.”

“Why are you in Scotland then, I wonder?”

The air left the room with a whimper. The Headmistress rubbed at her face.

Charlotte nodded, biting at her lip, glancing over at Snape. There was a part of her that wanted to be honest and another, larger part that wanted to meet his sarcasm head-on.

The latter part won.

“The weather.”

Professor Sprout snorted.

He hummed, eyes on hers. “You’ll be disappointed then.”

She chuckled. “I already am. It was summer when I left NOLA this morning. I should’ve kept a jacket out when I packed. ‘Bout near froze.”

“Disappointed and of delicate constitution.” Snape sighed dramatically. “You’re not likely to last long here.”

The Headmistress's jaw clenched. “Severus.”

“I’m cold-natured, sure.” She shrugged, smiling the edgy little smile that used to irritate Beau. Despite the obvious being exactly what she meant, she clarified for the sake of professionalism. “I do get cold easily, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m delicate.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “I wouldn’t worry about my longevity, I have survived much more frigid climes. I’m tougher than I look.”

Severus made a face that communicated clearly that he didn’t believe her. “I’m sure.”

She hummed. She wasn’t going to let him goad her into revealing more about herself than she was ready to share.

Professor Lupin glanced between the two of them. “At the risk of being nosy, why did you decide to move to Scotland?”

She considered Professor Lupin and saw Snape watch her out of the corner of her eye. After a moment, she shrugged. “The magical community of NOLA isn’t small, per say, but it is insulated and very interconnected.“ She paused and looked at Snape again. “I felt a little stifled at home, I guess. Needed a new environment.”

“A new environment for what?” Snape traced the wood grain of the table with a single long finger.

She bit back the urge to shock him with an absurd lie. “To grow, develop. A bit like a houseplant, I needed a new pot.”

Professor Sprout made a pleased sound.

“You felt stifled in a city with the culture and history you’ve spent the last hour describing?” He demurred sarcastically. “Your new pot may be a mite small.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright. After all, it seems big enough for the current residents.” She lowered her chin, eyeing him from under her lashes. “If such illustrious company can grow to fit such a space, I’m sure I will do alright.”

Professor Lupin choked on his wine. Professor Flitwick dropped his silverware with a clatter. Hagrid froze as if he was in the presence of a predator.

“Touché, Ms. de Vilierè.” Snape nodded.

Part 2

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prettytm · 11 months

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billy, please rank the dbd killers from least to most fuckable with at least 1 reason for each. i love you.

Sinday Asks :: Accepting

From least to most fuckable, huh? Alright we can do this.

Jeffrey Hawk - Clown He almost feels bad for this one. But.. Clowns just aren't his thing.

Amanda Young - Pig She's just not his type. It's probably just the mask though. He doesn't have a thing for pigs outside of loving bacon.

Charlotte & Victor Deshayes - Twins He likes twins as much as the next guy but.. He doesn't think he wants them .. inside each other.

Dredge - Dredge I mean.. All the extra hands are interesting though.

Demogorgon - Demogorgon Billy's pretty sure it? Him? Them? Whatever. Would try to eat him.

Bubba Sawyer - Cannibal He really just wants to stay in..kinda one piece? You have to deserve eating a slice of him

Max Thompson Jr. - Hillbilly The chainsaw does nothing for him. It's annoying.

Lisa Sherwood - Hag Too big a chance she'd hex him in the middle of.

Caleb Quinn - Deathslinger I mean.. He does approve of the gun but.. He's not really into two bit cowboys.

Adiris - Plague Only body fluid he's into is blood.

Freddy Krueger - Nightmare He isn't sure he can over look.. certain things. But the knife fingers.. He might steal those for a little while.

Talbot Grimes - Blight Eh. He's just not that into it.

Philip Ojomo - Wraith Okay but.. Does he use the bell in bed? Billy needs to find out.

Sally Smithson - Nurse He's up for anyone once.

Elliot Spencer - Cenobite He'd talk far to much. And not about the right things.

Evan MacMillan - Trapper He has to be good with ropes. And his hands. Billy can't wait to find out.

Sadako Yamamura - Onryō Being able to crawl out of tvs whenever she wants? Could come in useable. If you catch my drift?

Rin Yamaoka - Spirit Her hair game is on point.

Kazan Yamaoka - Oni All that rage? Oh, he'd be fun in bed.

Tarhos Kovács - Knight ..He can make doubles of himself. Enough said.

HUX-A7-13 - Singularity Billy really just wants to be Captain Hook. Bravely go where no man has gone before.

Adriana Imai - Skull Merchant You seen her walk? Means her bedroom has to be on point.

Herman Carter - Doctor He's basically already carrying around a sex toy. He has to be kinky.

Anna - Huntress Any woman who can toss him around? Yes, please.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey - Legion More boys and girls who play with knives? And are just a little touched in the head? Sign him the hell up. All together or one on one. He's game.

Nemesis T-Type - Nemesis He's a monster. He wants to know just what he's packing.

Carmina Mora - Artist Alright. But have you seen crow mama? Who the fuck wouldn't wanna hit that? Or have her hit you?

Pyramid Head - Executioner Does he swing other things as well as he swings that sword??

And for the last four. There's just no way to rank them against each other. The unholy, sinful, no good things he'd let these four men do to him? Yeah. He's a slut for them.

Michael Myers - Shape

Danny Johnson - Ghost Face Albert Wesker - Mastermind

Ji-Woon Hak - Trickster

#::: { asks } so does this mean ann margret's not coming?#taliaromanova #::: { VERSES } Dead By Daylight #this was a lot #xD but we got it done

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mara-xx217 · 1 year

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A Friendly Little Picnic (Dbd The Twins x OC Commission)

For @hexheathen I hope you enjoy~

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It took a lot of convincing but Hex finally managed to get the Twins out on their first little date together! No, not that kind of date-!

xxx

The amount of coaxing it took Hex to get Charlotte to follow her was unreal. She asked nicely, giving her a warm smile and offering her a hand to which Charlotte ignored her poignantly. Hex didn’t mean to, but she tried to bribe both her and her brother, promising something nice if they just listened to her and gave her a chance. It piqued Victor’s interest, but Charlotte remained steadfast and aloof. Then Hex begged and oh… how she begged. “Please? Please, please, please- Please?” With big, watery eyes and a quivering lip. Charlotte thought she reminded of her brother a little, when he wants something from her (or even from Hex, herself). Charlotte was already on the fence, teetering on allowing Hex to do… whatever it was that she wanted to do. There was still a language barrier between the three of them but it was made clear that she wanted nothing ill for them and tried to be good and decent… So perhaps it was time that Charlotte showed her the same kindness in return. She tried to bury the anxieties in her gut and nodded when Hex offered her hand to the Twins, not taking the outreached offering of peace but at least acknowledging it, which was more than enough for Hex, who grinned and beamed with excitement.

“Yes! We will all have a good time, I promise!” Hex was nearly bouncing in place, her rainbow hair eye-catching and something that Victor always reached out towards and occasionally yanked handfuls out when Hex or Charlotte weren’t able to stop him in time. The young woman never seemed to mind much, even if it made her eyes water from the pain.

“Hmm…” Charlotte merely grunted and kept her eyes trained somewhere other than Hex, herself. Victor seemed pleased, babbling and slapping his little palms against Charlotte’s body as Hex smiled at him. At least he’s happy… It could almost make Charlotte smile, but she was still a little uneasy.

Hex was too nice…

There was still a large language barrier between the three of them, but Hex seemed to wear her intentions on her sleeve. It irked Charlotte that Hex was always so… honest, even to complete strangers and to people that could be and are threats to her survival. She wanted to take the Twins somewhere… Charlotte was prepared to defend herself should the need arise but even she can’t ignore the fact that Hex has done nothing but be gentle and kind to both her and her twin brother…

It had taken Hex a looong time to come up with the perfect out for her and her new friends. Victor was as particular as his sister, but he seemed to have formed a connection with her after she had given them both the toy they always wanted. Charlotte seemed to want the same connection- and it was slowly forming between them- but she was scared to open herself up in the way that Victor has. Hex understood. She knows that they both have led a hard life and Charlotte has faced the brunt of it. Hex wanted to help her create some new memories, ones that were good- or at least better- and ones where she knew that she didn’t have to be alone anymore.

“Ta-da!” Hex wasn’t able to make it a big show where she would hype up the little activity that she had set up for her and the Twins, mostly because it wasn’t well hidden and Charlotte stood at a distance and already saw the “surprise” before Hex was even to show it off. It… surprised Charlotte, and though Victor had difficulties making out exactly what he was looking at, he knew it was something, merely judging from Hex’s smile and her gesturing and his sister’s change in demeanor.

Charlotte was more confused than she was apprehensive. A… blanket? On the bare ground, no less. The ground is mostly dry in this area, with a thin blanket of dried grass and fallen leaves cushioning the ground as well. The basket that was set in the middle of the blanket made Charlotte feel slightly uneasy, but then Hex rushed over to it and flipped it open. Reaching in, she produced some… food?

“Look, see?! It’s something special, just like I told you! I’ve set up a little picnic for the three of us!” Hex wasn’t surprised that Charlotte made a slight face, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off the sandwich that Hex had pulled out of the comically cliche picnic basket.

She asked the Entity for a picnic and that’s exactly what she got… silly checkered blanket and all!

“Uh, m-maybe you don’t know what a picnic is, b-but it’s like a little meal! That you eat outside! On the ground-” Hex plopped down on the ground crossed legged, right beside the basket and when Charlotte stood awkwardly in place with no indication that she would move on her own, Hex motioned to the blanket and patted it excitedly.

“C’mon! I bet you and Victor are hungry, right?”

Yeah, they were. They were always hungry… It’s something that’s been a permanent fixture in their life that has remained a… motivation even here, long after they had been spirited away by the Entity. It rarely waned and it sometimes seemed to grow… and though Charlotte knew better than to trust anyone when it came to food, she hustled over and dropped to her knees, not quite making it to the blanket but Hex thought this was more than good enough and excellent progress was made.

“I wasn’t able to get much, but I’ve got some sandwiches and-” Hex jumped and reflexively clenched her fist as Charlotte snatched it out of her hand. She thought the twin would have bolted the moment she grabbed it, but to her surprise Charlotte only ripped the sandwich in half and handed it off to her brother, who squealed in delight as he tore into the bread with his little teeth and claws. His sister had shoved the entire half into her mouth by the time Hex had processed what just happened.

Well… it wasn’t exactly what Hex was expecting, but this is a good alternative!

“Is it good? The Entity provided it so I have no idea how good it is.” She was being honest but the food both looked and smelled fine. And neither Charlotte nor Victor hesitated in scarfing the food down…

Hex took a bite out of her own sandwich. A little dry… and stale. Not bad, though. She doesn’t even remember the last time she’s eaten anything… or the last time she’s even been hungry! Charlotte eyed up the basket, her stare shifting from it over to Hex, who was eating a little slow as she stared back at her. She pushed the basket so it was between them both and smiled, cheeks a little full of crumbly bread and sandwich meats and cheese.

“Mrrph-” She struggles to swallow the dry food but manages to do so. Sort of. “Helmp yoursemph-” Charlotte’s eyes darted between you and then to the basket.

Huh.

Why were you being so… decent to them? Though she tried, Charlotte failed to hide how her hand trembled as she snatched the basket away from Hex. She… felt bad for acting like this. Hex has been nothing but good to them, even when they used to attack her on sight… Charlotte grumbled to herself as she set the basket back down onto the… what kind of blanket was it again? Victor knew that she was getting lost in thought and upset, so he patted (more like: slapped) her cheeks with his little hands and dug his needle sharp claws into her skin.

“Suuurrr!” Victor was trying to get her attention, not only because he was still hungry, or because he was bored, but because he didn’t like to see his twin sister sad. It did bring a small smile to her face. Victor couldn’t communicate like most people, but he didn’t need to be like everyone else. They understood each other perfectly and Charlotte knew that Hex wasn’t so bad, even if every fiber of her being screamed and cringed away in fear every time she did something kind or thoughtful for them.

Charlotte sighed softly and agreed with her brother. Yeah, they were safe with her… She leans down and allows her brother to exit the cavity in her torso. Hex paused in her eating, curious to what was happening. Charlotte was surprised that she wasn’t disgusted by the act. The wound was grievous and it was difficult to look at… Even Charlotte, herself, could hardly stand to acknowledge it without her brother present in the cavity. It didn’t feel… right without him, but Charlotte wouldn’t confine her brother when he’s finally able to be free, even if it hurts her to do so.

Victor didn’t hesitate to tear open (literally) the basket and start rummaging through its contents. Wicker shards showered the blanket but Hex didn’t mind. Unsurprisingly, he immediately found and shoved some cake into his mouth by the handful. Charlotte scolded him a little, but it was half hearted. She couldn’t be mad at her brother… Not over this. “What would mother think?!” She asked him and Victor turned to look at her with his sugar-icing covered face and pretty much said:

I dunno-

She would be happy, Charlotte thinks. Even when Victor screamed and threw a small temper tantrum over being pulled away from the basket, it did nothing to sour the growing warmth that spread inside of her. Hex laughed a little, not at them but because it was pretty funny. Charlotte couldn’t help but to smile a little, herself. Hex fished out a (now slightly stained, thanks to Victor) handkerchief from the basket and offered it to Charlotte.

“I know he wouldn’t like it if I did it…” Charlotte got the idea. He won’t like her doing it either, but Charlotte is used to getting bitten and scratched by her twin brother. And with a little compromise of extra desserts if he doesn’t eat like a ruffian Victor only complained about getting his face wiped instead of attempting to take his sister’s fingers off.

For a moment, Charlotte was able to let go of the apprehension that was associated with being near anyone that wasn’t her brother. To her, Hex wasn’t just ‘another’ and she certainly wasn’t ‘more of the same’, instead Hex was almost… familiar. Someone still on the outside but no longer a faceless thing to loathe and fear. She wasn’t quite a friend yet… but she was close. Very close. A part of Charlotte wanted to get a little closer to her… Just a little bit, enough so that she could clearly see Hex’s face so she could memorize her features… but she knew she wouldn’t lose her anywhere in the Entity’s realms. Her hair and clothing make her stand out so much…

Hex caught Charlotte staring at her but didn’t want to bring any attention to it. It wasn’t the blank death glare that she used to give her the first few times they met in trials and it wasn’t the look of confusion that bordered on pity that she would give her after she would pry Victor off a downed and bleeding Hex. It was like… she was seeing her for the first time. Not an enemy, not a threat, not just a survivor or an other, just… Hex. Charlotte actually felt her cheeks turn upwards when her twin reach out to Hex, who reciprocated the gesture without hesitation or fear, even when his claws pricked her skin enough to draw tiny pinpoints of blood to the surface of her skin.

This was the first time that the Twins have spent time with someone other than their mother that was actually enjoyable. Even Charlotte could admit that she was glad that she followed Hex to this nice little grove of trees somewhere in between everything else in the realms. She’s still a little confused about the point of a ‘picnic’ and why there needs to be a basket and a blanket, but really she doesn’t really care. Hex fed them both and she asked for nothing in return. Even after she packed everything up (the best she could, as ruined as the basket was after Victor’s attack) she didn’t want anything from them. She only hoped that they had a good time and that they could do this again sometime soon.

Charlotte would like to do this again… As would Victor, who couldn’t stop talking about the good time they all had together and who kept pestering his sister as to when they would see their ‘pretty coloured friend’ again. Charlotte promised him that it would be soon…. She wanted to see Hex again as much as he did.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the twins #oc #not my oc #hexheathen's oc #swf #cute #budding friendship #paid commission

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papcrrings-arch · 1 year

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Violentine’s Day Plotting/Starter Call Part 1

Below the cut, you will find plots for half my muses for the event. Please reply with any starters you would like (specify for who) or like and I’ll message you about plots. If we have already discussed starters for our pairs, no need to reply but feel free to like for further plotting or reply for starters !!

Alex Mercer

Paired With Willie

Current Plots: Alex is too pure for this. He will try to fight it as much as possible and will probably do more running than trying to kill. No plans for him to die and definitely not to kill Willie.

Starter Ideas: Friends (can establish connections) who he bumps into before his date or during it if Willie steps away, people who help him hide after the spell hit, Boo Boo Stewart doppelgangers he might mistake for Willie, any random thread to make new connections.

Starters to Write: Willie (1/6)

Bianca Barclay

Paired With Kendra Dumbledore

Current Plots: Will use siren song to get anyone to do what she wants. Plans to kill Kendra and will help others beforehand.

Stater Ideas: Friends who she runs into before or during the “date”, Cystal Reed doppelgangers that she may mistake for Kendra, someone to plot killing with (she will help or accept help).

Starters to Write: Xavier Thorpe, Yoon Chi Woo, Kendra Dumbledore (3/6)

Caroline Forbes Salvatore

Paired with Stefan Salvatore

Current Plots: Think Humanity-less Caroline from TVD. She will have all sorts of messed up things in her head but her and Stefan will be evenly matched so she may find someone she can manipulate into helping he or someone conniving enough to help anyway. No plans for her to die or kill Stefan.

Starter Ideas: Her friends before or during the spell, someone who she can manipulate or will help her with the killing or someone who is conniving enough anyway, she may help others too (likely someone she already knows), random plots for new connections.

Starter to Write: Bonnie Bennett (1/6)

Cato Hadley

Paired with Clove Kentwell

Current Plots: Boy is already a killer psycho now that he’s aware and he will take every advantage of this spell to get Clove aware too so he can have his psycho partner. He probably has plans to do that even before the spell tbh. Plans to kill her by the end of the plot.

Starter Ideas: People he knows who he runs into before the spell, he won’t ask for help killing but once the deed is done he will absolutely want to help others carry out any murders, random threads for new connections (evil ones are encouraged).

Starter to Write: Tatum Riley, Zoya Nazyalensky (2/6)

Charlotte La Bouff

Paired with Claudia

Current Plots: TBD

Starter Ideas: Some very amusing threads with this pint-sized powerhouse letting out internalised rage that she doesn’t express because it isn’t ladylike (you know you wanna interact with that lol), people she runs into before or during the spell, random new connection threads.

Starters to Write: Marie O’Malley (1/6)

Effie Trinket

Paired with Sersi

Current Plots: Also has a lot of internalised rage that usually comes out in passive aggressive comments but is now full blown violence. Not going to kill Sersi but will do some serious damage given the chance.

Starter Ideas: Gimme some Hunger Games muses, it’ll be like Effie is in the arena herself and I think it’d be interesting, anyone who may help her kill, random threads for new connections.

Starter to Write: ?? (0/6)

Felicity McKinnon

Paired with Stitch Pelekai

Current Plots: Has enough fight in her to not use a killing curse but will use some dark spells and hexes on her partner but they are indestructible so Stitch wins and seriously injures her until she looks dead and snaps out of it. She will have a full blown bad time after this because she would hate that she used dark magic.

Starter Ideas: People she runs into before or during the spell starts, other witches/wizards who she could get spell ideas from, other random threads for new connections.

Starters to Write: Marlene McKinnon, Rabastan Lestrange (2/6)

Fiyero Tigelaar

Paired with Kaiden Monsula

Current Plots: Fiyero will put up a fight and may or may not take out Kaiden. He’ll be pretty guilty after though. To be honest, the whole thing is going to be very confusing for him because it’s his first big event since arriving here.

Starter Ideas: People he meets before and while out on the date (he needs new friends), Matthew Daddario doppelgangers that he mistakes for Kaiden, random threads for new connections.

Starters to Write: Kaiden Monsula, Josh Washington (2/6)

Frank Longbottom

Paired with Alice Longbottom

Current Plots: Frank is going to end dying during this event. He’ll fight it out with Alice, while also trying to fight it (and failing), but he loses.

Starter Ideas: Threads from before the spell affected him, threads to help him hide from Alice perhaps while he tries to fight it, random threads for current and new connections.

Starters to Write: ?? (0/6)

Heather Duke

Paired with Mara Jade

Current Plots: Heather is gonna have a near death experience where Mara thinks she’s dead and drops her off at the hospital when she snaps out of it. Heather will fight until she can’t anymore though, she is viscious af.

Starter Ideas: Threads before or during the spell for current and new connections, any redheads that Heather might momentarily mistake for Mara, surgeons/doctors who help look after her at the hospital.

Starters to Write: ?? (0/6)

Henry Turner

Paired with Choi Nam Ra

Current Plots: TBD (but I think probably put up a fight but lose. However, no decisions on dying or killing or not)

Starter Ideas: Literally any threads for current or new connections, he needs to know more people, anyone who could help him defeat Nam Ra (unsuccessfully but you know), anyone with a pirate connection that he might help for that reason.

Starters to Write: Patia Por’co (1/6)

Isaac Lahey

Paired with Cora Hale

Current Plots: Poor Isaac is gonna turn all viscious werewolf and hurt the woman he loves. He is going to be distraught after he snaps out of it.

Starter Ideas: People he runs into before or during the date, Adelaide Kane doppelgangers he may mistake for Cora, friends who find him after he kills Cora to help and have to help him through his breakdown.

Starters to Write: Peter Hale, Eliot Alderson (2/6)

#murder mention tw #death mention tw #hw: starter call #hw: plot call #event : violentine's day

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mpxcharlotte · 1 year

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put on a show;

@jeonghuimp

Charlotte had heard that the performing arts centre had a new stage manager, but since HEXED were deep into writing and recording for their next album release and not performing much, she had yet to see them. However, they had ambitious plans for the next comeback, so she really needed to track the stage manager down and pick their brain about some staging ideas.

Luckily, Jeonghui was not very hard to find - it certainly helped that she knew pretty much everyone who worked at the PAC, so it was easy to pick out an unfamiliar face. She just hoped that it was a good time, since she knew stage managers could be really busy.

“Hi! You’re Jeonghui, the new stage manager, right?” She asked as she approached, offering a warm smile. “Or, newish, I suppose. How are you settling in? I’m Charlotte, from HEXED.” It felt presumptuous to assume Jeonghui would know the band, but considering the gift store sold their merch... it was a pretty safe bet. “I don’t suppose you have some time to chat?”

#jeonghuimp #put on a show;

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hellraisered · 2 years

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im so sorry for blowing up your inbox but... reader proposing to charlotte 💳💥

charlotte deshayes / reader || a proposal.

The pangs of separation every time you were apart, were impossible to ignore. It was as if she had grafted herself artfully to your heart, and that there was no promise of tomorrow unless she was by your side. Here, in this monotonous hell, she was your sweetest reprieve. Though it was selfish, you were almost glad she was here with you; eternity in damnation becomes far easier to cope with when you're in the company of someone you love.

Here with you now, sitting in the grass, she offers you something precious; vulnerability.

When she allows herself to be defenseless, not caring to monitor your every move, trusting that you would never dare hurt her, you can see glimpses of who she could have been, in a world where life was kinder. She's letting an insect crawl on her hand now, offering her index to the small creature, and she is enchanted by it.

Her lips were parted, only just, as Charlotte watches intently as the bug makes its way down her forearm, encouraging it to crawl onto her other hand once it had reached her elbow. Careful was she not to hurt it, and despite seeing her act so considerate time and time again, you're still impressed at how gentleness persevered within her. You notice the way she interacts with the small beetle mirrors how she treats Victor; with patience — with love and understanding.

How could you compare? She was the embodiment of strength and infinite resolve; what could you offer her? Certainly not protection. Suddenly, the two hex nuts you had picked up in Autohaven felt awfully heavy in your pocket. Before you got the opportunity to drown in your own doubts, a warm hand on your forearm jostles you out of your thoughts.

"Regarde, mon amour."

Charlotte's hands are clasped around something, and she motions for you to pay attention. In her palm sat a small mouse. Or, rather, a perversion of a mouse, a number of eyes littering its small torso, teeth sharp and uninviting — no doubt the Entity's doing. And while it was objectively hideous and altogether unpleasant, she regarded it with the same awe she would a flower.

"C'est incroyable, non?"

She uses a finger to pet its small, oozing, and bleeding head, cooing at the beast in a mumble.

"It's something," You reply. Your worries seem so small now, and you realize you were smiling without even noticing.

She lowers her hand and allows the mouse-beast to disappear between blades of grass. Had Victor been nearer, he likely would have had it as a snack.

"Charlotte?"

She swivels her head to look at you, head slightly tilted, expectant.

"Can I hold your face?"

You're slow in enunciating the question, motioning cupping a cheek on yourself, and she gives a nod in understanding.

Her face in your hand feels right. That was the only way to describe it; it was as if your palm existed exclusively for the purpose of holding her — two puzzle pieces fitting snugly and perfectly together.

"I love you."

You press your mouth against her opposite cheek, and your heart skips a beat.

"Je t'aime aussi."

You had heard her say it a hundred times, but it still made you dizzy.

From your pocket, you pull one of the hex nuts, and take her left hand in yours.

"I love you. I love Victor. And I want to keep loving you, every single day. No matter what."

Charlotte is listening, silent as she tries to decipher your words, using the skills she'd learned in practicing with you.

"I am yours, forever and always. And I know it isn't the same here, but I'd like you to marry me anyway. Then, when we get out, we can have a real wedding, with real food. Victor can be the ring bearer."

You clear your throat.

"Veux-tu me faire l'honneur de devenir ma femme?"

You could see the arrival of understanding in Charlotte's eyes, wide, fixated on you, before she very quickly moves to press her lips against yours, once, twice, again, and again, and again.

Though it might be silly, you were relieved, and you manage to choke out a laugh.

"Is that a yes?"

#charlotte deshayes #the twins #dead by daylight x reader #charlotte deshayes x reader

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leer-reading-lire · 2 years

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Mid-Year Reading Update

I’m considering myself tagged by @storytime-reviews, @myonetruebook, @deadpoetsmusings, @bibliophilecats and @howlsmovinglibrary

Amount of books you’ve read so far: 19

Best book you’ve read so far in 2022: It’s a tie between Elle & Lui by Marc Levy and Book Lovers by Emily Henry.

Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022: Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins.

New release you haven’t read yet but want to: I don’t have the habit of tracking new releases, but a new book (to my standars) that I want to read is Mugre rosa by Fernanda Trías.

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year: Just one, Husband Material by Alexis Hall.

Biggest surprise favourite new author (debut or new to you): Beth O'Leary. The Flatshare was a real surprise!

Newest fictional crush: Charlie Lastra (from Book Lovers by Emily Henry).

Book that made you cry: None yet, but it came close with Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Book that made you happy: The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling

Most beautiful book you’ve bought so far this year (or received): The Mexican edition of Alguien camina sobre tu tumba by Mariana Enríquez.

What books do you need to read by the end of the year?: I would like to finally read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë and The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enríquez.

Tagging: @flamingmirrorbookish, @sojaded- and anyone who’d like to do this!

#mid year book tag #book tag #tag game #mid year reading update #mid year book freak out tag #leerreadinglire

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minhomp · 2 years

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fanboy

continued from here with @mpxcharlotte

Easy-going and friendly, you wouldn't think Minho would be the type to be speechless in front of any celebrity. But this was HEXED, and this was Charlotte, the lead-singer! He had been over the moon when he realized HEXED were demigods, let alone living on the island. But given that he sort of had an idea of how the celebrity life could be, he tried his best not to impose. He hoped he didn't act all weird the first few times he had met the members of the band doing normal stuff around the island.

And now a comeback! An actual comeback, with a whole promotion cycle worthy of kpop gods. Well, a kpop god. Apollo being a Kpop star still floored Minho, but he was stoked that him taking an interest in his favorite band yielded to more music.

He was grinning so much as he presented the flowers to Charlotte, trying not to look too much like an idiot, but he was genuinely soaking up the happiness. "Yes, congratulations on your comeback." Minho was glad he was able to form a coherent sentence at least, hands now sliding into his pockets now that his arms were free.

"You killed it out there, thanks for your music. I've been a fan since..." Minho couldn't remember the year, his mind seemed to go blank. "I'm a real BLESSED I swear. Ever since you played that set in Hongdae. I mean, I didn't stalk you all the way here. Just..." He gives a sheepish laugh, ruffling his hair in embarrassment.

"I love your music."

#;wind threads #[[watch minho just lose it]]

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mountphoenixrp · 10 days

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The Sunshine Festival is coming up fast! In preparation, you can find the program for the market and concert stage below!

Market Booths:

The Flower Mill Goods/Services: An assortment of baked goods (sunshine shaped eggtart, songpyeon, sunshine macaron), caramel cold brew, and iced coffee.

Honeypot Brewery & Tapas Goods/Services: Aqua fresca (strawberry, cucumber, lime), burritos, and ceviche. Specials: Double Trouble coupons: for two people to enjoy a full Mexican-style meal for the price of one; city trivia game prize winner will receive ultra special prize.

Ice Ice Baby Goods/Services: Gourmet ice cream! Specials: Buy one, get one free single scoop cones; 20% off ice cream sundaes.

Spilled Tea Goods/Services: Strawberry, Lychee, and Matcha boba tea and herbal tea bags for sell. Specials: Buy three tea bags, get one free.

Sweet Spot (Eros’ pop up chocolate and sweets booth) Goods/Services: Fine flower and fruit infused chocolates, light sweet confections, dipped fruit, “love dust”, and love advice. Specials: Archery target practice game with prizes for romantic dates.

Dagger & Roses Goods/Services: Custom jewelry and weapons commissions. Specials: 30% for commission orders placed at the festival. Metalwork classes bundles (sign up for 3 classes, get 2 additional sessions free).

Jinxxed Goods/Services: Bone/tea/tarot readings, candle blessings, spell pouch making. Specials: 40% off crystals with proof of reading(s); free admission to one full moon ritual.

Halo Salon & Spa Goods/Services: Shoulder massages, hair trims, and manicures. Specials: 20% off your next visit coupons handed out to every customer.

Maibee Art Goods/Services: Handmade home decor, jewellery, personalized gifts and other art. Will be live painting. Specials: 15% off of everything; free hedgehog or bee charm with every purchase.

Stop&Paws Goods/Services: Mini grooming service (brush out & bandannas/bows for pets); “Meet the Adoptables” pen; and a pet cool down station with water dishes and a small pool. Specials: $10 mini grooming service; 20% off adoption fee for all animals at the festival; free pet treats.

Performers:

HEXED (Claire, Cassandra & Charlotte), rock band

HEXED will be headlining the festival, playing a set of their best songs (so far) every day. Fans might even get a sneak peak of a song or two off their up-coming album...

Stargazers Group (Heather, Dakota, Hunter & Invidia), singing

The group will be performing covers of popular songs like MILLION DOLLAR BABY (Tommy Richman), Too Sweet (Hozier), and Oui ou non (BRÖ).

Esther Yu, piano performance

Esther will perform Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter, Naked in Mahattan by Chappelle Roan, and I Can Do It With A Broken Heart by Taylor Swift.

Vulpe Blanford, piano performance

Vulpe will perform a piano rearrangement of the La La Land soundtrack.

Please use this information to plot with as many people as you would like! Employees and performers can have threads where they are working/performing and threads during their days off at the festival, if you’d like.

There is no time limit for threads, but the event will only officially last a week, so make sure to start your threads or whatever else you have in mind once it begins! And please be sure to post all event-related threads in the designated Discord channel.

Most importantly, of course, have fun!

#mp; event #mp; sunshine festival

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cyarskaren52 · 2 months

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these are the ten best tv shows of this year (and three of the worst)

The 10 best TV shows of 2023 (and 3 worst)

The year's best TV featured dazzling debuts, first-rate farewell seasons, and the funniest show about an organ-harvesting ring you'll see all year.

Updated on December 8, 2023

Even though the TV industry was shut down for 192 days this year due to a pair of strikes, it was still remarkably hard to narrow this best-of-2023 list down to 10. Shout-out to a few runners-up, which would also be worthy additions to your watch list: Mrs. Davis (Peacock) is a religious experience for fans of Betty Gilpin (a.k.a. everyone); Queen Charlotte (Netflix) will have your Bridgerton-loving bosom heaving with bittersweet sobs; and Yellowjackets (Showtime) delivered a killer ending after an occasionally wobbly second season. With that bit of housekeeping over, let's get on with the show(s).

The 10 Best Shows of 2023

10. 'Judge Steve Harvey' (ABC/Hulu)

ABC/Erika Doss

Steve Harvey is not a real judge, but he plays one in this reliably funny and life-affirming (yes!) quasi-court show featuring everyday folks facing off over small-claims complaints. Judge Steve Harvey highlights interesting but low-stakes cases that hinge more on interpersonal relationships than money. Think a husband suing his wife over her obsession with pickleball (including $500 for pain and suffering due to his loneliness); a mom suing her son because he broke his promise to cut his hair; or two factions of an a capella group suing each other over costly (and sequin-covered) costumes. Harvey — a comedian, veteran TV host, relationship advice author, and self-described “full-blown Christian” — nimbly draws out the issues at the root of these conflicts in a way that emphasizes how the people we love are far more important than material things. The host ensures there are plenty of feel-good moments on the docket by frequently surprising the litigants, like a hard-working stay-at-home mom or a couple whose wedding was ruined by COVID, with lavish gifts and much-needed cash. And everyone leaves the courtroom with a valuable dose of tough love. “I think you all need to find your way back to each other,” Harvey tells a pair of siblings squabbling over a dating app profile. “Because when all these men come and go, y’all still gonna be sisters.” The verdict is in: Judge Steve Harvey is comfort TV at its finest.

9. 'The Curse' (Paramount+ with Showtime)

Richard Foreman Jr./A24/Paramount+ with SHOWTIME

Spoiler sensitivity precludes me from saying too much about this tenaciously peculiar kinda-comedy from Nathan Fielder (The Rehearsal) and Benny Safdie (Uncut Gems); only four of 10 episodes have aired so far. But taken as a whole, The Curse — starring Fielder and Emma Stoneas married TV hosts — leaves an indelible and thoroughly disquieting impression. As hosts of HGTV’s Flipanthropy, Asher and Whitney Siegel’s stated goal is to bring upscale, eco-friendly homes to the working-class city of Española, New Mexico. The locals aren’t enthusiastic, including Nala (Hikmah Warsame, a little star in the making), who puts a curse on Asher after he renegs on his promise to give her 100 dollars. But The Curse’s real curse isn’t some childish hex; it’s Asher and Whitney and Dougie (Safdie), their wretched producer, all of whom refuse to be honest with themselves or one another about what they really want. Come for Nathan Fielder’s (prosthetic) micropenis; stay for the merciless satire of colonialist greed masquerading as modern allyship.

8. 'Harlem' (Amazon Prime Video)

Amazon

One scene in Harlem’s second seasonencapsulates everything there is to love about Tracy Oliver’s snappy, savvy comedy about friendship, femininity, and finding yourself. Having just landed a small part in a Hallmark Christmas movie, Angie (Shoniqua Shandai) arrives in hair and makeup to prep for an upcoming party scene. The white stylist (Ursula Abbott) tentatively pats Angie’s natural curls. “I’m thinking it’s perfect!” she chirps, before breezing her way out the door. A stunned Angie sits in silence, flanked by posters featuring the white casts of (fictional) Hallmark films, including Christmas Sail and You’ll Tide Me Over.

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(Tagline: “Sometimes, you have to settle.”) She’s on the brink of walking out when beloved sitcom diva Countess Vaughn appears to her as a vision. “What about that brown girl that is hooked on the Hallmark Channel?” she asks Angie. “You want her to see you, right?” A buoyant tale of four BFFs — anthropology professor Camille (Meagan Good), fashion designer Quinn (Grace Byers), queer tech exec Tye (Jerrie Johnson), and aspiring actress Angie — Harlem examines the realities and nuances of life as a Black woman with frank insights and savage pop culture parody. Don’t call it the new Sex and the City — seriously, don’t. (The characters literally roll their eyes when someone mentions SATC in the finale.) Just know this: If you’re looking for a delightfully smart, funny series with an authentic point of view, you don’t have to settle.

7. 'Bargain' (Paramount+)

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A fast-paced fusion of body horror, disaster drama, black comedy, and psychological character study, Bargain packs a lot of payoff into its six sleek episodes. The Korean survival thriller opens with an unsettling vignette: Park Joo Young (Jeon Jong-Seo), a teen girl wearing a short black skirt and a private school blazer, meets an older man named Noh Hyung-soo (Jin Sun-kyu) in a remote hotel room. They proceed to have a detailed discussion about the technical status of her virginity. It’s excruciating, which makes the pandemonium that follows — a black-market organ-harvesting ring! a catastrophic earthquake! murderous gangsters on the hunt for any surviving witnesses! — all the more exhilarating. Writers Jeon Woo-sung, Choi Byeong Yun, and Kwak Jae Min don’t use the natural disaster to vault Joo Young and Hyung-soo into something as predictable as a redemption arc. Instead, they send Bargain’s assortment of venal and untrustworthy characters on a survival scramble that’s so deranged and giddily suspenseful, watching it play out is priceless.

6. 'American Born Chinese' (Disney+)

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On the night before his big soccer game, stressed-out tenth grader Jin Wang (Ben Wang) has a dream. He’s on the apartment set of Beyond Repair, a corny ‘90s sitcom whose wacky neighbor character, Freddy Wong (Key Huy Quan), is as problematic as it gets. Just as Jin confesses that he was too scared to help his friend Wei-Chen (Jimmy Liu) find the mythical Fourth Scroll, Jin’s immigrant parents, Simon (Chin Han) and Christine (Yeo Yann Yann), appear and beckon him to the dinner table. “You have to be brave, Jin,” Christine tells her son.

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“You are all the pieces merging into one.” Based on Gene Luen Yang’s acclaimed graphic novel, American Born Chinese itself merges a variety of fascinating pieces — ancient folk tales, wuxia-inspired martial arts action, pervasive racist stereotypes, and a portrait of one Asian-American family’s experience — into an electrifying, heartfelt saga about high school, friendship, and saving the world. Sandwiched as it was between a raft of Marvel spinoffs and Star Wars brand extensions, American Born Chinese broke through with its stellar cast (including Michelle Yeoh as Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy), endearingly relatable characters, and a beautifully simple message. As Freddy explains to Jin in his dream, “A hero doesn’t always have to have superpowers. A hero is someone who goes on a journey, shows courage, helps others.” Fingers crossed that the execs at Disney+, which has yet to renew ABCfor season 2, are listening.

5. 'The Bear' (FX/Hulu)

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“Yo, you ever think about purpose?” Standing in the basement of The Original Beef sandwich shop, 45-year-old Richie Jerimovich (Ebon Moss-Bachrach) admits to Carmy (Jeremy Allen White) that he can’t see a path forward. “What’s my purpose?” That question — both existential and maddeningly practical — is the emotional catalyst pushing Richie and his restaurant family forward in The Bear’s propulsive and poignant sophomore season. Creator Christopher Storer and his writers balance the ticking-clock narrative of an impending restaurant opening with remarkable stand-alone episodes: Marcus (Lionel Boyce) finds inspiration and his confidence in the meditative “Honeydew”; Carmy, Natalie (Abby Elliott), and Mikey (Jon Bernthal) navigate a tumultuous family Christmas in the claustrophobic “Fishes”; Richie realizes that hospitality is his raison d’être in the sublime “Forks.” Serving up powerful moments of hypnotic quiet (Ayo Edebiri’s Sydney lovingly crafting the platonic ideal of an omelet for Natalie) and turbocharged chaos (Carmy, a victim of his own procrastination, gets trapped in the walk-in freezer on friends-and-family night), The Bearfound meaning in the madness of family.

4. 'Reservation Dogs' (FX/Hulu)

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When we first met Bear (D'Pharoah Woon-a-Tai), Elora (Devery Jacobs), Willie Jack (Paulina Alexis), and Cheese (Lane Factor), all they wanted was an escape — from life in their sleepy reservation town of Okern, Okla.; from the constant (and often cryptic) advice of their elders; from the pain of losing their best friend Daniel (Dalton Cramer) to suicide. Two years and 28 magical episodes later, the glorious coming-of-age comedy from Sterlin Harjo and Taika Waititi ended with the rez dogs understanding and embracing the gift of community. The past was a constant presence in the dreamy, penetrating final season: The Deer Lady (Kaniehtiio Horn), a spirit who enacts vengeance on amoral men, returned for a chilling episode focused on the U.S. government's abduction and abuse of Indigenous children through federal "boarding schools." The trippy “House Full of Bongs” gave us a glimpse of Okern’s winningly eccentric elders — Big (Zahn McClarnon), Brownie (Gary Farmer), Irene (Casey Camp-Horinek), Bucky (Wes Studi), Fixico (Richard Ray Whitman), and Maximus (Graham Greene) — as indolent teenage shitasses. And in “Elora’s Dad,” Ethan Hawke dropped by and absolutely nailed the fidgety, earnest energy of an estranged parent trying to make up for a decades-long absence over a cup of diner coffee. It's painful to say goodbye to this little marvel of a show, so I’ll just echo the words of Willie Jack in the finale’s funeral: “I know I didn’t get to spend enough time with you. But mvto for everything that you taught me.”

3. 'Barry' (HBO/Max)

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Staring with pleading eyes through a wall of prison plexiglass, Barry Berkman begs Sally (Sarah Goldberg), the love of his life, to forgive him. “I didn’t lie to you,” he rasps. “I just, I didn’t tell you the part I didn’t want to be true.” In the grisly final season of Barry, Bill Hader’s titular hitman sought redemption through revisionism, rewriting his homicidal personal history in real time rather than suffering the pain of true repentance. Though accountability hangs like an albatross on Barry and everyone else in his corrosive circle, they transform their regret into outward-facing rage, seeking vengeance on a world that allowed them to make such life-destroying choices. Season 4 of Barry was TV’s funniest tragedy, one that gave the exceptional cast the chance to plumb the true depths of their characters’ misery. Anthony Carrigan’s NoHo Hank, his polished façade stretched thin over a heart demolished by guilt over his soulmate’s death; Henry Winkler’s Gene Cousineau, a Hollywood wannabe done in by hubris; Stephen Root’s merciless Fuches, who emerges from his torturous prison stay with a violent distaste for dishonesty. A few additional accolades are required for Goldberg, whose Sally descends into an emotional hell of her own making, only to claw herself back to the precipice of peace.

2. 'I'm A Virgo' (Amazon Prime Video)

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“I’m either a villain or a clown,” laments Cootie (Jharrel Jerome), the 13-foot Black teenager at the center of I’m A Virgo. “I want to inspire people.” In his brilliantly offbeat debut TV series, Sorry to Bother You auteur Boots Riley sends his singular protagonist on a hero’s journey that’s equal parts provocative, uproarious, and inspirational. Emerging from a 19-year seclusion imposed by his overprotective aunt and uncle (Carmen Ejogo and Mike Epps), Cootie balances coming-of-age milestones — like falling in love with Flora (Olivia Washington), a comely fast-food cashier — with the ugly reality of the socioeconomic oppression his Oakland community endures. He’s immediately marked as a threat by a billionaire comic-book publisher (Walton Goggins, wondrously weird) who channels his intense despair into cosplaying as a vigilante crime fighter called The Hero. I’m A Virgo’s fearlessly outrageous narrative offers a dark (and darkly funny) critique of the over-policing of poor communities, the fetishization of law enforcement by pop culture, and the grim connection between crime and capitalism. There’s a lot wrong with the world today, but this year, Boots Riley delivered a dazzlingly original anti-capitalist fable on a platform owned by one of the most powerful corporate behemoths in the world. There’s no other word for it but inspired.

1. 'Succession' (HBO/Max)

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Five years after Logan Roy (Brian Cox) suffered a stroke and catapulted his children into a cutthroat, internecine battle for control of the family business, his son Kendall (Jeremy Strong) was struck with a profound and crushing moment of clarity: “He made me hate him, then he died.” In its miraculous final season, Succession laid bare the calamitous effects of Logan’s parenting style on Kendall, Shiv (Sarah Snook), Roman (Kieran Culkin), and Connor (Alan Ruck) by giving the siblings the one thing they thought they wanted: Freedom. Prior to Logan’s astonishingly abrupt death in episode 3, creator Jesse Armstrong brought the Roy family together for fleeting moments of connection. “Holy s--t, did dad just say a feeling?” scoffed Kendall, after a somber Logan bemoaned his children’s absence at his birthday party. Was that “I love you” Logan offered his children in the purple glow of the karaoke bar real, or was the Roy family patriarch just feeding their starved hearts a few crumbs of affection to keep them from tanking the GoJo deal? Probably. Even once their formidable father was gone for good, the Roy children clung stubbornly to his toxic playbook, turning every interaction with one another into a negotiation — for power, for loyalty, for validation that they were, in fact, serious people, no matter what daddy said. Offering sufficient praise for Succession’s unparalleled ensemble is an impossible feat, but I’ll treasure Ruck’s wistful performance as Connor, an insider perpetually on the outside — and the only Roy child who almost understood that vying for Logan’s love was a zero-sum game.

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3. 'Citadel' (Amazon Prime Video)

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Want to read a really depressing sentence? Here’s Jen Salke, head of Amazon and MGM Studios, lauding the first season of Citadel in May: “Our goal was always to create a new franchise rooted in original IP that would grow Prime Video’s international audience.” Corpo-to-English translation: We want flashy, conventional, easily duplicated content that we can own. Amazon’s plan worked: The overpriced, paint-by-numbers spy thriller starring Priyanka Chopra Jonas and Richard Madden as sexy agents fighting a global crime syndicate was popular overseas, and the streamer is already replicating that formula with two international spinoffs. Television is a business, and I’m not naive enough to expect execs to value creativity and originality over profits. But man, at least they used to pretend to care about quality. As the industry melds into one giant conglomerate, expect more like Citadel — less a TV show than a mass-produced unit of “entertainment.”

2. Rehashed IP

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Another year, another glut of unnecessary and uninspired reboots, revivals, and (a pox on this word!) “reimaginings.” Showtime’s Fatal Attraction and the Frasier revival on Paramount+trapped likable actors in flimsy creative constructs, while Netflix’s That ‘90s Show thrust once-likable characters into a purgatory of artless, laugh-track powered nostalgia. Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies on Paramount+ all but sabotaged its intriguing, feminist-origin-story premise with a desperate excess of Easter eggs, but at least it tried harder than CBS’ True Lies, which played like a 44-minute network note. A few IP re-dos rose above mediocrity: Night Courtearned big ratings for NBC, and Netflix’s anime Scott Pilgrim sequel became an instant critical darling. You know what that modicum of success means, folks: More rehashed IP! Heading into 2024, my New Year’s resolution is to keep an open mind about the new versions of Fawlty Towers, Matlock, Who’s the Boss?, Baywatch, Ally McBeal… [sobs quietly into hands]

1. 'The Idol' (HBO/Max)

The Idol is a fascinating example of what happens when network execs give a hotshot showrunner carte blanche — or, as Abel Tesfaye’s character pronounces it with such confidence, cart-ay blanch-ay. The drama — which was co-created by Euphoria mastermind Sam Levinson, Tesfaye (formerly known as The Weeknd), and Reza Fahim — centers on Jocelyn (Lily-Rose Depp), a famous but troubled pop star. Just as she’s on the cusp of launching a comeback after the death of her mother, Jocelyn falls under the sway of a charismatic and abusive charlatan named Tedros (Tesfaye). Behind the scenes, The Idol experienced its own power shift with the departure of original director Amy Seimetz, leading to extensive rewrites and reshoots under Levinson’s purview. What was apparently supposed to be a satire of modern fame and the exploitation of female celebrities became a laughable, affected, and morbidly fascinating exercise in soft-core porn. As an actor, Tesfaye is an excellent musician, and The Idol has nothing insightful or interesting to say other than, “Look at how many times we can get Lily-Rose Depp naked!” (It should be noted that Depp is a talented actress and clearly did her best with the schlock she was handed.) HBO wanted the next Euphoria. Instead, they learned a very unsexy lesson: When wunderkinds are left unsupervised, the results can be agony.

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