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masterlist

hi all! this is reposted writing from my main blog @cale-makar, I moved everything onto this blog for organizational purposes

at the end of the list you’ll find some info about my current works in progress

Tyson Jost

snow - your car doesn’t start and Tyson, your neighbor, gives you a ride (540 words) part two - A winter power outage brings an invite into your neighbor, Tyson’s, bed (1.7k)

Nathan MacKinnon

buzzer beater - (1.8k)

Cale Makar

all I need | part two - you fall for Cale Makar, but keeping it hidden from your brother, Ryan Graves, is harder than it looks (5.7k)

Current WIPs

free skate - in your journey to becoming the world's best female figure skater, you meet Alex Newhook, the kind, slightly silly hockey player for the Colorado Avalanche (moodboard 1 2)

[angelasycamore]

(whoa what!! it’s the blogger behind angelasycamore!!) had some fun today by styling some of my summer wardrobe into outfits inspired by the main cast of layton ladies! may genuinely end up wearing some of these as some discoveries were made. i already wear the aurora combo regularly but katia & emmy might be some new favorites.

which one’s your favorite? let me know!

[undefeatablesin]

Have a collection of extremely self indulgent scribbles ft. Good Hunter Lady Ruza and her beloved Arianna lol 💙

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

anything with ari?

“You’re saying you would rather go to Bapak?” Alec feigns offence.

“I mean, come on dad. Bapak is just better at this stuff. More experienced,” Rafael tries to explain.

Alec huffs. “Between the two of us, Magnus has gotten his heart broken hundred times while I married the only man I have ever loved,” he adds. 

Bapak puts a hand on his heart, ���Alexander? You would throw my past in my face just to win an argument?” 

Max and Ari exchange a look, “You know. Dad’s not wrong. His success rates are higher.” 

Alec lets out a hand in the air in sign of victory, “See?? I told you I’m better at it.” 

“You really sold me out for a little victory?” Magnus rolls his eyes.

“So what if I did?” Alec sticks out his tongue in retaliation.

“You’re a child.”

“Don’t be a sore loser,” Alec grins and kisses his husband’s cheek. He turns towards the kids then, “Okay. What love advice do you need, my little cretins.”

Ari sighs and sits on the couch, her face in her hands. Alec doesn’t like when his baby looks like this. 

“What’s going on, Ari?”

“There’s this girl and she’s so so gorgeous and I’m kind of obsessed with her but she’s also really mean sometimes and I don’t know—“

Alec suddenly realises the fault in his plan and he stands up, “Wait.”

His daughter looks up at him and frowns, “What?”

“This is about a girl?”

“Yeah. You forgot me coming out a few years ago?”

“Nope. But I don’t do girls. This is your Bapak’s department. Especially if there’s an evil girl involved,” Alec grins and barely misses the pillow thrown at him.

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood, you absolute tool—“

[the-writer1988]

As we come to the end of one year and the start of another, I thought it would be a great idea to look ahead at what fanfictions I've got planned. Whether they all debut in 2024, I do not know!

To start with:

Tangled: Between the Kisses is an ongoing collaborative project between myself and @tangledbea and we will continue to work on this project in 2024. My hope by year's end is that we have reached the end of writing Season 2. There are a lot of fantastic storylines coming up with our S2 gang of Rapunzel, Eugene, Varian, Lance, the Captain of Corona, and Queen Arianna!

The Lost Prince is my current WIP exploring the idea of Eugene being kidnapped by Mother Gothel and used for his Moon powers. Rapunzel grew up a Princess without the sundrop with her best friend, Cassandra, who just so happens to be Eugene's hidden twin sister! Shenanigans ensue when all three meet up and secrets and lies are discovered! This fic should be finished by the end of January 2024.

Twinned Destiny is a AU spin-off of The Lost Prince. More of this prosect will be revealed once TLP is finished.

Darkest Intentions is an S3 AU. After gaining the Mind Trap, Cassandra decides to attempt to ensnare Eugere under its control after her ghost friend suggested they could use him to get the Sundrop from Rapunzel. Little does Cassandra know that her "friend" has her own plans afoot. This fic will focus heavily on the friendship of Cassandra and Eugene. I am hoping to start posting this fic early 2024...

Our Undying Dream is a callobarative project between myself and the amazing @twotangledsisters All I will say is this fic is a twist on the modern idea of Tangled and we are both really excited to share this fic with everyone! Stay tuned... for it is coming soon ...

Uprising is part one of two part duology exploring the idea of what if Old Corona had risen up against the Royal family? It is primarily a fic about Eugene and Varian. If you enjoy Eugene hurt/angst there will be plenty of it in this duology! I am hoping I can start posting this sometime in mid 2024.

The Royal Wedding is a 5-chaptered fic centered around New Dream's engagement, planning of a wedding, and their wedding day. It is going to be romantic fluff! I hope to post in February 2024 but it does depend if I've ever written it or not!

Team Awesome Adventure (untitled) is a 3-chaptered comping trip fic centered around Eugene and Varian. I hope to post this fic in March 2024!

A Queen's Story is a multi-chaptered story dealing with Arianna's grief at losing her daughter and then reuniting with the child she never saw grow up. Late 2024.

I think that is it for now...

Happy New Year everyone! See you all in 2024!

[ariannafraserwrites]

Welcome!

Hello, my little cabbage. 

Did you stop by for my books? You can find them all here.

You wanna read one for free? See what you think? Find my dark Mafia romance The Reluctant Spy here, or my dark Vampire romance The Birdcage here.

You may or may not know why I publish these stories - the proceeds go to supporting the crisis nurseries in my city. You can find out more about these shelters and why they’re so important to me here.

As always, thank you for reading my nonsense, I never fail to be amazed and touched by the support you offer. Thank you, truly. 

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[kirkhammr]

Normal people compilation

[teethzzz]

Here's a quick drawing of arianna~

Hopefully she's not too compressed, I will make a video with most of my oc's voices ~ she's included

[umbralaether]

first frost

my ffxiv swap gift for Rain @wingsformypillow! Thanks again @sasslett & @ainyan for hosting 🩵

The chill in the air is usually first to arrive— a slight nip to accompany the frost glittering in the early morning light, destined to melt away by noon. Autumn was known for the shifting of colors in the leaves, their inevitable fall to blanket the land, and nothing sang sweeter than the elementals’ song slipping into softer tones.

The land's rest was near.

Her family started the season by visiting the local harvest festival, picking the finest apples fresh from the tree. Gracia chose each one with care, somehow managing to pick only the sweetest ones, hopping branch by branch as if by magic— a skill she only giggled about when asked. Arianna was thankful no one else had seemed to notice the peculiarities that followed her daughter, instead seeing her as just another jubilant child.

She made sure to purchase everything they'd need for the coming winter while she could—pumpkins and squash would be most useful; there was a line up of soups, stews, and baked goods that awaited them, recipes collected from friends and family over the years. Not to mention the smell of warm bread, and fresh cinnamon doughnuts that always left a special feeling in the crisp air: gratitude.

There was much she was thankful for, her family being first and foremost. A loving husband, precious children, and a wonderful cottage retreat? What could beat that? She was thankful everyday, yet something about the change in seasons made it more prominent. She was happy to be able to share it with them, these special times of the year.

Yet it was not the only thing she was grateful for. The land's bounty was another— elementals and nature pulling the land together and preparing for upcoming hardships. Autumn was just the sign of what was on its way; winter wandering closer, bringing with it a way for the land to rest before another round of growth and life.

The wind howls, bringing her attention back to the present.

“Mama!”

Her little one sits upon the living room floor, coloring pages from the newest book she'd gotten littered everywhere. She points towards the window, “Lookit!”

Arianna glances upwards, seeing a blur of pale green drift out of view. A wind elemental this close? The whistling wind reassures her it was only observing, most likely drawn here by the abundance of aether between the home's occupants.

“Yes, little greggers, did you see that? A wind elemental.”

“Again! Again!”

“It will come back, when it's ready. All the elementals are preparing for winter,” She sits on the couch across from her daughter, “Just like we do. Remember all the apples you picked?”

“Mhm! Yummy!”

“Well, right now some are being made into a pie. Enough to share with the neighbors, too. Autumn is all about harvesting and sharing with others.” The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the room. Harper must have taken the pies out of the oven.

“Can we have some too mama?”

Arianna grins, “Of course, and we can have it right here in front of the fire.” She holds out her hand for her daughter to take. They make their way to the kitchen, retrieve slices of pie that are still too-hot-to-eat but piled high with whipped cream. The three of them sit upon the floor, devouring their slices and feeding bits of softened apples to each other with their hands.

The fireplace is roaring, the warmth enough to lull one to sleep. It's cozy, this small piece of paradise. Curled up on the couch at last, Ari thinks to herself, this right here… I would never trade anything for this.

There would be many more nights, after the first snowfall, but they’d never compare to this one.

[101flavoursofweird]

Tagged by @northernscruffycat (Thanks!) 

Post the last three lines your wrote for your current WIP (which I definitely didn’t just make up on the spot):

“Go!” Marina shouted, the lab door banging behind her as she struggled to keep it shut.

Arianna glanced from Marina to Tony and little Loosha—

Luna. Loosha was gone. If they didn’t hurry, Luna might meet a similar fate.

Tagging: @ultra-puzzlemaster, @tea-of-destiny, @asa-liz, @alto-tenure, @magicwhiskers29

[rendellstreet]

It's been a couple of days since the Lost Princess's return to Corona. Eugene is trying his best to keep his head above the water and not let his past define his future. Meanwhile, Arianna has watched him from afar. Today, she finally sits him down so that they can have an honest conversation.

At last, I finally was able to get this story done! Big thanks to friends who encouraged me along the way and gave me feedback through various WIPs.

Alternate link in case the first one is acting iffy.

[heraldofcrow]

Ok, I have been torn on who that blond-haired child in the Cainhurst portraits is for so long now, but I finally settled on Arianna, which was my original theory. Furthermore, I have decided that I like the idea of Arianna being a lost daughter of Annalise (naturalborn, not a child of blood dregs), and that’s why Oedon specifically chooses her to bear a supernatural child. So, that means the portrait would be the former queen holding her grandchild.

I mean, it’s an interesting theory and I think it’s the only one that I am finally willing to accept and keep.

[omnipointmuses]

"Honestly. this is getting to be a bit much." Arianna sighed at the sight of the new outdoor hotspring located right in her own backyard blessed to her by the will of a somewhat unknown hotspring deity in return for spreading word about them. That being said after a moment of mulling it over the lioness began to disrobe and fold her clothes before lying them down near the edge of the water sans for her habit which stayed upon her head before lowering herself down into the steaming water and chuffing softly at the feeling of warmth overtaking her body in contrast to the chill of winter. "...Best not scorn a god's gift after all...."

[story-weavr]

Lex’s Wives:

I’m having a hard time putting them in an order I like.

Who would you suppose Lex Luthor married and in what order?

Contessa Erica Alexandra del Portenza: 8th wife, board member of LexCorp & Cadmus -> divorce

Arianna Carlin_ psychiatrist, possibly psycho -> divorce

Angela Blake_ cancer patient -> died

Ardora Tharla <last name> _ alien native of Lexor; idk if I want to make her canon -> died

Helen Bryce_ a primary care physician -> divorced?

Desiree Atkins_ a former teacher? An actress? -> divorced

Gertrude Vanderworth_ a wealthy woman who died of health complications -> died

Elizabeth Perske_ a savvy wealthy businesswoman with a strong moral backbone -> divorced

What order do you all think they should be?

Let me know in the comments! 😊

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

“Max, can you get some more cold water?” Rafael asks in a worried voice.

“On it,” Max replies and immediately runs to the washroom to get some more cold water.

The second he comes back, Rafael takes the bucket and dips the towel in the water. He places the towel on Ari’s head like he’s been doing for the past two hours to bring her temperature down.

“It’s not coming down, is it?” Max asks, his voice laced with concern as he touches his sister’s forehead which is still burning up. 

Rafael takes out the thermometer from her mouth and checks the digits.

“103.2 degrees.” 

“Fuck. I think we need to call reinforcements.”

“I’m fine,” Ari slurs from where she’s cocooned under a dozen blankets in the best, “Don’t call dad and Bapak.”  

Rafael sighs, “Arianna, we need to inform them. They’ll be so mad if we don’t inform them that you’re sick.” 

Ari’s been sick for two days and her temperature has only increased slowly. It doesn’t seem to lower any time soon even though they’ve tried everything. 

“I’m always sick, Rafe. There’s nothing new. But Bapak and Dad have gone on a vacation after a long time. Please don’t call them,” Ari requests and Rafael exhales heavily, he’s never been good at refusing her anything. 

She seems to know that and has exploited the information to her advantage her entire life. 

Max jumps into the bed next to her and snuggles close to her but Ari gently shoves at him.

“Max, no. You’ll get sick too.”

“I won’t. I never get sick. I’m superior than all you weak ass bitches.”

Rafael rolls his eyes at Max—knows that Max takes his health seriously and never lets himself get sick so that their parents never have to worry about him.

He’s been doing the same his entire life too. 

One child with a heart disorder is enough for dad and Bapak to deal with for a lifetime. 

Max forcefully cuddles against Ari’s side and she shifts to put her head on his shoulder, sighing softly.

Her face scrunches up in pain for her a second but she easily masks it, but Rafael notices it nonetheless. 

Ari has always been the best at hiding her pain. A lifetime of pain caused by her body has made her excellent at doing so. 

Rafael opens the drawer and takes out the next dose of medications and passes it over to her. 

“I don’t want more. They make me too drowsy.”

“You will take them or I’m calling Bapak.”

“Bapak and not dad. Rafael’s calling out the big guns,” Max comments with a grin on his face. 

They wait for another two hours for her fever to come down, during which she throws up three times. Rafael hates it. Max hates it.

Ari hates it as well.

The panic in his chest rises and he exchanges a look with Max, becoming him to come outside.

Max nods and excuses himself to get out of the room, but Arianna has always been too good at noticing everything so she calls them out. 

“I know you’re going to talk to me behind my back.” She complains. 

“We always talk behind your back, Ari. There’s nothing new there,” Max replies.

Ari huffs. “No you don’t. I’m the favorite sibling.”

Rafael snorts at that and replies, “Max is the favorite sibling. And we all know that.” 

Max snorts at that and a smug smile appears on his face, “Damn right, Rafe. Max Lightwood-Bane, the favorite child and the favorite sibling.”

“That’s pushing it too far, Max. Rafael would be the favorite child.” Ari retorts back.

Rafael shakes his head in fondness. They’ve been doing it since they were kids, trying to figure out who the favorite kid is.

According to Dad and Bapak, there is none. 

But everyone else thinks otherwise.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Ari pouts. “Was I picked up from the trash can or something? I’m being discriminated for not sharing DNA with my parents,” she comments dramatically.

Max laughs at the words, “You cannot use that card on the two of us. We’re also adopted, Ari.”

“Funny that out of the three times, they only chose to adopt once and that turned out to be the worst headache for them.”

Both Rafael and Max’s head turn immediately at the words and a frown appears on their faces. 

“What?”

“What? Nothing?”

“Ari?”

“Rafe?”

“Max?”

“Why are we all taking each other’s names?” Rafael rolls his eyes.

“I don’t know.”

Ari puts up a hand in the air, “it’s weird that the two of you are named after dead people.” 

Max gives her a pointed look, “She’s deflecting.”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” Rafael says sternly. “We heard you.”

Ari rolls her eyes and fuck, Rafael thinks, she’s a spitting image of dad when she does that. 

Rafael suddenly misses dad and his warmth, he always misses dad when someone he loves says something dark and self deprecating—and he doesn’t know how to help them. 

He almost wants to call him but Ari is right, they’ve gone on a vacation after a long time.

They deserve the break.

And he’s fucking 19 years old, he should be able to handle a sick sibling. 

“Don’t give me that look, Rafael. You don’t scare me.”

Rafael sighs and gathers himself for an argument but Max intervenes. 

“Arianna Lightwood-Bane, I dare you to repeat what you just said,” Max threatens and Ari rolls her eyes at that. 

That girl is so fucking stubborn, Rafael doesn’t know how Bapak and Dad deal with her when she’s fighting with them to go on her adventure sports trips.

Max continues staring at her sternly and Ari finally sighs which means she’s ready to talk.

Rafael wonders how Max is the one who can always get Ari to talk. Not dad, not Bapak. 

It’s always Max.

“I’m just feeling a little dark today. Ignore me.”

Rafael opens his mouth but Ari interrupts, “Please. We can talk tomorrow. I just want Rafe cuddles right now.”

He knows she’s trying to manipulate him but he melts anyways and agrees.

“You are so weak, Rafe,” Max huffs.

“Shut up, Blue.“

Rafael and Max cuddle next to her and turns on the TV.

They’re currently laying in their parent’s bedroom so the bed has enough space for all of them to lie comfortably. 

He misses his classes for the next three days and Max skips his music sessions to care for Ari.

Her temperature comes down a little by the time Dad and Bapak return from their trip to the Big Bear Lake. 

“What’s going on?” That’s the first words that leaves Dad’s mouth when he returns.

Considering the condition of their room, filled with tissue papers and buckets filled of vomit everywhere, it’s entirely valid on his part. 

Max jumps from where he’s sitting next to the bed, playing a soft melody on his guitar and rushes towards Bapak, who takes him tightly in his arms.

“Hi, Bapak.”

“Hi, Blue.”

Rafael exchanges with look a dad and it’s like he knows somehow. He rests his head against his chest for a second and Dad touches his forehead, a frown on his face.

Ari is fast asleep and doesn’t wake up by the commotion. Dad and Bapak moves towards the bed and kisses her forehead.

“She has a fever?” Bapak says with worry.

Max and Rafael avoids their gaze but Max finally sighs, already knowing that it will take all of five second for Bapak to get the information out of them.

“She had 103 degrees fever for four days but it’s down now.”

Dad’s face scrunches.

“And you didn’t think of informing us.”

“We didn’t want you to worry.”

“You don’t have to worry about Ari. She’s fine now. We did everything as you would’ve done,” Rafael points at the water and medicines.

Dad’s face change softly and he comes closer to Rafael, putting a hand on his forehead.

“Do you even realise that you have a fever too?”

“What?” Rafael frowns. “I don’t.”

Max puts a hand on his face and then his eyes widen, “Rafe, why didn’t you tell me you were sick too?”

“I am not.”

Bapak crosses the distance and stands infront of you. “You two are insufferable. Just like your dad.”

“What?” Dad whines. “How is this my fault?” 

“It is.” Bapak takes out his tongue like a child and dad rolls his eyes in affection.

“We’re not just worried about her. But the two of you, too.” Dad points out with fond exasperation.

Rafael sighs and nods.

“Okay. Sorry, we didn’t tell you,” Max tells them.

“Come on, I’ll crush the medicine in water for you.” Bapak points with a mischievous grin. 

Rafael pouts at that, “I don’t do that anymore. I can take medicines normally. Like an adult.” 

“No, you can’t.” All of them points out at the same time.

Traitors.

So what if he can’t swallow medicines and needs them to be crushed and mixed with water.

He’s an adult, okay?

“Anyways. How was your trip? Did y’all bang?” Max asks mischievously.

Dad groans at that because he knows what’s going to follow.

Bapak puts a hand on Max’s shoulder and speaks, “Oh, so so much. There was this one night where Alexander wore this—“

“Oh my fucking god. Keep your gay to yourself,” Ari suddenly wakes up from her sleep and comments. “Have you not heard that talking about this stuff can turn innocent kids gay?”

Dad chuckles at the words. “Apparently that worked considering you’re into girls.”

“Girls with tattoos only. I have a type, daddy” Ari replies. 

“How could we ever forget the gay panic you go through every time you see a girl with tattoos?” Rafael comments. 

“Also, what’s this I’m hearing of you getting sick?” Bapak says in a serious tone this time. 

Ari immediately hides herself under the blankets. “This is a hostile environment, your honor. Over and out.”

-I am finishing my masters thesis and writing one-shots during the breaks is the only thing keeping me sane. Also, can y'all believe I wrote something non-angsty for once?? You’re welcome.

[undefeatablesin]

*breathes deeply* My brainrot is so out of control at this stage, I cannot draw fast enough to keep up with my own demands lmao so I would like to know; would any of you also be interested in reading some fics about Ruza/her time in the hunt/her relationship with both Arianna and Adella etc. If I actually wrote and posted them? As like supplementary material to Altar and future comics especially. There is a whole series of moments that leads to where Altar started, so 👀