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katiekatdragon27 · 2 months

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Does anyone still care about this idea? No? Well I don't care you get more stuff anyway.

I am working on the playing cards dw, but this has been sitting in my gallery for months and I wanted to get it done.

(It is HIGHLY RECOMENDED that you read the first part of this au story thing. It provides a lot of context for the world and some other characters that are mentioned here.)

Also some updates on that: This story is now called "Rayman: The Sacred Dream" and it is the concepts for a possible fangame. If people show genuine interest in these characters or this Rayman prequal's story, PLEASE let me know. I would love to construct a team to make this idea a reality.

Anyways: To the character cards!!! (Please read below I worked hard on the ref sheets)

Xavior the Athletic Monk:

Xavior is a teensy who utilizes a special kind of elemental magic over anything else. Choosing to hit hard and dodge over magic blasts, he has learned to manipulate the magic inside his own body to shapeshift into a gelatinous water version of himself. Ze is incredibly resilient and moldable too, able to fit through almost any space and dodge most attacks with ease. He is one of Umber's closest friends. They and he often spar to release energy and get better at combat in general. Ze is also very kind, but lacks a filter, so often comes off as rude unintentionally.

Fier the Furious Paladen:

Fier is a teensy with fire in his heart. Literally. Being a resident of Gourmand Land, they have never turned down a hearty meal, especially if it's spicy. His love for spice was so high that it turned his teal skin yellow, making him look the way he does now. They're personality is no less spicy. He is a hot head with a stubborn thought process. They swing first and questions people after, often challenging Aurthr for leadership of the group. He is not blessed by Polokus, but he does have some sort of deity watching him. It's rumored one of the four wild kings has given him their blessing. He does make a banger meal though, so he is allowed to stick around.

Ellixer the Mysterious Cleric:

No one knows Ellixer's story, nor do they ever share it themselves. They are the only naturally yellow teensy of the Glade, with has made them a puzzlement for most who come across them. They are a very talented magic user, but it can only be used for good (such as healing and boosts). Their inability for proper fighting has made them an easy target for capture, but to their captor's surprise, they always escape undetected. Some even assume that they are Polokus themselves, but they deny it. However, Ellixer did manage to help Aurthr with his bubble magic, so they're not beating the allegations.

Zoron the Cursed Druid:

Zoron was not always the old grump he is now. There was a time where he was a thriving showman, bringing the magic of snow and combat to the hot climates of the Glade. His best clients were the minotaurs, a kind group of hell-dwellers just wanting to cool down and have a good spar. However, while traveling to one of his events, he got into a fight with a mother frostbite, who lost her life in the battle. From that day on, Zoron had been cursed with not only her primal hunger, but the ability to turn into any creature he has fought before (which has been a lot). He was also burdened with her kits, although this is no bother to him now. After learning how to control his hunger through Soria, he's been staying isolated in caves, not wanting to hurt anyone else.

Pyren the Rouge Artificer:

Pyren is one of the strangest teensies around. Whereas most are born with large amounts of magic, Pyren was born with none. This lack of magic has made his life incredibly hard, making it almost impossible to properly bond with his peers and defend himself alone. As a result, he started utilizing his real talent, his brain. Learning that plums are quite flammable and explosive, he learned to harness their power into artillery like bombs and makeshift guns. He also sells these weapons to others, good and bad, who also struggle with no magic or are willing to pay the pretty gem. However, insecurity leads people down dark paths, so when a large, dark-hearted nightmare strikes a deal with Pyren for him get magic in exchange for his loyalty, he becomes his biggest weaponsmith.

And with that, the cast has been fully shared! Yes, there is going to be like 10 main characters in this, but some are more main than others lol. If anyone has any questions at all, I will be more than happy to answer.

Thank you for all the support and have a wonderful afternoon!

#god these took FOREVERRRRRRR #i procrastinated so bad on finishing these my bad #but that's all my children laid out feel free to judge accordingly #i am planning on actually doing things with them now like writing a proper script and game mechanics n stuff #but that'll be a later post #rayman: the sacred dream #dnd teensies #rayman #rayman prequal series #rayman fangame #teensies #teensie #teensy #teensy oc #rayman oc #reference sheets #fan content #katiekatdragon27

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buckys-little-belle · 1 year

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Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Two)

Cafeteria Conversions

Gareth Emerson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used) / The Hellfire club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)

Warnings - Mentions of eating, Mentions of bullying, Gareth being soft, the entire Hellfire Club being adorable in regards to their newest member

Notes Prequal - Please let me know what you want to see in this series! This one has a much more Introverted!Reader than the first instalment, so keep that in mind!

Notes - I know this took a longggg time to come out, I'm dealing with a lot right now, but really wanted to write some more and interact a little again, thank you to those of you who haven't left, and haven't stopped supporting me. I see your messages and asks, and I appreciate them, thank you <3 (THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK, AND I AM AWARE OF THAT FACT.)

Notes Epilogue - Just to clear some things up for a few people, my idea is that last school year, Little Terror, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Jason Carver were all in their senior year. This year Gare is taking his senior year again, and 'The Party' are now in the eleventh grade! Little Bunny is also in their senior year, this allows me space to make a third part with characters from 'The Party' be the leader of Hellfireclub and co, and another little set in the next year, if I chose to do so. (I am aware this isn't canon, but I'm making it my stories cannon!)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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Gareth walked Bunny to their first class, taking note of which room they'd be in just before lunch, promising to pick them up, but ever since then he'd been freaking out. He was excited, sure, but worry creeped in not long after, the reality of him being the lead of the group, not just leading them in D&D but now in babysitting was scary.

'I'm just a phone call away.' Eddie's words filled his mind, though they made him more mad than reassured, he could do this, he didn't want to seem weak to Eddie, to everyone else, especially not to Little Bunny.

When the bell for lunch rang the english class grew busy, Dustin running to Gare's desk. "Same lunch table?" He asked, his books spilling out of his bag, hair disheveled.

"No." Gareth nodded his head, trying to seem confident in his decision. "Gather the others and meet me in Game room." Gareth stood up quickly, getting ready to run to Bunny's classroom, leaving a confused, yet intrigued, Dustin behind.

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"Y/n!" Gareth whisper yelled, Bunny turning their head to look at him, their nose scrunching in excitement. "Are you ready for lunch?" He panted, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to stay cool as sweat threatened to drip.

"Mhm." They smiled, following as Gareth led them to the Game room, swinging their arms back and forth.

"Good." Gareth cleared his throat before continuing. "Um, my friends and I meet for lunch, is that okay?" He asked anxiously, hoping his plan would work out.

"Are dey nice?" Y/n looked to him, a worried expression replacing their previously content one.

"Oh yeah, plus I'm sure they'll treat you like royalty." He added.

"Why?"

"Right." He chuckled, struggling to come up with the words to explain their situation. "We play Dungeons and Dragons, but we also babysat a little last year." Y/n nodded their head. "I don't have to tell the group that you're a little, but they're pretty good at knowing." He admitted, hoping that what he was saying was okay.

Y/n stopped walking, eyes trained on the ground, fingers playing with the hem of their shirt. "Are dey gonna make fun of me?"

Gareth's heart broke a little, he hoped that one day he could meet a little who hadn't been made fun of, but clearly a group of accepting and willing people was still unheard of. "No, no Bunny, they won't." He smiled, placing his hand on their shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "They'll play games with you, they'll talk about toys with you, watch fun movies with you, hold your hand if you're scared, and babysit you when I can't take care of you, they're all very nice, and won't me mean at all." He reassured them, Y/n's eyes meeting his, not a sense of doubt found in his expression.

"You're gonna take care of me?" They asked, trying their best to hide back an excited smile.

"Of course, I found you, so I get dibs." He laughed, Y/n giggling back at his joke. "Anything you need, you can come to me, anything, okay?" The two of them nodded their heads. "And if you can't find me, you can find one of the group members, and they'll help you anyway they can."

"I don' wanna bother anyone though." Y/n admitted nervously.

"Bunny, you're not a bother! I was super stressed this morning, I don't like school very much." Gareth laughed. "But when I ran into you my day got better, you aren't a bother, if anything we will bother you."

"Okay." Y/n smiled. "Okay, 'm excited."

"Me too."

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"Thank god!" Dustin called out as Gareth entered the room, Y/n behind him, not ready to truly meet the group. "Can you tell me why we're in here? I'm hungry!" Dustin's voice was loud, making Y/n instinctively reach for Gareth's hand, their head peaking past him to see who was yelling so loudly.

"Calm down." Mike whispered, more aware than Dustin that clearly something was happening.

"Who here actually likes eating in the cafeteria?" Gareth asked, the group looking to one another in confusion. "Lucas you hate the basketball guys, Mike you gave me a thirty minute talk in math today about how El struggles with loud noises, Dustin you talk about how your legs fall asleep on the benches, and I hate a whole room of people just looking at us, laughing at us." The room was silent, a few people nodding their heads. "So we're going to be eating in here, everyone pick a seat, and calm down." He smiled, walking into the room further, Y/n blindly following behind him.

"Who is that?" El loudly asked, the newbie not in Mike's Hellfire rundown.

Gareth ignored the groups whispers for a few seconds, setting his bad on the DM chair, his DM chair, and pulling a smaller seat next to his for Y/n. "This is Y/n." He said, still shielding them from the group slightly, not sure if they wished to be introduced fully to the chaos just yet. "They're new to the school, and needed a buddy this morning."

Mike and Lucas seemed to know what Gareth meant right away, that Y/n was a little, and that's why they were here, but Will and El looked very confused, and Dustin didn't seem to be on the same page as anyone. "So another player?" He asked, Mike and Lucas rolling their eyes as Gareth let his face fall into his hand.

"No, Y/n is a little, I'm not only changing where we eat lunch, but I'm starting back up Hellfire Babysitting Club." Gareth proudly said. "And this time we're going to have rules, and a schedule, I don't need Y/n eating soap, or getting into trouble like Little Terror."

Y/n giggled and the group smiled, El and Will still confused, waiting for a better explanation. "I don't get it." Will admitted.

"You guys." Gareth gestured to everyone but Y/n. "Explain what this all is, and what went down last year, and tomorrow we'll reconvene and talk about how things will work here on out." Gareth hoped that the group would respond well to some structure, Eddie liking to just hope things work out fine while winging it. Gareth hoped that making some rules, and implementing new things would let the group stay strong, and would alleviate the stress from his shoulders.

"Can we say hi to the baby?" El asked, taking her seat at the table, trying to peek past Gareth at them.

Everyone went silent, looking at El confused, Mike sighing before weighing in. "I talked to her about Eddie and Little Terror already." He explained.

"Baby please." She said a little more harshly, Mike sending Gareth a look full of warning, knowing El would move him if he didn't move.

Gareth stepped aside, Y/n's sitting frame, cheese string in one hand, the stuffed bunny in another, coming into view, a sweet smile on display for everyone. "Hi."

"I called them Little Bunny this morning." Gareth admitted, smiling as he watched Y/n look around the room, everyone smiling back at them.

"Little cheese fingers." El said seriously, opening her own lunch box and moving on, the group bursting out laughing at her words, though no one argued the name, just sat down too, pulling out their own lunch boxes and silently welcoming the new member.

#gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #gareth emerson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things age regression #hellfire club x reader #hellfire babysitting club #hellfire club x little reader #hellfire club x little!reader #hellfire club

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cuddlefishextrodinaire · 5 months

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i just finished reading the first book in the Tale of Magic series(it's called "Tale of Magic"), the prequal to the Land of Stories series, and i think it's actually quite interesting, at least in the aspect of Madame Weatherberry.

see, it's a common trope among books to show characters, especially the mc, to reject the lifestyle of hatred and choose to be hopeful and nice and all that, but this book, while it does that exact trope with Brystal (the main character) it also does the exact OPPOSITE with Madame Weatherberry.

correct me if i got some parts wrong, but Madame Celeste Weatherberyy was obviously very strong in magic, and even at that time, there was a lot of hatred towards the magic kin, and she saw this, but didn't choose to act on it, insetad choosing to take the more common high road, where they choose to stay above the depraved depths of people who choose to act on the hate in unhealthy ways, and stay above it all. But see, where it gets interesting is that it. . .doesnt really work. Like, she TRIED but she still ended up hateful and spiteful and literally transformed into a murder machine that was her best representation for all of the hatred and anger she had had directed towards her even when she was just a child, just because she was magical.

now, in the end, she/the ice queen are sent off, far away from humanity, too some distant mountain, so that she can't harm anyone else. Now, this is all pretty stereotypical, but i thought it was interesting that the author chose to show what happens when someone internalizes all of the hate, and doesnt deal with it, but still presents them in a (realitevly) positive light. like, yeah, the snow queen was slaughtering folks and all that, but Madame Weatherberry was shown to be kind and loving, and i think that's a good representation of the double-sidedness that can be found in people.

i think that i am hateful and embittered, with a lot of anger bottled up that i occasioanlly deal with by lashing out at people with and just generally degrading the quality of life i experience, so i liked seeing someone who was a major character, who wasn't the villain, and wasn't the main character who heroically fights of the evilness of hate and all that. that's bullshit and i hate that trope. i think, for once, we should have a mc who EMBRACES the hatred and USES it. like, hatred can be used for more than what caused it, you know?

also, i know this might be obvious, but i think that this series might be an alagory for the homosexual experience. like, people are hated for being the way they are(homosexuals and gender queer), and the reason for that is that there is a holy religion (christianity, catholcism and islam, perhaps?) that says that it is immoral and frankly, disgusting to be that way, and there are places you can send your kids to "fix" them (conversion therapy). now naturally, this theor doesnt hold up everywhere, like how the Book of Faith is changed to fit the men's narrative and agenda (the bible isn't changed, which i assume is what this analogy is suggesting) and there are several other things that don't fit, but my theory is further suppoted by how in book three, i think, Xanthous confesses to Emerelda that he's gay, so i actually do think that this series is meant to be a representation for the homosexual/gender queer experience.

idk.

this was longer than i was planning but whatever, i know no one will se it anyway.

#tale of magic #tale of witchcraft #tale of sorcery #gay culture #just rambling #Madam Weatherberry #Xanthous hayfield #emerelda stone

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99problemsandallofthemarefandoms · 8 months

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Just incase anyone keeping an eye on my fic gets antsy later on and comes looking for why chapter 5 is taking so long.

I am trying to get multiple chapters planned ahead of time and get a little more of the story roadmap situated cause as soon as I was done with chapter 4 I had no idea where I was gonna go.

I know where I want to go its getting the prequal to it all going. I want to build up to the more emotional parts so there has to be some getting used to each other and forced to be near each other bits. Though I don't really have a good idea of what to do and its giving very stale and stiff writing as I have to force some of it. So for now I just want to get the ideas that I already have written down sorted into my little road map and hopefully some early story ideas will come to me.

I did get chapter 5 started with some vague idea of what to do with it but it needs some fleshing out.

#fanfic update

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ogdoadfates · 1 year

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Like always I make no promises nor will I set time dates for myself :’3 BUT here’s a list of current works/planning and just extra info stuff.

‘It was only a cough’ should only have 2-3 more chapters to go, so it is almost done!

‘As our bones turn to dust’ The apocalypse au is getting it’s long story folks! Currently it’s in the layout phase for the plot and arcs.

‘I’ll be here’ has no definite chapter count (tbh non of my stuff does) and I am currently working on the next chapter.

‘Something in the water’ I am writing the next chapter but I’m halting it a little to flesh out my timeline a bit more for it, sorry this one is taking forever to get a new chapter but it is one of my more favorite au stories and I don’t want to fuck it up by making plot holes the size of Neptune.

‘Beach nights’ Name might be changing for this one, but it is college au and it’s Pike and Keyleth hanging out, this is just a one shot and has some written for it already.

‘Lord give us a break’ Pike and the gang having a hangout, college au. Some is written already.

‘How do you see me?’ Long story for the college au, some written but is right now halted till I make my layout for it.

‘The ghost that a legacy leaves’ Trials forgotten au prequal that is currently being written.

‘A songbirds call’ these bloody paws au, Percy and Vex’s first meeting, I am planning on rewriting everything that is currently written for it.

‘Hopes and Dreams’ no au this time, this is a two chapter fic that’s first chapter is rather soft and the second is rather crushing, it is Vaxleth tho so thats to be expected lol

‘A town to nowhere’ A new au that I am working on! Modern but with a twist ;3

#west be writing

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planetaryaether · 2 years

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Blackrock Random Lore Explanations:

I saw a few people want explanations for some of the things I mentioned in my last post, so I am going to elaborate here so there is a central location I can direct y’all to. I will add on to this post if anyone wants to know about any of the other things I mentioned! OKAY with that being said:

1) Rythian canonically doesn’t know what squirrels are:

In Blackrock Rising Episode 8 at ~13:20, Zoey is going around and naming all of the creatures she sees in the twilight forest. When she says “oh look a squirrel!” Rythian says “oh yes, a ‘squirrel’” with audible air-quotes. Considering that he does not provide an alternate name like he did for *every other creature*, the only conclusion is that he does not know what they are and/or has never seen one somehow, and honestly it is my favorite trait about his character because of how utterly ridiculous it is. Rythian, trained to be a warlord over the Brightlands, doesn’t know what a squirrel is. Fantastic

2) Blackrock gametee lore: in a stream at the beginning of this year, Rythian mentioned that there was old lore that was only ever released in Blackrock notebooks sold by gametee back in the day. I went down a rabbit hole trying to track it down (some very kind tumblr users were able to help send me photos of theirs that they had gotten when it was still available, I will tag them later if I can remember). The lore was two entries written by Rythian the first being around the time of the prequal episodes and the second after the end of season 1. They read as follows:

Day 3 Post-War

I knew it was coming, but I have no one to blame but myself for not being more prepared. Call it optimism, naïveté, or just plain stupidity — but there you have it. Their little pranks turned into a full-scale war and we all pay the price for it. SMRT Corp, The Rail Bros, and Zoey and her mushroom forest all burned in the fires of full-scale nuclear aggression. I will not allow this to happen again. If necessary I will shoulder the responsibility of what needs to be done. They will not thank me. They will not like me. They will call it aggression, villainy, warmongering… I call it retribution. Justice.

Day 33 Post War

She’s gone. It’s my fault. I drove her… away. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. But why would she lie to me? Why would she keep that hidden? How could I have been so blind? She made me soft. Simple. Stupid. I spent more time looking at interior design, or planning a pool project than what’s important. So she’s gone. Fine. I work better alone anyway. I need to be ready. I need to show them where the limits are. With every day that passes we get closer to another nuclear event. I can stop them. As for her… I don’t care.

Wherever she is and whoever she is with. It’s no longer my concern. I have more important things to worry about.

Gotta love Rythian being as Dramatic™ as ever.

3) Railbros lore thing:

Rythian mentioned it in his 10 years of content creation stream (starting at ~0:38:00 in the video on my youtube channel that includes only the Blackrock specific moments, if you want the full context), but to summarize the Rail bros were supposed to guest star for a few episodes and Rythian’s part of the season would, therefore, have been a lot more lighthearted. There was some sort of scheduling conflict and because Rythian didn’t have time to plan anything else, he had to record his part on his own - resulting in the extremely lonely and angsty Rythian we now think of when we think of season 2!

#Blackrock chronicles #Rythian #Zoey #Zoeya #Blackrock lore baby

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Horror Villain x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: Having the kid of a Slasher. These have vastly different blurbs though so they have lil’ titles!

Includes: Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers

Warnings: Freddy’s one includes the kidnapping of a child by their father (A child killer, to boot). Other then that, what can I say? This is Slasher fanfiction, Freddy is himself. Michael’s is pretty humorous though... :D

Notes:

I really wanna build on these some more! I plans to write a oneshot where Michael and reader eventually get ‘back together’ sort of? And a prequal to Freddy’s where Maggie visits her half brother and Luke questions her and reader about their father.

Note: Freddy is going to call you mummy if you are woman, man, or gender neutral. And I’m going to spell it the American way because it just seems more fetishized that way and more like the wrapped up Egyptian dead people the English way. I am not sure how you would accidentally have his child if you have a penis, but who knows in this universe.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Freddy Krueger: Luke // ‘Protecting your child from his father’

“Hey! How are you?” I call, breathless to the receptionist -Judy, - sitting in school office. She looks up and a haze of confusions crosses her pretty green eyes, and I try not to worry. There could be any reasin this woman is confused to see me that is unrelated to my son’s whereabouts. Deciding not to wait for her to tell me how she is because the anxiety in me clenches around my heart like a boa constrictor, I paste on a bigger smile ask. “Where’s Luke? He didn’t come out when the bell went.”

Maybe he’s in the sick bay, or… I don’t know. What other acceptable reason could there be that my son is not here with me?

Don’t think like that.

My smile must look stiff and sharp at this point, because Judy starts very slowly. Cautious. “… Hi-His Dad picked him up, Miss L/N.”

Dad? My nose scrunches up in utter confusion. I’m absolutely certain that I had Bradley taken off the register as Luke’s secondary emergency contact- I stood right here with this woman for half an hour figuring out how to do that. And besides, why would my ex-husband pick up my son from school and not tell me? Luke doesn’t have a-

His… his Dad? Freddy couldn’t have. I’ve been giving Luke Hypnocil pills since he could take them, crushing them every night and stirring the dust into his dinner. I haven’t heard any signs of Freddy for 8 years and a couple months. Let’s set aside that crazy, ridiculous theory for now. Because its impossible! Even if he did want to do something with Luke, he would try to get to him through his dreams, yes? It would be too risky to come on out here and take him from school. That’s crazy.

“What?” Where is my goddamn son? Who took him?

“U-um, uh. A uh, ‘Fredrick Krueger’ took him about an hour ago. His name was in the system, and they looked a bit alike in the eyes, s-so I-we just assumed it was okay.”

For a moment I think I’m going to die on the spot. Then I spit out. “Is this a joke?!”

Its too horrible, too unthinkable to be true. I’ll say it again; I haven’t heard from Freddy in nearly a fucking decade, and that’s the way I was hoping it would stay. What is this.

“N-No, Miss L/N.”

“Did he say where they were going? Did Luke say anything?” My baby. Starting to breathe heavily now from the effort of staying calm and thinking too fast for a clue as to where my son is and what the hell is going on. Did this chick even look at Freddy’s face?! This school is just handing babies over to suspicious men who look like they should be in the burn ward of the intensive care unit?!

“Miss L/N- “This woman is scared, I know, and anxious as she looks with wide eyes all around me instead of at my eyes but she’s really grating on my nerves. A maniac has my son and she is going to give me all the information she has.

“Do you remember your dreams last night? Or the last couple nights?” That’s how assume Freddy got in the system, manipulated Judith here to do it for him. Maybe he left a clue.

“My- my dreams? Um-mm, well I… “My hand slams down on the bench between us so hard the pen attached to a string attached to the early leavers clipboard jumps up a little. My hand shakes, and as she quickly recalls her dream I read through the most recent entries on the board for the early leavers. Right at the bottom, in tiny handwriting that does not belong to Luke is the name Luke Krueger under student and ‘Doctors appointment’ under ‘Reason for leaving’, and a smiley face. I take a deep breath and turn back to Judy with eyes of molten lava. She fumbles with her glasses, on a string around her neck. “I-I remember a junk yard in a couple… “That’s it.

Already flying to the door, I call back. “Have some child’s school exit forms ready for me tomorrow Judy; Goodbye.” And promptly, I fling the door open and run for hell and leather for my car.

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“LUKE!” I scream into the old junk yard, hands shaking but courage as strong as an ox. Nothing, not even death itself will stop me from saving my kid. Looking around every corner and trying to listen to any sound over the loud beating of my heart in my ears, I speed walk around, heading towards the burnt down old shed, yelling for Luke every 2 seconds because I’m deluded into thinking any second he might hear e, and come running out safe to me. When the horrible thing, the shed, comes into view, I feel sick. Its still burnt up, and rust litters the ground around its four walls but its standing.

They’ll be in there.

Forcing myself ahead, because I never wanted to see this, the place Freddy was killed -Because it’s something so terrible. Not because I give a fuck about what happened to Freddy, - I open the door and immediately there they are. It takes me a second to catch my bearing’s, because this place has such an awful feeling and I’ve never been in a situation like this and I don’t know what to do, and because theirs a child killer with his filthy hand on my 7 year old son’s shoulder.

“Luke?” My eyes soften as soon as they find his. Glancing from him to Freddy’s other hand to see if he has a weapon, especially that glove to find nothing, and back to him, I gesture for my him to come here. “Come over here, baby. Its okay.”

He doesn’t say anything, just frowns and whimpers, looking wearily up at the man who’s holding onto him and for an awful second I think Freddy’s going to pull a fast one on us and pull out a razor or something… but then one finger at a time he lets go of Luke and Luke rushes to me so fast that the force pushes me back a little when he reaches me, wrapping his little arms around my waist and digging his face, shaking so I’m well aware that he’s crying now, into my stomach. I drop to my knees and look him over thoroughly, searching for any indications that this ‘doctors’ appointment’ that he was taken for occurred, but theirs nothing.

A sick taste wells up in my throat as I realise this, and as Luke burrows into me again for more hugs and I wrap my arms around him I look back to the problem. “What-What’s this doctor’s appointment I read about? Just a cover?”

“Not in the slightest! But I thought we should probably wait for you before starting… Mommy. I got us a good deal- family pack!” With that, Freddy takes out a scalpel and grins madly. I tighten my grip on Luke. “Who should go first, eh?”

“Stay the fuck back.”

“Oh, I think not!” I gently tug Luke back as Freddy advances, wondering if it would be smart to make any sudden moves right now.

“I called the police!” God, I wish I had now. But I was too focused on getting here before something awful happened that I…

Forgot.

Oh my god.

He stops coming towards us, but then an evil, knowing smile creeps across his mouth. He tilts his head, calling my bluff. “No, you didn’t.”

“Uh, yeah I did!” So, I’m buying for time. Main objective: Save Luke. Leverage: Me. Freddy’s a being made completely up on vengefulness and anger at this point, and I escaped him. He hates that.

Stroking the back of Lukes head with my thumb in thought, I know what I have to do and make like him giving him a little, worried head kiss- but really whisper to him that our car’s in the carpark and my phone is in the passenger seat. He clutches me tighter. Oh, baby… I wish I could come with you.

“You called nobody. Don’t try to bullshit Daddy. Now, I think our little bundle of joy should go first, more fun for me! Little blast from the past, ey?” He takes another step towards us, causing me to jolt back violently from fear, because I’m so close to saving Luke and if Freddy makes any sudden movements, we both might be done for, and tats just unacceptable. That scalpel is unnecessarily big. Where the hell did he get a scalpel that big?! What is it for? Crocodile surgery?!

Luckily, we’re closer to the door then Freddy is -oopsie made on his part,- so when I let go of Luke he goes straight out the door and before Freddy can reach the door and slip out after him, and push myself hard against the door, slamming it closed. For a second everything is still, which is a scary thing when it comes to this killer, and I just sit there on the ground and watch his scary face just be still.

His eyes, though, expressive as they are, reveal how utterly furious he is.

Then slowly he looks down his chest at me, aiming that mad anger at me as his shaking hand grips the weapon so tightly that his knuckles go absolutely white. “You bitch.”

Michael Myers (RZ): Rachael // ‘Visitation’

“Morning Rache!” I exclaim, setting down cheerily on my 12-year-old’s bed as golden early morning light slips through her purple curtains and leaves stripes on my thighs. “It’s Sunday!”

“Why does it always have to be so early with him? Its not church.” She informs me, sleep thick in her voice as she pulls the doona up over her head and rolls over so her back is to me.

“He thinks very highly of himself.” That or this is when visiting hours are.

“I see that.”

“So… “Like I always do on Sunday, I put pluck the blanket away from her face to see her eyes are open and she’s already fully awake. She always is on Sunday morning, it’s because of what she knows is coming. I tuck some of her hair behind her early, and speak gently now, like always. “You wanna go see your Dad?” It always, always, always needs to be her choice. She always says yes, though.

For a moment this time, she pauses. Then deeply rolls her eyes and flicks the blanket back up over her face. “Yeah, okay.”

“Alright. We’ll head off in half an hour, then. Oh- maybe you can tell him about the awkward you got!” I exclaim, brightening immediately because my baby is so smart! Captain of her class, and she just got an award for doing well in maths! Her teacher even told me at parent-teacher interviews that she’s getting the work so much easier than any of the other students. This has been the same since she started Elementary school. Dunno where she got those brains from, but I like to believe if it’s me and not Michael. And I am so proud of her.

“Yeah, I will. Can you get out now so I can get changed, parent?”

“Whatever!” I exclaim cheerfully, like the immature one between us two that I am as I leave the room and shit the door behind me, heading to make her toast. She is more like Michael, in that regard. So focused and serious- I, on the other hand, have Goldfish brain.

Which makes a lot of sense when I ask myself ‘What made you think fucking the Shape of Haddonfield was okay?’ because then I remember ‘Big man, strong hands, big dick’ and I remember.

I’m a moron. Was, a horny moron. But no more! I am a mother now, and mothers don’t get horny! No, no. Ahahaha.

… But that doesn’t mean I regret having Rachael. No fucking way. She’s the mother-fucking light of my life, and I’ll have sex with Michael a thousand more times if that’s what it would take to keep her.

Wait, that doesn’t sound right.

… Ah, oh well. Toast!

~~~

When we get to Michael’s cell, Rachael goes straight over to the door and uses her foot to move the little stepping stool they keep right there, specially for her -well, I bought it and made them keep it there, but that’s just semantics,- and hops on so she can peer through the window to her father. I stay back a few feet with Dr Loomis, my jacket hung over my crossed arms. Because I don’t have anything in common with Sam Loomis at all, as we have previously discovered on these visits, I turn bluntly to him and ask, shamelessly. “So, how’s he going Doc?” Even though Michael’s condition hasn’t changed since he was six, that is what I ask.

Loomis offers me a crooked, humourless grin and explains that nothing has changed, but he did make Rachael a new mask. “Oh, that’s nice.” I say, although really, don’t think that’s nice. Does Michael think I have endless wall space for these things? I don’t want my home to look like his sanatorium cell. I have taste!

Hey, don’t judge me. The only way I can get through these visits is by being sarcastic and making jokes to myself.

And to Loomis, but he doesn’t really like me.

Probably because I make sarcastic jokes about his most dangerous patient.

Eh, oh well.

I turn back to Rachael to see her holding up her award to the window so Michael can read it, and after I lean to the left a bit to see inside the cell I see that he is doing so. He’s just sitting in his dressing gown on a desk chair at the other side of his cell- no wonder Rachael has to talk loudly!

He communicates through head shakes and nods, and sometimes even writes on a white board he always has set on his big -big mannnnnn. Oh jeez, the thirst is still strong, despite him now being an irritating part of my life… I have to get up at the ungodly hour of nine on a Sunday for this. Just to get a new stupid mask and stand back here with Doctor humourless, - lap, which I do concede, is pretty sweet. He doesn’t communicate that way to anyone else, as Loomis told me, except for with her.

Visitation usually lasts an hour and half, if Michael’s feeling ‘chatty’, And he definitely is today, so our visit bleeds into breakfast time so we join him -without a door between us and him,- for breakfast in the cafeteria. Rachael and I sit on one side and Michael and Loomis sit on the other. Mostly Rachael and I chat during this time, but Rachael looks to her father every now and then for his reaction.

“Hey mum, do you want the last pancake?” Rachael asks, eyeing the last fluffy breakfast food just as hungrily as Michael just after Dr Loomis gets up to go check quickly on another patient, leaving us as a ‘family’ for a little bit.

I pat my tummy. “Naw, I’m stuffed! Why don’t you and your dad share it.”

A little smile breaks across her little face, making me grin too. She’s so cute! She’ll always be cute, I don’t know if she’s 37, a pasty scientist and mildly mangled from experiments gone wrong, she’ll still be adorable. I’m sure Michael agrees. “Okay!”

As she goes off to get the pancake, I leap to take the chance alone to have a chat with Michael myself.

Or attack him.

Placing my elbow securely on the table between us, pointing at him, I squint. “Stop making her masks, Michael! Anything else, really!- We’ve had this talk before, multiple times. You know I have no wall space!”

He shoulders jump, like he silently chuckled at me, and my squint-greasy, just enhances.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

After a moment, he veeeeery purposefully shrugs those huge shoulders of his. He does know, he does. I knew it!

“Ooooooooh… “I nearly shake with annoyance, returning to my seat properly and glaring I hope subtly from my side of the table as Rachael returns and carefully tears the pancake in half for them. As she does, I watch and just sit and take great pleasure in the fact that they wont even trust plastic knives around Michael. Ha!

He see’s the too-happy glint in my eye and drinks all my juice.

Damn him.

#Horror Villain Drabbles #Horror Villains x Reader #Michael Myers #Freddy Krueger #X Reader

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daydadahlias · 3 years

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dear jess, i guess this is a good morning to me 😌💙 i missed waking up and just seeing y'all talk about bottom ash and how this boy deserves to get his ass eaten 😌 what a wonderful start for my morning 😌 keep up the important work my friends 😌💙 and im here to add as the local resident cashton bitch i would love for ashton to be treated like this in the hypothetical passing through prequal 😌💙 ok have a beautiful day! (i hope my excessive use of emojis doesn't come off as cynical cause im absolutely loving all of this i swear)

Dear Maya, I know this came in at like 2 am for me, but good morning all the same!! Nothing I love more than providing you your morning bottom!Ash news report. As my favorite cashton bitch, you do get to know that I have all the plans in the world for Ashton to be treated like this in “Hang Around.” It’s about damn time I let Ashton get tied to a headboard and have his ass eaten.

Have a wonderful day Maya 😌💙✨

#pigeon #beecosmic #lemon #bottom ash lives in my head RENT free all the time #and hang around has ??? fuckin ??? 4 smut scenes I believe for Cashton #ash gets eaten out #get a lil reverse cowboy moment #and #some others I won’t say

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theurbansquared · 3 years

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Guide To Avoiding A Loser Brokerage

by James Hill | theurbansquared

Brokers can be bastards and some even get better at it while other brokers are legitimate life-changing business Sherpas

A broker is supposed to guide you through a career in real estate much like a coach or pimp - offering protection and how to understand a complicated system better and direct it to revenue without getting your neck broke while playing the game. I created and ran the most well-reviewed, largest full-service brokerage in the fastest-growing city in America. This gave me access to nearly ever broker and their broker's pay structure and innovations. I also got the agent's version of my same broker buddies brokerages when they eventually joined my brokerage; hovering anywhere from 20–60 agents. Trending insider chatter has blame going to real estate brokers of decades past (and current) and how they’ve managed their agents - - letting unsupervised agents with no experience run wild on the streets practicing on the public wearing out Realtor love and making a need for all the Mountain Dew-made Zillow-y options that currently exist.

Brokers are out of touch more than ever with today’s current media load, having to understand and use social media platforms for their advertising (since the private Town & Country affair that real estate once was is forever over and the landscape is a bit more like a half Juggalo, half programmer flea market).

Let’s dive into some situations and tenets that most agents don’t consider when choosing a brokerage.

Sales Volume

This is a bit of negotiating psychology and due diligence. Simply ask how much sales they (the brokerage) did last year and how much they’re currently at. If they don’t know these numbers they’re goons. If they don’t give it, you guessed it - they’re hiding something; their lack of revenue. I’ve hired and fired hundreds of agents and in interviews so few ask this question but it’s one of the most important questions you can ask as an agent and you need the information. An agent that doesn’t ask this has already given a tell that they’re not a top producer since they’re not interested in the production capacity of the team they may join. No bueno. Creep the brokerage as well obvi -- reviews, FB & IG engagement and current running ads, and make sure the company Christmas Party isn’t catered by Chic-fil-a at a Burnet Road dive bar.

Office

40% of your learning and 350% of your work will be done at the office. Those numbers will make sense 90% of the time after a few years in real estate. The rest should be on the streets - your car, properties, driving 75 mph talking and sending out docs, gorging on breath mints. Office, home, tiny homes, motorhomes have all blended into one larger conversation where work/live ethos are all in re-definition.

But, when you do need a more savvy moment in any market when people talk about borrowing or selling something that’s over $100K they don’t want to hear some bullshit too loud pedantic conversation seated right next to them at Starbucks or the local kooky coffee shop. In real estate Murphy’s Law is always in effect. The super important listing sign off that has to go well and they want to hear you pitch again before deciding? There will be someone (at this super ‘caj’ coffee house meeting) there projectile vomiting, or throwing cats, or something else tiresome or bad that takes more calls.

Speech and body language are massive parts of sales so when the entire set is thrown because a barista is running through a whole Sublime album. You want the most inviting cool office you can ever pull off at any given moment in real estate . Was that ever a question? There's a balance -- you can't afford that year one or three, but it’s called real estate for a reason. Sexy, exciting buildings is what the brochure said when I joined. Also, it’s about style not size.

If you haven’t lost business to coffee house back pressure you really haven’t failed at agency properly.

Social IQ

Social reach is the only conversation now. Many brokerages won’t make it as the lead generating aspects of the industry aren't powered by a private MLS anyone and the publicly-hated ‘Realtor’ designation have both brokers and agents guessing about tomorrow. Calendars, best practices and free shitty tips & templates are the du jour of the day for anyone trying to get an agent's eyes. You can Google and get all the ‘basic’ social media dance steps, but with everyone at the same happy hunting spot, you’re being covered up, which leaves all your new artistic efforts fruitless and also squandering winning time.

Traffic, leads and engagement are all separate areas that have to be fulfilled properly and even this is in flux with historic corporations and current start ups all on the same advertising playing field. Social reach and engagement is about going to the consumer direct and becoming their friend with soft bribes -- free food, gifts, prizes (trips, events tickets) or industry work tools. The great news is, real estate has always been mostly consumer direct - start up a convoy at the grocery store (bar, church, meetup) and you��re in the car that weekend looking for houses with a new client. While you, your brokerage and the world are figuring out their exact social media mix, you need to make sure a brokerage isn’t lost on social media since many won’t be able to stay in business in the next few short years. Your brokerage needs to have a plan and and at best some presence on social media. Plus, they should be running low-cost performative marketing ad campaigns to get a feel for what and if set user groups are responding to ads. Anyone can post on IG but people engage on IG when they become inspired. A brokerage should have some sort of inspiration and relationship tied in with the local allure of their city -- or heading that direction.

Mentoring

Much like a neurotic buyer chasing an interest rate for their home mortgage (and then never buying a house) agents too focused on commission may miss the essential career need for mentoring -- for their clients and career. I had a 5 deal minimum for my new agents before they were ever unsupervised and received more commission. I've had new agents with celeb clients in hand and celeb agents with no clients in hand. No one wants to do business with someone with absolutely has no, experience but they do it because they like you as a friend or fam. Your mentor is the person riding shotgun with you at the beginning of your career. On many levels you want to be this person since they embody the position and role. You're literally and figuratively are borrowing experience from them and they deserve to be paid for it. You always have to strengthen your brand outside of your brokerage but if you don’t have any experience your brand doesn’t have ‘strength’ you simply have a logo and a drag & drop website where you're possibly talking about yourself and love of unicorns or football shit but the big boat deals you dream about in bed aren’t gotten this way. Remember, no unicorn could ever throw a football good without a lot of practice and a good mentor.

Support

Support in a brokerage is really communication and solutions for small problems, and systems for managing bigger ones with people. Most of the annoying things in real estate happen outside of the deal - contracts, calls, emails, docs, signatures, more docs. You typically want a super admin, broker, or agent manager that you can call and they pick up the phone. It’s pretty simple. With a mentor, admin, or broker you’re going to have a n 8:30 PM question or deal that’s going down. You’ll need printer help. Real estate always happens now (this was one of the main mantras in my office). Printing, prequal, weekend support and constant post dinner shenanigans.

Training

Meet Frank Miller, David Mamet, the Sex Pistols, Tony Robbins, Wayne Dyer, Hendrix, Tom Hopkins, The World’s Greatest Detective and Conan The Barbarian. We had a lot of different inspirations for the style and ethos of our urban brokerage. The World’s Greatest Detective is Batman. It was a moniker that became popular in the seventies. We used this example about how important due diligence and proper Fact Finding techniques are for serving and closing deals for clients. (It’s almost essential to be inquisitive in real estate esp about property/development to have success). Training is largely your sales meeting(s). Although I don’t come from a car background I’ve mentored many car guys transferring to real estate (they typically are out of the industry within 2 years and are there only for boom markets). Car guys have meetings every morning 6 days a week and they’re not at 9 or 10 am. They’re already working.

free module: The Burger King Phenomena: Why Agents Do Less Working For Themselves Than If They Were Working At Burger King

Many brokerages have no training/meeting schedule (monthly doesn’t count -- that’s a meet and greet company pump and catch up meeting). If a brokerage doesn’t have training on a schedule then there is no training. You’ll possibly be thrown a 3-ring binder, or given some PDF’s, or links to old bizarre training videos or a soup sandwich of all three and sometimes even a bill for the training. An agent’s training/meetings and their attendance to them are the difference between an agent making it or not when you’re 24 months or less in the role as an agent especially in the fast turbulent waters of the current 2021 market where brokerage and agent purpose and pay are under attack. From my experience, new agents that hide die.

Media

Having a background as a creative director I’m aware with great detail of agency and brokerage media needs, the cost and time they extract, and the corresponding revenue they’re projected to bring back. Brokerages are looking for their purpose now as simply having a brokerage doesn’t bring in leads like it used to. This is fitting, since the digital dumbass brokers that that didn’t understand the importance of ‘the web’ rickshawed our MLS data and sold the agent/broker centric real estate system for their benefit while current agents are left with an empty greasy enough to-go box to curl up with. Brokerages were never media houses or ad agencies but now that consumer level graphic programs and website builders are ubiquitous and any agent after being licensed for 10 days can drag & drop a website up in 4 hours and make it look like a brokerage that’s been around for years. I know I’m going wide on the subject here but stay with me because this is the crux of where the industry and consumer are renegotiating roles.

A brokerage’s value proposition has changed drastically with the telecommute revolution that was only sped and strengthened by Covid. Also, generational knowledge base gaps in technology are more apparent than ever with technology as younger agents can often be more media savvy than their broker. The market is flooded with self appointed companies or gurus that are taking on the role of the classic ad agency (Mad Men) or media production house. Also beware of real estate coaches with little or no real estate experience offering to guide you in social media. Okay media can’t be used in apex situations (such as the luxury listings you’re after) and doesn’t draw apex listings. Beware of tapioca room temperature tips and general lists from companies that can appear informative but are really boilerplate low grade data to get your attention to ultimately upsell you on a paid service.

As an agent or a brokerage, consumer level graphic and website building programs can be a death ticket to your business as your competitors have the same tools and are cranking out the same type of style of messaging you are now. Now agents, principals, admins and in art class creating flyers. This has been done since the nineties as the valleys of dead agent careers is full of 2-day Microsoft Word (or any of their shitty office offerings) seshes to produce nasty flyers and presentations. These programs are fun and making bad flyers absolutely work related - the kind of work you don’t want’ related to your business because it’s adult crayon coloring. Activity does not equal production. Staying busy doing the wrong things doesn’t make money in real estate. Rather than spending agent winning time staying in the wrong lanes for way too long, get with a team or brokerage that are providing the most exceptional visual media you can find in your market. It used to be cool 2 years ago, now it’s the only thing that matters. Visual content.

free module: Better Agent Media, Less Agent Money (media tips and hacks).

Access

This is access to your broker. Brokers with families are typically less available. Your best bet as an agent is looking for a grinder broker who sleeps on the couch at their office. This person doesn’t have kids to build into so they’ll build into your career and you’ll get the most out of these brokers. Beware of cheesedick, apathetic, rich boy, bored brokers not around and more concerned with projects like a shitty vanity wine brand that their wife’s forced them to launch since she’s not living her best life anymore as an agent.

Style

What kind of style is your brokerage? Is there an opportunity to bring more style sophistication to the market -- standout in a smaller market? Or, are you in an ultra stylish market currently and butt hurt because you already have a little story about how you’re going to keep it real and be a Dockers wearing slob for eternity? The thing about style in agency is you always need to look like you can list a million dollar house. Oh, is it really that simple? Yes it is. You complicated it. Clients always care about their housing a little bit more than they care about your real estate career. They don’t have time to figure out why you’re wearing shoe styles from 7 years ago. Don’t make it hard for people to do business with you. If you’re ugly, even better. It can be a massive advantage. Everyone on the planet loves when someone who doesn’t fall into our general current ‘attractive’ spectrum doesn’t give af, looks great and puts themselves together in a stylish way that the viewer can understand (can I get away with Teen Wolf?). A great side benefit from this step in the right direction is it’s a great way to make someone who is conventionally attractive insecure.

You want to be in the same style as the people in your area but the secret is you need to lead that style pack if you can -- you always lead and dress apex. Years ago this was anecdotal but after over 100K hours in real estate a good suite (tailored) saved my ass and literally got me business. I listed the largest house in east Austin because of a suit (and got a front page story on the newspaper real estate section for free because the owner saw me walking into the next door neighbor’s house).

Offices, dress, logo, email signature are all elements of you and your brokerage’s style. Style in and of itself isn’t enough to be a top producer in real estate. I’ve had stylish and even celebrity agents that didn't do zilch, but style often is a fingerprint to something more.

Picking the right elements for your agent style is an art because you have to offer something from yourself that’s unique enough as well as something familiar (a bridge to your uniqueness). I have a background as a musician and also as a merchant sailor. Fortunately those are easy convo starters. You could be a philatelist and have some challenges, but regardless it absolutely will take a year or three to develop your own angle and style towards the market as you learn it and the agent role more.

Things that look attractive and familiar puts client’s psychologies at ease. So, if skinny jeans are in you better get in them (that’s like five years old now). You’re on stage. You don’t wear what the worker people behind the camera wear. If you want to wear boring shit get on the other side of the camera. If you want less leads saddle up to a forgettable brokerage. People have hard days. They want you to put an effort into your real estate agency role. Currently it’s a fried role so you’re dealing with that too. People love to be smiled at and sold and especially from someone who smells good. It doesn't ever get old. Don’t make them beg for your charm. Be a nice charming person with a shirt that fits good, it’s a powerful combo.

Get My Damn Paper

If you’ve never seen a werewolf in daylight mess with an agent’s commission after the deal’s done and funded. Admin? Who is the damn person who does the admin? (accounts payable is the icey pro word if you like). That person that you contact to get your commission check cut? If that person is a weirdo, or there’s an unfriendly or sketchy quality to the office or admin staff, do not go forward (don’t confuse this with new people or industry jitters). Grab some free coffee, leave the smarm and jet to the next brokerage blind date.

Software

CRM is an annoying conversation. Here’s the things with CRM’s - for all the work CRMs curtail, because of their complexity and existence and the work(time) they take to interact with you need to consider how much work you’re putting into operating the CRM software verses how much time it’s saving. Many times brokerages have expensive yearly subscriptions with per agent fees for their CRM which can make the brokerage have a zealot meth thing for the ‘team’ software and promise you can’t have a career without taking a bump too. To understand CRM better before it was a name, Client Relationship Management is what analog Proximity became. Let me explain - being close to people in Church, bar, school, same building -- all give proximity. This becomes familiarity, then ease, then trust. People do business with people they trust & like. Once people disconnected physically and started using other means more contact attempts have to be made to work for or ‘prove’ worth.

Follow Up is a large component of most CRM’s and there are gobs of money for agents who follow up meticulously. Simply ask the broker what CRM they use and research it. Something to remember - unless you’re extremely busy with your career you don’t need a CRM. You can manage & database your clients & leads ‘by hand’ and strap it to the cloud with G-Suite/Google Sheets.

Brokerage Name

A small but important aside, if a brokerage have named themselves after a precious metal or a gem, or if it says elite in the name then it’s not elite. If it has the words prestige or worldwide or international it may not be any of those either. I know a handful of exceptions to this rule but this is a great dirty primer to use when choosing a brokerage that’s going to propel your career and have shrimp options at the Christmas Party.

#agent #realtor #realestateagent #broker #brokerage #newhomebuyer #coach #businesscoach #entrepreneurs #new agent #zillow

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mightbewriting · 4 years

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do you plan on someday writing a hermione's pov prequal as well? and harry&ginny pov? please do consider! I think I speak for every one of your reader's that I would gladly read anyone's pov on this story over and over again. (even ocasionally lavander's hahahahaha)

i am sorry to disappoint, but outside of the couch collection, b&e will be the last entry to the w&h world of stories. by the time it’s done i will have told a story in most major length categories (ficlets, short story, novella, novel, and epic) and i rather like the roundness of that. additionally, im a firm believer that there can be too much of a good thing and i only want to tell stories that i have the right motive and inspiration for so...as fun as all sorts of povs could be, they aren’t really stories that i want to tell. *shrug of knowing i have disappointed you*

#i realize i sound like an obnoxious *wRiTeR*#and im upset about it too #alas #sometimes i am an obnoxious writer

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songbookff · 4 years

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Hi, I just came off your Ao3 page. I've started your Elusive Spirits series and I'm just in absolute awe.

Your writing is just so moving. And in all seriousness, can I pick your brain on your process? How do you even start? How long does it take you to finish a story? Do you follow an outline? Tips or tricks you use for a better creative does?

I have these sporadic ideas that I want to bring to life as well as you have. And I'm finding that my work apparently lives and dies with dialogue. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I've just started writing fan fiction, but I would love to be even close to your level!!!

Keep up the amazing work and thank you!

Hello! I’ve been so happy reading your reviews all day! (I see you’re almost to the end)

I absolutely love to talk to people about anything, especially my writing. So I’m going to try to answer everything you’ve asked here, but if you want to discuss more, just dm me or send another ask!

1. How do I start? So specifically, with Elusive Spirits, I wanted a Lin story, specifically a Kyalin story that was an entire overarching plot. There are great fanfics out there, but at the time, I had read most everything there was for Kyalin, so I decided to write my own. I plan out the main points in my head for the most part and then once I steadily have the same plan for a while, I’ll start my outline.

2. Do you follow an outline? Yes. Very much so. When I first started writing fanfiction in high school (prob jr high if I’m honest), I did not use outlines. I just wrote whatever came to mind, sometimes one-shots, sometimes chaptered fics. I didn’t care too much, I just loved writing. However, I didn’t always finish what I started and I HATE when I have a WIP that is never finished. So, I made myself promise that I wouldn’t publish anything anymore without knowing how it ended and how I was going to get there.

That being said, there is definitely something to just free writing. I find that when I’m in need of inspiration or am stuck on a chapter, I write something I don’t have planned out. Sometimes those end up as oneshots, sometimes tumblr prompts, or sometimes the world never sees them. And I highly encourage people to start writing this way. Just write what you want to. I use outlines because I can’t stand not finishing something, but that’s not for everyone.

I also write out of order sometimes. This can be tricky when you are writing a large chaptered, plot driven fic, as you have to make sure that your writing style and the plot points line up. So even if I think I have a chapter written, I will often do heavy edits or even re-write entire sections. But because I suddenly have ideas for specific scenes, I will write them as they come to me.

3. How long does it take you to finish a story? So this depends. If you noticed, I posted Elusive Spirits back in 2017 (although I probably started messing around with the plot in 2016-ish). I didn’t officially finish it until this year. Years ago, it could take me a year or two to finish a long chaptered fic, mainly because I didn’t use outlines. Recently, life is what gets in the way sometimes. Which is what happened to Elusive Spirits. That being said, I’ve written 20 chapters of the prequal/sequel Spirits Intertwined since July. And there are approx 10 more, I think.

How long it takes me to write a chapter varies on my mood. Some days (or more likely nights), I can do an entire chapter at once. Others, I’ll work on for weeks, slowly piecing it together.

As far as one-shots go, most in the Kyalin Collection (Or the Spirits Universe), I did in a day or two and then spent some time editing. I like to write something, leave it alone for a day or two and then go back and reread it. That’s not a general rule though: sometimes I get excited and want to share it right away.

(I also have an entire folder of unfinished WIP from various fandoms that will probably never see the light of day...but they’re fun for me to write and read again)

4. Tips and Tricks. So as I said before, I like to randomly write things. I found that prompts are a great way to do this. Sometimes I take suggestions, other times I just give it a go. And I don’t spend a lot of time on them. Maybe an hour or two. This helps me to focus on the important plot points sometimes, or some other aspect such as dialogue, mood, or description.

Lastly, I’m a scientist by nature and trade. Writing has been my creative outlet for years. I have fun. If it feels forced, I stop writing. Because as much as I love the people who read & review my fics, I write for myself. I have struggled with anxiety disorders for years and through it all, writing is something I can rely on. I like to write, but I don’t like writing to be a chore. And I stopped trying to judge my own work years ago...I write what I want to read. And I write what I love. And some days (and some chapters) are better than others. But at the end of the day, I got to express myself and that’s what matters to me.

Advice for you...I know a lot of people say that the only way to become a better writer is to write. Unfortunately that’s true. I’ve been writing fanfiction for a lot longer than I care to admit. Pre-dating A03, that’s for sure. However, you can burn yourself out. If you feel like you’re forcing the words out...it’s time to take a break.

If you’re worried about your dialogue, or really any other part of your writing, read it out loud. Sort of act it out. Use your own voice to put feeling into it. (You’ll also catch typos this way). As far as your sporadic ideas, just write a few. Even if they aren’t finished or no one ever sees them. Write just a few paragraphs or line of dialogue. Sometimes you’ll know that you don’t really want to pursue it any further. Or maybe you’ll find the inspiration to keep going.

#writing #ask #hope this is helpful

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dibs4ever · 6 years

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I love him so much (Prequal)

Barbara Gordon stood in the shower letting the hot water relax her muscles. In the past 4 weeks, she had thrown herself completely into her batgirl duties. She knew it was only a distraction from -him.

But it was better than where she had been the previous month. Where she just lied in bed all day ignoring the outside world completely. She didn’t want to eat, patrol, exercise, socialize or even bathe. All she wanted was for the pain of losing her best friend to go away

Today was her annual physical with Dinah. She’d already canceled and rescheduled twice and she knew if she canceled again D would break into the watchtower and drag her to her office herself. She laughed lightly Dick always hated going to these check-ups. ”They’re pointless” hed insist. Somehow everything reminded her of him , his spare toothbrush and extra clothes that he kept in her guest bedroom that she couldn’t seem to bring herself to throw away, the cereal aisle at the grocery store, the color blue, her old bedroom where they slept with each other for the first time after getting hit with Ivy’s-“

She turned off the water those days were over. Dick Grayson existed now only in memories.

When she walked into Dinah’s she looked surprised “Barbara hey! I was half expecting you’d call and cancel” she said flopping down in a seat and patting the bed in front of her.

“I knew you’d come find me if I didn’t show,” Barbara said hopping up on the bed

Dinah smiled “ You know me so well. So how are you really?” She asked

Barbara shrugged “ Fine I guess”

Dinah shook her head “ Barb come on talk to me”

Barbara sighed “I’m—-doing better” it wasn’t a lie she really was.

Dinah nodded “You know I can still prescribe you something to help. There’s no shame in it Barbara”

She let out a sigh “Yeah I know. But I’m doing better honest”

Dinah shook her head “No you just traded lying in bed and sleeping all day for completely throwing yourself into Batgirl duties. I heard you are quitting your job at the library”

Barbara shrugged “We have a lot of missions and investigations going on right now”

“Are you ever Barbara Gordon anymore? I ran into your dad yesterday and he said he hasn’t seen you in 3 weeks and that you always say you’re busy with class. You dropped out of your classes the day of Dicks funeral”

Barbara glanced at her fingers at the mention of his name

“Sorry,” Dinah said softly fearing she had triggered something

Barbara shook her head “No you’re right, let’s just get this over with”

Dinah nodded

An hour later Dinah slipped off her vinyl gloves ”Welp you're almost done, let me just go in the back and check you're bloodwork then you'll be on your way.

Barbara nodded “Great, I have some computer analysis’ I need to get done”

Dinah laughed as she exited the room. She came back a few moments later though holding the paper in her hand, examining it with a completely different expression on her face.

“Di is everything alright?” Barbara questioned jumping off the bed and approaching the other woman

Dinah continued to look at the blood test results “Barbara when was your last mensural cycle?”

Barbara thought for a moment “I don’t know, maybe 6 weeks ago. But ya know it’s always been kinda wonky and with everything going on—- “ she stopped “Dinah did the blood test come back with something. Am I sick?”

Dinah shook her head “Barb when was the last time you were.....active?”

Barbara rose an eyebrow “Active?” she thought her mind having flashes of his hands running up and down her back. Her hands tangled in his hair, his lips on her neck whispering sweet nothings to her. “I don’t know I guess a little over two months ago. Dinah is everything okay? You’re kinda scaring me”

Dinah nodded “Well kinda, you don’t have a disease if that’s what you’re thinking. But according to this”, she taped the paper and read over the results for the tenth time just to be sure she was definitely reading it correctly “You’re pregnant “

Barbara took a step back “Pregnant? “ she shook her head “That’s impossible”

“Did you use protection?” Dinah shrugged

Which time. Barbara mentally thought but the news was still waving over her “You said that I couldn’t get pregnant because of all the stress, activity and injury I put on my body over the years”

Dinah shook her head “I never said you couldn’t, I said it was a possibility that you couldn’t “

Barbara shook her head “I can’t be pregnant. It must be a mistake I mean if I’m pregnant that means it’s “ she bit her lip unable to say the name.

“Dick’s?” Dinah finished the sentence for her

Barbara remained silent but her deep inhalation giving her the answer

“We can do an ultrasound to confirm “ Dinah tilted her head, Barbara gave a nod

A few moments later Barbara was lying back on the bed her shirt up while Dinah sat beside the bed with an ultrasound machine.

She squirted some cold gel on her stomach before waving the wand around. After a couple seconds of what looked like nothing an image appeared

“Is that?” Barbara began

Dinah nodded “That is your baby.” She continued to wave the wand around “If I had to guess I’d say you’re about 10 or 11 weeks along”

Barbara continued to stare at the screen, the timing was definitely correct “Is it-“

“Okay?” Dinah nodded “It has a heartbeat, wanna hear?” She began hitting buttons already knowing Barbara’s answer was yes

The thump-thumping of the heartbeat came through the speakers

Both Dinah and Barbara stared in awe

She pushed herself up getting a better look at the screen “Turn it off” she said quickly

Dinah did as she said and handed her a towel to wipe the gel off her stomach “Are you Alright?”

Barbara laid back on the bed blinking as she did a breathing exercise to calm her nerves. “I’m carrying a dead man's child”

“ You’re carrying Dick Grayson’s child” Dinah reworded

Barbara nodded “I’m carrying Dick Grayson’s child” she rested her hand on her stomach as if the realization was just setting in she shook her head “Nobody can know about this Dinah”

“Okay,” Dinah said slowly

Barbara caught onto what was probably going through her friend's mind “I’m keeping it, I couldn’t imagine not. I mean this is Dick’s child.”

“So how are you going to keep this a secret?” Dinah asked

Barbara shrugged “I don’t know, I guess they’ll find out at one point. But how will Bruce and my father react?” She shook her head “We weren’t even dating we were just-“

“Dick and Babs?” Dinah questioned

Barbara nodded “Yeah....Bruce I don’t think he’ll care much. But my dad....as far as he knows Dick and I have never had anything more than friendship. He’d freak out”

Barbara doesn’t know why but she decides to tell Wally first. She calls him as soon as she gets out of Dinah’s office and asks to meet him for lunch, Wally never turns down food so of course, he agrees.

They’re sitting in a little Cafe in Polo Alto when she finally works up the nerve to slide the envelope across the table to him

“What’s this?” Wally rose an eyebrow, opening up the envelope he pulled out the ultrasound photos Dinah had printed for her. She didn’t want them, but Dinah insisted if she didn’t she may regret not getting them

Barbara watched as Wally’s eyes scanned over the photos “Are these- is this you?” he questioned

Barbara nodded

He let out a sigh “Congrats I guess” he set the photos down he was quiet for a moment “So this is why you called me for the first time since Dick’s service? You wanted to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

Barbara shook her head “Wally it’s not-“

He cut her off “No Barb, Dick would be happy that you’re moving on really he would. He loved you that much.”

“Wally I’m 11 weeks along” she cut in

Wally’s mouth opened “You mean” he picked up the pictures again “This is”

Barbara nodded “Yeah I just found out a few hours ago. You’re the only one who knows- besides Dinah who told me”

A small smile crept on Wally’s face “Dick is going to be a dad”

Barbara smiled “Yeah I wish he was here”

“Could you imagine if he was here. He’d freak” He handed her the photos back

Barbara shrugged “I’m not sure if he’d freak in a good way or a bad way”

Wally chuckled “Are you kidding me? Sweetie if he knew that his Babs was barring his child he’d be cheering at the top of his lungs. Heck he’d be swinging from the rooftops announcing it to all of Gotham and Bludhaven to hear”

The next person she tells is Tim and Stephanie. It wasn’t planned it kinda just happened a week after her appointment. They’re at the batcomputer when she walks into the cave.

“Hey Barb, it’s actually great that you’re here we could use your help,” Stephanie says in full Spoiler gear

Tim nods “Yeah, how fast do you think you can suit up?”

Barbara shakes her head “I-can’t “

Tim steps away from the computer “Still? Dinah said you needed a break but I figured after a week you’d be itching to get out”

Stephanie stood behind him nodding in agreement

“I can’t for at least another 6 months “ she sighed

They both looked at her oddly

“Are you okay Barbara?” Stephanie stepped forward

Barbara nodded “Guys I’m-“ she paused “I’m having Dick’s child”

They both fell silent “You mean?” His eyes glanced down to Barbara’s stomach then back at her

Stephanie covered her mouth with her hand “This is a plot twist I didn’t see coming”

“Does Bruce know?” Tim whispered

Barbara shook her head “Only Wally, Dinah and now you two know”

The next day she tells Bruce. She figures he’ll figure it out eventually especially now that Tim and Stephanie know. She lights the bat signal and waits for him to show. He lands on the rooftop looking slightly surprised. Something unusual “Barbara,” he says in his batman voice “When do you think you’ll be able to go back on patrol again?”

Barbara shakes her head “Not for a little while”

“He’s the father correct?” Bruce says not looking at her

Barbara shrugged “I figured you’d know”

“There aren’t many things that would require Dinah to request you be out for several months” he retaliates “Plus I know you’re the only one who could drive Dick to be careless”

Barbara nods in agreement

“So answer my question. Dick’s the father correct?” he persists

Barbara glances at him “Do I need to?”

Bruce glances back at her “Am I supposed to say congratulations or good luck?”

Barbara doesn’t respond

“If you come across anything you would like or need just contact Alfred and I will be sure that it is taken care of, and come to the manor whenever need be” he says before grappling off into the Gotham night. He tells Damian and Alfred, Alfred is happy for her but sad that the boy he helped raise won’t be here to see his child. Damian thinks the child will be a great vigilante someday.

Jason finds her, it’s a month later. She’s officially 4 months along and still not showing which is a blessing since her dad still doesn’t know.

Red Hood lands on the balcony to the clock tower. Setting her book down she goes to the sliding glass door and opens it “Hey” she greets

Jason nods stepping in “Hey Barbie” he pecks her on the cheek

She watches him for a moment “Unusual for you to pay random visits hood”

He’s quiet for another moment “Is it true?” He asks glancing around the room

Barbara bites her lip “How’d you hear?”

Jason looks at her “Believe it or not our little family of sorts likes to gossip. So is it? Did you and Dickie boy not wrap it?”

Barbara rolls her eyes typical Jason and nods in response

Jason nods back he looks her up and down “You can’t tell, you don’t have a stomach yet.” He pokes her belly “So is the little rugrat a boy or a girl?”

Barbara shook her head “I don’t know yet”

Jason nods “You been getting along okay?”

Barbara lets out a breath “Believe it or not this has helped me get over Dick’s death”

“Well ya know if you ever need-I mean I'm not gonna be the twerp's new dad- but if need help ever” he stammers

Barbara smiled “Thanks Jay”

Jason looks her over “Well I’m craving a smoke and I’ve heard it ain’t good to smoke around pregnant ladies, I know ole Dickie might come back from the grave if I put his offspring in danger” he says and before she knows it he’s gone

It’s a month later, she’s a little over 20 weeks and she still hasn’t told her dad. She knows she can’t keep the secret much longer. She finally begins forming a subtle bump. She knows she’s lucky she was able to hide it for this long.

Barbara wakes up in a hospital bed, her hands immediately going to her stomach. She thinks back last she remembered she was in the Batcave working on a case. She had thrown herself full-fledged into her duties as Oracle working long hours. “Barb!” She instantly hears her dad rushing to her bedside “Timothy Drake called, he said you passed out at Wayne Manor. He brought you here”

Barbara blinked the realization coming to her

“It took me forever to find you. The maternity ward? Why are you here.”

“Dad” she breathed “I’m-“

Before she could continue a Doctor walked in

“Miss.Gordon, glad to see you’re awake I’m Dr.Fraggs.” He shook her hand then her dads

“Doctor is everything alright? Is my baby okay?” Barbara immediately asks, not caring if her father was in the room

Fraggs smiled “Yes we did an ultrasound as soon as you came in. Your baby is fine- would you like to see him?”

“Him” Barbara repeated

Fraggs nodded “You didn’t know?”

Barbara shook her head and laid back allowing the Doctor to proceed with the ultrasound “He’s quite the little mover” he remarked upon seeing the baby flip around on the screen

Barbara smiled “Yeah I can tell, I feel him all the time” she continued to watch the baby moving on the screen.

“Well, Miss. Gordon, we determined the reason for your blackout was you have been overexerting yourself.” He said as he turned off the machine a few minutes later. “So do me a favor and tone it down a little I don’t want to see you back here till it’s time for that bouncing baby boy of yours to be born”

As soon as the Doctor exited the room her father who had been silent spoke up “Mind telling me what that was about”

Barbara inhaled a breath “I’m pregnant”

Jim nodded “I see that were you planning on telling me?”

Barbara shrugged “When the timing was right”

He glanced at the image of the baby that was replayed on the screen “Who’s the father”

“I don’t know, I woke up from a drunken night in some guys bed. I was so ashamed I left before he woke up” Barbara lied

Jim nodded “I see.” He was quiet “I’ll help you through this” he assured than a smile formed on his face “Hey I’m going to have a grandson. Another Gordon right?”

Barbara flashed her father a smile as she mentally though “And another Grayson”

#Dickbabs #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #batgirl #DickBabs fanfiction #batman #dinah lance #batfamily headcanons #batfam fanfiction #batfam imagine #Jason Todd #red hood

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writing-in-verse · 5 years

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Throne of Glass - Something This Way is Lacking

Have you ever been reading a book series that you really want to like but some nigh incomprehensible Thing™ seems to stop you? Well, as you’re probably guessing from the title, I am having this issue with Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas. Now I want to preface by stating I’ve only read the first four books to completion and the prequal book, I have just started book five and plan to read it and the remain books in the series. I also mean no ill will towards the author I just want to express some thoughts I’ve been having throughout my time with the books.

I guess I’ll start by saying I do like Throne of Glass in many ways, but I also have some grievances that stop from adoring it like other YA series. Let’s start with plot.

The plot is slow, so slow it takes a back seat most of the series. the first book, for instance, has just about enough plot to set up the characters for the next two books, the rest of the narrative is working with the characters (we’ll touch on them later) and developing them. Now, I both like and dislike the approach to plot this series takes; I like it because the pay-off by the end of the third books feels amazing, as it allows for a slow and steady build-up that creates investment that warrants decent pay-off. I dislike because holy gods can the narrative be so boring at times. I love some of these characters, I really do, I find them interesting in their own right and find their plights compelling for a multitude of reasons. However, sometimes I want things to actually move forward and progress faster than they because there is only so many times I can read two characters having the same argument because one of them refuses to see reason. Looking back on the progess makes the slow monotony worthwhile for the most part, but I like to have consistent enjoyment and there are many times where I just want the plot to get going. It’s a good job the characters are great, right? Well... mostly...

Okay, the one thing Maas is really good at is creating complex characters with a LOT of depth to them. Celaena Sardothien for instance is such a complicated character that only really gets unpacked by the end of the third book. It makes reading her story compelling, which is great considering she’s the protagonist, and really carries the narrative, through the first book especially. The problem I have is the incredibly slow plot often transfers over to some characters who are way less interesting and yet carry half of the narrative, meaning it can be such a slog to get through. I’m talking specifically about Manon Blackbeak, who is a complex character in her own right, but isn’t very interesting and it takes so long for her to really become even slightly unique from the other witches I spent my time wanting her sections to be over so I could get back to Celaena’s story.

Of course, Celaena’s character isn’t perfect either and I fear this issue is going to persist as the narrative progresses; and that’s the character’s inability to have purely platonic, straight relationships. So, Celaena has so far hooked up with three characters in the main series (She has only slept with one, but honestly that isn’t the point she can sleep with whoever she likes) and they’ve all been close friends of hers at some point. This isn’t a gripe I have with Celaena as a character, but more as a writing technique; it sets the precendent that you can’t have close friendships with the type of person you’re also attracted to, something that is objectively false. Celaena and Rowan are my biggest annoyance for this reason as they had this really interesting co-dependent friendship that granted had not entirely clear boundaries but it worked as a pletonic relationship with Rowan being Celaena’s protector. So when Rowan comes back half way through the fourth book and suddenly he wants to screw the woman he is blood bonded to, it’s liuke tonal whiplash that still annoys me. Why can’t they stay friends? I know you could point to Dorian nad state ‘there’s a platonic relationship between Celaena and another many’ but they already had something that just didn’t work, and while I appreciate showing a relationship cvan survive that kind of change, it still gives the impression of the attraction being what matters, and their friendship being where they settle.

This doesn’t even touch on the idea that every main character is straight. Now, as a straight dude myself I’m definitely not the best to talk in depth about representation, but come on I thought we were past having every single main character be straight while you have one gay relationship barely focused on three books in, and have a second one mentioned in the fourth book with it being instantly pointed out one of them has been dead for ten years. Besides the, hopefully, obvious importance for representation it’s also just way more interesting to have none-straight characters, as their experiences are going to be very different making for more interesting character interactions and plot moments. Not to mention I want to see how the world would accomodate these characters and even simpler it gives the author more to work with. Again, I am not the person to be going to for representation advice, but I feel like I can say that not even doing the bare minimum is pretty shoddy. Not to mention I shouldn’t have to wait until the third book for these themes to be even slightly looked at. In terms of race,it does seem to be better, with a character’s race not overly being mentioned unless relevant and people from the many fantasy nations being included. However, again I’m not one to provide much of a verdict here, but it didn’t feel awful which is always a positive.

In any case, I’ve had these thoughts running around my head for Throne of Glass for the last few months, and as much as I like the books there’s a lot holding it back. Especially when it is in the YA space, where there is so much more inclusive writing, this stands out as being so behind the times. Not to mention the slow plot that, while it certainly has its advantages, is not for everyone and can be leborious at times.

Well this was a long one.

#sarah j maas #Throne of Glass

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officermaddie23 · 2 years

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Are you planning on making a prequal to Rise of the drachenvampyre? If so, what will it be about?

I am planning on making a prequal series to rise of the drachenvampyre it will actaully be about the famous son of the sleeper and about how his legends were written.

Expect it to come out after the 5th installment of rise of the drachenvampyre is completed

#the dragon master speaks #everquest #read on ao3 #i answered a thing

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cattwomannn · 7 years

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Something Borrowed, Something Blue (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request: “751. "I’m not jealous!” + 611. "I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since I met you.” + 283. “There are plenty of people out there who love you.” “Yeah, like who?” “Like me.” With Dick please <33 reader is the one who pines after him. I love the recent Dick imagine you did 😭💕 I just found your blog today and hidden gem alert! Looking forward to reading your future content 😊”

A/N: So, I decided to make this request a prequal to the last fic I wrote. If you haven’t read that one yet, and you’d like to, I’ll link it HERE. Also, I apologize for how long this took! December and January were hectic, but I’m determined to start writing more consistently this year!

ALSO, shout out to my wonderful partner @alementpersonal for editing. You’re perfect and I love you. :)

Warning(s): cheating/affairs, cursing, sexual situations (but I’m horrible at writing smut, so nothing too scandalous. Lol.)

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Word Count: 2.2k

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BUZZ.

“You gonna get that?” your date asks you, before taking a sip from their glass of wine.

You slide your finger across the surface of your phone, declining the call.

“No, it can wait.” You say, giving them a small smile. “Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself?” you ask.

Those were words you would live to regret, come the end of the date. Not only was this person exceedingly dull, but you couldn’t get in another word at all the whole rest of the dinner. When the waitress finally brought the bill to the table, you grabbed it so fast you almost took her hand off with it. Luckily, your date didn’t see as they were too caught up in their own story to notice a thing you were doing.

You slid your card into the slot and handed it back to the waitress, not even giving her a chance to leave. As she disappeared from the table, you looked down at your phone.

(4 missed calls from Richard Grayson)

Your best friend, whom you’d been expertly avoiding for the last 3 days, had not given up trying to contact you. Normally you’d jump at the chance to chat with Dick, but things had gotten complicated recently. Specifically, when you made the poor decision to tell Dick about your feelings for him.

*3 days earlier*

Seeing Dick with her killed you, you knew it was pointless to even get upset about it, but you couldn’t help it. You were the one he was supposed to be cuddled up with on the couch, you were the one he was supposed to be saying ‘I love you’ to every night before bed… but you weren’t. Life doesn’t always work out in the ways that you’d like it to.

He had invited you over to his place in Blüdhaven to watch movies with him and Kori, which had been your guys’ weekly tradition ever since you’d met. It was just you and Dick for the first few years, but once he joined the Titans, Kori became a permanent addition to movie night. In the beginning you didn’t mind much, they were usually pretty good about not showing too much PDA around you, and it was important to Kori that you know that just because she was there now it didn’t mean you weren’t still important to Dick.

That all changed once they got married, though. Part of you understood… they were newlyweds, they deserved to be a little mushy. But the other part of you hated it. Your feelings for Dick had been piling up over the years and the less shy they were around you, the harder it became for you to pretend like nothing was wrong.

This night, specifically, had been the final straw. You were watching one of your favorite horror flicks with them. For some reason scary movies made them particularly handsy with each other. It was then that you shot up from your place on the couch, causing Dick and Kori to sit up and look at you, clearly confused. The look on your face worried Dick, but before he could say anything, you grabbed your bag, made up some lame excuse, and got the hell out of there. You could feel the tears rushing up to your eyes, but you wanted to be long gone before you let them spill over. Knowing Dick, he would’ve chased after you and definitely seen you cry, so you ran nearly a mile down the road before calling a cab to take you home.

When you got back to your apartment you were only there for a few minutes before you heard a knock on your door. Not even thinking about it, you walked over and opened it only to find your best friend on the other side.

‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself. It was too late to pretend you weren’t home even though he had obviously seen you walk in just moments before. So, you put on your best fake smile, and greeted him.

“Heyyyyy, Richard.” You said, trying to be cool, but failing.

“What happened back there?” he asked, his brows furrowing together. “You left so fast, you didn’t give us a chance to see if you were okay.” He adds.

“Nothing’s wrong… just a little case of food poisoning… didn’t want to be sick at your place” you say rather unconvincingly.

“So, you chose to go all the way home to use your bathroom instead of ours? Seems pretty inconvenient, if you ask me.” He says with a smirk.

“Well, good thing I didn’t ask you.” You mutter, causing his smile to falter.

His face becomes serious, obviously done dancing around the topic of what’s wrong, and he steps through the doorway into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“Okay, that’s enough. What’s wrong? Seriously… you’ve been standoffish for months, whenever I ask you to come hang out with me and Kori you barely say a word the whole time and leave the first chance you get.” He fires back, his patience slowly deteriorating.

His tone spurs you on, though, causing your mood to only further sour.

“Well, maybe I just don’t always want to third wheel it with you and Koriandr. You ever consider that, Dick?”

Your words surprise him, he always assumed you liked Kori. You had never given him a reason to think otherwise. And truth be told, you did like her, which only ever made you feel guiltier about your feelings for Dick.

The more he reflects on your attitude these last few months though, the quicker it dawns on him.

“Y/N… are you jealous of Kori?” he asks curiously.

“I’m not jealous.” You snarled.

“Then what is it?” he pushes, trying to get an answer out of you. “There has to be a reason to why you’ve been acting so weird.”

All of his questioning was starting to wear you out, and you’re feeling cornered. You just wanted him to leave, so you could crawl into bed and sleep this horrible night off. So, the next words out of your mouth were not ones that you had much control over.

“Fine, Dick! I am, I’m jealous of Kori. Is that what you wanted to hear? Does it make you feel good to know that? Because it doesn’t make me feel good to have to say it. I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since I met you. And I’ve watched you date girl after girl after girl, and never said a word. Because they made you happy, and when you’re happy, I’m happy. But I’m not anymore… I’m not-“ you look up at him and stop before you can finish the rest of your speech.

The look on his face is what stills you, and you realize what you’ve just done.

You don’t even give him time to fully process before you grab up your bag once again, and book it to the door.

“Where are you going?” he finally says.

“I’m leaving.” You stammer out.

“This is your apartment!” he shouts.

But you’re already gone.

*Present day*

When the waitress comes back with your card, you quickly thank your date for a lovely night (lies), give them a small peck on the cheek, and leave. The walk back to your apartment was a quiet one, which was rare for Gotham. So, you took your time, enjoying the silence. By the time you got home you were so at ease that you almost forgot about all your current problems. Almost.

As soon as you walk in, you can tell something is different. You sigh and walk over to the couch and flip on the tv, the light from the screen illuminating the room.

“You know you could drop by like a normal person occasionally…” you say aloud.

Its silent for a few moments before you get a reply.

“Well, I was going to… but you wouldn’t answer my calls.” He says, stepping into view.

You notice he’s in his full Nightwing getup.

“Nice threads…” you say, gesturing to his clothing.

“It was a slow night.” He responds.

Your comment on his appearance though is what makes him notice how dressed up you are.

��Where were you? Are you wearing heels?? You never wear heels.” He says, surprised.

“I wear heels plenty.” You tone slightly defensive.

“No, you don’t. In fact, I’ve only ever seen you wear heels when you’ve just been on a date… Wait.” He stops, the pieces now fitting together.

You sigh.

“If you must know, it was horrible. I don’t plan on seeing them again.” You state, getting up.

You walk to your room and slide off the heels that you had forgotten you were still wearing, Dick following along.

“Good.” He says, and for a second you’re almost certain you heard him wrong.

“…Good?” you questioned.

“I mean… yeah.” He says, taking a deep breath

He takes a small step towards you before speaking again.

“Ever since you told me how you felt about me, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about us.” He confesses.

You shake your head.

“There is no us, there’s never been an us.” You say, your voice cracking.

He makes his way over, closing the distance between you two.

He’s so close now you almost lose your breath. He’s beautiful, you’ve always known it. But it’s so different like this, when you’re pressed together. You meet his eyes and there’s something you’ve never been able to place. Something you’ve seen before- you’ve seen it at every movie night with Kori, during the last conversation you two had where you confessed, and even at Dick’s wedding, when your eyes met across the room.

“But, what if there was.” he says, and before you can say another word he takes your face in his hands, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

And you realize what you had seen in his eyes was love.

At first you don’t respond. Its like your body can’t comprehend what’s happening. Your brain is screaming at you to do something, but you don’t know exactly what it is yet that it wants you to do.

All you know is that you don’t want him to stop, so you force yourself out of your haze and kiss him back. You slide your arms around his neck, pulling him in as close as you possibly can.

You feel his hands make their way down to your thighs, playing with the hem of your dress. You smile into the kiss, slowly moving forward until the back of his legs hit your mattress.

You push him down onto your bed, he looks up at you with a glint in his eyes. He reaches out for you, and that’s all the approval you need.

You crawl onto the bed and straddle him.

‘Stop’ the voice at the back of your mind says.

You try to push past the nagging, you weren’t about to let your conscience ruin this for you.

Dick can sense your hesitation though and pulls away much to your dismay.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing, I…” You sigh and sit up, pulling him up into a sitting position with you.

He frowns at you, concern written all over his face.

“What’s wrong with me?” you continue, covering your face with your hands. “No one loves me so I-“

“There are plenty of people out there who love you.” He says, cutting you off.

You scoff.

“Yeah? Like who?” you ask.

“Like me.” He says.

You sigh.

“That’s just my point though, Dick. I finally find someone who I love, and who loves me and he’s married… you’re married.” You say, sadness creeping into your voice.

You feel your heart sinking deeper and deeper into your chest. All you ever wanted was to hear Dick say those words, but now that he had they felt tainted.

They felt wrong.

They didn’t belong to you.

They were hers.

You push yourself up off him, and just as you’re about to distance yourself further, you feel him grab your hand.

You look down, and he intertwines your fingers with his.

“If you really don’t want this, if you really want things to just go back to how they were, then I’ll go. We can pretend that this night never happened… but I need you to know, that I don’t want to do that.” He says, quietly.

The sadness is evident on his face, and all you want to do is kiss it away.

“Dick Grayson, you silly boy… you’re the most important person in my life. I’m never gonna let you go.” You say, a gentle smile on your face.

You sit back down on the bed next to him, and he turns to face you.

“How are we gonna do this?” you ask.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but I don’t care. As long as I’m with you everything is gonna be fine.” He says, pressing his forehead against yours.

You stay silent for a while before he finally speaks again.

“Y/n…” he whispers, and you finally force yourself to look him back in the eyes. “I choose you… its always been you.”

And just like that the version of you with a conscience, the version of you who knows this will only end in heartache, she’s gone.

Those words may belong to Kori, but that look in his eyes has always been yours.

Because it’s you, and its him, and that’s all that matters.

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