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snowbellewells · 5 months ago

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CSSNS24 fic" For All Life and For All Time" {the final chapter, fic complete!}

Yes, it has taken me longer than I hoped, but I have finally finished my three-part Dracula-themed Victorian CS AU for the @cssns!!! I'm really pleased with how it's come together, and I'm excited to share this last part with you. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. (And I hope the mostly happy ending will allow you to forgive the bit of pain we'll have to endure in getting there...

Summary: Having lost her dearest friend and with her own life on the line, Emma Swan joins a noble band to face an ancient evil. Three of them stand by her in honor of the one they loved and lost. The other might be the first man she could love. He might love her as well - even more than life itself. Time will tell... if they both survive the fight against their immortal enemy.

Also available from the start here on Tumblr or on AO3

(See just a couple more author's notes at chapter's end)

Part Three

by: @snowbellewells

Unable to help himself, a roar of outrage and horror tore from Killian’s chest, ringing across the wide, high-ceilinged space at the sight of the monster draining Emma’s life flow from her veins. Forgetting their plan, forgetting the compatriots around him, seeing only another woman he loved ravaged and dead and himself unable to save her, violent red rage coursed through his body as he charged forward.

Either the prick of the vampire’s fangs into her neck, the pain that immediately followed, or the wild howl of a man unmoored and the sound of oncoming feet, seemed to snap Emma into awareness. A startled cry escaped her lips, eyelids fluttering rapidly as she struggled to regain her bearings before they snapped open in shocked realization of her position in Dracula’s clutches and what was happening to her and around her. She recoiled with a visible shudder, and what strength she had saw her struggling once again to free herself.

Somewhere in the haze that nearly consumed him, Killian drew some morsel of comfort from the sight. Though her slim build and weakened state made her attempts akin to those of a songbird beating its wings against the firm, steel bars of a gilded cage against von Stiltskin’s implacable, inhuman strength, she didn’t stop for even a moment. Emma was still herself, not lost to them yet.

Killian mastered himself somewhat as he drew near to the vampire and his struggling victim. He must find his clarity, follow through on the plan they had laid out if they were to give Emma her best chance, and to survive themselves. Thankfully, his brothers-in-arms had only recently weathered the horrifying loss he feared, the image of Aurora’s pale and terrifying beauty as the vampiress the Count had made her, and the lengths to which they had gone to restore her humanity, if only in death, must still haunt them now, but it had served them well. The other three had fanned out over the space, insuring that whichever way the monster turned he must needs face one of them in an attempt to fly.

To see the feral gleam in the creature’s eye though, Killian did not believe retreat would be his action this time. As much as on her blood, Dracula was feeding on Emma’s wretched noises and her futile attempts to escape, writhing and bucking in his grasp to no avail. A malevolent glee seemed to seep from every pore under the dead, white skin, causing the vampire to glisten with it, an oozing sheen of evil that seemed almost a protective layer cloaking their foe.

It was now or never; Emma could not afford their hesitation, the element of surprise had been lost even before their arrival, and they were all in place now, as prepared as ever they could be. Raising his voice with a commanding authority he hardly felt, Killian drew from his cloak for the vampire to see, the dagger he had sought halfway across the continent, brandishing it as he would a shining shield. “Von Stiltskin,” he bellowed, staring down the nightmare who had stalked his dreams for years, “let her go!”

At first glimpse of the dagger in his adversary’s grip, the vampire fell back with a hiss, momentarily struck enough to ease his grip on Emma slightly and to remove his fangs from her neck as his displeasure was made known. The unsettling, glowing eyes were murderous, unhinged, but also showed fear in spite of the creature’s anger. Killian moved forward again that much more confident the weapon must indeed wield the powers purported. Why else would the Count hesitate to attack him now, as he drew within striking distance? Particularly with the speed he knew Dracula to possess. He had set himself as the bait for that very reason; to draw focus while the others attacked from all sides. It took almost more restraint than he possessed not to dart forward and pull Emma from the suddenly lax grip the vampire held upon her, to get between them and shield her with his own body from further harm. In truth, the way she slumped as the hold grew less nearly made his panic soar beyond his control, until she managed to catch his eye, raising her head just a moment, but the flicker in the snapping jade orbs told him she was ready the moment she had an opportunity, not quite as limp or defeated as she meant to appear.

The relief that flooded him was almost certainly premature, a distraction he could not afford, and yet it also suffused his being with new strength and will. Only a few steps more, and he would be close enough to land a damaging blow. From the corners of his vision, Killian could see that Jefferson, Graham, and Philip were all in position, each man poised and alert, ready to do just as they had planned. Wordlessly, Killian gave the signal, and even as he pushed forward, the dagger raised to drive through Dracula’s heart if he were to have the chance, the others moved in with him, matching him stride for stride.

If not for their stalwart presence, he might have lost himself, Killian realized, shaking the reddened haze of anger from his vision. But as they tightened their circle, his aim sharpened, and their monstrous foe’s attention was split between the oncoming assailants, just as they had hoped.

Even as Killian readied his arm, steeling himself to sink the dagger home, he saw the rapid movement to his left of Graham Morris driven forward by fighting instinct and chivalric nature past any further hesitation, despite their previous agreement that Killian must strike first with the fated blade. Graham’s slice went deep, and with a roar of pain the monster dropped its clawed grip on Emma completely. She fell to the floor in a heap, and that taloned grasp swiped outward, catching Morris in the gut and dragging across his torso viciously. Graham stumbled back with a gasp, clutching his middle where red already leaked through his fingers.

Killian could not falter; for just one moment, Dracula was stunned, injured - vulnerable - and so he drove the dagger into the monster’s chest, right where its heart would be, if that organ could still exist in one such as he, and followed through with all his might.

The vampire howled and snapped its terrible jaws, resembling even the guise of humanity less and less with every second. Mere breaths after the deathblow struck home, the vampire sunk to its knees. Yet, even with strength waning, lashed out and gripped Killian about the neck, too firmly to be shaken off and inexorably squeezing, closing off the air from his lungs. It was as though the fiend knew he had finally been bested, but would not sink into the fires below without taking his conqueror with him.

Killian Jones had long since readied himself for such an eventuality. In the long, solitary years he had spent tracking Dracula von Stiltskin’s whereabouts and seeking out any possible weaknesses which might bring about his defeat, he had accepted that his quest’s end would almost surely mean his own as well. And he had been at peace with that. There had been little but bitterness and pain for him in the world at any rate. But now, he found he could not let go just yet; he had reason to stay on this Earth, to live again, beyond Dracula’s downfall, thanks to the band of brothers who surrounded him, and especially the woman who was now rising from where she had fallen.

Scrabbling frantically at the hands which closed off his windpipe, desperate to see this battle finished once and for all, and that Emma was alright, he fought to free himself of the iron hold and the darkening edges encroaching on his sight.

Though it could not have been more than moments, time seemed to have stretched and lengthened oddly, so that Killian had almost forgotten Seward and Thornswood, until both made their own strikes at the monster almost simultaneously. Thornswood came from the right, hacking the creature’s arm with such force it was nearly detached at the shoulder, finally loosening the death grip on Killian and allowing him the air to stay conscious. Seward had attacked from behind, wisely intending to sever the vampire’s neck and remove the head, the only sure way to finish him off. The creature’s fall to its knees had thrown his aim off, however, and his blade was now sunk so deep in the fiend’s back that he struggled to pull it out to try again.

Pulling in great, gasping breaths, Killian searched for the dagger to remove the head himself. No matter how badly they had wounded Dracula, he would regenerate if they did not make certain he was ash. Yet all he could find was the intricate jeweled hilt. It would seem to have disintegrated within the beast upon finding its mark.

Before he could think what to do, Killian saw Emma rise, wavering unsteadily on her feet, but with the hair-raising war cry of a Valkyrie. She had pulled the knife he had sent with her from its sheath at her thigh and she struck the monster’s neck swiftly and certainly - as well as he could have done it himself - before falling to the floor again with a wail and turning her head into his chest.

Though Killian was honored and truly touched to have Emma turn to him for strength in that moment, he pulled back slightly, lifting her chin and urging her to turn so she could also see what was happening before his very eyes. He felt he knew and understood Emma Swan almost as well as he knew himself, and he was unwaveringly sure that - just as he did - she would need to witness what was unfolding, for her own future peace of mind.

And what a sight it was at that - one he had nearly despaired of ever witnessing. With a last bellow that seemed to shake the rafters and the floor beneath their feet, the immortal monster met his end. An otherworldly wind whirled around the vampire as it was buffeted and torn, with bits of him being stripped away piece by piece. Chinks of light began to show through his form to the the far wall, and then it was as though he began to crystallize and dissolve, blown away like sand on the wind.

The howl of the dying creature as it was pulled apart, combined with the pressure and whipping of the blinding wind nearly stole their breath. It was all Killian could do to stand his ground and cling to Emma with all his might to steady her as well. When the small whirlwind finally eased, seeming to vanish back from wherever it had come, all of their company stood still as stone for several long moments. They were silent; frozen in shock and hardly daring to believe that Dracula von Stiltskin was now the mere pile of ash at their feet; the dust barely settled, but the long reign of terror at last at its end.

A wheezing gasp, low and ragged, from off to their left was what finally broke them from their frozen state. “I-Is he f-finished?” the voice asked desperately.

Where Emma had been leaning on him heavily, her reserves of strength and adrenaline nearly drained away, she suddenly jerked forward, her eyes meeting his in alarm, seeming to ask, ‘How could we have forgotten?’

They hurried toward the pained voice, now clearly accompanied by labored breathing, once the tumult had died down. Philip Thornswood had beated them there, already dropping to his knees beside their fallen comrade with a tense exclamation of “Morris!” that made his dismay all too clear. He reached beneath the other man’s shoulders, elevating his head and torso slightly and looking with worried brow to Jefferson for direction.

The doctor had also knelt beside the brave adventurer, pulling back the remnants of ruined shirt and vest to examine Graham Morris’ wound. But his grim expression only told them what they had already feared. There was so much blood - beneath him, around him, still leaking from the open wound - gaping appallingly no matter how much they wished to see otherwise.

Graham’s large, expressive brown eyes had gone a bit glassy, but they still flicked from one to another of his friends earnestly. “Tell me, please… whatever it is. Is the monster gone?”

There was nothing to be done for him, not that could be accomplished in a dank, drafty castle with no surgical equipment and so much blood loss. Clearly even the cowboy already knew it, and so none forced Seward to put the bleak reality into words. Instead, he reached out and took Morris’ hand in his, clasping tightly as Thornswood did the same at his shoulder. “Dracula’s reign of terror is over. We did it, my Friend. Rest easy on that.”

A rattling breath escaped the Irishman’s lungs at those words, as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment in deeply felt relief. They almost wondered if he was already fading when they flickered open once more and he asked, “A-and Emma? Miss Swan? Is she…?”

With a pained cry, Emma stumbled to his other side and dropped next to him on the cold cement floor, anxious to ease his mind and offer him her thanks if that were all that she could do. Reaching out a trembling hand, she smoothed a sweaty curl from his clammy forehead, squeezing his fingers - heedless of how they were tacky with dried blood - tightly in her own and then pressing their joined hands to her chest with emotion.

“I’m here,” she murmured, “We all are.” She didn’t know what else to do, but she didn’t want this brave man who had fought against evil and helped to save her life to feel alone for even one second in this horrible passing.

Morris managed a faint press of Emma’s fingers in return, almost smiling tremulously as he added with a ragged gasp, “M-Miss Swan? It is g-good to see you, milady. Are you truly alright?”

Tears still rimmed Emma’s green eyes, glittering in the strange half-light like jewels on her lashes as she nodded fervently. “Yes, I am. Please do not fret on that anymore. I will be fine. Thanks in no small part to you, Mr. Morris.” Her voice trembled with emotion at feeling the strength in his hand that she clasped in her own lessening with each moment that passed. The roving hero’s journey was inescapably nearing its end, and though he had fought well and seen their battle won, he would not have the chance to savor the victory they had wrought, nor to enjoy the newfound peace he had helped to secure.

“Thank the Lord and all His saints for that,” he exhaled, the words barely more than a whisper of breath. When his eyes fell closed that time, his lashes did not flutter open again; the struggling rise and fall of his chest went still, and Graham Morris breathed his last.

Strong, formidable men all, his allies were, and still in that frigid, ruined throne room Emma’s tears were not the only ones shed over the body of the impetuous wanderer who had given his last to the cause. Somehow the hours had hurried on; the sun was rising once more over the eastern peaks, and they had to leave the forbidding outpost of their vanquished foe. Though it was hard to believe they would leave that castle to tread on the same earth after the waking nightmare they had just survived, there was little else to be done but to press onward as best they could.

Emma Swan raised her eyes, her gaze seeking the only imaginable solace to be found - the answering blue stare of Killian Joens, mourning too, but still resolute and offering the hope of comfort to which she could cling. She focused on him and drew from his strength as the new day’s sun bathed the tragic scene in yet more red and gold with its returning glow. For the moment she must beyond the loss to the future - one they would have with certainty, now that the vampire was no more.

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Two Years Later…

A cool, gentle breeze drifts in through the open window as Killian Jones, once the driven and coolly implacable vampire hunter Van Helsing, stands looking out over the fields and grounds of the country estate he now shares with the two lights of his life: Emma, his beautiful bride of more than a year, the savior of his heart and soul, and their new son, who gurgles happily in his arms. Looking down at the baby’s playful noisemaking, Killian grins, utterly enchanted by the gummy smile the little lad gives him, kicking his chubby feet energetically and latching onto his papa’s finger with an impressively tight grip of his small fist. For a babe just days old, Killian feels he must be especially brilliant to already show such personality and expression, though he knows he is more than biased and does not care one bit.

Emma is still recovering from the delivery in their suite just down the hall, so he happily took the wee one for a bit of a walk about the place after his last feeding, and now finds himself standing in the nursery enjoying both the peaceful meadows outside the window view and the tiny miracle in his arms, still rather stunned that he ever managed to find such contentment after so much struggle and pain.

Just then he hears lightly shuffling footsteps behind him, mere moments before his wife’s slender arms wrap around him from behind. He smiles warmly, feeling the same satisfaction she seems to as she burrows her face between his shoulderblades and hums delightedly while breathing him in.

Making sure their son is cradled securely against his body and within the crook of his arm, Killian brings his other hand down to cover Emma’s own and squeeze gently, gladly returning the affectionate touch, even as he chides lightly, “You, my darling, are meant to be resting, not up and roaming about the manor.”

Her soft laughter seems to brighten the very air with its light notes of joy, carefree and open as both of them are only now learning to allow their emotions to be - on the surface and able to be shared. Laying her cool, soft hand to rest over his heart, even as she returns the loving press of his fingers around her own, she cannot help the playfully tart response that escapes her lips. “You know better than to coddle me like some china doll, Mr. Jones.”

He can practically see the challenging quirk to her brow, the way she tilts her head in expectation when when she baits him, just waiting for his reply, and the knowing curve upwards at one corner of her mouth, even though he cannot actually look her in the face with her cuddled against his back.

Taking the hand he holds and using it to pull her in a wide circle, Killian brings his wife around to face him and gather her close again. His arms are wrapped around his whole world in their small family, and their little one is cradled between them as he gazes down into Emma’s eyes. “Forgive me, Mrs. Jones, but I believe it is my duty and right to care for the well-being of my lady wife.”

Shaking her head at his overly formal repartee, she huffs out an affectionate breath of exasperated acquiescence.

Their back and forth is interrupted when their son begins to fuss, nosing doggedly at the front of Emma’s gown and letting her know without question that he is again ready for his meal. “He’s your child, that much is certain,” Emma adds tartly, a sardonic tone to her voice as she eyes her husband. “Insatiable.”

But even as she takes the child more fully into her own arms, moves aside her robe, and brings him closer to her breast, she lets one hand trail along Killian’s flank and playfully squeeze his rear in a moment’s tease, before moving away to carry their little boy to the rocking chair by the bassinet and settling in to feed him properly.

Killian’s body cannot help but jerk slightly in surprised response to her amorous caress, several parts of his anatomy coming to life. It is true that he always wants her, but he is not about to risk Emma’s health or comfort before her body is fully healed and restored from the birth of their son. “It would seem your roving hands prove I’m not the only insatiable one,” he murmurs lowly, a feral grin lighting his features as he follows her across the room and bends to take her lips with his own. The kiss is deep and leaves them both breathless. If all he can have at the moment, he will certainly make his kisses count.

She hums in agreement; relaxed, at ease, and happy as the little one settles again and she brushes tender fingers over the soft tufts of dark hair atop the boy’s hair. Quincey Morris Jones blinks eyes as blue as his father’s up at them sleepily once he has begun to get his fill. They had decided almost immediately to pass the surname of the lost member of their band of brothers on to their first child; it seemed the only tribute fitting enough to truly honor his sacrifice, and a worthy namesake to give their boy who would surely grow up to be as honorable and true as the man of whom they would tell him proudly.

As Killian takes the newborn, who is once more dozing, from his mother’s arms and lowers him carefully into his crib, he looks back at his wife. Her eyes practically glow with love for him, and a small, secret smile plays upon her perfect mouth. Beckoning Killian to her, Emma accepts his hand to rise, and lets him guide her back to their bedroom, where he curls around her protectively, staying dutifully at her side to insure her rest. Watching over her as she drifts back to sleep, and he hovers on the brink of it himself, Killian thinks of the day when he will tell young Quincey tales that prove just how marvelous a woman his mother is. So beautiful, daring, and brilliant that men would dare to risk all for her sake.

THE END~

Author's Note: I truly cannot believe that I've completed this story - and my work for the last @cssns but I won't be too sad as I still have ones from past years to finish, and I can always come back to read the many other amazing entries to the event's collection. @cssns was such a wonderful thing to be part of, and I will always be grateful to have been a small part of it!

As to this story's last chapter, I hope you will fondly remember a similar final line to the novel by Bram Stoker. When it struck me that I could use a similar closely line for this story, I was so excited!!! (Still, I thought I should give credit where credit was due, even if I have put it in my own words and context.)

And secondly, please PLEASE forgive me for Graham Morris! You truly can't be hurting much more than I hurt myself in trying to write it. (That's part of what has taken so long to complete this final chapter.) I knew when I made him the likeness of the American cowboy Quincey Morris (my adored fave character in the original novel) that this part of the story would come, I still wasn't prepared for how hard it was to actually follow through and do it.

I hope you've enjoyed this one - I've really loved working in this universe!!

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#cssns24 #cs au three shot #cs Dracula au ff #for all life and for all time #part three #complete fic!

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wooyoungisbaby · 1 year ago

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Mark your first choice in each category, with bold or a funky colour and reblog/repost :) Note: || marks a new bracket Tag some people too if you'd like!

Albums

Main series || Treasure · Zero: Fever · The World · Golden Hour

Treasure series || All to Zero · Zero to One · One to All · All to Action · Action to Answer

Fever series || Part 1 · Part 2 · Part 3 · Epilogue

The World series || Movement · Outlaw · Fin: Will

Golden Hour series || Part 1 · Part 2

Japanese releases || Shift the Map · Map to Answer · Into the A to Z · Beyond: Zero || Dreamers · Limitless · Paradigm || Birthday · Not Okay

Other releases || Season Songs · Let's get Together || Kingdom: Who is the King · Don't Stop · Spinoff: From The Witness || Royal · Hush Hush

Songs

Vibes

Bright || Eternal Sunshine · Wave || Illusion · Aurora || If Without You · Time of Love || Dreamers · Dreamy Day || Celebrate · Light || Stay · Blue Summer

Simply epic || HalaHala · Say My Name || Answer · Wonderland || Treasure · Fireworks

Resistance™ || Guerilla · Halazia || Cyberpunk · Wake Up || Outlaw · New World · This World

B) fun times || Crazy Form · The Real · Thanxx || Bouncy · Work

Swag tbch || Matz · Pirate King · IOMT || The Leaders · Win · Rocky || To The Beat · Emergency || Django · Arriba || Blind · Shaboom

Yearning || Be With You · Utopia · Take Me Home || Mist · Turbulence || Dazzling Light · Silver Light || Empty Box · Not Too Late

Frenzied || Inception · HalaHala || Desire · Precious || Man On Fire · Horizon || Siren · Not Okay

Hopeful, optimistic || Sunrise · My Way || Better · Still Here || Not Too Late · One Day at a Time · Enough || Good Lil Boy · Let's Get Together · Limitless

Genres (idk shit about genres, i got help from here)

Moombathon || Wave · Dreamers || Let's Get Together · Promise · Stay

Ballad || Be With You · Everything || Not Too Late · Star 1117

Synth || Cyberpunk · Take Me Home || Silver Light · Selfish Waltz || This World · Diamond

Rock || Guerilla · Rocky || Wake Up · Dancing Like Butterfly Wings

Various types of hip-hop || Illusion · My Way · Thanxx || Outlaw · Emergency || Django · The Leaders

Double title tracks on the same albums

Pirate King · Treasure || Illusion · Wave || Thanxx · Inception || Eternal Sunshine · Deja Vu || Turbulence · The Real

Units and solos

Unit songs || Matz · IT's You || Everything · Youth

Mingi || Untitled · Tunnel

Jongho || Wind · Gravity || A Day · A Fairytale of Youth || Here I Am Again · Tell Me That You Love Me

Seonghwa || At My Worst · Angel Baby

Yeosang || Hug Me · Don't You Forget About Me || To My Puberty · Crush · Only Then

Hongjoong || Space Oddity · Starman || Black or White · Purple Rain · Billie Jean || Numb · Lemon Tree || So Long Time · Draw & Draw || Cupid · Wonderwall || Why Do You Love · A Walker

Yunho || それがあなたの幸せとしても · Be Alright

San || Breathe · The Fool || Moondance · Counting Stars

Other || Etham 12:45 (WY) · Dear Name (CS+JH)

Choreography

Bouncy · Say My Name || Thanxx · Fireworks || The Real · Crazy Form || Wave · Eternal Sunshine || Aurora · Illusion || Inception · Deja Vu || Answer · Wonderland || Halazia · Guerilla || Treasure · Pirate King || Be My Lover · Black Cat Nero || Rocky · Limitless || Not Okay · Paradigm || IT's You · Youth || HalaHala · Cyberpunk || Silver Light · Utopia || Django · Arriba · Outlaw || Good Lil Boy · Dancing Like Butterfly Wings || Horizon · Sector 1 · Desire || Work · Ice on my Teeth

MVs

Pirate King · Treasure || Illusion · Eternal Sunshine || Deja Vu · Inception || Answer · Say My Name || Bouncy · Work || IT's You · Youth || The Real · Ice on my Teeth || Crazy Form · Thanxx || Guerilla · Halazia || Wonderland · Fireworks || Wave · Turbulence || Hala Hala · Don't Stop || Aurora · Promise || Rocky · Limitless || Paradigm · Not Okay || Dreamers · Utopia || Black Cat Nero · Be My Lover

Eras

Put the members' names by your favourite eras for them :) Pirate King [] · Say My Name [] · Wave [] · Wonderland [] · Answer [] · Inception [] · Fireworks [] · Deja Vu [] · The Real [] · Turbulence [] · Guerilla [] · Halazia [] · Bouncy [] · Crazy Form [] · Work [] · Ice on my Teeth []

Who owned each era? Pirate King [] · Say My Name [] · Wave [] · Wonderland [] · Answer [] · Inception [] · Fireworks [] · Deja Vu [] · The Real [] · Turbulence [] · Guerilla [] · Halazia [] · Bouncy [] · Crazy Form [] · Work [] · Ice on my Teeth []

The Lads

Bias || Seonghwa · Hongjoong · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Mingi · Wooyoung · Jongho

Dancer || Seonghwa · Hongjoong · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Mingi · Wooyoung · Jongho

Vocalist || Seonghwa · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Wooyoung · Jongho · (Hongjoong · Mingi)

Stage presence/performance || Seonghwa · Hongjoong · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Mingi · Wooyoung · Jongho

Rapper || Mingi · Hongjoong · (Seonghwa · Yeosang · Yunho)

Main ships/duos || Matz · Yungi · Jongsang · Woosan

Other popular dynamics || Woojoong · Woohwa || Seongsang · Sanhwa || Sansang · Woosang · Woosansang

Styling

hair unless otherwise specified

Hongjoong Mullet · Oreo || Blue · Orange || White · Red || Soft pink · Fireworks || Grey w/ bangs and eyebrow fun · Rainbow || Cheetah · White bowl cut

Seonghwa Pink · Blond || Sidecut w/ shaved design · Long || Red · Grey || Kingderland coat · Deja Vu zipper outfit || Vampire corset · Elle dress

Wooyoung Oreo · Red || Blue tinted · Blond || Pale purple · Dark blond || Hair band · Fur jacket

Jongho Red/Black · Dirty blond · Purple

Mingi Orange · Red || Hot pink · White || Grey · Oreo

San Black with turquoise · Black with red || Oreo · Pink || Red · Blue

Yeosang Mullet · Green highlighter || Pale pink · Hot pink || Blond · Oreo

Yunho Turquoise · Soft pink || Blond ombre · Red/Black || White · Silver

ty @hongjoongsgoat @leethinktherefore @sxcret-garden @babymbbatinygirl and @sillyspero for your inputs :))

#ateez #atz #atiny #ateez meme #hongjoong #yeosang #seonghwa #choi san #wooyoung #jongho #mingi #yunho #atinyblr #m

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bookshelvesandtealeaves · 9 months ago

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🏳️‍🌈 FLATLAY FRIDAY 🏳️‍🌈

It’s LGBT History Month this month and I wanted to celebrate some queer books by Australian authors! (I’m sure I’ve forgot some, I always do, apologies).

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Books pictured:

Column 1:

- The Perfect Guy Doesn’t Exist by Sophie Gonzales

- From LA to London, With Love by Elizabeth Luly

- Anything But Fine by Tobias Madden

- Henry Hamlet’s Heart by Rhiannon Wilde

- Wrong Answers Only by Tobias Madden

Column 2:

- Not Just Gal Pals by Elizabeth Luly

- Upside Down by NR Walker

- Where You Left Us by Rhiannon Wilde

- House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

- Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales

- The Boy From the Mish by Gary Lonesborough

Column 3

- I’m Not Really Here by Gary Lonesborough

- An Unexpected Party anthology edited by Seth Malacari

- Can I Steal You For a Second? by Jodi McAlister

- Notorious Sorcerer by Davinia Evans

- We Could Be Something by Will Kostakis

- The Spider and Her Demons by sydney khoo

Column 4:

- The Killing Code by Ellie Marney

- Dancing Barefoot by Alice Boyle

- Falls From Grace by Ruby Landers

- Nevernight by Jay Kristoff

- Dark Rise by CS Pacat

Column 5:

- Honeybee by Craig Silvey

- Aurora’s End by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman

- Devotion by Hannah Kent

- Nightbirds by Kate J Armstrong

- The Isles of the Gods by Amie Kaufman

Column 6:

- Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde

- From Darkness by Kate Hazel Hall

- The Monster of Her Age by Danielle Binks

- Love and Other Scores by Abra Pressler

- Lakesedge by Lyndall Clipstone

Column 7:

- Skysong by CA Wright

- Take A Bow, Noah Mitchell by Tobias Madden

#book flatlay #flatlay friday #queer books #queer fantasy #queer romance #sapphic books #mm romance #ff romance #books #bookedit #pretty books #book aesthetic #lgbtqia+#mine*

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capricioussun · 1 month ago

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Woke up thinking abt an old au id thought up years ago and then never did anything with so why not make a post for it <3

So, undertale happens, monsters surface, humans are...a bit uncertain, but after a fair amount of discussions and agreements, humans don't make any demands that are too egregious and monsters are allowed to stay and build a settlement on the surface.

Except, throughout the process, it comes to light just why the humans are so hesitant: they never banished monsters underground.

The war had still happened, but monsters hadn't been just one united people, they'd spanned several different territories, though came together to fight against the humans. As the war waged, they broke apart, some retreating, some disappearing entirely, and humans still won, but as fragmented and slow going as things were, there was no real way to do something like what had been recorded by the recently surfaced monsters' history, and their own went into hiding.

Over the many, many years since, they'd somewhat fallen into obscurity, but are still recognized as very, very real. They've...evolved, to better hide and defend themselves, and it is well known to humans entering any area monsters are known to populate will likely lead to death.

So, basically, due to Reasons, the ut monsters somehow wind up surfacing in an alternate universe where monsters have kinda become like. Cryptids, more or less. I had a handful of designs but never fleshed them out much, but I do remember the skeleton bros were based a little on those yokai? They live in a mountain forest area and are very big with plant life growing all over them. Undyne is really scary and lives at the bottom of a notoriously deadly lake not too far from their forest. I don't really remember anything else, but I did play around with ideas of other AUs surfacing and also being like Whoa What Da Hell... lol

#cs auroras #I wanna say the cryptid crew were kinda originally uf based but like. also not #so they're just separate. yes and no. yk?#idk #undertale au #sunny with clouds

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cssns · 1 year ago

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We Are Back!!! Everyone Please Help Me Welcome @snowbellewells Back to the CSSNS!!!

Your Tumblr and any other applicable names

snowbellewells

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

Around 11 years

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

About as soon as Season 3 got going

What drew you to this event?

Well, I was psyched to be part of something with so many other friends and fic writers I was just getting to know back when the first CSSNS happened, and I was also excited for the possibility of more werewolf CS stories!

What inspired your topic?

I have always loved the original Dracula novel (movie versions, not so much 🫣) and I am actually dumbfounded I never thought of trying it before. Thanks to @kmomof4 for planting the idea in my head, because I didn’t actually know what I was going to do this year before that moment!

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

Emma craned her neck to peer out the small window of the carriage into the black darkness encroaching on all sides as the conveyance careened around sharp curves and stark cliff faces in a way that made her stomach pitch and put her heart in her throat. More than once, her mouth opened to call to the driver, to beg him to slow down, but each time a sudden jolt or swerve had her clenching her teeth and swallowing the words back as she gripped the seat. Pitching wildly from one side of the bench to the other, Emma nearly toppled to the floor repeatedly as they sped on.

The torches at the side of the carriage doors flickered wildly behind their glass sconces, but barely even made pinpricks in the heavily encroaching night all around them; deep blackness which had seemingly swallowed them ever since they left the small gypsy outpost where they had supped just an hour past. Realizing belatedly that she was only becoming more overwrought and anxious the longer they hurtled forward, she tried to lean her head back against the seat and close her eyes rather than staring blindly into nothing, resolutely forcing deep, calming breaths as she did.

Scant moments passed in such a manner before Emma felt her racing heartbeat slow, at least a bit. It was then that a different sort of thrill ran along her spine - different from the chill which had settled over her skin with the horrifying loss of Aurora’s sweet, innocent life and the eerie foreboding which had accompanied her since setting out on this final leg of her path toward the perpetrator of her younger friend’s downfall. This determined trek higher and higher into the isolated Carpathian range seemed weighed more heavily on her spirit with every mile they gained. But they were close now. She could feel it.

Still, regardless of the tightening pit in her stomach and the anxious flutter of her pulse, Emma would not fail to accomplish her part in Killian’s plan. None of them would. They had taken solemn vows. Each one of their number had a role to play. And she was the bait…

For our artists: What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc?

I do Canva picsets.

For our betas: Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time?

I have beta read for CSSNS the last couple summers, and I also occasionally beta for individuals when asked. I really enjoy being part of a story as it is being formed, and getting to talk with another author along the way about ideas, their process, etc.

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

As always, I can’t wait to read the other stories and get to interact with all of those who are still keeping the CS love going strong!!

Welcome back, Marta!!! Your writing is always so descriptive and I have CHILLS reading the snippet above!!! I can't wait for it to drop on Aug 18, as well as your shifter OS on July 19!!

#cssns24 #get to know me #snowbellewells

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googlyeyesonmagiccards · 7 months ago

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So glad to see some Flesh and Blood love outside of my local circle! How long have you been playing?? Who do you play???

I've been playing with Blitz decks for over a year now, Classic Constructed for about 8 months. I've been switching between Prism and Dash at my local Armory events, and I'm looking to put together Enigma or maybe an Aurora because who can afford C&Cs in this economy?!

#ringo-road-again #fabtcg #flesh and blood #fab

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avdaciter · 2 months ago

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( adria arjona . genderfae . she/they ) — blasting DtMF by bad bunny down main street we’ve spotted AURORA 'RORY' OTERO sporting self-made citric & wooden signature perfume, her favorite nirvana shirt under a leather jacket & her rebel caramel waves. the thirty-six (431) year old GORGON who’s been in town for seven years often can be seen throwing darts at the old haunt with her squad members, working out to let go of her stress, mixing scents to come up with perfumes for her loves ones, teaching self-defense classes at the community center & laughing out loud during trivia nights, or working as a LIEUTENANT at STATION 13 & OWNER of SPELL & BOURBON. people say they display protective and hot-headed traits, but we rather trust their vibes: the overachiever older sister with a hero complex, carrying the world on her shoulders and eventually crumbling only to pick herself back up again, fighting for the weaker and innocent, abusing madam duala’s herbs to try and erase a past she can’t forget, doing anything and everything she can to keep her loved ones safe. also, we’ve heard they love CHERRY-FLAVORED CANDY & PLAYING FPS GAMES ! aren’t they fascinating ?

— possible connections: squad members / people from station 13, people she met either before or after her years of captivity (from the 80's forth), dance partners, former lovers, friends, close friends, self-defense students, favorite barista, her go-to person at madam duala's, neighbors, gym buddies.

✦ the basics ›

full name ⋆ aurora (first name) otero (last name) lascaris (previous last name)nickname ⋆ rory (by everyone) age ⋆ 431 ∖ physical age ⋆ thirty-six date of birth ⋆ october 27th, 1594 ( scorpio sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising ) place of birth ⋆ puerto rico has lived in portum since ⋆ february 2023 gender ⋆ genderfae ∖ pronouns ⋆ she / they orientation ⋆ demisexual ; demiromantic species ⋆ gorgon piercings ⋆ two on both ears tattoos ⋆ some abstract lines on her wrists covering her scars hobbies ⋆ cooking, playing FPS games (CS is her favorite) & dancing pets ⋆ a white (superarctic leucistic) hognose snake called Luna & a long-haired baby daschund called Dina inspirations ⋆ tbd

↺ the background ›

disclaimer — triggers for death, kidnapping, mentions of captivity, mentions of war

Aurora was born in a land almost as new as her birth, where conquerors came and went and took everything they could–including her biological mother’s life. Dead, by the hands of a cruel man who took the months-old baby to Spain with him and presented it to his wife, as the two could not have children of their own. For the next few years, she lived there, mostly sheltered from the world and society in general, raised with love and tenderness by a woman she learned to call mother. However, as the gorgon grew older and was slowly introduced to the Spanish society, her powers began showing more often, thus causing people to grow wary of her, especially her mother. The lack of guidance made young Aurora become less and less in control of them and, out of fear or out of love, her parent's most trusted maid blindfolded the child and fled in the middle of the night with her. For the second time in her life, she was taken.

For better or worse, the maid had been brought up hearing old tales of women descending from the great serpent Goddess Coatlicue. Women that could speak to serpents and turn living beings into stone. So, she hid eight-year-old Aurora and embarked on a ship towards a small land in the new world, where it was told her that a creature as powerful as Aurora lived. A place where the young gorgon was taught more lessons of love, happiness and that her powers were a blessing, not a curse. A place where she became an Otero. Not by birth, but by the love of a sweet and caring mother. And that was all she could ask for.

In her youth, and once she became more confident in her powers, the young gorgon asked for permission to travel. Memories of her old family in Spain sometimes still came back to mind, but more than that, she wanted to see the world herself. At the early age of sixtee, she thought she was old enough to travel, that she could take care of herself, Aurora told her mother. Human diseases didn’t get to her, men were too weak to touch her without her consent and with that in mind, she was back in a ship towards the old world, to see places and people she wasn't allowed to in her childhood. By the time she arrived in Spain and was able to track her old family down, they had already died. Julián Lascaro had died in one of his trips and Ynes Lascaro had succumbed to her own mind and sent to a monastery.

When visiting England was where she met the Carrasco family. They took her under her wing for some reason, and for a few years, Aurora remained by their side, learning how to act like a proper lady her age (and hating every minute of it). One reaper and one demon later, she didn’t feel like a stranger supernatural in a human's world anymore. But then, when a couple’s quarrel broke, Aurora sided with the one person she trusted the most aside from her mother and left England to travel with a friend for a few more years.

Eventually, her heart ached for home and Aurora realized it was time to return to the warmth of her mother. When she met the Otero woman again, Rory had aged. She had allowed herself to look older in order not to call attention on herself and her supernatural nature, and now, she had plenty of stories to tell her mother for the next century or so. Stories that tucked her sisters in at night in the upcoming years, with vivid details and lots of care in them. Aurora also realized that there was little that she couldn’t remember if she focused, something people would eventually call as eidetic or photographic memory, and for the years that followed, once tragedy hit her family, she wished she hadn’t been granted such a gift.

She wished she could forget about the time the cruel men came again and destroyed her little village, they pried her and her sisters from their mother’s loving arms and for a long, long time, their powers were used to win battles that weren’t theirs. Under their control weeks became months, months became years and years became centuries. If she were counting, she would know there had been two. Two centuries.

When the Otero siblings managed to escape, they bore more than psychological and emotional scars. Some of them had been permanently damaged and had suffered in their own way, all because of the greed of men.

It took her more years to build herself back up. Rory pushed others away and she bottled all the pain inside. She did what she had to do to survive, and surviving meant keeping things where others couldn’t see or touch. She had kept Juni the closest, since Perri didn’t seem to want to be around, but like the stubborn gorgon that she was, Rory still tried. She pushed buttons, she pulled strings and she remained by her sisters’ sides. Through thick and thin. She couldn’t fix what had happened to her sisters, but she could try and fix her family.

Her coming to Portum had a lot to do with her sisters and little to do with herself. She needed them, and she also needed her best friend around, so, the gorgon packed her bags and found herself a nice apartment downtown. Her dire need to help others pushed her towards start working as a firefighter, eventually becoming a lieutenant, and, in order to sink her roots deeper into Portum, she bought Spell and Bourbon from the previous owner, that being her definite attachment to the supernatural haven.

#intro | aurora otero #portum:intro

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declan-jackson · 2 months ago

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Full Name: Declan Andrew Jackson

Nicknames: Dec, DJ, Deej

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male

Age and Birthday: 35 years old, May 17th

Birth place: Macon, Georgia

Sexuality: Panromantic Pansexual

Status: Single

Occupation: Mason

Education: High School Diploma / unfinished Associates Degree

Residence: Fisher’s Cove

Time in Aurora Bay: 4 years

Family: Kodiak Jackson (younger brother), younger sister, Kenzie Jackson (14 year old daughter)

Face claim: Elliot Knight

tw hospital mention, tbh i think that's about it so yell at me if i missed anything

HISTORY —

Declan was the kid that made their parents reconsider having kids. Not the sort that was full of unbridled anger or malicious disobedience — no, he was inherently good in that he would listen to what they asked. He just often grew distracted, and even more so rarely considered consequences to silly decisions.

He started first grade a year late, taking kindergarten twice. The teacher recommended it based on his inability to learn penmanship, basic math, and staying focused. It ultimately did very little to fix his attention-span issues, or his jabber mouth that interrupted lessons on the daily.

‘Our kid talks too much and disrupts the class’ really isn’t that big of a problem in the grand scheme of things, but it didn’t mean they weren’t in and out of that front office when Declan didn’t react well to time-out for it. His crocodile tears were the real issue.

He also would say ‘hi’ to every person he could. Declan was a ‘little flirt’ (his mother’s words) from the get-go. Innocently speaking, of course, he simply would be insistent on grabbing anyone’s attention and trying to get them to laugh. Worse when he was a teen, he’d roll in around sunrise some days. He wasn’t up to no good, either, but would chat with whoever at the corner store if they were willing to listen.

The adult’s table rule during holidays didn’t apply to Declan, and it was about the only time he would abandon his siblings in favor of sitting there. Other than that, Declan was very attached to them, especially Kodi.

There wasn’t a summer day where he wasn’t trying to drag his brother out to the sticks (or the Macon equivalent). There also was never a summer that went by without a handful of E.R. visits for stitches or broken bones, Kodi playing a part in the reckless rough house play.

( He couldn’t be fully to blame being Declan would make the poor decision to try and swing from branches that definitely couldn’t hold his weight or jump down into the river in areas too shallow, but Kodi wasn’t wholly innocent in other cases. )

High school was just about the same as kindergarten, except where Dec struggled with the alphabet and writing his name, it turned into his inability to solve for x or to figure out A.P.A. and M.L.A. formatting. The only reason he passed with Cs was because it was the requirement to try-out for the sports teams.

Dec coasted through the fall in track and field, but his heart was in baseball when the spring rolled around. He was the co-captain of the team, first string, and their best outfielder.

He was also a bit of a heart breaker in high school. Attention was just as easy to come by, and Declan never really had one single high school sweetheart. He wasn’t the sort to cheat, nor did he sleep around, but he never stayed single for long.

Went for a liberal arts associates degree in college just to keep up with the other graduates in his class, but in the words of his parents - it was a useless waste of time. …

Probably because he never finished and used it as an excuse to go traipsing about with no real purpose, following where ‘the work led him’. ( What work? Still a mystery.) His arguments? It would be too hard to continue, some of his credits would need to be redone, who has that kinda money? Etc. Etc.

Around 20 years old, became a father to his daughter Kenzie. Mother was simply a friends with benefits, and she decided to go through with the pregnancy. Declan didn’t have much of a care either way, and they moved into a one bedroom to try and give co-parenting a shot.

Their conflicting personalities made a relationship impossible, so that lasted maybe five months, and they opted to stay just friends while taking their turns with raising Kenzie. They would jointly spend time together for her when it came to life events (birthdays, graduations) or holidays.

He was a bit of a job hopper in his twenties. Not so much it raised a red flag, but Dec just couldn’t settle. He had a tendency to war against his practical senses and chase an idealistic goal. Whenever school was brought up (sometimes with his parents using Kodi as an example), Dec would blow them off.

Declan eventually landed an apprenticeship as a mason. It made enough to live in a low cost state.

What prompted him to jump to California was the obvious pay difference, and he knew cost of living would be more out there, but the salaries associated with his career drove him make the move.

It came at a cost - he sees Kenzie only on holidays and over the summer unless he makes the trip back out to Georgia. He does when he can, but it’s not always a promise.

Dec definitely coasted at Kodiak’s place when he first landed in California, but he ultimately set up to rent a small house on the water in Fisher’s Cove.

TRAITS.

+ patient, grounded

+/- sociable, homebody

- guarded, fickle

HEADCANONS.

He spent a lot of his childhood in and out of hospitals. He wasn’t sick, he just had no sense of self-preservation.

Is the father to a daughter who stays with her mother in Georgia, and he settled on partial custody.

Loves gas station taquitos, pickles and Lunchables far too much.

Also might have a scratch off addiction. ‘Can’t win if you don’t play’ is what he says. (he’s never won)

CONNECTIONS.

I am open to any and all connections. Just as per usual, I don’t settle into end games with heavy plotting and plenty of on dash interaction first. I got to see the vibe. Mid game scenarios and past romantic connections? So down for, especially anything strained. Friends, neighbors, coworkers (in construction), etc. He’s a lowkey guy so where you won’t catch him at the bar, you will find him pestering the cashier at the convenience store and hanging out outside of it. Or grabbing a six pack so he can chill out on his porch after work.

♡ @kodiakjackson - younger brother, one of his closest friends, closest confidant, definitely the reason california ever ended up on declan's radar. there are some things kodi has done that dec definitely doesn't agree with, but he will always stick by him. he also low key misses their childhood.

♡ xxx

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#ab.aesthetic

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