#forgot to tag the previous one oops

[teunip]

Also! Hah do you by any chance do commissions? <3 I couldn't find the info on your page, so I figured I'd ask :>

Yeah sorry I don't have any info about them anywhere 🙈 They are not officially open, but I'm willing to discuss them on a case by case basis :) Thank you for your interest anyway! 💗

[gandlebob]

THIS. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME

hehehehah

[makiwife]

Girls day jealousy CL16

Driver’s Soft Launch Series

Charles Leclerc x RedBull Driver! Verstappen! Reader

A/n: sooo i've been gone for like more than a year... oops I DIDNT MEAN IT I'M SORRY. I got caught with college and then I just never picked up where I left off until now. Got inspired to clean out my drafts, so here's one that's DUSTYY. also, idk what to do with this series now... lmk if you want it to keep going or if you have any ideas. All pics are from Pinterest and Instagram.

Warnings: lil sexual themes?? bad french translation, i took it in hs but literally forgot everything

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redbullracing

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redbullracing Welcome back to Suzuka, Verstappen siblings 🇯🇵

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helenlogan22: THE VERSTAPPEN SIBLINGS ARE BACK TOGETHER

carlomarsh: let’s get another 1-2 finish by the boys🙏

f1loverr: the last two pics are SO FIRE 🔥

Y/nverstappen: glad to be back!!

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Ferrariforever43: y/n mid🤣 girls don’t belong in sports, let alone f1.

↳ chloerocks: tell me you’re a 12 y/o boy without telling me you’re a 12 y/o boy🙄🙄

↳ f1: not very nice for someone who won 4 GP’s + many podium finishes

Luvy/nver: NOT F1 SHOWING THAT LIL BOY UP🤣🤣

maxverstappen1: 🇯🇵🇯🇵

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Y/nverstappen girl’s day before quali

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alexalbon: the girl in the white dress is so cute😍

↳ Y/nverstappen: lol sorry she’s taken by moi.

↳ charles_leclerc: excuse me?

↳Lilymhe: @alexalbon my wife is a f1 driver🤩

↳ alexalbon: HELLO?!? I AM TOO??

girlyf1girl: LMAOO THEIR COMMENTS ARE SO FUNNY

daddyleclercc: PRETTIEST TRIO EVERR

alexandrasaintmleux: Wowwww😍😍😍

↳ Y/nverstappen: me when I see you:

Lilymhe: my gf’s look so yummy🤤🤤

↳ charles_leclerc: Y/n is most definitely NOT your girlfriend.

Verstappenmaxny/n: JEALOUS CHARLES?!?? HELLOO

norrisxmax: WHY IS CHARLES ACTING LIKE A JEALOUS EX 😭😭

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Oui, c’est MA belle petite amie:)) very lucky to be in such a loving and fulfilling relationship with such a strong and talented woman. @Y/nverstappen I love you ❤️

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Y/nverstappen: AWW I KNOW I WAS MAD AT YOU BUT THIS IS SO SWEET BABY:((( I LOVE YOU MORE!!!!

pierregasly: he posted this because he was jealous btw😭😭

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Y/nverstappen

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Y/nverstappen To the man that stuck with me since the beginning, merci de m’avoir donné le soutien dont j’avais besoin quand personne d’autre ne comprenait. Tu m’aimes fort et fort. Je serai toujours reconnaissant de l’affection chaleureuse que tu ne manques jamais de donner. Je t’aime 🥰❤️💋

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landonorris: oh goodie they hard launched their relationship.. 😐😐

↳ Y/nverstappen: bro what? are you jealous?🤨

alexandrasaintmleux: the cutest couple everr

↳ Y/nverstappen: 🥰🥰🥰

maxverstappen1: @charles_leclerc if you hurt her, I'll literally kill you. Like fully run you off the track.

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A/n like I said up there, I don't know what i want to do with this series anymore, I mean they hard launched so everyone knows nowww. please send ideas or lmk if you want this series to keep going. Anyway i hope you enjoyeddd!!!

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[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter One

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

We begin chapter one with a blueberry jasmine tea!

I will say that tomorrow I probably wont be posting a chapter. My mom and sister are visiting my partner and I for the holidays tonight and staying until Sunday afternoon, so I likely won't be able to read until Sunday.

Anyways, send good luck my way because we are likely going to play a vicious game of monopoly.

Let's go chapter 1!!

okay, my assumptions going in was that this was a very serious series about tough trials and hardships but here we are starting this chapter with XIe Lian taking "first place on the chart of Heavenly Officials Most Hoped to be Banished Down to the Mortal Realm". This is kind of camp. is this the series energy??? p23

omg they literally made the chart for him p24

RIP that bell. had a good run. pp24-25

I can't lol. this poor guy. If things are there that shouldn't be- Xie Lian's fault. If there are things missing that should be there- also Xie LIan's fault. How does a single guy cause so much damage? p25

Okay this is an open question to anyone. I am confused about this merit system. I totally understand that gods get merits based on worships/offerings/beliefs/temples whatever. What I do not understand is how a god gets points from a martial god kicking his ass? p26

This is so real. Bro forgot the password p27

not them placing bets on how long he'll last this time. This is so funny p27

these deities are so rude to him! He's just trying to apologize and they are so condescending. I love an underdog though so I'm rooting for this man. p29

Oh shit okay. I take back my previous contempt. This was the guy hit by the bell. p29

aaaaand we have the added salt that these two know each other previously. Xuan Zhen/Mu Qing being from Xianle Palace as well. pp30-31

Bless Ling Wen for keeping this man in check. Honestly best Heavenly Handler p32

Jesus. It's as though Xie Lian is in a room talking to all his exes. This is so awkward! Nan Yang/Feng Xin also being from Xianle Palace p33

Why am I so nervous about Xie Lian going on this mission??? Bro has 0 power, 0 respect, and attracts bad luck like nobody's business. p38

omg. even the clouds are against this man; causing a three day delay in his travels for blowing him the wrong way basically. Truly the god of misfortune. p39

Well. At least he has some help now? Nan Feng and Fu Yao. Also I am curious about the butterflies? Do we find out more? Is it a heavenly official thing? because if it is, that's cute. pp41-42

The name change from Lower Court to Middle Court is so funny to me. This is some pure bureaucratic drama, like 10/10 would see this in an office. Honestly this realm would make such a solid office/workplace au. pp42-43

Oop. Nothing like your support being from the palaces that absolutely hate you. p43

Well at least they are both here as "willing" volunteers and their generals don't know they are actually there. I do however sense some shenanigans due to this pp43-45

Oh Wait! This mission sounds so rad! A bride eating monster?!?!?!? I can't wait p45

Strong start!

I already have so many questions that I am going to assume will be answered somewhere between now and the other seven books BUT I am so ready. We already got a workplace drama, an exciting mission, and this adorably useless little man trying his best. I cannot wait for chapter two!

[irazai]

. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 THIGH FUCKING ; a osamu dazai fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . accidently deleted my previous account oops. i really want to tag the ones who had reposted and commented on this previously but i remember none, hope you guys find it again tho >~<.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; jealous!dazai, fem!reader, nsfw, thigh fucking, thigh pinching, uses of terms like "dumb bitch, slut" etc, slight degradation, and those are all i can remember tbh, uni au.

the winds blew by harshly and violently, as if in a hurry to reach their destination. and this hurry of the wind obstructed the path of others as they raced with the clouds to whatever their destination is. lectures had been canceled and everyone was advised to stay in the safety of their dorm walls even though the dorm buildings were right next to the college building.

   and this all led you to sigh, what were you doing here when most of the students were in the comforts of their rooms?

   you shake your head as the cold breeze hits you, making your skirt sway. you quickly make your way into your classroom with the intent of finding shelter there till the weather calms a bit ; the sight of the very few students who are stuck like you are is nothing more than little flashes due to how fast you are walking and you don't stop, till the familiar door of your classroom is just a few steps distance away from you.

   your steps are long and quick as you extend your hand, wrapping it around the round doorknob and twisting it open; you enter the classroom and close the door behind in hurry, shivering a bit.

   "well don't you look absolutely breathtaking." mocks a voice as soon as you turn around to face the class and when you tilt your head up to look at its owner who you recognize oh so well, you see dazai sitting on one of the last benches of the row farthest from the door, smirking.

   "what did you want from me?" you mutter in confusion, taking quick steps towards him as you don't waste time to reach the point ; surely if dazai wanted to meet you in the classroom after the end of the day even after knowing about the dangerous turn the weather took, it must be important.

  "oh come on, why are you in such a rush? let's have a conversation, you and me." dazai proposed though the omnious smile on his face screamed at you to refuse the proposition, turn on your heels and run towards the dorm quarters but it's the way the words rolled off his tongue, all sweetly and seductively that once again, made you bend your conscience and rationality for him.

   you nodded, almost sitting on the chair opposite of him when dazai tsked and shook his head.

   "not there," dazai's voice rang in your ears as he patted the table behind which he sat,"here."

   you nodded, standing infront of him for only a fraction of a second before you sat on the edge of his table, pulling your skirt down with one hand and curiously staring at the boy infront of you whose demeanor changed, the smile disappeared from his face as his eyes turned shaper.

  

dazai stands up with a sharp sigh leaving his lips and immediately planted his hands on either sides of you on the table, leaning closer to your face as he glares,

   "have i been too soft on you that you forgot your place?" he didn't ask you but told. he raised one of his hands to place them on your thigh, caressing the skin before he pinched it making you gasp.

   "unless i tell you, you aren't going to open that preety mouth of your's or i swear you won't be able to open your mouth for the next few days with the way i'll fuck it. we don't want that, do we?" he lowly muttered next to your ear, hand going a bit harshly towards your inner thigh which he again began to caress before pinching a very small amount of skin between his index finger and thumb and oh, the way it felt, the pain was a temporary guest as dazai immediately caressed the pinched portion with him thumb.

   you could feel the flutter in your pussy and the excitement wrapping around your heart which didn't go unnoticed by dazai, nothing ever does to be honest.

   "don't tell me you are enjoying being treated like a slut," dazai smirked, his hand traveling towards the top of your thigh which he squeezed as he looked down at your thighs, the way the skirt was almost teasing him by threatening to ride up to show more of your skin and the way only the plush portion of your thigh was revealed as the rest was covered by knee high socks, god, he felt the arousal building up.

  dazai took a step back and plopped down on the chair he previous occupied, pushing your legs a bit to have them directly against him as he poked his inner cheek with his tongue.

   "call that fucking guy who can't understand that what i claim as mine is only for me to enjoy" dazai said, his jaw tensed and it finally clicked and oh, the slick pool it left in your panties made you suck in a shaky breath.

   you were partnered up with a guy for a project and it just so happens that the guy was a bit touchy -- nothing inappropriate but just the sight of you laughing with him without caring or acknowledging dazai who sat behind you, rubbed dazai off in the wrong way. so to sum it up shortly, dazai is jealous.

   oh so jealous over something so small but you suppose you would've had the same reaction if your boyfriend was talking to someone else without as much as glancing at you.

   "i am sor--"

   a spank to your thighs cuts you off as you gasp, cowering under the glare dazai offered you.

   "did i ask you to speak? dumb bitch. can't even follow simple instructions.  perhaps i need to show you what happens to girls who can't follow instructions. gonna fuck you so dumb, you won't be able to tell left from right." dazai muttered and stood up, as he began to unbuckle his belt, unzip and unbutton his pants, he once again reminded you to call your project partner by tilting his head in the direction of your phone, which was tightly clutched by your two hands.

   you know to never argue with dazai when he is angry and so you obey, knowing that right now, all logic and reasons will go from above his head.

   so you shakily unlock your phone and scroll through the contacts, finding the name of your project partner while dazai takes his length out of his boxers, which, along with his pants hangs on his hips .

   dazai watches as you put the phone next to your ear, waiting for your project partner to pick up.

   "you look so adorable when you are my good girl then why do you act like this? hmm?" dazai once again places his hand on your thigh while he stokes his cock with the other one, his thumb caressed your skin as it teases you by going near your inner thigh but then quickly shifts to its original position.

   "why do you insist on getting on my fucking nerves?" dazai raised his eyebrows, the pumping motion of his hands increasing its pace as his anger takes over his brain.

   "dazai, let's be civil-"

   a smack on your thigh.

   then a caress followed by dazai trailing his nails on top of your thigh.

   "who gave you the permission to talk?" he muttered, having a smug smirk on his face as he knows you would've normally scoffed but you can't now, your neediness is making you bend upon his will.

   you can feel it, the sticky feeling in your panties and dazai could see it too through the short breaths leaving and entering your body.

   he lets his finger trail down towards your inner thigh, nail gently tracing the skin up towards your panties while his other hand never stopped its motion until his cock was hard enough, precum dripping from the tip made you feel almost dizzy.

   your rationality was overthrown by desire which only wanted one thing ; dazai's dick inside you. a few heavy pants leave your lips and you almost parted your legs, had it not been for your project partner picking up the phone at the exact moment.

   "hello? did you need something?" your project partner's confused voice could be heard through the phone and you know dazai heard it or he wouldn't have smirked the way he did.

   "talk to him" dazai mouthed, parting your thighs with his hands as he stepped closer to you ; spitting on his dick and rubbing it a bit to have moisture before he made you close the plush part of your thighs with his dick in between, he looked up to see you parting your lips and tilted his head in the direction of your phone which made you realise you haven't replied to your project partner.

   "n-no, i just wanted to talk to you."

   dazai snickers upon hearing you stutter, slowly thrusting in and out of your thighs; you softly gasp as the tip of his dick just lightly grazes your panties before he almost pulls himself out, only to slam himself in against. your project partner said something but you are too distracted by the way dazai has his eyes closed as he let's out small and deep breaths to care to hear what your project partner has to say.

   "talk, doll." dazai commands lowly and you flinch, gulping heavily.

   "hey-hey, sorry, what did you say again?" your voice came out nearly as a whimper; dazai pushed your thighs together even more as he sighed in content, dick thrusting in and out while his thumbs caressed your skin.

   you plant your free hand on the desk behind you as you arch your back, trying to focus on anything but the sensation of dazai's dick against your inner thighs though your attempt is futile, you close your eyes and tilt your head back, frustrated because you know dazai won't lean near you and plant kisses on your neck, he won't gently graze your throat with his teeth and neither will he nibble on the junction between your shoulder and neck --because this is how dazai punishes.

   he drives you almost insane for his touch, making you desperate and pathetic just to feel him trace your arm with a single finger.

   "do you want to come to my house for the project?"

   "nO!" you yelped as dazai squeezed your thighs tightly and pinched them, he glares at you as a warning and you end up clearing your throat, "i mean no, i can't come. sorry. i have to babysit this whole week."

   your pathetic attempt to make an excuse has dazai nearly snickering but he stops himself from doing so ; rather, his thrusts become more quick as he takes in the sight of you, your breasts bounce slightly due to him and you dig your teeth on your bottom lip, trying not to whine for his touch.

   "i didn't know you babysat."  dazai muttered in your ear to tease you, making sure to speak closely to the phone so your project partner could pick up on his hushed voice too.

   "umm, are you with someone? i can hear another voice with you." your project partner's voice forced you to pay attention to him, you were about to deny his assumption but dazai wasn't having any of it, the man refused to.

   so one of his hands came up to caress the space below your breasts, you almost shuddered at the much needed contact of his hands with your body, before dazai groped one of your breasts and harshly began to squeeze it.

   you weren't sure how you were going to cover up the breathless gasp that escaped the cage of your lips but you didn't care, too high up in the pleasurable sensation which came with every squeeze.

   dazai grunts, now moving your thighs along with his thrusts to induce even more friction on his dick and when he twitches before cumming, he tightly squeezes your thighs around his dick.

   you whimper lightly as you feel his fluids on your thigh and inside them, the sticky fluid makes you shiver and dazai too for he hadn't seen a more erotic sight then this, seeing you pant as you sit all prettily with his cum covering your thighs, god, if he wasn't trying to punish you, he would've made you scream his name.

   and you didn't bother answering your project partner who called your name, biting your lip as you watched dazai cleaning himself with a tissue before wearing his pants again.

he leans down to place a kiss at the corner of your lips, staying still as he whispers against your skin, "put the phone on speaker and let that  bastard hear how good I make you feel with just my thigh. Ride my thigh, my love."

[bunningchaos]

I'm just gonna take the chance and Pat nightmare

Cross isn't happy with the second smooch on the cheek, someone's boutta be kicked straight out twice.

Uh, tagging the ones in the asks within the images-

@yago-undertale , @skitswap , and of course, @ph0enix-12

Oop, nearly forgot buuut, Never, you were mentioned soo here- @neverniko101

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[solargeist]

hihi i saw you put the clean version of the exile drawing on your instagram story could you also share it here /nf

(also side note do you think you could tag the previous ones with cannibalism sorry if that’s too much to ask)

o yeh ! I only have this version, its a bit cropped bc the blood on his clothes are on the same layer so i can't toggle that off

AND YEAH I'LL TAG THAT !!! I totally forgot oops

[statustemporary]

free fallin' - Chapter 2

STORY SUMMARY: On a dark and stormy Halloween night 27 years ago, five people stepped onto an elevator. They never stepped off.

Now 28, Emma Swan and her son Henry work together to discover what caused her parents and the other inhabitants to suddenly disappear.

//rewrite of previous work, expanded to a multi-chapter.

RATING: Teen+

WORD COUNT: 3,564

TAGS: Captain Swan, Tower of Terror AU, CSSNS 2022, Graphic Depictions Of Terrifying Sights in Chapter 1, no beta we die like killian jones,

AO3

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ha ha... oops. it's been two years since i updated this. life's crazy and my passion for ouat has faded but i'm determined to finish all my posts WIPs and maybe get my WIP folder on my laptop emptied onto here. i'm trying.

this has changed drastically from the film, mainly because i messed things up in the first chapter but oh well lol. similar premise but obviously things are a free-for-all now in my story. wish me luck trying to finish this lol.

not really sure how i'm feeling about this chapter so i'm sorry in advance if it doesn't live up to expectations! here's to the next one eventually!

enjoy!

***

Uncle James lives in a swanky townhouse just a few blocks from the heart of Storybrooke. The front windows of the place have a magnificent view of the hills in the distance while the back windows peered out at the Hollywood Tower Hotel like a taunt.

Emma hated growing up there.

The entire place felt too modern and unlived. Uncle James refused to have any sentimentality in his living space. No art projects on the fridge, no souvenirs from trips, and definitely no family photos. The farthest he went with décor was a floating shelf of ratty books in Latin. She wondered if what happened that Halloween night 27 years ago haunted him and that’s why he refused any reminder of his twin. Did the mirror play just as cruel of a joke?

Oddly enough, she did stumble upon a picture of her mother in his bedside drawer when she was eight. Mary Margaret looked stunning, her degree placard from Harvard held tightly in her hand with a bouquet of flowers cradled in her opposite elbow. Her graduation gown was flowing in the wind and her smile was positively radiant.

Uncle James caught her looking at the photo and he ripped it from her grasp. She never saw it again.

Not much about the townhouse has changed over the years, including the man residing inside of it. Uncle James remains aloof and standoffish to the point Emma wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot he had a niece at all.

His car, a sleek black sports convertible, is parked out front and it feels promising, even if she dreads the upcoming conversation. It takes a great effort to place one foot in front of the other as she approaches the entrance, her feet feeling as heavy as lead. The sickening weight in her heels is the only thing to prevent her from running back to her car after pressing the doorbell.

Uncle James looks surprised and disappointed to see her on his doorstep. His shoulders visibly drop and his mouth ticks down in a frown. “Emma?”

She flashes a quick smile at him.

“Uncle James, hi. How are you?”

He cuts straight to the point, narrowing the opening of the door so that only a sliver of his body is visible. “What are you doing here?”

The sigh that leaves her lips makes him close the door another inch. “Can we talk inside?”

“Actually Emma, I’m about to leave for – ”

He’s wearing pajamas. And a bathrobe. She swallows down the anger that’s brewing, the almost two decades of resentment towards his willful absence, and steels her shoulders. “I need to talk to you about my parents.” That catches his attention.

Paranoia, or maybe it’s PTSD, seems to take over her uncle as he pales and ushers her inside his townhome, head ducking out the door and swiveling around before he slams it shut and locks it. He brings her to the kitchen and offers her some alcohol as he makes his own drink. She remembers being thirteen and him offering her some of his rum and coke when he realized they had no orange juice in the fridge. The drink disgusted her and he got angry when she spit it in the sink. They never ran out of orange juice after that.

“So…” he begins. His hands are tense where they’re splayed on the kitchen island’s marble countertop. There’s a wild gleam in his eyes that unsettles Emma but she doesn’t know where to place it. She knows reporters, both professional and amateur, have hunted her down and pressured her for a statement, an interview, anything. Had they done the same to her uncle? “What were you saying about your parents?”

“Do you remember that night?” she asks. Uncle James sighs and drops his head.

“I could never forget it.” Defeat thickens his voice as his shoulders grow rigid. He shudders and takes a deep breath before looking up at her. “What about it?”

Emma shifts in her seat. “Can you tell me about it? From your perspective?” He looks ready to deny her so she pulls out the card up her sleeve. “It’s for Henry. He’s doing a project in school.”

“Ah,” he murmurs. A shadow crosses over his face as he collects his thoughts. “There’s not much to say from what I saw, really. I arrived early because my polo club cancelled our game. I saw Mayor Mills, exchanged a few words about the party at the Tip Top Club. I was on the stairs with some fancy drink from the patio bar when I saw your parents head into the elevator. David and I hadn’t talked in a few months but Mary Margaret invited me to the party.” Emma feels herself soften as her uncle smiles absently as he remembers her parents. “Obviously she didn’t tell him I was coming and he was glaring at me. He still hadn’t moved on from our fight. I raised my glass to them, a peace offering. Then the elevator doors closed and that was it… That was the last time I saw them.”

“Did you see anything else that night?” she asks, leaning her elbows atop the island. “Anything strange or… unusual?”

He shakes his head as he looks down at his drink. Silence follows for a beat and then another and Emma’s afraid she’s lost her uncle to his memories of the past. “The lights went out not long after I saw them get on the elevator.” She nods. “Honestly, I thought people were crazy when they said all of them were cursed. I mean, magic?!” He huffs out a laugh of disbelief. A pause and then his face darkens. “If there’s any inkling to that notion, I’d wager on Regina.”

Huh. Emma’s brows pinch together as she mulls that sentence over in her head. The sudden drop of formality with the former mayor was odd. For all the time she lived with Uncle James, he never mentioned Regina before today, much less by name. He never mentioned any of the others either but the way he spoke now hinted at a history. A nasty one at that.

Her mouth opens to ask another question but Uncle James shakes his head and downs the remainder of his drink in one go. “I think it’s time you left, Emma. It was nice seeing you.”

He disappears around the corner to his bedroom at the back of the townhouse before Emma has a chance to say any departing words. Resigned, she gently places her cup in the dishwasher and sees herself out.

***

The late morning air hangs heavy around the hotel. Emma stands outside on the sidewalk, head tilted back as she takes in the massive structure. In reality, she never thought she’d come here, let alone twice in as many days. She checks her watch to confirm she has a few hours before Henry gets out of school. The last thing she wants is for him to be back here.

“Uh…” a voice sounds to her left and Emma turns just in time to see her son stop short, eyes widen, and his body swivel back the way he came.

“Henry!” she calls out in frustration. She watches his small body freeze and tense up as she comes upon him.

He grins small but innocently up at her. “Ha ha… Hi, Mom.”

“What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be in school today!”

“Well about that…” he laughs nervously. She says his name in warning and he winces, opening his mouth ready to spew an inventive explanation when they hear a creaking behind them.

The metal gate to the hotel opens slowly and the chain-link keeping it closed snakes down to the ground in an exhausted heap. She blinks rapidly at the scene before her, her mouth dropping open in shock. That… shouldn’t happen.

Maybe the chains were just rusted and finally gave way, she tried to reason with herself. Maybe LJ forgot to lock back up after everything yesterday.

So lost in her thoughts, Emma didn’t realize Henry had moved away until she saw his small figure squeezing through the open fence and running up the hill to the hotel. “Henry!” she yells out. Running is her thing – running away from emotions, commitment, the whole shebang. Apparently, her son inherited that from her, just literally.

The bottles of holy water in the pocket of her leather jacket are justled by her running up the driveway. Sage in her bag bumps against her hip. Her gun rests heavily in her holster.

Emma’s eyes scan the landscape furiously.

“Henry!” she calls out. She evens her breathing and rests one hand on her hip where her firearm rests in case some crazy person is behind all this and has Henry.

“Hurry up, Mom!”

Emma turns the last bend of the driveway and lets out a deep sigh. Henry stands in front of the entrance to the hotel bouncing on the balls of his feet. He impatiently waves her over, eyeing the locked front doors.

“You know,” she starts, “I think I should bring you to Granny’s right now. Let her watch over you and see if you try to skip school again.”

Henry whines, head thrown back in exasperation. “But Moooooom! These are your parents!”

“Henry, come on. You can’t really believe that.” Emma bends down in front of him and takes hold of his arms, her thumbs rubbing soothing circles even as her heart bleeds. “My parents disappeared so long ago… This can’t be them.”

“But it is!”

“Henry…”

“What about yesterday?! You believed it was their ghosts when they scared us out of here!”

“Ghosts don’t exist, Henry. How do you explain that, huh? Magic?” She deflates as her son mumbles to himself and looks to the ground. Softening her tone, she continues, “It would be really cool if magic was real but it’s not. Those are probably just projections some twisted loser made to scare people. Okay?”

“Are you calling us Jem and the Holograms?”

They jump at the sudden appearance of a third voice, their heads turning to see Killian Jones leaning halfway through the closed front door.

Emma’s breath stutters while Henry starts, “What the –”

“Tsk, tsk,” Killian taunts. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

She panics. Her hand flies to her bag and she pulls out the holy water, uncapping the bottle and surging the water towards the door.

It seemingly goes through his body, the blessed water streaming down the front door, but he jerks at the sensation.

Then Killian starts to groan, writhing in pain. The half of his body positioned through the door begins to curl in on itself as gurgling from his throat becomes audible. Emma stares – watching and waiting for smoke to sizzle from his frame or for him to disappear but nothing happens.

Until the gurgling changes sound and it becomes clear it’s transitioned into laughter.

Killian raises his head, smirking in glee. “Holy water? Really? I know I’m devilishly handsome but you didn’t really think that’d work.”

The photos never did his smirk justice, she realizes. And all she wants to do is smack it right off his face. With a growl, she stands up straight and marches right through Killian to the front door, pulling the spare key LJ gave her from her pocket.

“Chills, darling,” Killian whispers in her ear. The air shifts around her. Despite the absence of any breath ghosting over her skin, she can feel the way a smirk dances across his lips and the whole thing makes her angrier.

Click. The key sits just perfectly in the lock and the door swings open. She strides inside, Henry following excitedly behind her.

Her back straight as a rod, she places her hands on her hips and stares down the… beings in the hotel lobby.

“Not the friendliest lady, huh?” Killian drawls from behind her.

Henry takes immediate offense. “Hey, that’s my mom!”

“Apologies, lad,” Killian tosses carelessly over his shoulder as he heads towards the bar.

“Enough!” Emma calls out roughly. She narrows her gaze, her voice dropping an octave. “Who the hell is behind this?”

Regina sighs, sitting regally on a cobweb infested armchair in the center of the lobby. She examines her nails with more interest than her voice provides in an answer. “If she weren’t dead, I’d say my sister.”

“Regina!” Mary Margaret quietly admonishes from David’s side near the luggage cart.

“What?” Regina asks, her eyes thinning to slits and lips turning downward. “You’ve met the witch. A house should’ve fell on her sooner.”

“She was really a witch?!” Henry asks, practically bouncing in place from excitement.

Regina scoffs. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually was.”

“Magic isn’t real,” Emma grits out. She moves just slightly in front of Henry, eyes flicking between the Jones brothers and Regina. “Now explain who is putting on this sick joke because they’ve got a nice harassment charge waiting for when I bring them down to the sheriff’s office. It’d be a pity to add evading arrest to that as well.”

“Well,” states Liam from where he’s reviewing a check-in book. “Once you find out, let us know. I’d like to have a chat with the lad as well.”

“Seriously,” she continues. She puts her hands on her hips to further assert her authority and presses hard enough that she’s sure the skin under her jeans is colorless. “This isn’t funny. Tell me.”

Killian tsks. The sound is quickly growing to be her most hated. “As pretty as you are to look at, lass, I think the peace and quiet was better. I’d have told you if I knew.”

David scoffs, crossing his arms. “Leave the girl alone, Jones. You’re nothing but a drunk – she wouldn’t waste the time with you anyway.”

There’s a shout of indignation from the other side of the room and then the entire lobby erupts into chaos. The Jones brothers jump to the other’s defense as David tosses insults back and forth. Regina adds her own one-liners to the disappointment of Mary Margaret. Their own disagreement drags David into it as well, and he manages to fight off both Regina and the Jones brothers as if a skilled swordsman against multiple enemies.

Words no longer decipherable, Emma subtly steps to the side, one eye on the group and the other searching, investigating. Caution rolls deep within her and she keeps one hand resting on her holstered firearm. Ghosts aren’t real. There’s no such thing. Holy water didn’t do a damn thing.

Sophisticated projector is what she’s looking for, then. They have to be holograms or AI or something that digitally recreated five tragically unsolved missing people, for the pure enjoyment of scaring others. She bets that there’s some YouTube channel that showcases Hollywood Tower Hotel scares, run by whoever is doing this.

Emma’s gaze scans the walls of the outdated hotel.

It didn’t hit her last time, too busy scared for their lives to really pay attention, but the floral wallpaper pulls from the moldings. The green background has faded and the white flowers accenting it yellowed. Burnt out lamps with golden shades sit atop wooden tables covered in layers of dust.

The sound of something rustling wafts through the air but the group of beings either don’t hear it or don’t care. If she follows the sound, though, she might find the ‘genius’ behind it all. Her eyes narrow on a closed oak door near the hallway to the main floor ballroom.

A once golden sign looks like a beat-up bronze, the fake bright finishing having flaked off over the years. Coat Closet. Likely place for someone to setup their gadgets.

The vinyl flooring crackles under her feet as she moves towards the it.

Her head turns at an echoing pair of footsteps and a quick glance back confirms Henry treads closely behind.

The wooden door swings open with a creak. Emma splays her hand against the rough wallpaper and feels around until she hits the light switch. Flickering yellow light fills the cramped space. Pink wool carpet stained from age and buckling wood paneling buried behind huge swaths of clothing greet them first before the smell of must hits their noses.

Henry shrieks and jumps back at the sight of a large rat scurrying over fraying paper and escaping through the lobby.

Great. Nothing in the closet except a rat and leftover coats from that night…

Emma was only a baby when her parents disappeared on Halloween night at the Hollywood Tower Hotel. Grandma Ruth, overwhelmed in her grief, packed up all of their things and tucked them away in a storage unit out of town. Out of sight didn’t mean out of mind, though, and Emma served as a reminder of her broken heart every day, until she couldn’t handle it anymore and went into an eternal sleep.

By the time Emma was old enough to know and inquire about her parents’ things, Grandma Ruth’s storage unit had been auctioned off due to lack of payments.

Aside from a small box of things brought to her Uncle James’ place alongside her diaper bag, everything her parents owned was gone.

Being at the hotel, at the place where she lost them before she could even know them, Emma wants something to hold of theirs. The only thing she has of her mother’s is a pink cardigan, left at Granny’s apartment during a dinner once. Soft, powdery fragrance once enveloped the fabric but has long since faded. Now the small cardigan hangs on her coat rack as a reminder of what is so far from her grasp.

But maybe… maybe in this place seemingly suspended in time… she could have something.

Her eyes have studied the photographs of the night well enough that, once she looks towards the coats, she immediately recognizes the red scarf.

Tucked around the neck of a shimmering floor-length dark coat, the red scarf sticks out in a sea of navy and black. It calls to her and Emma’s fingers slowly reach out. The coat ticket says 191, the black jacket kept close stating 192 most likely belonging to her father.

The fabric is cool to the touch and though spiders and moths have left their mark elsewhere in the hotel, the state of the coat closet is pristine. Could it hold the smell? The perfume Emma has spent half her life looking for? The only thing that reminds her of her mother’s embrace. Of comfort and security and love.

She pulls both coats off the hanger and holds her mother’s up, her nose nearly to the scarf –

“Hey!” Henry calls from behind her.

Emma turns swiftly, her eyes locking in on the beings crowding their way towards them. Her hand shoots out and grabs Henry’s arm, pulling him swiftly behind her.

“Hey,” Mary Margaret echoes quietly. Her brows furrow together as she takes in the sight before her. “That’s my coat.”

Mary Margaret’s hand reaches towards the coat but Emma jerks it back towards her, feeling oddly protective of the thing. The smell of the scarf hits her nose and she rustles the coats in her arms for a better grip, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

“Hey,” her watery voice sounding loud in the tight closet as the others look at her in wide-eyed shock. “Don’t crowd us in here. I’m – ”

“Emma,” David breaths out, her entire body deflating.

Emma blinks, hesitating for a moment. “David?” she asks. “You… remember?”

Tears flood his eyes as he gives her a soft smile. “Of course.”

A fluttering lightness fills Emma’s chest as he steps forward, smile still on his face.

It’s incredible, she thinks to herself. How her father could just know it was her despite all the time that had passed. Maybe this is his ghost and this is her closure.

Emma nearly drops the coats as her father takes another step…

Until he bends down onto one knee and picks something up from the floor. A polaroid.

“We’ve never been able to get in here,” David whispers, more to himself than to her and Henry. He stares at the polaroid as tears roll down his cheeks and a shaky hand comes up to cover his mouth. Mary Margaret leans in close, her own eyes filling, and she rests her head on his arm.

Acting every part the proud father, David shows the others what the polaroid is. “This is our daughter,” he begins, looking up with a wide, watery grin and turning the polaroid towards her and Henry.

The film is slightly overexposed and a person stands in the background more a blur than a defining figure. In the center stands, with help of the mystery figure, a small Emma barely a year old with a spattering of light hair atop her head and a gummy grin directed right at the camera.

“Her name is – ”

“Emma,” she finishes in a rushed, exhausted breath. Looked over by her own baby photo. Damn.

She clutches the coats tighter to her center and Henry looks up at her, confused. “But – ”

“We’re leaving.” Emma frees one hand to grab Henry’s arm and pulls him through the closet, through the ghastly chill of the projected beings in the hotel, and out the front door.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Gonna be anon here because I’m lowkey afraid of talking about being critical of Vivziepop’s writing, knowing the behaviors of stans. I have been lurking on the critical tags, and I wanna say my thingy-thing.

As an ex-fan of Vivziepop, I hope am not the only one who is really bummed out on how Striker basically got watered down into essentially a sock puppet. I already have a lot of issues about the writing and world building of both shows but I do not really wanna talk about it here.

Long rant here, sorry.

Back when I used to watch HB (and back before I started relying on transcripts and screenshots for future eps), I really REALLY enjoyed Striker as a side villain. From his voice to his design, to his role. But I am really disappointed with how Striker is as a character now because it felt like Viv did not really care for Striker as time goes on. Not in a “yeah uh screw this character” and more “ah, what do we need to do for him to stay relevant???”

Here is a random thing I noticed. Note that in Harvest Moon Festival episode, Striker did not swore a lot. And I like that because a way a character speaks can give an impression of a character. Striker using all that country talk and sparingly uses profanities gives the audience the impression that “hey, this character is probably from the countryside.” The opposite applies with someone like Blitz living in the city and being more vulgar. With nobilities and higher class also avoid swearing as it is “not classy.” But in the newer stuff like, Western Energy, I noticed that Striker’s dialogue basically added in more profanities which kinda ends up making him sound more like the other characters.

I do not know if it is intentional or not, but Striker’s points about the classism issues in Hell are pretty spot on and correct and the audience is supposed to not agree with him but agree with the addressing of classism that is done by Blitz? It feels very messy and weird to have characters share the same sentiment yet the audience are supposed to agree with how it should be “addressed” in Mastermind episode, because…Blitz did not want to kill the rich? I mean I guess??? But Striker still had valid points about the classism issues that the higher classes were perpetuating.

Now in Mastermind, Striker got reduced to working for the Goetias to testify that Blitz should getexecuted? I mean, Striker was already hired by Stella to assassinate Stolas, but like, you can call me out on mistakes here I don’t mind, didn’t Striker really dislike the Goetias and the higher class? I know he was hired previously but like (and I am assuming it’s solely for the money), why is he taking sides with the Goetias? I feel like this is a retcon in a way. I do not see any implications that Andre over here paid Striker behind the scenes so it feels so out of nowhere that he decided to testify against. AND ALSO REDUCING STRIKER TO BASICALLY A SOCK PUPPET? Shouldn’t he be like advocating for Blitz, since this episode supposed to be about addressing the classism issue (amongst other things) and he has been vocal about hating the higher classes for being being awful towards the lower classes? I really hope this was more on a case of “oops we forgot” and not Viv seeing all the criticism and shoving them into dialogue to make the characters say things that sounds bad, because this is just so disappointing. And I’ve seen people trying to say, “yeah this episode shuts down the antis.” Striker basically got watered down from this cool country assassin to whatever this is.

I miss the old Striker man…

This. I have a feeling this is a retcon so we side with stolas over striker even if it goes against his previous characterization.

[drowning-in-cabbages]

Trying to make a family tree for my new fanfiction idea where Vanitas, Repliku (Rei), Xion, Namine, and Roxas start up a band with Xigbar as the driver

but there's lore

and now I need to make family trees so I can remember who is the parent of who

and who is whose sibling vs cousin because I want Sora and Vanitas to be cousins not brothers

but i also want Xion and Roxas to be twins

and there's just a lot to do because I want Xehanort to be related to Vanitas but not Ventus which means they're half brothers

so anyways

here's how that's been going below the cut

and all characters are college age and older because it's easier on me since i'm in college and i don't want to relive the hell that was high school

I don't currently have a name for Vanitas' mother, but I don't think she's going to get one. She was Zack's wife before Aerith, but had Vanitas after they split. She later died which left him with Xehanort who was an abusive grandfather in every sense of the word.

As Xehanort usually is

Vani's two uncles on his mother's side are Xemnas and Ansem because they had to be related to Xehanort in some way.

Zack later remarried and had Ventus with Aerith. Because Tifa is his sister, this means that Sora, who is hers and Cloud's son (don't mind that it says Cloud Lockhart, I forgot how the program worked), this means that he is Ventus' cousin and Vani's half-cousin.

Cloud and Tifa would also have the twins, Xion and Roxas.

Xigbar and Zack are also brothers, and after Xehanort loses custody over Vanitas, Xigbar would become his legal guardian until he turned 18. After his 18th birthday, Vanitas chose to stay with Uncle Xigbar while attending college which turned into Xigbar being the band's designated driver since he had the largest car and the most connections.

Also related but not really related to Vanitas is Terra. Terra is the adopted son of Eraqus, who used to date Xehanort in High School and College before they fell apart. (I can't get rid of the mother, so you're stuck with the Unknown Mother. It was just Eraqus and Terra)

Eraqus was also a violin tutor to Aqua, who would come over and practice with him, which is how she and Terra became friends. Ventus would of course become friends with them a bit later.

Riku and Rei are also siblings, with Riku being Rei's older brother. Rei knew Vanitas and Namine in high school, which is how they became friends.

Ienzo is Riku and Rei's cousin on their mother's side who works with Even in their college lab (they do chemistry).

Speaking of Even, he's Kairi's uncle. I wanted him to be related to her somehow because of the blond hair Namine has. I finally figured out how to get rid of the other parent, keeping Kairi's grandmother, but forgot to do it to the previous families. Oops.

Not much to say here, but Kairi was friends with Sora and Riku, and Namine was friends with Roxas, Xion and Rei.

Vanitas would later join Namine and Rei, making them a trio.

That's as much as I've got right now, don't know when I'll start or if it'll just be a bunch of unrelated posts.

I'm going to be tagging this idea under "Band of Copycats AU" because Namine, Xion, Vanita, Roxas, and Rei's band is called "Copycat"

[claudiajcregg]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @mihrsuri. Thanks, Lil! I feel like I've answered these in the not-so-distant past, and might have accidentally ignored one or more tags. Oops. I need to check the Mentions tab and check it out!

(I also started writing this… earlier this week, and forgot about the tab. Sorry this is so so long.)

01. how many works do you have on ao3? 24 fics, though one of them has eight ficlets… So some would count it as 31. (It's still 24.)

02. what's your total ao3 word count? 167,815 words

03. what fandoms do you write for? TWW.

04. top five fics by kudos?

maybe everything's just turning out how it should be

(big gulf here)

say it's here where our pieces fall in place

just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days

nobody knows how to get back home

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it 

05. do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to get to all of them, and feel bad when I hoard them (because they're lovely) or they slip through the cracks. (I tend to wait some time before replying to the comments on my most recent fic, so if anything comes in later, it might be immediate or two months late.)

06. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I feel like I always struggle with this answer because they're mostly hopeful endings! Which is just my perception and now how it is. Tempted to go check what I've answered in the past.

Most recently, I think what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy has that 'right person, wrong time', on borrowed time vibes. But maybe not! My go-to answer always feels like my post-Portland Trip fic, don't want you to go but I'll be okay, because it feels so final and bittersweet then.

07. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, which one should I pick? I think the Cali/Jan 22nd fic from earlier this year (oh, and I will be with you to feel the California sun) is just pure happiness, tbh. Memoir fic (still you never took your hand from mine) also feels like a saccharine, sweet ending! (Could've also picked the literal wedding reception-set fic, lol.)

08. do you get hate on fic? No! Luckily. If I have, I don't remember. I've gotten a weird comment or two, but those weren't about the fics. So no!

09. do you write smut? Nooooo, of course not. (This is the last time I'll beg you to read on main and that's under a cut lol.) Up till now I could say it was mild scenes in yet-to-be-posted fics, which remains true, but I posted a literal smutty fic last Friday, lol. I'm proud of it and myself, for getting out of my comfort zone, and while it's flopping I'm glad those who've read it liked it!

10. craziest cross over? This is the question that undoubtedly makes me go “lol I've definitely done this before.” Because I always joke that I've already seen the craziest canon crossovers on screen. That said, I haven't personally written one, and don't have ideas.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? No? Sometimes I wonder if some ideas have been borrowed but wouldn't say stolen.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? No! Maybe one day I'll do it myself. (I don't think there's demand for it/Spanish-written fics in this fandom.) (Once again, I'm sure that this answer matches the previous ones.)

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Sounds fun! No. But anyone interested? hmu.

14. all-time favorite ship? In what sense? I cannot choose, but at the same time… We all know.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't like putting this energy out in the universe. It's one thing to post (that's probably a long list) but actual WIPs that are worth it? I want to believe I'll get to them eventually. (But. Unfortunately, the answer is many of them.)

16. what are your writing strengths? Internal world? As in, I am “good” at describing the internal world of a character. idk.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? I write in my second language. I feel like everything's a weakness. (World building, descriptions, dialogue.)

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? As long as it doesn't take the reader out (and makes sense in the story), 👍 I might have peppered in some Spanish in some of my writing but it feels wrong somehow.

19. first fandom you wrote in? Bones.

20. favorite fic you've written? I cannot pick a favorite child. I can affectionately call them flops because they mostly are, stats-wise, but there's something about them that I love. And I feel like some of my favorite stuff is what's not yet posted! Because it stops feeling “mine” once it's out there.

don't want you to go but I'll be okay · Portland fic · my automatic answer because I felt it was special the second I finished it. So many things came together (that quote, particularly).

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it · St Augustine, a precanon campaign fic ·(Any of the first four (posted in 2021) is super special to me. This one was another one I knew would be special. And it has big “there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you” energy.

your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep · (3+1 fic set in the last third of S7, ft the press corps) · Taylor sang KOMH on N2 because she loved this. I just know it. (I just really love secret relationships/working around that S7 period so much.)

nobody knows how to get back home · itsotg missing scen) · I just like it a lot, and it's also a good candidate for angsty ending. When did it get so many kudos?!

maybe everything's just turning out how it should be · big block of cheese 2008 · felt disingenuous not to include the fic I always knew I wanted to post, even if it's another early one. It's my most popular by a huge margin, and I'm glad.

I so wanted to add fics like the Cali one but this always depends on my mood! So this is the answer that might always change haha.

Shoutout to some unposted ones that I love but won't get published. Or others perpetually in limbo, like the two big multichapters (IM and S5 pregnancy). I feel like some of my best stuff is in What Once Was Ours (the IM AU fic I wrote in 2021), or the S5 Pregnancy AU (which I hope to finish this summer! And I want to start posting once I feel like I'll make that deadline)… And I'm currently really fond of one I've started to call “demons that you know raise hell worse than a stranger.” Coming to you soon, if I get my crap together!

[juniperberries-canisroot]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @friend-of-giants thank you! Here's some WIP stuff, I randomly scrolled and landed on this one, it isn't my main character but others I find interesting. I wanted to share these in particular to give readers a look at how the characters interact with others and how that interaction and relationship change depending on who the particular character is.

Context: Stalleo-Io, Osiris and Vanta Iris are all Khajiit, to explain their actions like ear bending, tail flicking, teeth barring or purring. Ervel is a human. He's not part of the main cast he's a side character.

There's also more WIP snippets under the read more, I didn't want a huge wall of images. The WIPS are colour-coded to be able to tell which writing belongs to what moment in the story.

Edit: I was so worried about typos I forgot to tah someone else! Oops.

Tagging @daedrabait @argisthebulwark @unsettlingcreature only if you want to thou! If anyone sees this and wants to share you can mention me too, I'm fine with that<3 Imma read/look at your stuff too.

⚠️WARNING⚠️: The blue writing is suggestive but nothing overly sexual (I think) or detailed. It'll be under a read more. Along with some rambling.

I found typos later, ignore those😅

Osiris talks the way he does for a few reasons, like his upbringing and some previous injuries to his jaw from his previous line of work that make it hard for him to say certain sounds. Also like, I feel like Khajiit can't fully articulate certain sounds in Cyrodilic, so they have an 'accent'. Some, not all, but still.

The reason my writing looks chaotic more like a screenplay than an actual formatted writing is cause I went throu a big period long time ago where I lost all motivation to do any of my hobbies, including writing. The only way I got back into it was to stop forcing myself to write like it's a final draft, proper formatting and all, and write it like a screenplay. Then later I can re-write it into an actual formatted writing. This also helps me be able to see what actions are taking place when, and read my own writing with the tone indicators, example *growling tone*, *flat tone*, ect...

I used to write on paper/pen but ever since my writing got looked throu (read: my parents going throu my things as a kid and invading my privacy) I try to not leave behind 'phyical evidence' anymore, which made me paranoid about that kinda stuff. Still am. I write on my phone cause my laptop doesn't have a typing thing. Also I find it more convenient, the laptop is annoying to use.

[kradogsrats]

well OOPS turns out I did spoiler posting announcements on my other blogs but forgot to on this one so... yeah, I'll be doing at minimum reaction shitposts p much live TONIGHT AT NETFLIX MIDNIGHT, and after that will hit the ground running (and screaming, and crying, and throwing up) on whatever I feel like posting about

Posts with s7 spoilers will be tagged #tdp spoilers, #the dragon prince spoilers, and #s7 spoilers, BUT if you're really committed to spoiler avoidance, I encourage you to unfollow (hopefully temporarily?) and I will absolutely not be mad

The plan, as with previous releases, is to assess after one week whether to continue tagging spoilers. I'll post again to announce at least 24 hours before spoiler tagging ends, so anyone still relying on it has a warning period to skedaddle.

[zwy01]

Noble OCs!!!

More headcanons!! This is my version of the predecessors of canon Clan Leaders. I said I would create parents for the nobles like a few months ago (??) and I finally got to some of them, lol. Anyways

Rubino Elenor: Rozaria’s father and predecessor, and Calytrix’s younger half-brother. Rubino was a merry, lively person. He had a deep, hearty laugh and a lovely smile, so great you can’t help but feel happy around him. But don’t be fooled! Rubino has tricks up his sleeves… literally. He had a very mischievous and almost childish side to him. He loved to teleport behind people, mess around with them, and teleport away, all for his own amusement. He’s basically a professional prankster. Just harmless jokes and funny spells, nothing more. Stuff like tugging on Ragar’s ponytail, poking Gradeus’ buttcrack, tickling Krasis and Roctis’ waists, making Zarga’s ears rain jelly beans, slapping a toupee with a superglue spell on Lagus’ head, giving Edian a chipmunk voice, inversing Gejutel’s hair color so his hair turns black and his stripes white… and much more. Hah! Y’all should smile more, seriously. The only ones he didn’t mess with were Raizel, the Previous Lord, and maybe Raskreia. Though, PL had probably invited Rubino to prank him multiple times, just because it’s hilarious, much to Krasis’ horror. Rubino also had a very strict and stern side to him, which was very different from his usual self. His colleagues would often try to guess which “personality” he’d show up to meetings with. Surprise! Haha. Rubino’s other hobby was collecting random trinkets. Toy boxes, empty wine bottles, buttons, broken stuff, cheap stuff, and much more. If you get on his good side, he might gift you something from his very own collection. What an honor. Here’s a bent salad fork, just for you! Enjoy. With his family, he was very sweet. He had a great relationship with his daughter Rozaria and often played games of teleportation tag with her. His sister Calytrix called him Ruby, which was a name he adored. Rubino dated Zarga, Krasis, Roctis, and PL. Just sweet, casual flings. P.s. Rubino is jacked and his grandson Alois from my Millennium AU gets his crazy muscles from him lol.

Calytrix Agvain: Urokai’s mother and predecessor, and Rubino’s older half-sister. Calytrix was a daring, fearless, and imaginative person. Ready to live, ready to die. Nobles have extremely long lifespans, and so days, months, years, even decades may seem like nothing more than a blink of an eye to most of them. Not for Calytrix. She loved to have something to do for each and every day. It could be anything. Learning a new language, rock climbing, winemaking, glassblowing, gardening, cheesemaking, lock picking… you name it. Making the most out of every moment, enjoying life to the fullest, that’s how life should be. Nobles who just sit around and stare at the ceiling all day are wasting their lives, tsktsk, maybe they should just donate their extra years to someone who will really use them. Lol. Carpe diem, my sweeties. Once she is done with her Clan Leader duties at hand, good luck finding her. She’s probably close by or far away or somewhere in between doing one of her super obscure hobbies in a super obscure location. Her clan members often found themselves with headaches, wondering where their Clan Leader is off to for the nth time. Please tell us where you’re going before you leave next time, Clan Leader! Oops, I forgot. Hehe, maybe just come and find me. And so, one of the things Urokai did most as a child was being tasked with retrieving his mother, trekking around trying to find her and when he does, telling her to return with him. Calytrix would just laugh, give her son a big embrace, squeeze him close to her, and roll around in the grassy, flowery hills until their beautiful dark red hair get all messy and filled with petals. Her carefree spirit was pretty eccentric by traditional noble standards, and maybe that was also the reason why she shined so brightly. Her brother Rubino called her Trixie and it meant a lot to her. Calytrix dated probably half of Lukedonia’s population (as people joke), with Edian being one of her longest relationships.

Noel J. Loyard: Seira’s father and predecessor, and Edian’s relative (cousin or nephew, undecided yet). Noel was an altruistic and empathetic person. Despite knowing the fact that humanity, and even some nobles, are greedy and insatiable, he still set out to help them each and every time. This was the reason why many believed that he was dumb, for still believing in change and kindness when his own efforts were often met with dissatisfaction, more demands and even betrayal from those he reached his hand out to. In truth, he genuinely believed that if his efforts could make the world a better place, then he would do anything within his power to help, even if it is very complex and hard to achieve in reality. In a way, he was a dreamer. Even at his death and before he was killed, he believed that it was his duty to protect the weak. Aside from performing his duties as Clan Leader, Noel spent most of his time studying philosophy, collecting different works from around the world, from both humans and werewolves. Noel had a loving relationship with his daughter Seira, to whom he passed on his strong belief of protecting the weak. One of his favorite things to do with Seira was hanging out in their manor, their beloved home. When there was sunshine, he would brush Seira’s hair, have a picnic, and gently chase butterflies with her. When it snowed, they would try to land snowflakes on the tip of their noses and make drawings on the snow-piled ground with their fingers. Even when it rained, it did not stop them from dancing in their rose garden, his footsteps accompanied by her tinier footsteps. It was truly a good time, albeit very brief and tragically short-lived. Noel had a brief fling with Regis’ father, Rousare, who was his best friend and on-and-off lover. P.s. Noel had white eyelashes from his Drosia heritage.

Qing Ru: Kei’s mother and predecessor. Qing was a very smart, observant, and strategic person. Everything she chose to do had a meaning and a purpose, and she did not do things based on her feelings. Rather, she relied on reasoning and reasoning alone. Though she spent most of her time isolating herself in the mountains training day and night, it wasn’t just training in the traditional sense of fighting like one would expect from a typical Ru. It also involved meditating, observing both animate and inanimate objects, breathing in and out with the environment and feeling the energy of the land and the world around her. She believed training not only the body but also the soul was the way to achieve true strength, which she teaches to her son, Kei. Unlike Kei, Qing wasn’t dense at all. She was good at reading people, and she could analyze them and guess their thoughts and/or needs based on the way they tense their facial and body muscles, the circulation of the energy within their bodies, etc. That’s also why her fellow Clan Leaders loved sparring with her, because she could pinpoint their weaknesses and counter them. Back to Kei… well, PL used to joke about Kei being a “dense cookie” even when his mother was a people scanner. A young and (kinda) dumb Kei took it as a compliment, meanwhile Qing was not too amused, lol. Qing raised Kei to be a traditional Ru and while she was strict with her son, she was a good teacher and mother. She called her son Baobei (meaning treasure/darling) and when they were not busy training, they would sit by the waterfall and feel the breeze on their faces, and watch the stars. She had many friends, and regularly invited them over for some tea and noodles. Qing did not date anyone, as she didn’t care for such things. (she was quite popular tho, lol)

Valentina Mergas: Ludis’ mother and predecessor. Valentina was sharp, trustworthy, and highly independent. She took her duties as the Mergas Clan Leader and Lukedonia’s guardian very very seriously and she barely had time to herself for leisure. To be specific, if she had extra time to spare after completing her duties as Clan Leader, she would go on a extra round of border patrol and check up on everyone, making sure the Central Order members were doing their jobs correctly. If she caught anyone slacking off just a bit, good luck getting away without being yelled at and disciplined. There was no leeway, there were no excuses. Some would say that she was a bit too strict, but it was under her leadership that the knights’ organization truly became one and functional, with a structure that would prove to be practical and efficient for many generations to come. PL was very impressed with her abilities and to her it was a great honor. It was her job, and she truly enjoyed it. Though, it was limited to Lukedonia only. Whatever happened outside of Lukedonia, she didn’t care for it. Not one single bit. To her Lord, her colleagues and her friends and family, she was fiercely loyal. They meant the world to her, and she would die for them. Meanwhile the humans, werewolves, whatever… they can cause all the war and chaos they want, as long as it happened outside and didn’t bother Lukedonia, it was none of Valentina’s business. To be precise, Valentina did not oppose the protection of other species by nobles but she believed that they must know that things like ambition and greed have consequences, even if it’s by learning it the hard way. And her loyalty is to Lukedonia and not the world. For this reason, she believed that Noel’s absolute selflessness was dumb. But, if her Lord ordered her to protect non-nobles, she would not hesitate to accept his orders. Valentina was both warm and cold, and passionate and ruthless at the same time. She had a good relationship with her son Ludis, and often brought him along with her while she ran her errands, for him to watch and learn so by a very young age Ludis was able to fully memorize the standard procedures and protocals of all Mergas duties, down to the smallest of details. Valentina dated Gradeus and PL for a while. P.s. She thinks her scars are cool and are proof of her dedication to her homeland

And that’s it for now! Yay!! Not sure if I’ll do the other remaining ones, most likely not. But I’ll see how it goes.

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Gaze, Chapter 4

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Pairing: Roman/Logan/Virgil

wordcount: 2440

Notes: Notes: A Role Reversal inspired by @edupunkn00b 's work 'Beside Me'. So, I seemed to have added part of this chapter on the previous post before I'd finished editing it. Oops? I'll try to be more careful of that.

Anyways, I added this to my Halloween series on ao3. So should I add the Halloween tag when I post this on tumblr now?

Also, I had trouble deciding initially who to put in what roles. Some of them I am still itching to try so I may do more. I'm considering making them one shots based on certain scenes. I have two in mind at the moment, both would be different reversals. I think I may work on the first one when it gets closer to when that initial scene would be for this one.

After the door shut behind them, Roman turned. He saw how Logan’s bedroom was just before a balcony-like hallway that faced a massive open area. He hadn’t even realized that they were on a second story. Roman looked over the railing in front of them down at the floor below. The view reminded Roman of the second story of Belle’s library from Beauty and the Beast for some reason. He could see there was grandeur to the rest of Logan’s home. He found himself really hoping he’d be able to get a tour of the place.

Logan stood next to him and threaded their fingers together. He smiled at Roman as he gently squeezed their held hands. Roman smiled and squeezed back. Logan had seemed like a man on a mission in that moment as he led the way down the stairs. A clear destination in mind.

 Logan brought them to a massive kitchen of all things. He let go to walk over and take down two goblets from a hanging rack next to the counter. Roman watched him in confusion. Logan glanced at Roman and stopped midturn to one of the refrigerators.

“Ah…I seem to have gotten ahead of myself,” Logan said.

“We can have-or, what were you planning to pour in there?” Roman asked, pointing at the goblets. He didn’t know if Logan was fancy enough to want to drink a blood substitute like it was wine. Logan nodded and went back to the refrigerator.

“We can drink other fluids aside from blood,” Logan said as he pulled out a glass bottle. “In fact, we need to.”

He turned back over and walked to where the goblets were. At the mention of drinking Roman unconsciously licked along the edges of his teeth. Logan smiled.

“Some prefer alcohol, I’m a fan of whiskey myself.” He poured a generous amount from the bottle into each glass.

 “But I thought this might be better for our chat. Here, taste.”

Roman picked up the glass closest to him and brought it to his lips. But as the sweet scent hit him, he looked up with a confused smile on his face.

“You like pineapple juice?” Roman asked.

Logan smirked. “Yes.”

Roman took a sip and leaned on the counter. He looked around at the various appliance and other kitchenware he didn’t know the name of. He wasn’t a big cooking person. He knew he should get better at it, especially when he lived in an apartment. He’d been meaning to get better with it.

“So, I was admittedly surprised to see you have a grand kitchen,” Roman said. Logan hummed and drank from his own glass.

“Virgil eats,” he said. Logan looked into his goblet and swirled the yellow liquid inside.

“I don’t mind cooking for him.”

Roman nearly bit his lip before remembering how his fangs pierced his lip last time.

“If it’s alright for me to ask…, I mean I don’t want to get too personal-“

Logan smiled at Roman. He leaned over the counter between them and ran his thumb over Roman’s lips, just grazing a canine.

“My blood runs through your veins, Roman. There is no such thing as ‘too personal’ between us now.”

Roman stared into the heat of his silver gaze and swallowed hard. Getting lost in his gaze proved to be distracting as he nearly forgot what they were talking about.

“Ask what you will,” Logan said, bringing his hand back down again.

Roman took a sip of juice to buy time and let his mind get back on track.

He spoke slowly, hesitating,

“You said that Virgil doesn’t love you…” He reached for Logan’s hand.

“But do you love him?”

Logan was quiet for a moment, looking at Roman’s hand over his. He shifted his hand and threaded their fingers together. He set aside his drink. Then he looked up at Roman.

“I don’t know,” Logan admitted. He sighed. With his other hand, he traced each of Roman’s fingers.

“I know it’s not my fault he changed, it’s mine.”

Roman felt the way that tugged at his chest, seeing that void of despair return to Logan’s eyes. What he would give to be able to slay the troubles of his love. Logan whispered,

“I loved the man he used to be.”

Roman hurried around the counter. He nearly slid over it, but had the mind to be careful of their drink glasses. He pulled Logan close to him. Thankfully physical affection was something that had always come naturally to him. Roman sighed as Logan sank into his embrace.

“Is there really not a way to get him out of your thrall?” Roman asked.

Logan let out a shaky sigh. He leaned his cheek against Roman’s shoulder and traced his collarbone.

“There are those who say it’s a possibility if I turn him…but apparently it’s not guaranteed to work.”

Roman’s eyes fluttered at Logan’s small touches. They nearly felt like a tease. He fought to slow his breathe as he continued.

“Well, what was it like for you? Do you remember feeling changed at all when you…?” Roman asked.

Logan stiffened in his arms.

“I…it has been so long that I can hardly remember my mortal life.”

Roman blinked.

“Oh…” Roman resisted the urge to immediately ask a bunch of questions about that.

“Really? Sorry,” Roman looked down at Logan, “I don’t mean…”

Logan shook his head. He reached up and stroked Roman’s cheek.

“Do not worry, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

Roman swallowed dryly, He was affected by the soft and almost intenseness to Logan’s expression. Encouraged by the reassurances, Roman gathered his courage.

“If it’s been so long…how old are you?” Roman asked. He remembered Logan’s remark about Roman being young, and wondered just how young that was to Logan.

Logan subtly stepped back, but without leaving Roman’s arms. He watched Roman carefully as he said,

“I am over 400 years old.”

A choking sound escaped from Roman’s throat.

“O-oh, that’s…,” He cleared his throat. “Okay…I think I’ve heard stories say that Dracula was supposed to be that age.” Roman had probably heard Remus spout that at one point. It seemed like the kind of story he would have read.

Roman noticed Logan flinch at the mention of Dracula though.

“Oh, sorry. Did you like know him, or well, Dracula isn’t real though…right?”

Logan’s expression was hard to read as he quietly answered.

“The one I knew went by many names, Dracula being popularized by the novel…but I called him Remy.”

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Logan was glad he got the chance to explore in Remy’s castle. He started wandering first in the top level, not traversing far from their room at first. He came across a mostly empty room with a grand bed that was well layered and looked quite comfortable. At the other end of the room was a large mirrored wardrobe. The lack of anything else in the room felt strange. Logan approached the wardrobe and then froze when he noticed he had no reflection. Right. He had heard that was another feature of vampires. He felt the unconscious shake of his hands at the realization. After waiting a moment for them to still, he tugged the wardrobe doors open.

He was surprised to  find a rack stuffed with clothing in various styles. Logan ran his hands over the clothing curiously, admiring the different textures. These were fine clothes, which meant expensive. Logan frowned as he looked down at his own woven tunic and loose leggings. They were the only clothes he owned before coming here.

 It wouldn’t have been the first time he felt like he didn’t belong. That it would have been better to have been born into a different class. Not even out of greed. Just, his interests in gaining knowledge of everything were hard to reach monetarily. He had been lucky his mother had found a reading tutor for him at some point when he was a kid. And then the count had been overly generous to give Logan glasses he needed. He had felt undeserving but immensely grateful, to be able to see better. Even now when he didn’t need them anymore with vampire sight, he wanted to wear them.

Logan shook his head, he didn’t need to think about that right then. He found himself wondering who wore these fine clothes. Remy surely didn’t use the mirror. There were a variety of styles Logan had never seen Remy wear. He was also fairly sure that Remy had lived alone before. Logan at least hadn’t encountered anyone else in the several days he’d been at the castle now.

Logan’s hands trailed over the clothes. They lingering on one particularly enticing dark blue silk shirt. He pulled it from the wardrobe and held it up to the moonlight that poured in from the windows. That’s when his eyes caught sight of the blood near the collar.

 He stared at it then brought it closer to the window where the light was a little brighter. Yes, that’s definitely dried blood there. He quickly returned to the wardrobe and began to examine each of the clothes in there. Most of them had small dabs of blood near the collars, some at the wrists. He stared at the shirt in his hand then at the rack in the wardrobe again. His head swiveled, looking at the large bed at the other end of the room. That would explain why the room was so empty.

Well, Logan should have known this was a possibility. Remy was a vampire, and the stories had to come from somewhere. This must be how Remy fed. And now he was so close to such a creature, was one himself.

How many people had once lived in this room? How long did they stay each time before Remy fed? Logan’s chest tightened and his throat closed up. He dropped the dark blue shirt and stumbled backward until his shoulders hit a stone wall. He then slid down to the floor and pulled at his hair. He would not cry. Why Logan as so determined not to cry when he was here, he wasn’t sure. Trying to hold it back gave him a headache though, which just made him feel worse. He couldn’t think about breathing. His mind stuck on his discovery and what this could mean. Those people had died in this room, hadn’t they? Was this the expectation now that Logan was a vampire? He would have to drain captured humans? Is that the only way he could get nourishment? Would Remy force him to do so?

Logan lost track of how long it had been before he felt cool, strong hands covering his. They gently pried Logan’s hands out of his hair.

“Shh, draga, it’s alright, you’re safe.”

Remy crouched in front of him. He gripped Logan’s hands together in his own and gently kissed his fingers.

“Breathe for me, draga. That’s it. Just breathe. That’s all you need to do.”

Remy moved both of Logan’s hands into one of his own to prevent more hair pulling. He sat on the floor and pulled Logan into his lap, cradling him. He wrapped both arms tightly around Logan and pinned his hands between their bodies. Remy rocked him back and forth, shushing into his hair, murmuring,

“Just breathe for me babe, just breathe…”

After a long while, Logan finally got a hold of his breath. Remy gently cupped Logan’s face with both hands and turned Logan toward him.

“Now, draga mea, would you like to talk about what has you so upset?”

Logan’s eyes shifted over to the still open wardrobe and the dark blue shirt in a heap on the floor.

“Ah,” Remy whispered. “You found my pets’ clothes.”

“Your pets!?” Logan exclaimed, pulling out of Remy’s embrace and scrambling across the floor.

His hand brushed against the dark blue silk, but he pushed it away from him.

“Is that how you refer to your victims? I haven’t seen anyone else here besides you. Did-did you kill them all?” Logan asked, struggling to keep his voice from shaking.

In a blink Remy was next to him again. His arms wrapped tightly around Logan’s body, rubbing his back.

“Shh, shh, draga mea, no…”

He pressed kisses against Logan’s hair, his face, his neck…

“Your concern is endearing but misplaced.”

Remy drew Logan even closer, nestling him sideways against his chest. He draped on long leg over his lap.

“Every single one of them was a hunter who would have staked me if given the chance.”

Logan frowned and gripped Remy’s shirt. The though of someone harming Remy hurt deep inside him and throughout his body. Remy continued in a soft voice.

“Instead, I make my enemies my friends,” He smirked a little as he referred to making them his friends.

“I bring them under my thrall and they willingly give me what I need. It’s much nicer that way.”

“But, how is that willingness if you’re controlling them?” Logan asked.

Remy smiled and showed his fangs.

“Control is a strong word for it. I make them happy.” Remy nuzzled the side of Logan’s neck.

“It’s a fair trade. I-we-give them more pleasure than they ever thought possible. They give blood to sustain us. That’s all it is. It’s much more fun that way anyways.”

Remy gently lifted Logan’s chin until their eyes met.

“That’s all it needs to be.”

Remy turned and suddenly called out, only slightly louder,

“You may come in now, my pet.”

The door to the chamber opened. Remy twisted around Logan on the floor, straddling him for a moment before standing. He pulled Logan up with him. A man waited in the doorway, eyes fixed on Remy’s. Logan breathed in deeply, tasting the sweet musky scent that poured off of him. He ran his tongue against his on fangs, wondering what the man might feel like in his arms. The man stood at attention, staring at Remy, lips parted. “Is it time?” he asked with an eager smile.

Remy watched how Logan’s eyes were trained on the man. He felt Logan’s muscles quiver under his fingertips as he stroked his spine. Remy let his hand rest at the small of his back. He leaned close and allowed his teeth to graze his fleshy lobe as he whispered into Logan’s ear,

“Are you hungry, draga mea?”

Logan growled low in his throat. Remy grinned and kissed him. He ran his tongue over Logan’s teeth and dragged a hand through his hair. He broke away and turned, addressing the man in the doorway. “On the bed.”

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*breaks water*

So, Saturday through Tuesday, I nailed down the first chapter. That's a little over 5,000 words of my write-to-spec. I feel pretty good for my first foray into this genre - if it were on Ao3, the tags would be monsterfucking, xeno, consentacles, and oviposition. The editor can use the program to look in on our work and make comments, but I only had a few things they wanted changed.

The kitties are integrating, and at the moment Dusty and Moki are silly-chasing around the house. They bat paws at each other, racing up and down the cat trees and she will hiss at him when he's too rambunctious for a little old ladycat. Beanie is still a holdout, but is less fierce now. He treats her carefully, rolling onto his back and making kitten-mews, extending his neck to touch noses.

Rain is coming, possibly over a week of it. It's been maybe 25 years since the last time that happened. I bought some Quick Dams for the front porch and the balcony, reamed out the drains again, and ought to be safe and dry. The designers of Los Angeles kind of forgot to account for rain. I wonder if Pacific Palisades is going to skid a bunch more expensive real estate onto the beach. Likewise the canyon streets always have landslides, lesser ones, or as anyone with sense would say 'red flags.'

"Oh, yes, let me build my ridiculously expensive house that looks like a white box office building in Benedict Canyon and- oops."

Work is still pretty busy, and we're moving more purchasing over to Mexico. A couple of manufacturers we were dealing with in China have simply fallen off the face of the earth and one of the reps I dealt with just said that he's not working for his company any longer. He did not say it in so many words, but I think they might have gone under. The other one was pushing us to take orders earlier, place new orders before the previous order was even delivered, and tried to change the payment terms. We were going to order after Lunar New Year, but there's a company here in the US with a smaller MOQ - pallet vs. container. Boss is happy about that.

Back to work.