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The Mistborn Saga by Brandon Sanderson (2006-2022)

For a thousand years the ash fell and no flowers bloomed. For a thousand years the Skaa slaved in misery and lived in fear. For a thousand years the Lord Ruler, the "Sliver of Infinity," reigned with absolute power and ultimate terror, divinely invincible. Then, when hope was so long lost that not even its memory remained, a terribly scarred, heart-broken half-Skaa rediscovered it in the depths of the Lord Ruler's most hellish prison. Kelsier "snapped" and found in himself the powers of a Mistborn. A brilliant thief and natural leader, he turned his talents to the ultimate caper, with the Lord Ruler himself as the mark. Kelsier recruited the underworld's elite, the smartest and most trustworthy allomancers, each of whom shares one of his many powers, and all of whom relish a high-stakes challenge. Only then does he reveal his ultimate dream, not just the greatest heist in history, but the downfall of the divine despot. But even with the best criminal crew ever assembled, Kel's plan looks more like the ultimate long shot, until luck brings a ragged girl named Vin into his life. Like him, she's a half-Skaa orphan, but she's lived a much harsher life. Vin has learned to expect betrayal from everyone she meets, and gotten it. She will have to learn to trust, if Kel is to help her master powers of which she never dreamed.

This saga dares to ask a simple question: What if the hero of prophecy fails?

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman (2013)

A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn't thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she'd claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse where she once lived, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.

Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire (1995-2011)

When Dorothy triumphed over the Wicked Witch of the West in L. Frank Baum’s classic tale, we heard only her side of the story. But what about her arch-nemesis, the mysterious Witch? Where did she come from? How did she become so wicked?

Gregory Maguire has created a fantasy world so rich and vivid that we will never look at Oz the same way again.

Wicked is about a land where animals talk and strive to be treated like first-class citizens, Munchkinlanders seek the comfort of middle-class stability, and the Tin Man becomes a victim of domestic violence. And then there is the little green-skinned girl named Elphaba, who will grow up to become the infamous Wicked Witch of the West—a smart, prickly, and misunderstood creature who challenges all our preconceived notions about the nature of good and evil.

The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice (1976-2018)

This is the story of Louis, as told in his own words, of his journey through mortal and immortal life. Louis recounts how he became a vampire at the hands of the radiant and sinister Lestat and how he became indoctrinated, unwillingly, into the vampire way of life. His story ebbs and flows through the streets of New Orleans, defining crucial moments such as his discovery of the exquisite lost young child Claudia, wanting not to hurt but to comfort her with the last breaths of humanity he has inside. Yet, he makes Claudia a vampire, trapping her womanly passion, will, and intelligence inside the body of a small child. Louis and Claudia form a seemingly unbreakable alliance and even "settle down" for a while in the opulent French Quarter. Louis remembers Claudia's struggle to understand herself and the hatred they both have for Lestat that sends them halfway across the world to seek others of their kind. Louis and Claudia are desperate to find somewhere they belong, to find others who understand, and someone who knows what and why they are.

Louis and Claudia travel Europe, eventually coming to Paris and the ragingly successful Theatre des Vampires--a theatre of vampires pretending to be mortals pretending to be vampires. Here they meet the magnetic and ethereal Armand, who brings them into a whole society of vampires. But Louis and Claudia find that finding others like themselves provides no easy answers and in fact presents dangers they scarcely imagined.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (1865-1876)

After a tumble down the rabbit hole, Alice finds herself far away from home in the absurd world of Wonderland. As mind-bending as it is delightful, Lewis Carroll’s 1865 novel is pure magic for young and old alike.

Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer (2001-2012)

Twelve-year-old Artemis Fowl is a millionaire, a genius—and, above all, a criminal mastermind. But even Artemis doesn't know what he's taken on when he kidnaps a fairy, Captain Holly Short of the LEPrecon Unit. These aren't the fairies of bedtime stories—they're dangerous! Full of unexpected twists and turns, Artemis Fowl is a riveting, magical adventure.

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman (2008)

Bod is an unusual boy who inhabits an unusual place--he's the only living resident of a graveyard. Raised from infancy by the ghosts, werewolves, and other cemetery denizens, Bod has learned the antiquated customs of his guardians' time as well as their ghostly teachings--such as the ability to Fade so mere mortals cannot see him.

Can a boy raised by ghosts face the wonders and terrors of the worlds of both the living and the dead?

The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan (1990-2013)

The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. In the Third Age, an Age of Prophecy, the World and Time themselves hang in the balance. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

When The Two Rivers is attacked by Trollocs—a savage tribe of half-men, half-beasts— five villagers flee that night into a world they barely imagined, with new dangers waiting in the shadows and in the light.

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman (1996)

Under the streets of London there's a place most people could never even dream of. A city of monsters and saints, murderers and angels, knights in armour and pale girls in black velvet. This is the city of the people who have fallen between the cracks.

Richard Mayhew, a young businessman, is going to find out more than enough about this other London. A single act of kindness catapults him out of his workday existence and into a world that is at once eerily familiar and utterly bizarre. And a strange destiny awaits him down here, beneath his native city: Neverwhere.

The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson (2010-present)

Roshar is a world of stone and storms. Uncanny tempests of incredible power sweep across the rocky terrain so frequently that they have shaped ecology and civilization alike. Animals hide in shells, trees pull in branches, and grass retracts into the soilless ground. Cities are built only where the topography offers shelter.

It has been centuries since the fall of the ten consecrated orders known as the Knights Radiant, but their Shardblades and Shardplate remain: mystical swords and suits of armor that transform ordinary men into near-invincible warriors. Men trade kingdoms for Shardblades. Wars were fought for them, and won by them.

One such war rages on a ruined landscape called the Shattered Plains. There, Kaladin, who traded his medical apprenticeship for a spear to protect his little brother, has been reduced to slavery. In a war that makes no sense, where ten armies fight separately against a single foe, he struggles to save his men and to fathom the leaders who consider them expendable.

Brightlord Dalinar Kholin commands one of those other armies. Like his brother, the late king, he is fascinated by an ancient text called The Way of Kings. Troubled by over-powering visions of ancient times and the Knights Radiant, he has begun to doubt his own sanity.

Across the ocean, an untried young woman named Shallan seeks to train under an eminent scholar and notorious heretic, Dalinar's niece, Jasnah. Though she genuinely loves learning, Shallan's motives are less than pure. As she plans a daring theft, her research for Jasnah hints at secrets of the Knights Radiant and the true cause of the war.

#best fantasy book #poll #mistborn #the ocean at the end of the lane #wicked #the vampire chronicles #alice’s adventures in wonderland #artemis fowl #the graveyard book #the wheel of time #never where #the stormlight archive

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Convenience Store Vampire, part 3

Part 1, Part 2

While I undertook the task of hauling a ghost out of its mortal shell (which was ridiculously hard, mind you), Hash held my parasol up with one hand and called someone with the other. We awkwardly shuffled into the shop, where I deposited the ghost, who was almost stable, into the storage cabinet. I thanked my lucky stars that spirits and ghosts were tiny, because he could barely lie down flat in it, despite being all of one and a half metres tall. (Or so I guessed. Another nice thing about vampirism was that it gave me the ability to estimate things with ridiculous accuracy.)

Hash hung up on her caller, and immediately began dialling another number. As she did, her features shifted and melted to become more wrinkled and concerned, taking on the form of a middle-aged woman in mom jeans and a t-shirt. (I had no idea how she shifted her clothes. One of the many mysteries of ‘shifter magic.)

“Hi?” She pitched her voice high, with a confused and anxious lilt. “I think I found a dead man? Yeah, he got rolled over or something? He's wearing an Exorcist uniform, I think? Erm, the address?” She paused, pretending to check the location. “I'm along Chesseri Lane, outside the Smiley Mart Convenience Store. What- What should I do? Oh, okay! Thank you, Officer, and may Ina bless your precious hearts.”

She hung up and grinned at her phone, her skin rippling to return to their original features. “Guess what, Davie? 'Em coppers fell right fer it! Gods, I love watching ‘em fall fer my tricks. Ya'd think three thousand years of dealin' with my kin' would prep ‘em for dealing with us tricks'ers, but nay!” She snickered gleefully to herself.

I frowned at her, though there was no real heat in my gaze. “Hash, I just watched you speak a perfectly unaccented sentence. Why do you persist in speaking that gods-awful pidgin? You've been making me endure that thing for so long, you know,” I chided her.

She giggled some more. “Ya sound like my boyfrien'! He's always bitchin' ‘bout the accent. By the by, he's the one I called. Figured ‘cos he's a spirit, he'd mask the scent of our ghostie here, don't ya think?”

Sometimes I forgot that for all her antics, Hash was both very old and very smart. “Yeah, that should work,” I said. “But will he make it in time? The Luxatian Exorcist Corps are notoriously fast, you know.”

She pondered that thought, then laughed it away. “I told ‘im to hurry. He'll make it just fine,” she replied casually.

Right on cue, the door jingled as it opened.

An old friend of mine always said that spirits were so solemn because they were likely to be mistaken for children otherwise, and I saw it to be true. Hash's boyfriend could easily have passed for a twelve-year-old had he not been wearing a neatly pressed suit and the most dour of expressions. As I met his golden eyes, I could feel the disdain pouring off him.

“You could give most vampires a run for their money in the superiority complex department,” I said, unable to clamp down on my overly enthusiastic tongue. The spirit gave me a stern glare, but it only made me laugh.

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Adventures of Superman #514 (July 1994)

"THE FALL OF METROPOLIS," Part 4! Metropolis is invaded by aliens! And werewolves! And Nazis! And Lois Lane dies! And Professor Hamilton loses a limb! Only one of these things ends up being true by the time the issue is over.

Metropolis is still in ruins after the explosive events of Action #700 (it's not like they can magically fix it from one issue to the next, right?) and on top of that, the city is now covered in so much fog that it's giving me Superman 64 flashbacks. But this is no regular fog: when some armed preppers walk through it, one of them suddenly hallucinates that his friends are alien invaders and kills them in a panic. Elsewhere, three soldiers are affected by the fog and start seeing everyone around them as "commies," the Viet Cong (so "commies" again), and werewolves (communist ones, presumably).

Superman stops a soldier from shooting a rabbi/imaginary werewolf, but the soldier sees him as a vampire while the rabbi thinks Superman is a Nazi (both solid Elseworlds premises).

While trying to contain all the people tripping balls around Metropolis, Superman runs into Lois, who's just chilling in the middle of the ruins. Just as Superman comments that he seems to be immune to whatever is making people hallucinate their worst fears, that trigger-happy prepper from before appears and shoots at them, thinking they're aliens (well, he's half right).

Superman just lets the bullets bounce off his chest... not noticing that one bounced in Lois' direction, fatally injuring her. NEXT: Reign of the Lois Lanes?!

Making matters worse, Ma and Pa Kent happen to stroll by, having seemingly traveled to war-torn Metropolis just to tell their son what a disappointment he is. Then Lex Luthor shows up too, with his luscious red locks inexplicably restored, and tells Superman none of this would have happened if he hadn't stolen Lois and Metropolis from him. Lex finally concedes that Metropolis is "Superman's city," but only because, as Superman just noticed, the city is full of nothing but corpses now.

Meanwhile, Professor Hamilton is having a tough time too: a prostitute has just shot him in the arm because she hallucinated that Hambone was her abusive pimp. Hamilton is rescued by a white-haired young lady who smacks the prostitute with a plank of wood. Ham and the girl jump into his car to escape the crazed crowd around them, but then he hallucinates his worst fear: not being able to operate a vehicle because the controls are too complicated.

"Also, I'm naked!"

The girl jump-starts the car's engine and they speed away from the crowd -- only to realize that being in a speeding car with someone who's hallucinating at the wheel isn't such a brilliant idea. They end up driving the car off a pier, and right before they do, we see that Ham happened to have a box full of something called "synthetic enzymes" on his back seat...

Back to Superman, he angrily flies into the sky with Luthor, who morphs into his old school bald self and goads Superman into killing him. Superman refuses to give in to hatred and delivers a speech about rebuilding a better, Lex-free Metropolis, causing Luthor to fade away, as does Lois' corpse. Right then, Hamilton and the white-haired girl come to tell Superman that they've figured out how to stop the hallucinations: no, not "facing and overcoming your deepest fears," but simply spreading that convenient "synthetic enzyme" throughout the city to negate the fog's effect.

(This is why I never leave the house without synthetic enzymes in my car since reading this issue.)

Superman makes the enzyme rain down over Metropolis and everything goes back to normal... except for Professor Hamilton who, to quote Arrested Development, is now "all right," because he lost his left arm. Superman and Hamilton figure out that the crazy fog was another one of Luthor's "fail-safes" in case he was ever defeated, like the killer robots that have been attacking Metropolis over the past weeks (Man of Steel #35 and Superman #91).

But there's still one fail-safe left, and it's a big one...

TO BE CONCLUDED!

Creator-Watch:

This month's issue of Adventures is guest-drawn by Peter Krause, who coincidentally also guest-drew Adventures and Superman exactly two years ago during the Agent Liberty two-parter. We'll see a little more Krause in the near future via another Adventures issue and the Metropolis S.C.U. miniseries… and maybe a LOT more in the not-so-near future if our plans to cover his Power of Shazam! ongoing series with Jerry Ordway in our newsletter come into fruition. (Don is a big fan and I've always been curious about it because 1) it's Ordway and 2) José "Gangbuster" Delgado is in it.)

Plotline-Watch:

The loss of Professor Hamilton's arm will be the longest-lasting consequence of Metropolis' destruction. (It will also be used to turn him into a villain after this era, but we won't be covering those issues and I'm glad.) I like that good ol' Ham is so absent-minded that he seems to have forgotten about his missing arm like five minutes after they amputated it. He also forgot that his hair is supposed to be grey, apparently.

There's a dark irony to Hamilton losing a limb after being shot by a prostitute, considering that Adventures #425, his second appearance, was about him kidnapping a "strumpet" at gunpoint out of desperation after Luthor stole his invention. He did his time and got his shit together after that, though.

Yes, Luthor's final fail-safe is the Awesome Kryptonian Battle Robot, which was built in ancient Krypton, sent to the Phantom Zone, ended up in the Fortress of Solitude (where Professor Hamilton used it to play tag with robots), and was most recently used by the powerless, recently resuscitated Superman to walk from Antactica to Metropolis during "Reign of the Supermen." I guess Superman sorta lost track of it after that, but to be fair he did have a lot on his mind at that point.

At S.T.A.R. Labs, Dr. Kitty "Rampage" Faulkner tells Superman that right before Project Cadmus was destroyed (as far everyone knows, anyway), they used some fantastic sci-fi technology called a "modem" to send S.T.A.R. their info on the cure to the Clone Plague. Despite Luthor being a dick in and out of Superman's hallucinations, Superman still makes sure he's delivered to S.T.A.R. at the end of the issue so they can apply the cure (though we already know he won't stay there for long).

"Mardis" up there is Dr. Jean Louis Mardis from the recent S.T.A.R. Corps miniseries, who is somehow still employed by S.T.A.R. despite trying to pass off alien tech as his own inventions, accidentally turning a bunch of regular people into superpowered freaks and nearly causing an AI to conquer the world. S.T.A.R., which has also employed Hamilton in the recent past, seems to be big on second opportunities.

As far as I can tell, that white-haired young lady who has a weird amount of protagonism in this issue Never Showed Up Again. [EDIT: k9feline reminded me in the comments that she DOES show up again, with her rock band! Shame on me.] Given the color of her hair, her surprising skill with machines, and the fact that she keeps calling Professor Hamilton "pops," I'm gonna assume she's supposed to be his secret lovechild (with a prostitute?).

Big Belly Burger sighting! "Eat 'em!"

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Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

We open with the cover, and it’s a pretty affecting one, a pieta style pose with a massive Superman mourning an apparently grievously injured Lois Lane. Very emotional, and pretty restrained, in terms of '90s-excesses—in the hands of a lesser artist, the idea of Lois’ tattered clothes would be treated as titillating rather than sorrowful, so it’s an effective choice that Barry Kitson makes here.

The cover is all the Kitson we get, as the interiors are handled by Pete Krause, a terrific artist, and soon-to-be companion of Jerry Ordway on the excellent Power of Shazam! series. Though I think his sharpest work is ahead of him, his pencils are solid throughout this issue, an interesting middle ground between the shadowy slickness of someone like Stuart Immonen (indeed, I don’t remember Krause ever looking so much like Immonen), and the pure linework of someone like Tom Grummett. The shot of Superman rescuing the old man is a great one. Our introduction to Lois Lane in the story is also a cute panel, as Superman greets her with a (fairly wide) open mouth kiss.

The image of Professor Hamilton getting shot in the arm is something of a mixed bag—the expression of pain is great, but it also doesn’t actually show him getting shot (the drawing appears to indicate that he was only grazed by the bullet) but we later learn that the injury is so severe his arm must be amputated. [Max: I also got the impression that the injury wasn't so severe, but the girl does mention that Ham spent "hours" looking for Superman without getting medical attention, so that didn't help.]

The smoke is well used as a framing device for the dream sequences, as both the cause of the hallucinations, and a good way of demonstrating the dream like quality that feverish fantasy lends. The panel of a majestic Lex II is particularly well done.

The best panel in the book might be on page 16, where an enraged Superman flies Lex II up up and away, and Lex’s roses fall to Earth, giving a real sense of height and motion.

The pages where Superman puts Hamilton’s cure into action are great, as Superman soars into action, and creates a water spout to deliver the cure.

Finally, I always love seeing the Mignola-designed Kryptonian battle suit in action, and it’s an efficient piece of storytelling that Lex picked it up when it was just abandoned on the harbour in the "Reign of the Superman" storyline.

I’m not generally a fan of dream sequences as I often find them to be indulgent writing, and also inconsequential plotting—they rarely mean anything more than actual dreams do. But this issue on the whole wasn’t as frustrating as some fever dream issues can be, as Karl Kesel deftly uses Superman’s nightmarish doubts to fuel action that did matter to the plot.

SPEEDING BULLETS:

Though the film is decades away, the alien infected soldiers from Jeff Scully’s chemically induced reverie look for all the world like the Orcs from the unrelentingly terribly 2017 movie from future terrible Superman writer Max Landis, Bright.

I can’t remember a time when a one-off character got so many name mentions as Jeff Scully, who gets identified no fewer than three times in the book. I wonder if it was a buddy of Karl Kesel’s perhaps. [Max: Since he's obsessed with aliens, I always took it as a little X-Files shout out.]

Then on the other end of the spectrum, we’re introduced to the lady in the headband who pulls a Thelma and Louise off a pier with Professor Hamilton, but in spite of having pages of dialogue, is never given a name, that I can find.

The “baker to alpha” soldier is a dead ringer for Pork Chop Hill era Gregory Peck, in my estimation.

I’m not entirely sure who I’d cast as Emil Hamilton, but in the final pages of this story, he looks a lot like Awakenings era Robin Williams to me.

I had forgotten exactly how Hamilton lost his arm, I just remember that he suddenly had a robot arm. It’s a bit odd that a high tech character like him loses his arm to plain old gunfire.

Am I alone in being confused why the toxin was able to affect Superman’s super-efficient system? Though he needs to breathe, traditionally, he’d never show much vulnerability to gases in past stories. [Max: I guess it's possible that Lex intentionally designed it to be strong enough to affect Superman, and the military rejected it when they were like "uh, why does the budget include a $100 million 'Kryptonian respiratory system research' item...?"]

GODWATCH: A very overt reference to the almighty from our Holocaust survivor elderly man, thanking both God and Superman for dispelling the fear toxin—complete with a literal and symbolic rainbow after the storm.

One wonders if Lex’s weaponized fear toxin was in any way based off of Batman villain Scarecrow’s concoction. Seems like a missed opportunity, though it’s a pretty jam packed issue.

#superman #karl kesel #peter krause #ron mccain #emil hamilton #kitty faulkner #s.t.a.r. labs #ma kent #pa kent #awesome kryptonian battle robot #clone plague #fall of metropolis #big belly burger #riot grrrl case #gals who DID show up again #imaginary communist werewolves

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mpixx · 9 days

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cattonquick buffy au pt. 3 (feat eddie as angel)

"According to my research..." Oliver leans over the map, pencil in his mouth. "It should be located right about..." He taps the map. "Here."

Felix checks the map. "I think it's on the other side. Eddie said..."

Oliver's voice turns serious. "You really shouldn't be hanging out with that guy."

Felix gives Oliver a little sideways glance that the watcher seems to miss. His jaw is set, then he looks up to Felix.

"What?" Oliver says.

Felix smiles. It's a little cute when he's jealous.

"I'm just saying, as your watcher, that it raises concerns that a vampire - who you know cannot be trusted - is giving you all this..." Oliver makes airquotes "friendly advice..."

Felix sits back, folding his arms in front of his chest. "It's just intel. And it helps, doesn't it? Without his help, we never would have found that lair."

"...in dark alleyways in the middle of the night as well..." Oliver continues like he didn't even listen to what Felix just said.

"Well, he's a vampire, he can't give me intel over Sunday breakfast."

Oliver's face sours.

"Well, as your watcher..."

"You're supposed to research demons, not chaperone my private life."

"So now this Eddie guy is your private life? You just said it's just intel."

He's never experienced Oliver get so...intense.

"You're not jealous, are you?"

"I'm not jealous, Felix. I'm your watcher. It just raises concerns."

"You said that."

Then, Oliver suddenly switches lanes.

"You know guys like that only want one thing, right?"

"Guys like that?"

"Yeah. You know, older guys."

Felix cocks his head to the side. He smirks. "You're older."

Oliver sputters. "That..."

"Do you only want one thing?"

Something very complicated is happening with Oliver's face.

"No," he finally says.

"What makes you think I mind?" Felix asks. "If he "only wants that"?"

"I just don't like the vampire bit."

"So you wouldn't mind if it was someone else?"

"It's none of my business, is it?"

"Well..."

"Ok," Oliver says, tapping the map. "You think it's on the other side?"

Felix sighs. "Yeah."

#buffy au #cattonquick #my fic

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enigmawriteswhump · 6 months

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The Last Librarian

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Rain was a dichotomy for me. I loved using an umbrella, swirling it around in my hands as I walked. But I also disliked the soggy, grey clouds hanging above me. The warm-weather part of me wanting the sun to paint my skin with its tan.

Still, my day is like the rest, until my shift is cancelled at the library. I feel bereft.

It's my day. Lucas is going to miss me. I can't let him down. Not when I want to hear his thoughts of Dragon's Son. I just know he's loved it.

Sarah said that there was another venue who wanted to rent out the library today - and until next Wednesday too. But I am rather inclined to go anyway.

The library was a sore thumb of the shopping district. One of those creaky, stately houses, with an outside furnished like an old mansion. One of those buildings the government liked to take up and reuse as a public building.

Perhaps it was why I was so drawn to it as a child. That I would become a Lucy Pevensey and discover a magic in the building that would save me from the tragedy of normalcy. It was a multi-storey building, but the upper levels had been off limits to me when I signed up as a volunteer. I'd wanted to search curiously... But after looking at the amount of dust on the stairs, I was inclined to doubt the stability of them.

Still, looking at the building, there was a distinct lack of life there. The window's curtains were drawn, and the whole lane felt eerily secluded. But the weird thing was, the car park was almost full at the back. You had to walk past it to get to the library and it backed onto the park I played at as a kid. Well, until vandalism hit it like a battering ram.

But still, there were no lights on. I didn't like it. And while I could see a "Library closed sign", I felt indignant. Sarah could have told me last week, but no.

I'd promised Lucas.

He was going to be here any minute. I wasn't going to disappoint him. Not from some silly out-of-the-blue event that she couldn't care to tell me about sooner.

Darkness was coming rapidly, the days of summer far behind us. Suddenly, I see a light turn on dimly inside. On the second floor. And then a few more on the first. Perfect.

I purse my lips. If the company wasn't using the entire first floor, then I could go in and grab Lucas a new book. It wouldn't hurt if I asked, right?

It was probably one of those stuffy meetings, with men in suits. One man pointing at boards with pie charts and graphs on.

I sigh, and tug on the door practically twice my size, stepping into the foyer.

I blink. My breath freezes.

A hundred eyes turn to look at me.

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I don't think what aptly described my reaction could have been shock. It boarded on both hysteria, and ice-cold fear.

There was a lot of people here.

And they'd torn down my bookshelves. My displays are gone. The old ceiling fan is torn away, replaced by a stupidly guady chandelier. There's a few men in work shirts hanging up something glowy on the walls. Fairy lights? A few people arranging tables. The carpet has been newly replaced. The gold inlays look so posh I feel bad just standing on it.

And there, in the middle of this whirlwind chaos, is - is - a creature pressing something against someone's neck. But they're not lips, no, they look like fangs. That couldn't be possible, because this isn't a movie set.

Vampires don't exist.

But the blissful expression on the person having those wicked-looking teeth in their neck, was far more petrifying.

They weren't trying to leave. They weren't screaming. If anything, they were practically falling into the - the Vampire's grasp.

As if the casual way of supping someone's lifeblood was a normal occurrence. My mouth is gaping. The lanyard holding my electronic pass flutters to the floor. My heart is stuttering. Faltering. I feel sweat trickle past my fingers.

My eyes are frantic, darting to the poster against the wall of the entry way.

"Human, Fae and all other kin. Auction Wednesday 31st."

"Best prices, best quality, best ethics."

"Finest purebreds seen in over a century."

I'm backing away, the book and Lucas forgotten. The eyes that followed me are numb, unaware, apart from a few narrowed pairs. They stand still. I edge another step backwards.

"Sarah didn't say anything about one of hers coming in." a monotone voice made me gasp as they stepped forward, a clipboard in hand.

"You think she sent us a snack?" a grinning woman slithered beside the man, who also seemed far more awake than the others. They had resumed doing their tasks. As if the woman vampire who was leisurely wiping their mouth with blood - red dyed treacle, right? - was completely sane. As if we all hadn't just witnessed what was essentially cannibalism. Right?

"Doesn't seem to be on the list. But," the man sniffed the air, a small sigh breezing past his lips, "I'm surprised this one isn't, considering the quality."

Inanely, my body feels wrong, as if I'm waiting for someone to tell me the truth. That in the corners were cameras. That Sarah had just pranked me big time, and this was just one of those insipid reality TV shows she watched.

The woman sniffed too, in a way that reminded me of a big cat smelling a small, harmless cub.

"Oh, I see what you mean. She does smell good. Might be even a double AA, if we're lucky. What do you reckon? Sarah might be upset we've stolen her volunteer."

The man looks at me again, eyes drawing across my body in a particularly invasive way, his gaze which focuses on my neck in particular. I flinch backwards.

"Too valuable. Don't know how she's hidden from the scouters though."

"Does it matter?" the woman is slinking forward, and suddenly I realise that this is my time to run.

Run.

"Oh, darling, you don't need to run now. You're going to start feeling sleepy, and docile now. Will you tell me your name?" her voice was soft, syrupy, and there's a flutter. She really was very beautiful, and I could feel myself leaning towards that sotto voice.

Run. Lucas.

I blink, my sense of self returning, and I'm chucking my bag at the woman. There's a growl as she fumbles with it, but it leaves me enough time to skid through the door.

I'm unsure of the sight of the dozen cars on one side, and I freak out looking at the way to the park. No one is there. But here, to my left, there's dozen wheels, a dozen places to hide in the mechanical forest. If someone was there, inside their cars, I could reach them. They could protect me.

I sprint forward, panting by the time I roll past two rows of cars, hunching over to conceal myself.

Where was Theo's big, hulking Bentley when you needed it?

My breath jars as I duck between two cars, rolling under a rangerover. Gravel bites into my bare shoulders and I wince. I bite my cheek, withholding my girlish squeal. I hope that in the darkness, the woman can't find me.

But her calling sounds much similar to a lioness on the hunt.

"Come on out, dear, we won't hurt you. I promise." but there's a feral edge to her voice and I quiver, huddling into the ground.

"Damn it. I do not have the patience to chase after you." her voice is sharp as firecrackers, and I can't tell how far away she is from me. I can only hear silence. She's taken off her heels. My stomach drops.

"I don't have the patience or time of a normal Scout, you know, human. I don't do the whole hypnotism crap. I organise. I plan. I create visions for others. But I don't enthrall."

I would have peaked from under the car had I any strength of will, to gauge how many cars more I needed to roll over to. To peer into a window that wasn't empty of humanity.

But then I do hear steps, those almost quiet scuffles getting fainter and fainter. My body is in action, rolling away. Crawling in a mimicry of a child, using my hands and knees to the car in front. This time it's a big Toyota, and I pray that if I shuffle under, I could see something on the ground I could use as a weapon.

So far, my fingers only scrabbled on a tin can's tab and I wrap my fingers around it. The cool metal presses against my skin, and I squeeze it.

I screech as I'm yanked back by my hair, nerves on fire from such rough treatment as I'm pulled into the road. Racking waves of agony makes me moan as I see the fire-haired female grin wickedly.

"Gotcha. Don't try to run, kid. It's over."

A flurry of indignation makes me snarl, and the tab in my hand strikes against the woman's face, catching the edge of her chin. Blood drips down, as her lips peel back in a chilling sneer.

"Fuck you!" I growl, and twist out of her grip, even as I can feel my roots tearing in protest. My eyes sting as I stagger away, trying to pick up speed. Trying not to feel deadly glad I dared to mark her. That mark was for the human she was feeding on. And for the many more she'd take from.

I'm about to make it to the road leading into the shops before I feel a sting against the back of thigh. Dragging my eyes down, I see a sort of dart piercing through my trouser leg.

Shit.

With a second of hesitation, I yank away the dart, gasping as it slides from my throbbing flesh. I could feel a trickle of blood warming the side of my fingers. I feel dizzy just smelling my blood.

The needle was as big as half of my thumb, and I throw it away in disgust. Bastards.

I look up and that man was there, his fingers curled around a nasty barreled gun.

I freeze.

"Stay right there."

My heart stutters again, and my wheezes fill the air. Asthma had never troubled me much since I was a child, something I thought was almost dormant.

But I'm wheezing now, the chill of the air curling against my lungs.

"Now, now..." the man's words seemed kinder, that monotone voice disappearing, "You're safe now. We won't hurt you." he steps forward, and he drops his gun.

I stay still, searching for the woman. She was the one who'd just dragged me from under the car. But I can't see her. Where was she?

"I - I -" I'm not ready for the tears creeping into my words, "Please don't -"

"Shhh, just listen to my voice. Look here, Dahila. Focus. Look at my fingers. Look at them. You're feeling tired, sleepy. Look at me. Look, Dahlia. You want to listen to me, Dahlia." there's a finger stroking my wrist, light circles, and a dizzying sensation. I'm able to look up at him, meeting soothing green eyes. Eyes of a forest. He's suddenly far too near, a musky scent invading my senses.

"There we are. Yes, look at me. You're doing so well. Focused on me now," I keep my eyes locked away, trying to force myself to focus on the street lamp.

"Oh, you can look away. Look away if it's more comfortable." but a glint brings me to his fingers, weaving in the air like shadow puppets to a child.

I gasp uneasily. I had loved playing shadow puppets.

Those patterns begin again, in, out, in, out, duck, weave... And the voice warms my jack-knifing heart.

"Hmmm yes, here we are, look at my fingers there, look at the pretty shapes."

I feel myself almost swaying to his rhythm, almost instinctively to match him. Why were we swaying? What did I need to remember? But I couldn't. What was it. But those shadows dancing before my vision were waves of light and dark. Charcoal against summer. Waves lapping from sea foam. A feeling of that easy compliance, the one mum used to practice on me. His welcoming smell. Colonge.

"So you are a well behaved one, aren't you? You like being called sweet, docile, don't you Dahlia."

I almost sway at his warmth, curling into his dulcet strokes.

"Oh Dahlia, you are nothing but calm. Wanting to look at me. You're wanting to sleep. To listen. Watch me, listen to me. Calm now." I'm closer to him now, cotton brushing my chin, fingers briefly brushing my cheek.

"That's it, keep listening now. You're so very calm, aren't you?" his fingers are flickering across my vision, so quickly, so easily calming, leaving sensation. A pulsating need to follow, focusing. Focus. I wasn't missing something. I'm calm, a good girl.

But as I watch him, those pretty fingers, that soft lulling stroke, that same stroke down my hand. I fall into the sensation, his kind touch soothing in a peace I hadn't felt until I was so young. His voice creeping, seeking refuge in my body. But that wasn't right. I was needing to run... But what from? This man was so lovely. Smelled so nice. So calming. It was nice, this feeling of weight lifting. That weight that was always there shifting. Lifting.

" That's it, yes... Keep listening to me, that is it. Good girl, Dahlia. So calm, so quiet, such a good little one, yes. Yes, my little one. Calm now, my sweet." words are blurring, and I'm floundering under his calmness. He was so soothing. So kind.

No worries now, no times or worries or places to be. Nothing more. This moment now, where I existed. Boat upon the waves. His lulling voice. There's nothing else.

Such light movements on my wrist has wound to my face, and I feel a tender stroke against my cheek. A small hum. But that wasn't right. I couldn't be enjoying the way his fingers worked their way into my hair, that lazy hum he seemed to be emitting mimicking mine. But it felt so nice. Just to be touched so gently. To have fingers fondly trickle through my hair.

"Oh darling," he breathed, a catch in his voice, "There now... There now, such a good little one. Following my voice, eyes on me. So sleepy, so calm, needing to listen to me. Listen to me, yes, Dahlia. Close your eyes, give me everything, yes. Good now, rest. Rest now, little one. You are safe, so safe." I'm leaning into him, and I feel my world sway as I float. I'm floating, floating so serenely I can't remember the last time the lights had ever flown over my head. A still, moving chest against my cheek.

Lights look so pretty as they hang above me. Fireflies between closed eyes.

"That's a good little one, close your eyes now, rest. Focus just on me now." shifting closer, loosing my weight, leaning, "Oh, no no, you are calm, so calm. You want to sleep, you want to obey, my little one. It gives you pleasure when you obey, so close your eyes little Dahlia, close them. And sleep. Sleep. Shhh. Focus now, focus... "

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Welp, that took a bit longer to write! But I hope you enjoyed!

[Go to @oliversrarebooks for the source of this inspiration!]

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#Enigma writes #whump #Vampire whump #Human whumpee #my writing #Fantasy whump #The Last Librarian

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-- Junu ootin' stars break the mold It's a cool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now but wait till you get older But t he meteor men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin The water's getting warm so you might as well swim My world's on fire How 'bout yours That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored Hey, now, you're an all-star {Shouting} Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold {Belches} Go! Go! {Record Scratching} Go. Go.Go. Hey, now, you're an all-star Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold -Think it's in there? -All right. Let's get it! -Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? -Yeah, ! I'm an orge! You know. "Grab your torch and pitchforks." Doesn't that bother you? -Nope. -Really? -Really, really. -Oh. -Man, I like you. What's you name? -Uh, Shrek. -Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-uttons. -All right then. Who's hiding them? -Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man? -The muffin man? -The muffin man. -Yes, I know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? -Well, she's married to the muffin man. -The muffin man? -The muffin man! -She's married to the muffin man. {Door opens} -My lord! We found it. -Then what are you waiting for? Bring it in. {Man grunting} {Gasping} -Oh! -Magic mirror - - -Don't tell him a \ adas And getting caught in the rain -Princess Fiona. If you're not into yoga -She's perfect. All I have to do is just find someone who can go - - -But I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night. -I'll do it. -Yes, but after sunset - - -Silence! I will make this Princess Fiona my queen, and DuLoc will finally have the perfect king! Captain, assemble your finest men. We're going to have a tournament. -But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc. I told ya I'd find it. -So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle. -Uh-huh. \

Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

次の日、私は寝室で目覚めました。雪が降ってまた雨が降ってきました。私は棺の扉を開け、持っていた瓶から血を飲みました。私の棺は黒い黒檀で、中には端に黒いレースが付いたホットピンクのベルベットがありました。私は棺から出て、パジャマとして使っていた巨大なMCR Tシャツを脱ぎました。代わりに、私は黒い革のドレスを着て、五芒星のネックレス、コンバットブーツ、そして黒い網タイツを着ました。ピアスを4つつけ、髪をボサボサお団子のような形にまとめました。

私の友人のウィロー (AN: レイヴンはあなたです!) が目を覚まし、私に笑いました。彼女は腰まで届く長い漆黒の黒髪をピンクの縞模様で翻し、森のような緑色の目を開いた。彼女はマリリン・マンソンのTシャツを着て、黒のミニパンツを着て、網タイツを履いて、とがったハイヒールのブーツを履いていた。私たちは化粧をします（黒の口紅、白のファンデーション、黒のアイライナー）。

「OMFG、昨日あなたがドラコ・マルフォイと話しているのを見ました！」彼女は興奮して言いました。

「ええ？それで？」私は顔を赤らめながら言いました。

「ドラコは好きですか？」私たちがスリザリンの談話室を出て大広間に入るとき、彼女は尋ねました。

fun fact i got a strike on my twitch for reading this during a stream. i got to chapter 20 something and i like to think that a member of twitch staff had to suffer through it.

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purplesigebert · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Erica!

I hope your day is full of good food, friends, Willow and Pen snuggles and the Sims @bellemorte180!

I've been working on something for you!

like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me

Title is from Taylor Swift, obvi, and can be applied to both Bonnie and Klaus from Caroline's perspective.

Outsider pov, gold rush elements, and dark elements thrown in for you. Hope you like it!

San Francisco, 1852

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, making her glance around the dank alley. This night was truly going from bad to worse. Fog was rolling in and the heels of her boots squelched in the mud. Between one thought and the next, a downpour blinked into existence, turning the already slick mud road into a treacherous path. The witch grimaced as her dark hair came loose from her up do and hung around her face. She muttered a spell under her breath to keep herself from being soaked.

She was not looking forward to cleaning the debris from her hem, and there was an appointment on the other side of town that she could not be late for. The agreement between the species was only being held together by a thread. The wolves were getting testy and the vampires were breaking the fragile treaty more recklessly than ever. The locals could not be harmed, though with the sudden influx of migrants, hoping to become rich from gold, the line of who was and was not an acceptable meal was becoming blurred.

The Original Family was not being helpful. Her coven had been hopeful that Elijah would have a plan to rein in Klaus, but Bonnie had doubts on his capability, given past events. There was a reason that the dark-haired Original’s was known to sacrifice everything for his Machiavellian younger brother. Not to mention that Kol had recently arrived from New Orleans, and where he went, trouble and chaos followed. She didn’t know how to feel about how his eyes would trace her figure as they sat in the same coven meeting.

The coven Elders thought that vampires were abominations and aberrations in nature, but even they could not refuse the vast resources of grimoires and magical knowledge that Kol Mikaelson had amassed over his long life.

She stumbled to a stop in the middle of the alleyway, or she would have if she wasn’t trying to stop her boots from sinking further into the muck. There sitting in a perfect circle of moonlight was the lapis lazuli engagement ring that Caroline had found while panning for gold in the river last week. Her blonde friend had told her of a mysterious figure in the fog that kept watching her, waiting, in case she needed help; if she fell in and was carried downriver, unable to fight the strong current, her legs caught in the long length of her voluminous skirts.

The ring that Bonnie had watched her friend send back to Klaus; multiple times, each with a fond eye roll and a reminder that she was being courted by Mr. Donovan. Bonnie did not know who her blonde friend was trying to convince more, Klaus Mikaelson or herself. The actions and words that she spoke to and of him were more teasing than rebuking. The looks exchanged across the market square and the drawings he left for her showed that he was courting Caroline as well, even if she was not verbally acknowledging his suit.

Bonnie followed the drops of blood that littered the ground, that began at the ring, then melding into a trail, to find that they led to the massacred body of Matthew Donovan.

In truth, massacred was a…. kind word for the scene that she was currently gaping at. The Mikaelsons knew the importance of being discreet; so why was Mr. Donovan’s entrails spread across the dirty lane, his heart in a corner, and his throat torn out?

The smell of dead leaves and blood in the air intensified as a vampire whooshed in front of her. His sandy blond hair was curling in the front, and there were a few drops of blood dotting his collar. Not for the first Bonnie mused on how vampires were truly unassuming creatures, their prey didn’t know how truly in over their heads they were, right until their last moments. The Mikealson were prime examples of this.

Her heart thumped at the shock of his sudden appearance before she glared at the man in front of her.

“Why am I not surprised that this,” she gestured to the eviscerated body lying between them, “was your fault?”

“Come now Miss Bennett, I thought that with your acquaintance with Kol, you would be willing to give me the benefit of the doubt.”

She scoffed at him, “Kol and I’s relationship is none of your business. Your time would be better managed concerning yourself with Caroline's reaction to this.”

She motioned to the bloody mass of flesh.

He smirked, “I am not worried about sweet Caroline’s response; besides, she has never quite hid her blushes around me well enough. In time you will learn, that I always get what I want, little witch, and that something as minuscule as a milquetoast suitor, is not an obstacle that bores thinking of.”

Bonnie hadn’t a high opinion of Matthew Donovan but still he hadn’t deserved to die; she would have settled for sending him on a permanent mission to Europe. It was clear now, why Rebekah had been spending so much time with the human, when it was rumoured that she had a lover named Marcel back in New Orleans. It likely hadn’t taken too much of an effort from the blonde vampire to convince Donovan to cease ingesting his daily dose of vervain.

The foolish man likely hadn’t even realized that his ring was missing.

His death was inevitable, but perhaps it wouldn’t have been so gruesome if he had been faithful to Caroline.

“Perhaps Caroline will say that she needs time to process the sudden death of her beau, or more likely, she will use the mourning period as an excuse to turn me away from her door. Regardless, I have all the time in the world to wait for her; she has expressed an interest in turning.”

He glanced down at the bloody, beautiful ring. “Quite an interesting coincidence that that ring found its way to Caroline.“

In the distant Californian hills, a wolf howled. The rain was slowing, the wind stilling.

“It was a pleasure speaking with you Miss Bennett, I will see you at the meeting, we must do everything we can to protect the town, I have heard that there is a crazed murderer on the loose!”

There was a manic smile on his face as he sketched a shallow bow before walking over, placing a kiss on her knuckles, and speeding away. Bonnie shivered when she saw the remnants of Matthew’s blood on her hands.

She found it difficult to pry her heels from the mud, evidence of how long she had been standing there talking to Caroline’s terrifyingly resolute admirer.

#gold rush #klaroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #matt donovan #bonnie bennett #the vampire diaries #my work #gabby's writing

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mostlikelytofangirl · 11 months

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20 Questions Writer Meme

Tagged by @unfortunatelycake, thanks girl!

How many works do you have on AO3? 28 written by me and one I'm credited as co-author but didn't really wrote.

What's your total AO3 word count? 928,907.

What fandoms do you write for? Currently only for MDZS, but I've also written for Boueibu.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "All men are the same" MDZS nieyao. A comedy of errors where JGS tries to get NMJ and JGY married but it's all a misunderstanding with each one having his own version of what's going on. "Strong roots for a pine" MDZS nieyao. Accidental baby acquisition by MY keeping the baby he found during the war and changing his decisions and priorities. "Brother, don't preach" MDZS sangcheng, 3zun. Modern omegaverse with NHS getting accidentally pregnant during one of JC's visits and 3zun caring for him until JC returns from studing in another city. "To hold your hand and let it guide me" MDZS nieyao. Extra scene of 'All men are the same' where JGY is back in Qinghe and the dumbasses finally confess their feelings. "When the fire plays with you" MDZS ruoyao. After some tabloid headlines, CEO WRH convinces his temporary assistant MY to troll the entire city via a fake relationship. MY gets much more than he bargained for.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I do! Bc if the reader has gone out of their way to let me know that they appreciate my story, the least I can do is letting them know in turn that I appreciate their support ^^.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Whoo, this took me down some memory lanes lol. That'd be "Say you love me like you mean it", a Boueibu akorima vampire AU where one doesn't remember their past lives as lovers.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That's a very good question bc most my stuff has a happy, or at least a hopeful ending. I don't really think there's one that's particularly happier than the rest :P.

Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, which I'm very grateful for.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Technically, the answer is yes, but this far it has only been in convos with very close friends and just one tame-ish scene. I do have fics that will be E tho.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't really write crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Luckily, no. That I know of, at least.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, actually! - "All men are the same" to Brazilian Portuguese (wattpad) - "Strong roots for a pine" to Spanish

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I'm credited as co-author in "Going digital", a Boueibu Digimon AU, but it was @magiccatprincess doing the actual writing, I just helped plot it ^^;.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I can't say I have an all-time fave bc my level of how much I love it changes every time I change hyperfixations. But in my current fandom I'd say nieyao, bc it was one of the first ships I fell for and it is still one I'm hella into, like a default.

What's a wip that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Ooh boy. I have lots of wips that I do intent on finishing one day, but tbh I fear that I'll get obsessed with another thing before I can get to them orz.

What are your writing strenghts? I guess that when I am inspired and very obsessed I can write a lot in a relatively short time, and I can adapt and improvise as I go. I've made plot critical changes in the middle of a story that was already getting posted without it showing too much lol.

What are your writing weaknesses? My aforementioned dependence on my level of obsession for a fic to get completed. If another fandom catches my eye and heart while I have unfinished fics, those are done for. My motivation for a previous fandom is pretty much non-existent when I'm neck deep into another thing, all my energy is now poured into new fandom with new fics and ideas.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Not a big fan of it and I don't really do it beyond names or expressions ('et tu', 'touché', etc.)

First fandom you wrote for? Boueibu.

Favorite fic you've ever written? This answer also changes depending on what fandom I'm in at the moment. But rn I'd say "Black hole sun", a MDZS alternative Guanyin temple scene with fierce corpse WRH bc I like the instrospection I do in JGY's character and choices (and also him getting to live :')))).

Tagging: @jgydidnothingwrong, @thebiscuiteternal, @wishthefish and whoever else wants to do this!

#tagged #mdzs #bc that's mostly what this is about lol

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syncopein3d · 4 months

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Left Alone Part 13: Cabin

Tropes/content warnings: M for mature themes overall. Tropes/content warnings: vampire whumpee/caretaker, male whumpee/caretaker, non-binary whumpee/caretaker, morbidity or thoughts of death. There will be a lot of play with, and discussion of, the concept of consent in this series, as it applies to many topics. Mostly we're talking about consent to be bitten, but being bitten in this universe varies from "mild discomfort" through "multiple climaxes" and I don't know where the story will end up yet, so I think it's important to be clear.

In this episode: angst, fainting, exhaustion, low blood sugar.

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Part 12: Drive

The Heart of Snoqualmie Lodge wasn’t busy in March, the beginning of the off-season for skiing and not quite into camping and fishing time yet, but there were cars scattered around the parking lot. The building had a taller middle section, the original building, and a pair of two-story wings sticking out to either side. Dawn was still a couple of hours off.

Arden hadn’t swerved into the rumble strip for a while, but the effort of keeping the car in the middle of the lane had plainly told. The instant they were parked, Tolly was out and around to open the driver’s-side door, so he caught Arden as they half-fell out of the driver’s seat. Their cheek thumped into his shoulder, hands grabbing at him for balance.

“Careful,” Tolly said, for the second time in as many hours.

“I don’t need help. There’s nothing wrong with me,” Arden said, pushing away from him. Black Tolly, who could smell the acrid hint of stale adrenaline and the absolute pins-and-needles torment of the bleeding inside of Arden’s lip where they’d bitten it, did not comment. He just followed Arden into the lobby to show the night clerk a smile made irresistible by the return of his full glamour, so he could make sure they got one of the cabins out back, where they could pull the Kia around and right up to the door.

Arden would not be persuaded to let him drive them around to re-park, so he tried not to break the door handle with his grip as Arden nosed the Kia shakily around to park at an awkward angle to the cabin. It was one room and a bathroom with a tiny shower, but at least it was private. There was no one occupying the ones to either side.

“That clerk was really into you,” they said, as they stumbled in hauling the two reusable shopping bags. Tolly had managed to grab his duffel and Arden’s spinner and knapsack while Arden was unlocking the cabin door.

“The Eye of Rule protects you. You see me as I am,” Tolly said, laying down Arden’s things by the bed further from the door. “There are few who can deny me otherwise.” The little window was in between them, which wasn’t ideal, but it was what they could currently get. Better to be in the easily-escapable cabin than the harder-to-invade lodge rooms. He set down the duffel and began to unroll the mummy bag, kneeling to peer under the bed. Unsurprisingly, the clearance was too low for him to fit. He debated the bathtub, but Arden might want it while he was at rest, and if it made their stress less it would be worth it. He would have to put the bag under the covers, pull the hood up, and hope for the best.

He heard Arden lock up, then put the chain across. Then there was nothing for too many seconds, so he looked up from pulling back the covers. Arden stood with their back to the door, still pale, but now their eyes were glassy and distant.

“Tolly,” they said, and then their knees buckled and they would have knocked their head into the outside wall of the bathroom if Tolly had not immediately been there. He carried them to the bed and laid them there, kneeling to cup their throat and jaw with his hand. He didn’t need that to feel their pulse. He could have counted every beat from across the room. It was light and fast.

Arden’s eyes moved behind the lids for a second, an odd, stuttering movement, and then they opened suddenly. Black Tolly found himself looking directly into two very dark eyes, bleary and confused. It was like being hit in the stomach. He had never wanted to devour someone so badly at the same time as he desperately wanted them to be safe. It made no sense. It hurt him, like being pulled apart.

He pushed that aside as they covered his hand with theirs, blinking slowly.

“You’re warm now,” they said, their words slurring together. “RIP Daniel. Hello Daniel’s blood inside Tolly.”

“You didn’t eat enough yesterday, and you haven’t slept tonight,” Tolly said. “And you’ve been under a strain. You should’ve let me drive, like I said. Wait.” He went to slide off the worn checkered shoes. Then he carried Arden up to the top of the bed to stack the two pillows behind them.

“Pants stay on,” Arden mumbled.

“Yes, yes, I know.” Tolly went to dig a bar and a Soylent out of the food bags and brought them back.

“I’m not hungry.”

“That is often the case with starving people. Eat one bite, and I will leave you alone,” Tolly said, opening the breakfast bar. He sniffed it. It smelled like compressed grain flavored with sugars that someone had waved a strawberry at sometime during manufacture, but at least it was food. He put it into Arden’s hand and lifted Arden’s hand to their mouth. They scoffed, pushing at him with the other hand, so he let go. They took a bite, making a face as they ate it, but then they took a second one. Satisfied, Tolly opened the drink, set it on the night stand, and went to take his shoes off and align them neatly with the edge of the bed. He hung up the jacket.

Then he went to check on Arden again. They sat slumped back into the pillows, crumpled wrapper curled in one hand, sound asleep. Their heart was steady. The Soylent was about a third empty. Tolly wrapped the covers over them from the side for the second time in their acquaintance to date. He was beginning to feel heavy, a sign that dawn was breaking, so he crept into the mummy bag in his clothes and hauled the covers over it as he curled onto his side. With the bag’s hood over his head, and the covers over that, he was warmer than usual. That didn’t stop him from quickly sinking into the deathlike slumber that came with the rising sun.

Part 14: His Eyes Have All The Seeming

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Untitled Bloodbag Story: Who Knows

Sequel to Blood Pong Part Two

Warnings: Vampires, death.

Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries

When he woke, everyone was everywhere. Jonah and Haze were both passed out, half strewn about on the couch beside him, no doubt high as fuck, and the two bloodbags were on the floor, eyes open and dead, not a drop of blood on them. No doubt they were drunk dry, a fate the boy worried was in store for him someday soon.

He looked around, vampires were everywhere, hanging from the curtains and the chandelier, all sleeping, partied out no doubt. The music was still going. The boy looked down at his hands, and for a moment he couldn’t believe his eyes. His hands. They weren’t bound. Normally whenever they were done with him they would chain him up somewhere until the next night, but this time, this time he was free.

Carefully, the boy stood, his body still alight with fire at every step, and tired and weak from the blood he’d lost. He crept past the two sleeping vampires on the couch, and made his way to the door, stepping over the two bodies of the discarded bloodbags. The two other bloodbags had started the night off without a mark on them, having just been nabbed from one of the clubs, but Jonah and Haze went too hard, or just didn’t care, and now had two bodies to dispose of, which was nothing unusual for them. It was a miracle that the boy had survived this long with them.

The boy slowly made his way to the door, stepping over passed out vampires. As he walked, the old wooden floor creaked, and he froze, turning back to look at Jonah and Haze. Haze shifted, but his eyes stayed closed, so he continued the trek across the floor.

When he finally reached the door, he was relieved that one of the vampires left it open a crack, meaning it wouldn’t make as much noise. He pushed it open and took one last look back at Jonah and Haze sleeping on the couch, and, feeling himself, stuck his arm out and gave them the finger, hoping that he’d never see either of them again.

With that, he turned and escaped into the night.

It was a cold, brisk, cloudless night. The stars shining bright, the moon nowhere in sight. The boy looked around, having not seen the outside world in what felt like forever, but in actuality it was only three weeks. He’d been counting the days, keeping track since he got here, knowing that he might never escape, but hoping to everything he believed in that he would.

Now, he just had to get as far away as possible before they discovered he was gone, and hope some traveller in the night might let him hitchhike.

The boy walked down the steps slowly. He knew he needed to be fast, but he was dizzy and his body hurt, not to mention the fire that shot up his legs with every step like they were numb.

He winced as soon as he stepped barefoot on the gravel driveway, and ran to the side so he could walk in the grass instead. He slowly walked down the long drive, the dew on the grass making his feet wet and cold very quickly.

When he got to the end of the drive he came to a dirt road, well packed and dark in the night. He looked both ways down the road, and tried to remember what direction the nearest town was, but so much had happened in only a few weeks that his mind was filled to the brim with unrelated information.

He sighed and guessed, turning to the right and starting his way down the road, walking on the left side so he could see any cars coming at him. He started by walking in the middle of the lane, then changed his mind when he stepped on a rock and almost fell over, deciding instead to walk in the grass by the side of the road.

Looking down into the ditch, the boy looked to the dark water reflecting the night sky, and then looked up at the stars as he walked, admiring their beauty that he’d missed out on for so long. A view he could never see from the city.

Pausing, the boy stopped and listened, he heard something. A car. He looked both ways down the dirt road and waited until he spotted lights coming down the road towards him. He stepped out onto the side of the road and stuck his thumb out, hoping and praying that the vehicle would stop. But the worn old truck just kept on driving, swerving to avoid the boy in the road.

“Fuck! You have to be fucking kidding me!” The boy swore, cursing the truck for not stopping.

Who knows if there would even be anyone else down this back road this late at night. Who knows if the vampires would find him before the sun came up, sending out a search party to try and find him with vampires that would drink him dry.

Chills ran up his spine, who knows what they would do to him once they got him back, what tortures they would put him through before finally killing him. The boy paused, looking back down the road towards the drive that led to the vampire mansion.

He thought for a moment, surely the vampires would wake up before the end of the night, and send out a search party in the night to find him. And they would find him, on the side of this dirt road, shivering and cold, sick by that point, and they’d take him back, throw him in the back of their vehicle. They’d take him back, and subject him to the worst horrors before finally killing him. Or maybe they’d keep him alive just so they could torture him more, who knows.

Who knows.

With that the boy turned back towards the vampire mansion, and started walking at a brisk pace, hoping he’d make it back in time before the vampires woke up.

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It's time for the post no one asked for:

Finella's Keepsake Box: Final Version

I mentioned previously I've started making a Keepsake Box at camp for each of my characters, which is just a collection of random stuff that I think the character would want to hang onto, as a character building exercise!

Finella is my first Durge. My pet name for her is First Degree Murder Barbie. Pictured here with her two boyfriends and her bestie.

Her whole deal is that she's a bubbly girly-girl, and also a necromancer and homicidal maniac. But she tries to be good, y'know? In spite of everything. Because she woke up one day with a brain full of tadpole and a heart full of love.

Below the cut is a description of everything in her keepsake box.

Cazador Szarr's corpse. So she can fondly remember that her boyfriend is safe now and his abuser is dead. And if he is having bad memories, she can remind him of that too by pulling the corpse out.

A bag of hands, lifted off a pretender to her father's cult.

A summoning bell lifted off of rival necromancer Balthazar. Chump.

An assortment of surgical tools collected from the House of Healing, in case she wants to use them for murders: an Artificial Leech, a Bonesaw, a Syringe, and a Trepan.

In the middle of those tools is a Murderous Cut dagger carried by a Bhaalist cultist. Kept for remembering where she came from.

Her bloodkin Orin's Carapace Armor, to fondly remember her defeat. She'd have kept her bones themselves if she could.

The "Magic" Ring she got from Mattis, because she's fond of that kid.

An amethyst ring and an onyx ring. Two of her favorite crystals. She loves pretty things, like a magpie.

Orin's Ring of Murderous Opportunity. Another lovely keepsake from her death.

Ffion's wedding ring, kept to remember a murder Finella solved, rather than committed.

An Amulet of Bhaal, to remember where she came from.

An assortment of collars from other people's dead pets! She finds the associated feeling of grief cathartic.

A necklace of silver and sapphire, traditional mourning wear in Baldur's Gate.

The treasured lute of Alfira, who she did not mean to or want to kill. She keeps it to carry her memory.

An assortment of some of Finella's favorite books. As a wizard she is of course a big reader. Titles are as follows: The Book of Final Breath; Death & Divinity: A Godly Guide; Diseases of the Blood; Disorders of the Nerves & Mind: A Treatise; Harvest of Memory; Her Love For It Was Like A Plum; Necromantic Codexes, Their Enigmas; On Death & Resurrection; Queen of Ravens (note: Finella finds the Raven Queen fascinating as a potential alternative to her father); Schools of Magic: Necromancy; The Amiable Art of Necromancy; The Curse of the Vampyr; The Ecstasy of Murder; The Enigmatic Art of Hemomancy; The House on Drench Lane and Other Stories; The Tharchiate Codex (note: she carries The Necromancy of Thay on her person at all times); Vampiric Duality

A portrait entitled "The Ghost Whisperer."

A lovely piece of amethyst, one of her favorite crystals.

A bizarre coral structure she swiped from the Illithid colony because she finds the fractals fascinating.

A bear claw, to remind her of Halsin.

A black oleander, one of her favorite flowers.

A bowl that contains a dissected frog. She loves anatomy, she thought it was cool.

A bloodstone, another crystal she loves.

A blushcap mushroom. She finds that particularly colorful mushrooms are just as lovely as flowers.

From her collection of anatomical & scientific curiosities: a tibia, bottled blooms, bottled eye, bottled solvent, bottled tentacles, a human brain.

A bundle of her favorite incense (clove!)

One of her favorite paintings, "Butterfly on Skull." I think it describes her well.

A few shells from a cult of Kuo-toa who worship her. She rather likes that.

Her absolute favorite flower, a corpse rose.

A couple unidentified crystals she found that she thought were pretty.

A crystal ball! No wizard is complete without one.

The crushed body of a pixie. She finds it fascinating.

A divine bone shard. As well as being an anatomical curiosity, it reminds her that even gods can fall. And so too, someday, may her father.

Mol's Eyepatch. She likes that kid. Also she was worried she was dead for a bit there.

A jingle bell gifted by a pixie she freed. Not the dead one she keeps in the box, mind.

This skull isn't technically hers. It belongs to her familiar, Shovel. Shovel calls it "Friend."

A deceased child's teddy, collected from the House of Healing. This one is called Fuzzy. It radiates grief.

A glowcap mushroom. She finds its bioluminescence quite beautiful.

The Hand of Enver Gortash. Once, when she was someone else, someone worse, Gortash said that he would give her his hand in marriage so that they could rule the world together. She decided to take him up on that for old time's sake. In a way. It's funny to her.

A harpy feather. She thinks it makes a particularly lovely quill.

Another painting she loves. This one is just called "Harrowing Painting." Stolen from the Szarr estate.

A human heart for the anatomy collection.

Another shell from the Kuo-toa.

A bundle of intestines for the anatomy collection.

Rival necromancer Mystic Cambion's preserved brain & liver, kept as trophies.

A lolth's candle, Finella's favorite gemstone.

Another teddy found at the House of Healing and absolutely saturated with woe. This one is called Lukasz.

Mayrina's Locket. It carries with it Mayrina's grief for her lost love, but more than that... it reminds Finella of her friendship.

A mephit heart, another curiosity.

The ashes of Balthazar's Mother, which Finella has kept out of spite.

A music box that plays a beautiful tune that Finella finds soothing.

An onyx and a sapphire for the crystal collection.

A brooch that once belonged to Isobel, to remind her of her friend, and the strength it took to spare her.

A severed head she found in a giant birds' nest. She just thinks it's neat.

A shadowroot sac for the mushroom collection.

A skull for the anatomy collection. She thinks this one might be halfling in origin.

Another painting she loves, called "Sororal Dance," which has a beautiful and grim message about the relationship between the living and the dead.

A spider's leg for her curiosity collection.

A starfish from the Kuo-toa.

This teddy isn't grim or anything she's just fond of it, she thinks it's cute.

Same for the owlbear plush, although she did find this one abandoned in the Shadowlands.

A surgery kit. For murders!

Another painting stolen from Szarr manor, "Tableau of Ibex and Rose."

A cute little toad teapot from Auntie Ethel's Cottage.

A toy chest. It was a decoy for a treasure chest but she thinks it's cute so she kept it.

Weavemoss isn't technically a flower but she loves its purple color.

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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54 - Getting What They Deserve

Part 55

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

“Raelyn, I can’t do this!” Hayley gasped with me holding her hand while she giving birth to her baby.

Brushing hair behind her face Jacob came in with Klaus standing outside with the girls on the porch in the bayou. “Yes you can. I got through it and so will you.”

“Hayley, you are strong and we will get through this together.” He reassured her, squeezing her other hand in his.

Hayley started pushing through the pain with the older werewolf grandmother who was helping her through the pregnancy. She screamed at the top of her lungs until we heard a baby’s cry through the cabin. “Congrats Hayley. You and Jacob have a baby girl.”

She smiled, laying her head on Jaocb’s chest struggling to stay awake. “Can I hold her?”

The grandmother nodded, placing her in her arms where she cried softly through some tears. She sat up a little while holding the baby in her lap. Klaus peaked his head inside with the three girls standing in between his legs. “So when’s the wedding, Mate?”

“Uh we haven’t talked about that.” Jacob stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hayley kissed the baby’s forehead mumbling under her breath. “Andrea….Andrea Eliza Lane.” The baby had her eyes but you could see my brother's hair color.

Walking over to Nik I intertwined his hand where he leans against mine. He stared down at me then moved his gaze over to the new infant. “Your mother would like that she used her name.”

“Yeah she would…Hayley just so you know. Klaus and I will always protect you and the baby. Because I will never abandon my brother ever.” I sniffed through tears where I wiped away tears with my sleeve.

Hayley and Jacob both looked up at me smiling with the young infant giggling throwing her hands up in the air. “Thank you, Raelyn.”

Thunder roared in my vampire ears where Klaus and our clothes were almost soaked from the pouring rain. “We have to make them suffer, Klaus.” Stomping around in front of him and Dahlia. Once we had removed the dagger we headed straight for her since he slightly agreed that she could help me teach the girls.

“And we will, Raelyn.” He responded by taking my hands into his where I tilted my head to the side.

Opening my mouth I felt my fangs breaking through my gums. The burning sensation ran through the back of my neck. “Awe…I need blood Nik. But I can’t have blood from the vein again. I…can’t control myself.”

Dahlia entered the room with the three of us standing in the middle of an empty alleyway. “I assumed you would be hungry. You both will need your strength for what comes next.” She turned her head revealing a large crowd of people clearly compelled.

“I've never been daggered. Never knew it was such an agonizing experience. It does help explain why my siblings loathe me.” He told her looking in my direction seeing that our link now caused us more harm than good. If he could be daggered then so could I.

“I….I will go ripper on them.” I shuttered moving behind Nik gripping his arm feeling the pain getting worse where I wanted to feed.

He reached down, clasping my hand in his nuzzling his nose against mine. “Easy Raelyn. Let go for once. I’ll pull you back if you can’t handle it.”

Sucking in a breath my fangs truly came out where I vamped forward shoving my fangs into the blonde girl drinking her almost dry. Then I went between two guys ripping through their necks until they were dead. Klaus followed after me where you could hear all the heartbeats and when they stopped. Finally we vamped up to one another.

He had blood on his mouth too where he reached up, taking some off of me moving his other hand to my neck. I watched his eyes flash gold nuzzling his nose into my neck whispering. "I want to know what your blood tastes like, Little siphon."

"What's stopping you?" I teased moving my hair so he could bite me.

"Because my wolf side could kill you." He mumbled lifting his head up, locking eyes with me ignoring the evil witch behind us.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him twisting my fingers into his hair hearing him moan into the kiss. "Your blood is the cure, Klaus. I'll take from you and you take from me."

"Blood sharing is...intimate...personal love." He breathed out like I would back down.

"Nothing as intimate as giving you my virginity, Nik. Unless you're waiting until we can have victory sex after we get revenge on Elijah and the others." I smirked before he hooked my legs around my waist, vamping me against the wall kissing me hungrily.

Everything felt right, his hands and lips on mine. Blood mixing together where he started kissing my neck slowly then smashing his lips onto mine briefly sitting me back on the ground resting his forehead against mine. "As much as I want to, my darling wife. I wish for this be when we're alone."

"Fair enough, my husband. Now as for you. What exactly is the plan?" Moving around my husband I put my hands on my hips.

"We struck a bargain for the benefit of your children so that they would be delivered to me safely and be content by the presence of her father and mother. Make no mistake, I will take her with or without you." Dahlia snapped sternly.

Klaus came up with a smug look. "Let me be clear about one thing, witch. You need me. I know my siblings better than anyone, their strengths, their weaknesses. They are a powerful and determined lot, perhaps capable of evading you for the short year that you have until your slumber begins You may well loose everything, but I know how to vanquish those who stand against us, and that is exactly what I intend to do."

Dahlia shook her head. "The storm has served its purpose. Now enough delays. I will take what is owed to me, and if the mother resists or attempts to run, I will kill her myself."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that….Raelyn may have something planned for Hayley that's far worse than death." Klaus draped his arm over my shoulder leading the two of us out of the room and back to the compound.

I was coming downstairs by the time Klaus had fought with Elijah and he was laying on the floor about to pass out. Walking up to him I handed my blood bag to my husband raising my hands. "Raelyn, I'm sorry. This isn't what you and my brother are supposed to do."

"It's not your choice to decide what is best for us, Elijah." Twisting one of my hands I dragged him magically up to me holding his chin in one hand. "Dic mihi hva du vet. Invidium cala mactus…You came after my daughters!"

Elijah gasped seeing the same haunting dreams that Dahlia had put inside my head but I added some more where he accidentally killed them right in front of his eyes before I magically bind him to the wall walking over to my husband. "No….Raelyn please…I wouldn't kill him. I…Hope - Alina - Missy!"

"So what choice of torment do you wish to inflict on Hayley?" He asked me handing me my blood bag back.

Tearing a hole in it we turned our heads hearing a familiar heartbeat enter with the voice of Cami. "Klaus, Raelyn!"

"You shouldn't have come here, Camille." He warned her leaving my side.

She walked forward seeming afraid but she didn't run. "I came here because you need me. You need me to tell you that this... this is not you, and I know you are hurt, but please listen to me. You are better than this."

Dahlia entered the room coming back from working on the spell that I had in mind for the wolves. "Is there a problem?"

"Not at all. Just another victim." Klaus responded back slowly getting closer to her where I could see his fangs coming out.

"Klaus no…please she's my friend." I begged him about to rush forward and stop him but I froze in my spot.

Cami snapped her gaze at me with her heart beating quicker inside her chest then before. "No. Klaus, I know you won't hurt me. I have known that from the second we met. I trust you."

"Then you are already lost." He placed a hand on her cheek before he sank his fangs into her neck dropping her body onto the ground where I yanked my head the other direction.

Clutching the blood bag in my fingers I vamped off to the bayou in search of my brother when it was night out. The moon was full in the night sky but no wolves were forced to turn here anymore. "Jacob! Jacob - J!" Covering my hands over my mouth I holler his name searching around.

Entering the cabin they had I found him lying with a hand to his head confused. “Rae, what's happening?”

“You’re girlfriend took my daughters from me. I thought you knew about it.” Knitting my brows together I wasn’t sure why she wouldn’t tell him.

He began to get to his feet heading for the door. “Let’s go find her. I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding.”

Turning my head I watched little Andrea sleeping in her crib making me regret what I was about to do to her family. Yet it has to be done. “Sorry J, but I can’t let you get hurt….exspello.”

He ran forward smacking into a boundary spell when I vamped past him. “Uh! Rae, Raelyn no!”

“Like I said before, you will understand why I am doing this to protect you.” I slumped my shoulders seeing he was trying to siphon the spell but his hand burned the second he touched it when I vamped away leaving him. “I put a drop of my blood in the doorway. It will wear off when the sun rises tomorrow. And we both know I am the stronger twin.”

I found that Klaus had gotten there after me and he was fighting off most of the wolves like they were not hybrids like he was. He knocked one on the ground shaking his head at him where I believe his name was Jackson. “Ah. You have gotten stronger. I reckon you've gone from field mouse to lapdog.”

“Come on then.” Jackon, the werewolf with black curly hair waved his hand forward in a challenge. Hayley suddenly appeared where her and Nik began fighting until he managed to throw her onto the ground.

Dahlia moved out into the open. “Enough.”

“Why is she with you, Klaus?” Hayley asks him.

Dahlia offered me her hand where we both raised our hands up towards the crescent wolves. “Unlike some, he's doing what is best for his daughters.”

“I'm gonna skin you alive! Aah!” Her bones begin cracking. “What are you doing to us?”

Klaus bent down on his knees while the rest of the wolves began to turn into wolves by force even though they were hybrids. “Oh, this? No. This was mine and Raelyn’s idea, stealing from Marcel the Crescent curse he once used on your pack. Dahlia was all too happy to make the necessary adjustments to accommodate your hybrid nature. Now you will be trapped in wolf form, save for the full moon, leaving you very little time to cause any further mischief.”

Hayley cried with her back and knees breaking. “Aah!….Raelyn how could you do this to Jacob.”

“And because of my blood turning you and your pack there’s a sire bond. Meaning that you have no choice but to do what I say…, now they will share your fate, little wolf.” I removed my hand from Dahlia’s still being able to channel her magic for the spell.

She grunted when I grabbed her chin in my other hand. “Jacob will hate you…..Andrea…my daughter needs her mother!”

“You didn’t tell my brother about what you were doing. But I forgot to mention that there was a catch. You won’t turn into a wolf since my brother would hate me. Instead you will feel the pain your pack suffers during their time until the next full moon. And I’m the only one who can undo its curse.” Rising to my feet I stand beside Klaus watching the others turn without any control.

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It’s October! The month in which I watch even more horror movies than usual. Each year I tend to have a theme to help narrow down what to watch. So far I’ve done Zombie Films, Werewolf Films, Vampire Films, Slasher Films and Ghost Films. This year’s theme will be Cosmic/Eldritch Horror (or as most know it as Lovecraftian Horror.

This list isn’t going to contain every film in the world that is base on H.P. Lovecraft's works, have elements of it or is inspired by it. These are just the ones that I liked the most (that doesn't necessary mean they're all good though) and would recommend to others if they’re interested in this subgenre. So, in no particular order check out these films...

In the Mouth of Madness (1994) -- is an American supernatural horror film directed and scored by John Carpenter and written by Michael De Luca. It stars Sam Neill, Julie Carmen, Jürgen Prochnow, David Warner and Charlton Heston.

When horror novelist Sutter Cane goes missing, freelance insurance investigator John Trent scrutinizes the claim made by his publisher, Jackson Harglow. He's to retrieve a yet-to-be-released manuscript and ascertain the writer's whereabouts. Accompanied by the novelist's editor, Linda Styles, and disturbed by nightmares from reading Cane's other novels, Trent makes an eerie nighttime trek to a supernatural town in New Hampshire.

In the Mouth of Madness pays tribute to the works of author H. P. Lovecraft in its exploration of insanity, and its title is derived from the Lovecraft novella At the Mountains of Madness.

Color Out of Space (2019) -- is an American science fiction Lovecraftian horror film directed and co-written by Richard Stanley, based on the short story "The Colour Out of Space" by H. P. Lovecraft. It stars Nicolas Cage, Joely Richardson, Elliot Knight, Madeleine Arthur, Brendan Meyer, Q'orianka Kilcher and Tommy Chong.

The Gardner family moves to a remote farmstead in rural New England to escape the hustle of the 21st century. They are busy adapting to their new life when a meteorite crashes into their front yard, melts into the earth, and infects both the land and the properties of space-time with a strange, otherworldly colour.

The Void (2016) -- is an Canadian Lovecraftian horror film written and directed by Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie, and produced by Jonathan Bronfman and Casey Walker. It stars Aaron Poole, Kenneth Welsh, Daniel Fathers, Kathleen Munroe, and Ellen Wong.

In the middle of a routine patrol, officer Daniel Carter happens upon a blood-soaked figure limping down a deserted stretch of road. He rushes the young man to a nearby rural hospital staffed by a skeleton crew, only to become trapped by a gathering of hooded cultists, and grotesque creatures.

The Lighthouse (2019) -- is an American film directed and produced by Robert Eggers, from a screenplay he wrote with his brother Max Eggers. It stars Willem Dafoe and Robert Pattinson as nineteenth-century lighthouse keepers in turmoil after being marooned at a remote New England outpost by a wild storm.

Cold Skin (2017) -- is an French-Spanish science fiction-horror film directed by Xavier Gens and based on the 2002 novel of the same name by Albert Sánchez Piñol.

On the edge of the Antarctic Circle, a ship approaches a desolate island, far from all shipping lanes. On board is a young man who is on his way to assume the post of weather observer and live in solitude at the end of the earth. He finds no trace of the man he has been sent to replace, just a deranged castaway who has witnessed a horror he refuses to name. For the next twelve months, his entire world will consist of a deserted cabin, trees, rocks, silence and the surrounding sea.

Note: I wasn't gonna include this but after watching The Lighthouse I figured why not. It certainly fits with the theme.

Underwater (2020) -- is an American science fiction action horror film directed by William Eubank. The film stars Kristen Stewart, Vincent Cassel, Jessica Henwick, John Gallagher Jr., Mamoudou Athie, and T.J. Miller.

After an earthquake destroys their underwater station, six researchers must navigate two miles along the dangerous, unknown depths of the ocean floor to make it to safety in a race against time.

Offseason (2021) - is an American supernatural horror film written and directed by Mickey Keating. It stars Jocelin Donahue, Joe Swanberg, Richard Brake, and Melora Walters.

Upon receiving a mysterious letter that her mother's grave has been vandalized, Marie quickly returns to the isolated offshore island where she's buried. Just as she arrives, the island closes for the season as the bridges get raised until springtime. Left stranded, Marie soon realizes that something is not quite right as she has one strange interaction after another. She must now unveil the mystery behind her mother's troubled past to make it out alive.

Annihilation (2018) -- is an science fiction psychological horror film written and directed by Alex Garland, based on the 2014 novel of the same name by Jeff VanderMeer. It stars Natalie Portman, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Gina Rodriguez, Tessa Thompson, Tuva Novotny, and Oscar Isaac.

The story follows a group of explorers who enter "The Shimmer", a mysterious quarantined zone of mutating plants and animals caused by an alien presence.

Lena, a biologist and former soldier, joins a mission to uncover what happened to her husband inside Area X -- a mysterious quarantined zone that is expanding across the American coastline. Once inside, the expedition discovers a world of mutated landscapes and creatures, as dangerous as it is beautiful, that threatens both their lives and their sanity.

Event Horizon (1997) -- is an science fiction horror film directed by Paul W. S. Anderson and written by Philip Eisner. It stars Laurence Fishburne, Sam Neill, Kathleen Quinlan and Joely Richardson.

Set in 2047, it follows a crew of astronauts sent on a rescue mission after a missing spaceship, the Event Horizon, spontaneously appears in orbit around Neptune, only to discover that a sinister force has come back with it.

The Mist (2007) -- (also known as Stephen King's The Mist) is an American science-fiction horror film based on the 1980 novella The Mist by Stephen King. The film was written and directed by Frank Darabont. The film features an ensemble cast, including Thomas Jane, Marcia Gay Harden, Nathan Gamble, Andre Braugher, Sam Witwer, Toby Jones, Frances Sternhagen, Buck Taylor, Robert Treveiler, William Sadler, Alexa Davalos, David Jensen, Chris Owen, Andy Stahl, and future The Walking Dead stars Jeffrey DeMunn, Laurie Holden, Melissa McBride, and Juan Gabriel Pareja.

After a violent storm, a dense cloud of mist envelops a small Maine town, trapping artist David Drayton and his five-year-old son in a local grocery store with other people. They soon discover that the mist conceals deadly horrors that threaten their lives, and worse, their sanity.

The Cellar (2022) -- is an supernatural horror film written and directed by Brendan Muldowney. It's an international co-production between Ireland and Belgium. It also starsElisha Cuthbert and Eoin Macken.

It follows a family whose daughter mysteriously vanishes in the cellar of the large estate they have just moved into.

Glorious (2022) -- is an American comedy horror film directed by Rebekah McKendry, and starring Ryan Kwanten and J. K. Simmons.

The film involves a heartbroken man who encounters a strange, all-knowing entity in a rest stop bathroom stall.

Bonus:

These are either based on Lovecraft's works, have Lovecraftian influence and references or gives off strong feels like one (even unintentionally).

Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities (2022)

The Rig (2023)

Stranger Things - Season 2

True Detective - Season 1

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Grammy Live Performances Reviewed

Dua Lipa: it was fine, but I don't remember much of it. Didn't help that I don't think I know these songs at all.

Luke Combs & Tracy Chapman doing Fast Car: Dunno why this was second, eyes were pissing tears immediately. This is one of better ideas for a Grammy Performances. You have all these artists under one roof, make 'em work together! Anyway, it was good.

SZA: SZA was good and the choreography was solid. I don't know much SZA though, but it sounded nice enough.

Billie Eilish: (sharp inhale into the mic) why (sharp inhale into the mic) did (sharp inhale into the mic) billie (sharp inhale into the mic) eilish (sharp inhale into the mic) sing (sharp inhale into the mic) like (sharp inhale into the mic) this? Seriously sounded like she ran a 5k before singing. Also I didn't like the song.

Miley Cyrus: Miley did Flowers, a song I think is whatever, but her performance was fine enough. Except she kept making incredibly cringe adlibs. Like when she admonished the crowd "don't act like y'all don't know this song." That became a running gag for us. Not great but I laughed a lot.

Olivia Rodrigo: If you buy the Olivia Rodrigo/Taylor Swift feud rumors, you'd half to imagine that she was quietly seething all night. She performed Vampire, a song allegedly about Taylor Swift, right before Taylor won an award they were both nominated for and announced a new album. Olivia proceeded not to win anything. Anyhow, her performance was fine, but the song is not my thing. She didn't overunder sing it like Billie or do stupid crowd engagement like Miley at least.

U2: U2 did a new U2 song. I don't super care, but always good to see them still remaining defiantly in their own lane. But really this was less about the music and more a glorified ad for Las Vegas' Sphere. I think I would throw up if I saw a show in that thing. Maybe that's the point. Dead & Co have a residency in there and I'm wondering how that'll be. It seems like a venue built for artist with sick ass laser light shows. Not meandering psyched tinge bluegrass jams. I just don't get Vegas I guess. Last time I was there for a layover that took forever and some dude attempted to shoot his family in the parking lot of the airport. Bad vibes man. Oh I was talking about U2?

Stevie Wonder, Annie Lennox, Wendy & Lisa, Jon Batiste, Ann Nesby, Cory Henry, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, and Fantasy: Woo! Yeah this was the immemorial segment, and really it was a series of consecutive performances. Notably, Stevie Wonder dueted with Tony Bennett's ghost. Annie Lennox did Nothing Compares 2 U and called for a ceasefire, and it climaxed in Fantasia's big Proud Mary romp. Also for some reason in the middle we got a 20 second clip of Jimmy Buffet. No other deceased performer got a standalone sound bite so it was weird. All in all it was pretty good, though ran sacharine as you can expect these in memorium segments to.

Joni Mitchell, Brandi Carlisle, others: Joni's still got it! She did Both Sides Now, backed by a band consisting of wiki tells me are accomplished musicians int heir own right.

Travis Scott & Playboi Carti: This SUCKED! First off, both these dudes music is entirely production driven. That's fine (I mean, more so for Scott since he actually does a lot of his own beats) but it absolutely does not translate to compelling live shows. Travis Scott is so fucking corny, he's out here in his fake muscles trying to hulk out, when he looks like a withered pillhead. Also I have no idea why you'd book a performer where every other line needs to be muted out of the livestream. Anyway, he can't rap for shit and this was god awful.

Burna Boy, 21 Savage, Brandy: This was great! I didn't know much Burna Boy but this was a fun performance and everyone was very good. Brandy is still great?

Billy Joel: It's no surprise Billy Joel can still perform. For all the to do about him not putting out new music for decades, it overlooks that he's still on the road constantly. But yeah, the new Billy Joel song sounds like an old Billy Joel song, so that's probably for the best. Then he did You Might Be Right, one of those consummately uncool songs that I enjoy anyway.

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Adventures Masterlist

20 Dollar Nosebleed (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton G, 1k

Summary: It's Calum's birthday and Ashton takes him on a birthday adventure and everything is cute!!

A Sanctified Starling (ao3) - plushyluke luke/ashton E, 10k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know why humans were so fascinated by stories of things that could kill them. If it posed impending doom, humans spread it around. Then again, it was more than likely a trait passed down from the hunter-gatherer years.

“Regardless of if it’s a legend, you still need to be careful in unwatched areas. Murderers come in all forms.”

The cold bastard locked eyes with Ashton.

“Very true, Michael. How thoughtful of you to look after our Nobleman. Sometimes danger could be lurking right beneath your nose.”

(or Ashton is a grumpy old vampire who agrees to go on an adventure with his nemesis, where the run into the prettiest of undead discoveries)

Good Morning Room 5SOS! (ao3) - Geny614 G, 5k (WIP)

Summary: a kindergarten au with the boys. just a place for some fluffy cuteness. lots of fun, friendship and adventures!

Red Desert (ao3) - jenlouniverse G, 1k

Summary: First song from CALM: Red Desert. A quest to know oneself a little better and trying to leave the past behind.

something like make-believe (living in a movie scene) (ao3) - bellawritess michael/calum T, 3k

Summary: Maybe Calum is just weak for the word adventure, but suddenly he can't bring himself to be worried about it anymore. It's not like he's alone without any connection to the outside world. There are phones, maps, GPSes; whenever they turn around, they'll find their way back.

And Michael is here. Michael is at the wheel, an exhilarated grin on his lips, looking like he belongs here, with the lanes and the lampposts and the loud music.

So what if I'm a monster, that's been here all along (ao3) - lifeinecstasy ot4 T, 2k

Summary: Luke turns into a vampire... oops

Tomorrow Never Dies (ao3) - fightthegiants michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: You want a party on the down-low? These are the boys you speak to. They organise the hottest parties, score the best drugs, provide the best booze and invite the hottest girls. They know how to fight, they know how to fuck, but best of all… They know how to have fun.

Tribulation (ao3) - friesecondsofsummer luke/ashton N/R, 9k (WIP)

Summary: trib·u·la·tion

/ˌtribyəˈlāSH(ə)n/

noun

noun: tribulation; plural noun: tribulations

a cause of great trouble or suffering

Under the Lights Tonight (ao3) - moonbands michael/luke N/R, 3k

Summary: When Luke gets up to see what's at his window, the last thing he expects is Michael Clifford. Well, maybe the last thing he expects is an adventure with Michael Clifford in the middle of the night.

You Were a Window to a World (ao3) - reversecow michael/luke N/R, 11k

Summary: Luke’s flight from Edinburgh to London gets cancelled, and with it, his hopes of meeting his family for Christmas. He’s ready to go back to his student housing for a lonely holiday when a stranger saves the day. Unfortunately, due to the snowstorm, it takes much longer than expected to get where they need to go. Hours alone in the car and a night in a bed and breakfast leaves Luke with one burning question in the back of his mind; Why is Michael alone for Christmas?

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