#uppity bitch fanfic

[supremeuppityone]

Writing exercise to distract me from all my WIPs #1:

Caroline held her breath waiting for Klaus to speak. By now, he could’ve read the file three times over. But his eyes had barely moved over the pages. Because he already knew Mikael’s crimes. Trauma had burned them into his bones.

            “Do you know what you’ve done,” he hoarsely asked, fingers clenching around the file until the pages crumpled.

            Ruined my career, she bitterly thought, hating the tiny bit of hope creeping in that kept insisting Klaus would love her enough not to ruin her carefully curated FBI career to get his revenge. “Yes. Once this came across my desk, I couldn’t in good conscience keep it from you.” She hesitated, swiping at her cheeks before she asked, “But I need to know...what will you do now that you know everything?”

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

In A Sentimental Mood: A Ruggie/Yuu Oneshot

Some quick Housekeeping! This was originally meant to be a song-fic but the only time I remembered to/felt inspired to write was nearly the middle of the night (as writers do lol) so I didn’t have enough mental energy to splice the lyrics together into the story. Instead, I listened to the song on repeat while writing, like, HALF of the fic but I thought it was cute enough to fit the vibes. The narrator's voice and descriptions were hard to keep consistent as well as concise, but whatever. I don’t think I properly matched Ruggie’s speech pattern but I think it’s close enough to ‘random, working class teenager’ for now.

Also! It’s an X Yuu but I’m pretty sure I used all GN! Pronouns so please feel free to read it as an X Reader (who’s the Ramshackle Perfect). It felt kinda awkward to not describe the character or use open descriptors (like Y/N, HC, etc.) but feel free to add any notes or styles to try out for an open reader audience. Honestly feel free to comment or message any feedback lol! I don’t have a beta reader atm (I might ask either my gf or my IRL friend who’s also into TWST) but it could be fun to have a random stranger react to my writing so they’re disconnected from personal feelings and whatnot.

 I have a fic introducing my oc a little interacting with the Pop Music Club, but it’s making out to be longer than expected so between writing for my own AU/ocs story I’ll be posting cute lil song-fics as well as crackhead interactions lol! Maybe a few headcanons as well. I’m not sure if I would have ever actually started writing fanfics (or writing in general) instead of simply daydreaming about it if it wasn’t for @twst-beam and @krenenbaker , so a quick dedication for them for lowkey lighting a fire under my ass. Not only have you opened the creative floodgates, but actually gave me the motivation to actually TRY and put it into action. Anyway…. ON TO THE STORY BITCHES!!! ENJOY THE THE SWEET HYENA BOY (who weirdly looks exactly like my Boyfriend, lol) AND COME REALISH IN THE CHAOS~

In A Sentimental Mood:

A Ruggie/Yuu one-shot

It had been a long day. Scratch that–it had been the longest year of Ruggie Bucchi and Yuu’s life! However, there was something especially trying these last 24 hours. Maybe it had something to do with how this was the first day off the both had (that lined up) in w e e k s and they STILL BOTH got called in to run some nonsensical errand. Or maybe it’s because when the First Year Squad were supposed to be babysitting Grim the entire first floor of Ramshackle got absolutely trashed. 

Something about stupid bets, idiotic magic competition, and a prolonged chase. Afterwards, Rugs and Yuu had to help clean up! The aftermath of the wreckage was too much for the Hodge Podge group of freshmen.

What really topped the day off was the mission impossible scheme the couple failed to pull off. Originally, the two were simply planning to “borrow” on one Leonas (numerous) credit cards while the latter was passed out for an all-expenses-paid date out. It’s not like they were about to rob the second prince blind! Just a few trips to their usual thrifting stops, maybe hassle with a local boutique and then some semi-fancy free grub. 

Instead they got caught two shops in when they decided to grab some food before being totally weighed down by paper shopping bags. Since they had a later start, Yuu suggested getting dinner to the new uppity wine-and-dine.

“C’mon Rugs~ When are we gonna have another chance to dine like Kings? And on a Royal Dime at that!” they foolishly (but successfully) tempted the poor Hyena into a little more Mischievous than the two realized.

Too bad their Dinner Date got cut short from one of the waiters recognizing the Sunset Savannah Royal Seal on Leona’s card. It took an hour and a half of being corralled into a backroom, 3 ominous threats of calling the police, snarky back talk and just general arguing before Leona strutted into the Restaurant and vouched for his underclassmen. Seeing the lazy Lion not only WAKE UP, but come off campus was a bit of a surprise for the thief couple. 

What wasn’t as surprising was his smug, diva face while declaring that they would need to pay him back for disturbing his nap. After hasty, and admittedly sheepish, promises to the Prince, he collected his missing card and strutted back to campus. Luckily, he was secretly a bit of a softy towards his unofficial Vice and the magicless Perfect that saved his life (and probably his status for not ratting him out to his older brother). It’s safe to say while making the switch a decent stack of Thaumarks was placed in Ruggie’s wallet.

So yeah, in a word, the day had been a bit of a shitshow. A clusterfuck of misfortunate events (and if it weren’t for Leona, Yuu and Ruggie would not only be in some kind of jail but also flat broke). 

But finally–finally–this hardworking hyena Beastman and the Ramshackle Perfect were about to have some peace and quiet! A moment for just the two of them. A small, precious moment late at night. After the longest night of their collective lives, the two were able to cuddle up and appreciate what they had. Even if all they had was encompassed by long, tiring days and horrendous luck… and having the bend to the whims of some of the brattiest Divas of NRC.

Regardless, this time isn’t about them. It’s about Ruggie Bucchi and Yuu enjoying what left they had of their day off, Damnnit!  

“Ya’ know,” Yuu hummed into where their face was buried for max comfort; Ruggie’s chest. “Today wasn’t a total bust.”

Ruggie snickered sarcastically as his left hand paused its petting motion through his significant other’s hair. He was clearly only humoring his lover's thought process, yet paying attention all the same.

“I’m just saying it wasn’t a total loss,” they began to half-jokingly argue, “I still got to spend the day with you. Besides, you gotta admit it was pretty funny watching that stupid manager’s annoying face drop when Prince Grumpy strutted in all pissy!”

“Shee Shee Shee! Fair enough, Sugar! Good thing he didn’t realize Leona’s always cranky… or that His Majesty~ was mostly just pissed he had to wake up.” Ruggie answered playfully.

“It was kinda sweet of him for letting us, mostly, off the hook though. He even let us keep our goodies along with that sneaky bonus,” Yuu mentioned while lazily motioning towards the small mound of shopping bags and the miscellaneous items inside.

“Pleeeease~ He probably spends more on a single earring than we did with his card and cash combined,” Rugs pouted enviously. To emphasize his pout, he completely encircled Yuu with his arms and clutched them tightly. He was hanging onto them tighter than a swiped snack from the cafeteria on Doughnut day.

“I don’t know,” his partner giggled in response, “Leona’s been such a softy lately… but his whole dark and brooding reputation gets in the way a bit.”

“Dark and brooding?” Ruggie snorted, “Dunno if Leona’s habits of lyin’ around counts as dark and brooding.”

Yuu tried to suppress their elated smirk at feeling the slight tremor of quiet laughter. “True, that’s more of Mal’s stick isn’t it? Angsty and depressed?”

“Nahhh, that’s Idia’s thing! Also, I still can’t wrap my head ‘round you calling Malleus by some nickname.” His laughter died down as he scrunched his nose at the thought of his partner so buddy-buddy with one of Twisted Wonderland’s most powerful mages. And a crown Prince… with servants and castles and-

“You do realize that Malleus is like a GIANT kid right? I mean, yeah he’s some super powerful wizard-”

“Mage!”

“...whatever. He’s an absolute beast when it comes to magic and whatnot, but he’s got this whole ‘homeschooled only child’ vibe going on and honestly? It’s a little pathetic, in a cute stray way.”

Ruggie didn’t really know how to feel about his partner’s revelation. On one hand, he knew they were just friends and had befriended each other longer before Yuu realized Malleus’ status. That didn’t necessarily make it any easier to cover up the inherent inferiority or the slight unsettling fear. Good thing they didn’t feel the usual pressure of this world’s social ladder… but that doesn’t mean they won’t start worrying if he stayed lost in thought for too long.

“.......what was your world like for you to turn out so weird?” 

“Hey!”

Ruggie continued to laugh, but it came out a little bit strained. Yuu finally glanced up in order to catch a glimpse of their boyfriend’s adorable pout.  His lightly scrunched eyebrows and the way his ears seemed to fold-in on themselves made him look like a grumpy puppy. Absurdly cute, but clearly bothered, and they both had had such a long day t wouldn’t be right not to cheer him back up!

“Oh, c’mere!” the Perfect said through teasing giggles as they flipped Ruggie over to switch positions.

Rugs was currently (and quite contently) snuggled face first into his lover's chest; enjoying the sound of their heartbeat along with the comfortable extra cushioning. His arms reached slightly down to wrap around their waist snuggly as the two pairs of legs naturally crisscrossed at the joints. The moment he fully relaxed was when Yuu started to softly pet his bushy hair and scratch along the base of his ears.

Pure Heaven.

“Were you getting grumpy because I kept mentioning Leona and Malleus?” the Perfect lovingly taunted now that he was trapped and attacked (with euphoric head scratches) in his weak spot. Truly, an idiots mirage of paradise.

“C’mon Sweet Cheeks! Ya Couldn’t’ve least let me keep my pride?” Rugs whined, quickly going back to frowning deeply but unable to hold it for long. There was no chance in all of Twisted Wonderland he could stay “upset” while his precious Dandelion Fluff’s fingers softly caressed his sensitive ears. At least he could cover-up the way he melted, burying himself further into their figure. Luckily, Yuu was already squeezing him closure with a burst of affection,

“Don’t worry, my silly Hyena, the only one I was focused on today was you. The only one I wanted to spend time with was you. And the only person I think of from dawn till dusk, and dream about the whole night through, will always be you, Ruggie Bucchi.” Yuu declared playfully, then slowly breathlessly serious with a sappy amount of affection as they watched Ruggie's tail wave faster and faster.

“Shee shee shee,” Rugs bashfully replied, “where did all that come from outta nowhere?”

Yuu wistfully sighed, “I guess I’m just in a sentimental mood.”

The two shared some playful hushed whispers until Ruggie had to turn his head to hide a yawn. His attempt was futile however, as Yuu caught it–but instead of teasing him over it they simply snuggled him closer and quietly sang an old, sweet crooner love song from their home world. Despite the long day, it felt blissfully short as the two peacefully drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

[willinglyghoulified]

WIP Wednesday! (because we suck at keeping up with dates here)

Tagged by @sassenashsworld!! Gonna tag: @sillyandquiteawkward, @worthlesssix, @bokatan, @datura-tea (if you guys don't have a WIP that's okay!)

I'm going to share with you guys the next bit I have written for Book 3: Hope Restored in my FO4 fanfic series. This is shortly after the Brotherhood's tirade forced a lot of drifters and non-humans to take refuge in Goodneighbor.

I leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, forcin' myself to keep a clear head so I could sift through all my thoughts. I was gettin' a goddamn headache again, though.

With the warehouses transformed into places where the influx of drifters can take shelter, I felt a little better that they weren't crowdin' the streets, but that didn't solve the issue of people pissin' and shittin' in the alleys and behind the buildings. It also didn't solve our food shortage, and that was about a hair's breadth away from gettin' out of hand.

It wouldn't be long before some of the more well-known caravans rolled through here, namely Trashcan Carla and Cricket, so I could check with them for supplies, but there was no way they were gonna have enough to supply the whole town.

Somethin's gotta give, and soon.

Fahrenheit sat across from me, drinkin' a beer and readin' a Guns and Bullets magazine that she had read so many times, the pages were startin' to fall out. She hadn't said much to me ever since the incident last night with the man and his son in the alley, where that prick threatened them.

"... I gotta address the town," I said, finally breakin' the deafening silence.

"What about?" she asked without lookin' up.

"About the conditions around here. I know they're stressed out there. They're gonna want answers before they riot."

She closed the magazine and slapped it onto the table. Then she crossed her arms and stared at her knees, but she didn't say a word.

"What? Nothin' to bitch about this time?"

"Like it'll do me any good anyway."

"Fahr..." I leaned forward, laced my fingers together, and propped my elbows on my knees. I gave her the most serious look I could muster. This thing between us — it had been goin' on for too damn long. "Talk to me."

"There's nothing to say. At the end of the day, I'm just here to do my job and earn my paycheck."

My fingers tightened around themselves. That shit hurt. It was meant to be personal. A low blow. I had to choose my next words carefully so this didn't turn into a full-scale argument. I unclenched my jaw and sighed. "... What aren't you happy with? Tell me what I can do to make things better between us. I'm tired of feelin' like everything I do is a fuck-up in your eyes. And I don't talk about this shit lightly. You and me, we've known each other for years. You should be able to be honest with me."

She placed both hands on the couch on either side of her, gripping its fabric with frustration, and leaned forward over the coffee table. Her words came out strained, like she was pissed but trying to hold it in. "I want things to go back to the way they were. The last eight years we've run this town have been carefree, enjoyable, and even fun. You just aren't the same person I knew from back then. Out of all the times you've been gone from Goodneighbor, you were never gone this long. And now, my worst fears have become a reality: you came back changed. You let yourself be influenced, and now you're ..." she motioned toward me with her hands, "... whatever you'd call this. Justified? Uppity? Noble?"

"That's not what this is. Hear me out. There are people out there sleepin' in their own filth, in the rain, under tarps and debris just to stay dry. It's hot as piss out there, and there's a shortage of clean water. They're starvin'. That kid last night coulda got shanked in the alley all because of some debt. Goodneighbor is dangerous. Used to, I liked it dangerous. I liked our reputation. We were badass, didn't take shit from anybody, lived life on our own terms. Now? Now it's not a place I'd wanna take my own kid to —"

"So that's what this is really about."

"Huh?"

"That kid. Gwen's kid. So you are just trying to make Goodneighbor like Diamond City. You want us to start conforming to a 'better way of life,' where there are laws and rules to follow."

"Is having a few laws that bad? I just want what's best for everyone. If it means clearin' out a few lowlifes to make the town safer for the honest folk driftin' in here —"

"Those 'lowlifes' are the people you used to scheme with, and you had no problem with them then. See, this is what I'm talking about, Hancock."

I rubbed my face roughly. She just refused to hear me. Or maybe I just refused to hear her. Either way, we just weren't gonna see eye to eye, and I was gettin' fed up. 

"I have friends that are lowlifes. Yeah, I have more friends than just you, believe it or not. When you're gone, I gotta talk to someone besides the neighborhood watch about work. And I'd rather not be one of the reasons my friends either got kicked out of Goodneighbor or wound up dead, because they have every right to be here as us. Some of them have been here since the beginning, and I'll be damned if I see them thrown to the ruins like your brother did to the Ghouls all those years ago. I don't want us to become like Diamond City. I don't want you to become your brother."

I kicked the table, knockin' everything around on top, my Jet canister fallin' onto the floor and the ashes in the ash tray flying onto the tabletop. "That wasn't him! That was the goddamned Synth that replaced him that kicked the Ghouls outta Diamond City! My brother would never do that!"

My breathing was uneven now. I had to calm down, get a grip. Fahr was really startin' to push my buttons.

"Hmph. Sometimes I wonder if even you have been replaced. If it wasn't for you being a Ghoul, I'd wager you were replaced, too. Because I feel like I barely recognize you anymore."

That's it. That was the straw that broke the goddamn Brahmin's back. "Whatever. You're just stickin' around for a paycheck, right? Then stop complainin' and do your job or I'll dock your pay. Every time you complain, I take ten caps off your tally. How's that sound?"

Her face went blank, eyes wide. "Are you shitting me?"

"Does it look like I'm in a jokin' mood?"

She stood up and walked across the room and to the safe. She took the keys out of her pocket and unlocked it.

"The hell are you doing?" I asked, standing up too.

"I'm taking what you owe me, and I'm leaving your employ."

"You're what!"

"You heard me." She counted out an amount from the safe and then slammed it shut. She tossed me the keys, and I didn't bother catching them, just let them clatter to the floor at my feet. "Have fun with your new Diamond City."

"You really gonna do this?"

She didn't answer me. She shoved her caps into her pockets and took a bag out of the closet. When she started packing shit into it, I realized just how serious she was.

"Fine, go, then. See if I give a shit. All you ever did was nag me anyway."

After her chems, booze, magazines, and spare bullets were packed, she slung her bag over her shoulder, walked out of the office, and slammed the doors behind her.

I was left with the silence. I didn't know what to do with this anger. This was the maddest I'd been in a while, and I hated it. I hated feelin' like this. I was too fucking sober to deal with this shit. God, it hurt so bad, I wanted to claw the pain out of my chest. Instead, I wound up punching a hole into the wall, kicking over the coffee table, throwing glass mugs against the filing cabinets, and pounding my fists in the top of the desk.

Once I had wreaked havoc on the furniture in my office, I was tired and out of breath, and my knuckles were bruised. I collapsed on the couch, not really feelin' much better, and took about six or seven Mentats, just hoping that somethin' would ease my mind.

[demonboi96]

Rwby fanfic prompt:

Jaune Arc aspiring crime boss enters beacon with nothing but an old family heirloom, his wit and his charisma. And his goal isn't to protect the weak or be a hero. It is to build connections, grow strong and and start his own crime organization.

Things that would awesome to see in the story:

- Jaune trying to be a hard cold crime boss but is still just as nice as his canon self

- Jaunes new ctime ring doesn't deal in drugs, too much heat and drugs gets to kids and Jaune wants to be a crime boss not a monster. Only selling of illegal firearms, extortion, prostitution, "protection money" and money sharks.

- everyone of Jaunes illegal "buisnesses end up helping the comunities in some way. His illegal firearms help get gun to civilians to defend themselves from low level grimm, he somehow ends up extorting alot of corrupt goverment individuals, the prostitution ring ends up not forcing anyone to do a job they don't want and ends up protecting alot of the girls that would have done it anyway, this has an added benefit of making people happier and grimm away. The shops he demands protection money actually get protection and helps prevent thefts and break ins.

- Jaunes friends don't realise that Jaune is building a crime ring and either don't know about his side gig or know about them but only think he is doing it to help people. Whether or not they join up with them or not is up to the writer i.e. yang becomes an enforcer but ends up in alot of fights protecting shops from being robbed by the white fang.

- due to all the action of Jaunes new crime ring by the time the Vytal festival comes around, Cinders plans are in ruins, they weren't able to steal enough dust, the white fangs numbers are at an alltime low in Vale (in fact lots of them jumped ship into the crime family itself.) The citizens feel alot safer in general and are in better moods helping repel grimm and the corrupt individuals she trys to threaten are way more scared of the family then of an uppity bitch that might kill them instead of making their lives living hells by releasing allof the info about them found by the family. And for some reason the family wants more faunas equality laws and more huntsman spending in the budget. ( faunas get more rights, more of them become clients and customers, huntsman get more spending then not only are his and his friends paid more and receive better traing and equipment but more huntsman that aren't part of his family will spend it out in the field on missions.)

[klarolinefallbingo]

Triple Bingo!

Congratulations to @supremeuppityone​ for making SEVENTEEN contributions to our fandom!!! You are a gift to Klaroliners everywhere!

[storiesofsvu]

for the fanfic ask: 12, 24, 34, 46

picked at random :)

12. Do you ever have trouble focussing on writing? How do you get around that?

Oh. All the time. I’ve been struggling with the fucking nanny series cause i like to have playlists for my fics/characters/genre. But like…where do i start with a fic that involves kids, heavy flirting, confusion, secret poly marriages that then morphs into smutty smut? Lolololol.

Usually music helps. Or i set a timer on my phone for 10 mins and don’t allow myself to pick up the phone until it goes off, that forces me to get into the feel of things and then i don’t want to stop lol. It also helps me to pace and get any anxiety out while brainstorming/daydreaming the fic first before sitting down.

24. On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

Either one chapter/shorter one shot, or at least part of one. I usually don’t write before work, it’s usually after so it depends how tired my brain is, and Saturday’s are the late nights so there’s no writing those nights.

34. How do you name characters and places?

Characters? I go through my facebook friends list and pick names at random. ESP for last names of random perps/vics/lawyers/cops. For other characters first names, it can be like that, or it can be like, “yo, i need a super uppity rich bitch name” and brainstorm for a bit

PLACES: are all real. Every single restaurant, park, bar, lounge, road, everything, is a real place in whatever city my fics are based off of. I’ve even gone as far as looking up real estate listings for apartments that fit the characters/situations. This tends to get me while I’m writing, cause I’ll be in the middle of powering through and then i spend 30 mins on google maps trying to find the right kind of bar to suit the mood 😂

46. What time are you most productive when it comes to writing?

Evenings? Either early evening or after my roommate has gone to bed (unless she’s not in the living room) cause when she’s watching tv I always get caught up in what she’s watching. I used to write a lot more during the day, i want to get back to that….

thanks for asking!! 😊

[cicaklah]

Who knew that hitman fandom was big enough for wank? But it turns out it is. It's Sunday morning and the birds are chirping and yeah vague blog at me, I will vague blog back.

Agent 47 is not real. He is a character in a video game who is a hyperviolent, ruthless killer. He frequently, canonically, kills people who are just in the way. People who have done bad things, sure, but we all do bad things.

47 is not asexual representation. He isn't representation of any kind. He is much more of a nuanced character than most of hitman fandom (the parts outside of Tumblr mostly) gives him credit for. He isn't a robot, he isn't emotionless. He is a bit of a trope inversion in many ways by not being James Bond. He has conflicts and crises that lead to him exploring salvation through the church (H2SA), through revenge (absolution), through outsourcing his choice of contract to someone who he believes has a strong moral code (Diana, implied all games but explicit as of H3). He doesn't trust himself to make the right decisions. He also is designed to be dichotomous. He's both devastatingly handsome and an everyman who can pass for anyone. He's a savant at every job who can blend in easily in any scenario and so stiff and robotic that even when lying down he looks like he's vibrating with rage. He's a charming conversationalist and yet everything he says is a clumsy dad joke about murder. Part of the character design is that to everyone he is this charming, handsome chameleon who can turn his hand to anything flawlessly, while to the player he's barely more than a stiff limbed ken doll we're marching around our bedrooms assassinating the other toys.

Agent 47 is not asexual representation not because you can't personally believe he is asexual. Most of the fandom does believe he is asexual. Go to hitman forum, go to Reddit, go to twitter, look at the ao3 back before 2015. But fanfic writing fandom is a place where people write romantic and sexual fanfiction about their faves, and here on tumblr is the part of fandom where we do that. You coming here and not just disagreeing with us, but telling us we are wrong to do so, and then vague blogging that we're just big meanies who don't understand how wrong, how morally wrong it is to write fic about a serial killer and his line manager because it violates YOUR sacred cow? Fuck off. Sincerely.

Because even if he was asexual representation, it still wouldn't be wrong to write fic about him being a world champion pussy eater. That's not how fandom works. That's not how the world works. Agent 47 isn't real. He isn't. I can write him fucking anyone I want. There is no law to stop me. I can do. What. I. Want. No one pays me to do this. The only reward I get is attention. If I didn't get attention, maybe I would stop doing it, but lbr I wrote steak back when the fandom was so tiny it took a week to get one comment on it, and I'm a fairly known writer in my circles. Writing the fic is its own reward if you care enough. In this case, it absolutely was. For two years every time it got a kudo I smiled to myself because it was something I was so proud of. I got a comment on it in September 2020 that was so nice it ranks as one of the best things that happened to me that year. Then H3 happened, and the fandom exploded with other people who see what I saw, and 2021 has been this glory period of camaraderie and fun with other women who believe agent 47 is a champion pussy eater and romantic lead for the ages.

Fandom has a lot of unofficial rules and one of the main ones that stops fandoms deteriorating into moralising morasses is this policy called don't like don't read. This kind of thing isnt new. Look up the ray wars from due south in the 90s...and know that there was a troll in that fandom in 2015 harassing people on Tumblr and the ao3 for shipping wrong in a fandom that by that point was so dead it was even smaller than the thirsty thirteen. When creators fought back and said fanfic was immoral, and rich and famous people like Anne rice sued fans for writing stories, we kept going. When moralists said that porn on LJ was child abuse, we made the ao3 so we owned the fucking servers. No one gets to tell fan writers what to do. This isn't our first rodeo.

I get that it feels awful that people are being wrong on the internet. How dare those uppity sex obsessed bitches write the fics that defile my poor woobie 47. But kid, he's not real. The fandom is real. Your headcanon is not gospel. There is nowhere in the holy book that says 47 doesnt fuck, but crucially, even if it did, I'm still going to write him as someone who fucks. I recommend you find a way to deal with it.

[cbk1000]

I am forever baffled as to why a popular depiction of Merlin in fanfic is of a shy, unconfident wallflower who can't believe someone like Arthur would ever be interested in him. This is a guy who, upon learning the jerk he tried to fight was the prince himself, went, 'Oh, still a bitch?' and fought him again, in front of multiple witnesses, USING MAGIC, knowing he would be executed for it if caught. Merlin went, 'Beating the shit out of this uppity knob is more important than my life', and if that's not Big Dick Energy, I don't know what is.

[lizzybeth1986]

I don't think you play TRR/TRH anymore but you should see what they did to Kiara in the newest chapter. It's so dumb and makes me so angry, especially considering the current climate of events. I've already seen people on Reddit be like "but we helped her overcome her trauma" (we didn't lol) and someone called her the c-word, very classy. Honestly PB's been low key racist in the past but all the stuff right now makes it high key...

(Apologies for the long post and not being able to place this under a cut)

I'm pretty glad I got these anons because truth be told I wasn't sure how many people - besides the few that I already knew were constantly speaking about Kiara's treatment in the books - would care enough to ask any questions about this. Most of the posts I saw expressed a disturbing eagerness to throw her under the bus, without exploring nuance or asking questions, and at this point I'm not very surprised.

I've always maintained that the treatment for Kiara is what happens when both the writers and the fandom are heartless, and these past few weeks have only been proof of that.

There are questions you could raise about this finale re: Kiara - questions almost no one seems to bother asking. I have three:

1. In this Coventus Nobilis...how is it that I see four Heads of House, and only one heir? 

2. If Kiara - who is not head of house - is supposed to represent Castelserraillian instead of her father Hakim (who presides over that estate), why do I not see Madeleine? Why do I not see Penelope? 

3. Why are we suddenly seeing Adeleide  popping up out of practically nowhere to rep Krona/Fydelia, and Landon conveniently rep-ping Portavira?  

Some of the answers to these questions lie in the questions themselves. Why else would Madeleine and Penelope not be present in this meeting - if it weren't to purposely distance them from this awful moment? After all, both of them have inbuilt subplots ready for the next book that would require interactions with the core group. How else do you think the writers could ensure we kept coddling them and pandering to them in Book 3, except by distancing them from this "betrayal"?

Why else would the narrative choose to pit Kiara - the lone woman of colour we'd been shitting on for most of this series - against Olivia - the white woman who has been given innumerable individual PoV scenes and her own mini-book (and whose reputation we had to help rebuild in said mini book whether we cared about her stupid duchy or not). 

Why else would they force Kiara to alert us mere minutes before the meeting begin, if not to distract us with crumbs ("See? At least we wrote her as warning you. Of course we don't hate her!"). 

Why else would you have Olivia and Kiara pitted against each other like this - if not to show these two women side by side, on opposing ends -  and compel us to believe that the white woman we spent 4.5 books propping up and pampering, is the most loyal one.  When in fact we have done absolutely nothing to deserve any fucking loyalty from Kiara or her family to begin with! (Ezekiel and his white bride notwithstanding).

What we finally got as a result, was a narrative that (as @queen-of-effing-everything summed it up when I discussed this with her) in one full sweep "glorifies Olivia, shields Madeleine and Penelope and sets up Kiara". Very few of us even noticed. And even if we did notice, is there any guarantee that we would care??

Remember how I mentioned in my last ask that I wished we expanded the same energy that we did with Aurora, to speak up against the ill-treatment of other black characters? Kiara was undoubtedly one of those.

After this, we as a fandom will speak very easily now of her "betrayal". We will call her the b-word and the c-word. We will boast of how we will "take her down" along with Adeleide and Landon and Bartie Sr. We'll boast about how we "never liked her" to begin with, as if doing so required some...idk exemplary foresight. We will make memes about how Olivia was "the only bitch we ever respected". We will make huge, sweeping claims about how Kiara was our "friend" and how (as you've mentioned, anon) we "helped her overcome her trauma" (!!!!) and claim by that token that  we were entitled to good treatment from her. I'm pretty sure when TRH3 finally comes out, her every word and action will be screenshot, put up on blogs, mocked and torn down just so we can write essays on how awful she is. 

Yet I saw very little of this energy in Book 3, where the MC could first emotionally manipulate her into supporting the Unity Tour, and where we actively suspected her  at a time when she was traumatized. At most there was some lukewarm acknowledgement of how she "deserves better", all while people still continued to write fanfic that positioned her as creepy and obsessed and villainous.  Almost no one had a problem with Savannah not acknowledging Kiara's earlier support of her, and in fact I'd seen posts that clubbed her with the other ladies of the court who likely "treated Savannah badly". Her father Hakim was made to join the tour alongside her by default, without the expectations that Landon/Emmeline and Godfrey/Adeleide were allowed to have, and the fandom was mysteriously silent about Hakim being made to "bow to his knees" in a way the others did not have to. Very few people even bothered to  notice or talk about how often Penelope was allowed to hold the MC's baby, or how Kiara was never really allowed to hold her even once. Which "friend" treats someone like this??

When I finally published this essay on the treatment meted out to Kiara especially in Book 3, what I got was a lot of neat, but ultimately hollow, little platitudes about how Kiara "deserved better" (How and in what way? Who knows, who cares). Out of those many many people who reblogged and responded, only a handful held the MC and Drake in particular (and Maxwell, who thought it appropriate to joke about "one suspect down") accountable for choosing to suspect and interrogate just her, and for showing ZERO remorse in forcing her to reopen those wounds. How is it that we can judge Kiara for this latest "betrayal", yet pretend that the MC and Drake had nothing to do with the pain THEY caused to her? How is it that this fandom was so fired up over her comments, yet would have such a weak, muted, carefully-generalized response to the screenshots where Drake was openly suspecting her and optionally  minimizing her trauma? 

Following that, why should we be entitled to good treatment from Kiara when we never really gave her even half as much?? Why is it so easy to divorce characters from their words and actions in Drake/MC/Maxwell's case, but so hard for a character like Kiara? (One may claim this is because Drake and Maxwell are potential co-protagonists, but the aforementioned essay already proves that you as a main character can get punished for not treating a mere side character with kindness).

Another thing that fascinates and repulses me even further is how the fandom has created myths around this one character, and how PB has constantly leaned into these "characteristics" even though the text itself tells an altogether different story:

1. Kiara is a snob. This is especially hilarious considering that she is established in Book 2 as being the only person who befriended Savannah before her departure and cared about what happened to her when she left. Never once in the books has she looked down on us for class-related issues, or outright mocked people for not knowing the languages she knew. In fact, she was the first person to acknowledge our skills if we showed any before Lythikos in Book 1. On the other hand, Penelope can be uppity and look down on us in Book 1 (there is even a dialogue option in Chapter 10 that leads to her calling us a "commoner wench") if we don't do well, and yet she's a cinnamon roll.  Olivia can engage in snobbish , entitled behaviour without the fandom having a problem just because she's their favourite. Madeleine can look down on us and pretend for 3/4ths of the social season that we're not worth her time yet somehow Kiara is the snob. Okay. Okay. 😐

2. Kiara is "obsessed with" Drake and constantly comes on to him. This is said by the same group of people who saw Olivia fucking Nevrakis plant a WHOLE FUCKING SMACKER on Liam's mouth, and said..nothing. Kiara on the other hand, has admired Drake's abs once, mentioned she'd always liked Drake once, spoken normally to him about his sister once, flirted with him once (Paris tea party), and ordered a wine from him when he was bartending. In the next book she either looks at him wistfully or admires his suit. Yet somehow she's the creepy, annoying, stalkerish. Okay. Ooookay. 😑

(This one was particularly damaging, because post the TRR3 hiatus, all efforts from PB were focused on reversing Kiara's position as an alternative LI. This included "confirming" on livestream that her affections were one-sided, at a time when Olivia was finally allowed to have some romantic moments with a single Liam, pushing forward a buildup scene to Drake's eventual secret wedding that had him acting extremely rude and confrontational to Kiara mere minutes after suspecting her (while she was expressing joy at his upcoming wedding in his playthrough!!!), and involving a subplot where he openly and by default suspected her. Sure, he spends a minute to be nice to her and chat about trauma if the MC chooses. But that's like a drop of sewage water floating in an ocean of shit).

3. Kiara Pretended to Be Our Friend And Then Dropped Us: This is false. Kiara only ever promised to put in a good word for us to the rest of the court, no more, no less. And she fulfilled that promise. Otherwise she never pretended to be friends with us nor made friendly overtures either way. In fact if you're going to accuse anyone of duplicity, you have Penelope and Madeleine. Yet somehow Kiara is the dishonest one. Okay. Okay. 🙃

4. Kiara Was Insensitive To Penelope and Didn't Understand Her. I'm not sure how Kiara is supposed to magically understand something that her friend isn't telling her. Plus this argument deliberately leaves out the fact that she stood up for Penelope when people chose to be mean to her, and even explained to the MC that she employs "tough love" because she can't always be around to protect Penelope. It also leaves out how one-sided this friendship is and how Kiara is made to do most of the heavy work in this friendship. Meanwhile, at Kiara's most difficult time period, in Castelserraillian, Penelope says absolutely nothing as the MC forces Kiara to join the Unity Tour, while making bedroom eyes at Kiara's brother. In fact the only reason Kiara's brother even exists is to give Penelope a love interest. The Kiara-Penelope friendship practically revolves around Penelope. I have never really seen Penelope look out for Kiara or attempt to actually support her in any way, and Kiara was the one who got the knife wounds. Yet somehow I'm supposed to believe that Penelope's the better friend of the two. Suuuuure. 😡

And this steaming pile of crap doesn't just make its way into shitposts and short opinion posts. It creeps into fanfic and fandom opinions. It finds its way in the tags and in other social media. It eventually even finds its way into the books, even though nothing in the earlier narrative ever really supported these extremely stale takes. 

Because PB didn't care for Kiara the way they cared for their white characters, they had no problem framing her narrative the way this fandom so desparately wanted it. Book 3 has the MC claim behind her back that Kiara is stuck-up and acts like knowing ten languages makes her better than everybody else, even though this is not backed up by the text, and in fact you will never see any acknowledgement of how Madeleine forced Kiara to make herself sound "exotic" in Book 2, or of how Madeleine and the MC (optionally) could downplay or question her skills unless they wanted to use her. Also, Penelope is never allowed to be talked about like that no matter what she's done. PB even had a scene (in the Hana playthrough) where they aggressively retconned the events of Madeleine's bachelorette party, where Kiara supposedly shouted at Penelope until the latter cried, and Madeleine was the one "having fun". Kiara was literally being thrown under the bus to make Madeleine look better. Madeleine. Imagine that. Madeleine.

Given how desparate the fandom was to nitpick and overdramatize everything Kiara said and did, is it any wonder that the team got away with the writing they gave her in Book 3? Considering that all the false arguments I stated above have made a resurgence in the past few weeks or days...is it any wonder that the only "support" this fandom is capable of re: Kiara, is lukewarm platitudes, cold takes and rank hypocrisy??

Yes, we can hold PB solely/largely  accountable for the treatment meted out to Kiara now. They made these choices over and over, and continue to do so, while tossing us occasional crumbs of faux-sweet behaviour from the MC. And they did this in insidious ways, which were so hard to catch that even a Kiara stan like me had to observe multiple playthroughs just to unravel even half of what they'd done.

But let's not pretend a huge chunk of the fandom was just as responsible for this - with their unfounded opinions, their disgusting bias, their favouritism of white characters, their refusal to observe anything besides their favourites, and their godawful fanfiction where Kiara is a creep or evil or killing the virtuous main character. Out of the huge body of fanwork that I've seen for TRR that features Kiara - at least 90% of it features her stalking Drake, or harming the MC (particularly the Drake MC), or in cahoots with the villains, or generally being referred to as a creep (why Olivia, who kissed Liam without his consent in Book 1 and was entitled enough to be angry about him not returning her feelings in TRH1, never got this sort of writing - I fail to understand). There is a tremendous gap between the vitriol dumped on her when she does something the MC doesn't like, and the milquetoast response when harm is done to her. There have been times when I've had to comb through pages and pages of hate just to read even one positive post on Kiara in her own goddamn tag.

When the next book arrives, I know you folks will continue to gas up the white women in this book every chance you get, and mask your racist vitriol for characters like Kiara (and Hana, let's not forget the way y'all treat Hana) behind the same self-righteous judgements and the same tired, stale takes. I know that PB - despite what I will still believe is their hollow promises today - will write every single one of those stale takes into existence. All because it will be "justified", because Kiara is a "bad person" or "untrustworthy" or "fake". Whatever. Y'all can stick to Olivia The Black Hole and babysit Madeleine and Penelope, I guess. Kiara always deserved better than these writers and most of this fandom anyway.

[creampuffqueen]

unpopular opinion: leave lyria alone

Am I the only person in the Throne of Glass fandom who is bothered by how demonized Lyria is all the time? In so many fanfics, she’s just an obstacle for Rowaelin to clear, she’s a bitch, she’s a doormat, she’s the devil, she’s evil. Why???

I’ve seen people calling her boring, which I can’t truly agree with because we know literally nothing about her. That’s fine if you think that’s boring but to me it just means she’s a mystery. 

Some of the hot takes I’ve seen recently have been talking about how Sam sucks, which, yeah, true. I get it when Sam is the problem in fics because we know about him, we know what he’s like. But 99% of the time it’s Lyria who’s the problem. And I just don’t understand. 

We know nothing about her. So people who say we don’t know that she wasn’t awful, we also don’t know that she wasn’t. We don’t know about her. Lyria could have been the nicest, kindest, best person ever. And we don’t know. Just because Rowan said without Maeve’s manipulation he wouldn’t have given her the time of day (which, frankly, is pretty fucking rude on his part, don’t be an uppity ass, Rowan) doesn’t mean that Lyria wasn’t a good person. 

And also, Lyria was manipulated by Maeve as well! But she came to love Rowan, and he came to love her. They were both manipulated, so I absolutely despise when it’s Lyria who’s shown to be manipulative in fics. 

Before anyone says anything, I know it’s just fanfiction. But the thing it, it’s all the damn time that Lyria is shown this way. And I’m sick of it! She deserves soooo much better than to be a manipulative bitch or dead 99% of the time. 

#givelyriatherespectshedeserves

[supremeuppityone]

Writing exercise to distract me from all my WIPs #3:

            Caroline’s sparkly heels were pinching her toes and she was certain she’d never get all the frosting out of her hair. The cloying scent of chai tea made her gag and in retrospect, she should’ve realized that Stefan’s terrible choices in wedding cake flavors was yet another red flag. Clearly, spiced pear cake with chai tea frosting was the sign of a sociopath.

            Honestly, finding out he was fucking Elena this entire time hadn’t been nearly as upsetting as one would think. But it had nothing to do with Klaus storming into her bridal suite to confess his feelings while Stefan’s opioid-addled mother was pinning the custom lace veil into her curls. But that kiss... 

            Still, Damon yanking the microphone out of the priest’s arthritic hand to shout across the cathedral that Stefan was fucking his sister-in-law certainly livened up what had been a pretty dull ceremony. 

            Until Jeremy stood up to announce that he’d been fucking Stefan too...and Damon.

[purplesurveys]

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Just another names survey, because there’s nothing like looking back at everyone you’ve ever met at 11:28 AM.

Do you know anyone with these names?

Sara: I know a Sarah from my college. She’s kind of a friend-ish? Like I’d say hi to her if we pass each other in the building but I wouldn’t get lunch with her or send her a meme. She also goes by Chloe, her second name. Gabby: Pretty common name. My girlfriend is a Gabie and I had another high school batchmate named Gaby; I also had an old friend from the wrestling fandom whose name is Gabbie. The last Gabbie also goes to UP but I’ve never met nor seen her in the four years I’ve studied there, which is still such a weird thing to me. Rochelle: My Language teacher (it’s basically a subject that taught us English grammar) in the 5th grade was a Rochelle and she was a massive bitch. She is the manifestation of small and cute but terrible, and she didn’t like me and made sure I knew it. I’m glad she aged terribly in the last few years. Alexis: Apparently my Uncle Alex’s full name is Alexis, but I didn’t know until today when I read the obituary for my grand aunt who had just passed. Aurora Summer: I have an orgmate/coursemate named Summer. She’s nice but I think she’s a little lazy and doesn’t make a good co-worker in projects.

Peyton Bianca: Also a common name, but it’s a pretty middle-class/white girl name too. I knew lots of Biancas from high school and all of them are studying in the more expensive university just beside ours. Jordan Eliana: I don’t know Elianas but close enough -  we have a current applicant for our org named Liana. Liberty: Eh, noun names like this one aren’t too common at all where I live. Meadow Cheyenne Acacia: Nah. The only Acacia I know is the name of one of the many dorms inside campus. Laurice and Jo used to live in Acacia but their applications got denied this year.  Erica: I used to ride the bus with an Ericka but it’s all very hazy - I was only in Grade 1 and I think she moved schools not long after, so I don’t have a lot of memories of her. I had a high school batchmate named Erycka but I never liked her either - just seemed too uppity and had a bit of an attitude for no reason. She used to be Gabie’s friend so when the two would hang out I would fuck off so that I didn’t have to deal with her loud ass. Chantell Shawna: Gabie has a coursemate(?) named Shauna. I don’t know her and I dunno if I’ve met her. I think I have, but I never talked to her. Suzy Maria: I can confidently tell you a good 70% of Filipino girls/women have Maria as their first names. No one uses it as their main name though; it’s usually just given to complement second names. Gretchen: Eh, I know a couple of popular personalities with this name but no one personal. Isabella: I have a second cousin named Isabella but I’ve never gotten to form a relationship with her because she was born and is being raised in Australia. Isabela is also the name of one of Gab’s sisters.

Skye: Someone I went to high school with has a kid nicknamed Sky... Skylar: ...because the kid’s whole name is Skyller. Cecily Paige: Nope but this did remind of the WWE wrestler Paige. Autumn Arielle: I went to grade school with an Aerielle. We lost touch for a bit when she had to drop out for a bit and ultimately moved schools, but we’ve since reconnected ever since she got into UP. She’s taking up journalism too. Brianna: Callo’s third name is Brianna. Her chaotic behavior on social media had pissed me off in the last few months so I cut ties with her. A little sad considering how incredibly close we were in high school, but I just have to remember how annoying she’s been and I feel ok again. Cassandra: I used to go to school with a Cassandra but she moved when we started the 1st grade, so I never actually got to talk or be close to her. Like Aerielle, it turns out she’s also in UP now and she’s in the football varsity too. I see her sometimes but given that we’ve never talked, the most we’ve given each other is a look of recognition of being in preschool together lmao. We also had a batchmate named Kassandra but she lives in Singapore now. Small, sweet, and just the nicest girl. Cassidy Sierra: Aya’s second name is Ciara, which is pretty close. Some of us say it similarly to Sierra, and others pronounce it as Sha-ra, so it varies. Cheri Shariah Savannah Greta: My sister had a batchmate named Greta and I remember her mostly because she’s the daughter of my high school’s old theatre manager/director/I never actually found out what his position was called, but basically he used to produce all of our school productions. Leandra Lauren: I went to grade school and high school with a Lauren. We were close as kids but she changed crowds in like the 6th or 7th grade and we lost touch from there. Austin Samantha: Lots of Samanthas were I’m from; it’s a fairly common middle-class name. I used to be best friends with a Sam; I had a high school batchmate named Sam; I knew someone a high school batch higher with the name; and I also currently go to college with a Sam. OH and I also have a cousin with this name hahahaha. She lives in New York but she visited the Philippines a couple of years ago and I was able to spend time with her then. Shayne: My sister’s kindergarten teacher was a Shane and all I remember is that she was really nice and motherly to my sister who did nothing in school but cry because she had bad separation anxiety. Seth: I have a cousin named Seth, but he lives in New York and I’ve never seen him. He’s the younger brother of my cousin Sam. Scott Ryan: I have a uncle with this name but I haven’t seen him since I was a little girl. He used to live with one of my aunts but I think he has since moved back to our home province. Maverick: One of our org’s alumni is a Maverick but he goes by Mawel. I’ve always thought he was intimidating so I’ve never approached nor talked to him. Dylan: My sister had a batchmated named Dylan which I think is a badass name for a girl. Anna: I had several former teachers named Anna. Two of them taught AP (social studies) and another taught us algebra. Katie: I will sometimes call Kate this, but I dunno anyone who legit goes by Katie. Jessica: Went to high school with one. Was always too boisterous and a little fake for me. She also loved to surround herself with boys as early as when we were 13 and while that’s never wrong I just never vibed with people like her. Lydia: I don’t know anyone with this name but this did remind me of the Breaking Bad character who was always a little bit annoying. Ellery Dakota Epiphany Galaxy Ariana: I think Yumi’s sister is an Ariana, but I’ll never know for sure because she always just calls her Ari. Gabriella: My girlfriend is a Gabriela. Rachel: My math teacher in Grade 1 was Ms. Rachel. I don’t have an opinion on her but I remember one time when our class was too noisy, she got way too pissed off and she spent the entire 45-minute period doing sign language to us to be petty. I never did like her after that. Amy: I go to college with an Aimee but I never get to see her on campus because her whole person screams Ateneo. I have no idea why she just didn’t enroll over there instead looooool, her boyfriend and all her friends are there and she’s always hanging out at their campus it’s so weird. My late grand-aunt Amet was also called Amy by some of her peers. Marissa: This is the second name of Kayla, someone I go to college with. Her schedule is weird though because she went on exchange in Canada two sems ago and she’s supposed to have been back a long time now, but I haven’t seen her at all. I have no idea if she’s still even in Canada or is back in the PH now and is just keeping her whereabouts on the down low. Taylor Rebecca: One of Rita’s older sister is named Rebecca but she goes by Becca. She graduated from my college last year, so I’m pretty familiar with her. We’re not close but I’ve encountered her a few times before and she’s reeeeally pretty and nice. The few times we’ve crashed at Rita’s place she had always greeted us out of familiarity from seeing us in our college building. Ashley: I had an STS class with an Ashley but I didn’t get to know her all that much. Allison: I used to have an instructor named Allison but I think she only taught so she could have extra cash because she’s also taking up her Master’s in the same college, so she wasn’t that good of a teacher. I do remember finding her pretty though. Oh and she also got into a really bad car accident in the middle of the sem and we didn’t have classes for like a month, so there’s that. Madison Abigail: My mom is named Abigail. Zachary: I have a cousin named Zachary but he mainly goes by James. Gabriel: Yep I have an orgmate with this name but we call him Gab. He’s...a bit of a character. Either you can tolerate his presence or you find him plain annoying. Used to play his music LOUD in Skywalk which annoyed the hell out of everybody. I’m still not sure what to feel about him so I just give him a nod when we see each other. Mitchell Joe: I have a friend named Jo but she’s a girl. I don’t think I know any guys named Joe. Corey Shawn: I know a friend of some of my friends is named Sean but we’ve never encountered each other. He’s into broadcasting and has done hosting gigs and I think he’s a junior jock in one of the local radio stations as well. Carly: Carley was my old internet best friend. We first found each other because we were huuuuge Stephanie McMahon fans on Tumblr a decade ago and we’d do edits and read fanfic and reblog photos of her, so a really close friendship blossomed from there. She had a rough life those days with a bit of an abusive mom (who has since passed) and I’d video chat her in the afternoon when I’d come home from school (by then she was preparing for school, since she’s from the US). After a while her schedule turned weird and she’d be offline for months at a time only to resurface for like two days then disappear again. She did this for like 3-4 years until I got tired and just stopped talking to her. She’s still my Facebook friend and she shares a lot of memes, but that’s all to it now. Carmen: I went to school with someone who had a very lengthy name and one of her names was Carmen, but she goes by Pam because she also has a Pamela in her name. She does streetdance and I was classmates with her once but we never really got to talk. Melissa: Eh, sure. Someone from high school. Lazy ass. Stephanie: The only IRL Stephanie I know is this girl who’s supposed to be enrolled this sem and is supposedly a classmate of mine in several classes, but never showed up from January through March. And now the lockdown hasn’t helped her case either. Shannon Selena: I have a cousin with this name but it’s spelled Selina. Also she goes by Bia because her other name is Bianca. Christine: Fairly common name. I know lots of Christines/Christina but I’m only close with one, who’s my orgmate and is the VP for Membership for the org, aka she’s the one in charge of recruiting new applicants for the two sems that she’s in charge of the committee. Paula: I went to grade school and high school with a Paula. She was SO painfully shy and quiet but friendly. She studies in Ateneo now but I wouldn’t know if she’s gotten extroverted in the last few years. Harmony Serenity Tessa: My prof in PR was Ma’am Tessa. One of the nicest, softest people ever who’s always down for anything. I think she’s in her 70s now but she’s definitely still kicking and doesn’t miss a single basketball and volleyball game during UAAP season. Claire: One of my very first guidance counselors was Ms. Claire. I remember her being motherly and she was also the counselor that intervened when I had a fight with one student in third grade that was big enough for both of us to land in the guidance office heh. Ruby Rhiannon Harper Riley Brandon Brayden Mystery Noelle: I vaguely remember going to school with a Noelle in kinder but she only stuck around the school for 1-2 years so I have no memories of her whatsoever. Destiny Darcy Dianne: Went to kinder, grade school, and high school with a Dianne. She was quiet for most of the years but she had a really blooming glow-up in high school, where she was part of the popular clique. Super smart and she’s now in business school in UP; also a terrific dancer. Felicity Grace: I have a grand-aunt named Grace. She’s very sweet and funny and is doting towards her grandkids and her grandnieces and nephews, but she and her sisters have notorious track records in the family for having a bit of an attitude and/or for making scenes, and she’s the pettiest of them all given that she’s the youngest. Despite that, all in all I have a soft spot for her. Hannah: One of my best friends in UP. We first met when she and Macy (my old high school friend) transferred to UPD from UPLB, but in the end Hannah and I ended up becoming closer friends because Macy has since struggled to adjust to the transfer and has pushed people away in the process, including me. ANYWAY I’m glad I was introduced to Hannah because she’s one of the most hilarious people I’ve ever met. She’s also insanely talented and a hell of a performer. I’ll miss her the most when I have to graduate. Kayla: That girl who went on an exchange program in Canada that I mentioned earlier mainly goes by Kayla. I remember her notably because she’s the first EVER person I talked to when I got officially enrolled in UP - we were seated together in the welcoming assembly for freshies back in 2016. It was nothing more than a random encounter though and we didn’t end up becoming close after that. Liam: My cousin Seth is also named Liam. Morgan Natasha: I went to school with a Natasha but we all called her Tashie. She had a bit of a larger build than the rest of us which made her look domineering, but she’s really nice and is a big softie if you get to know her. She posts workout videos from time to time and has since lost a lot of weight in college. Nathan Olivia: My future daughter loljk Bailey Emily Amanda: I have an orgmate named Amanda. She’s mostly shy and reserved and I haven’t really gotten the chance to know her since she’s quiet and always has to head home earlier than the rest of us. Addison Adrienne: An old classmate from high school has had her third kid that she named Adrienne. Molly Siona: I don’t know Sionas but I do know a Fiona, heh. Emerald Chelsea: Yeah Chelsea was one of my close friends in high school. We don’t talk these days but we’ll sometimes react on each other’s posts on Twitter or Facebook which is enough for me. We used to have parties and drinking sessions at her family’s gazebo behind her house, so even though we’ve mostly lost touch I’ll always have fond memories of her. Naomi Bethany: A very very very VERY old mutual on Tumblr had this name but we mostly called her Beth. She lives in the UK and I remember her being a CM Punk fan. Had unique eyebrows but was super pretty and she used to post webcam selfies all the time. Brittany Hope: Someone I went to kindergarten with had Hope as a middle name but she went by Maezelle. Super blurry memories of her as we were never close, but I remember her specifically for her teeth lmao - she had some cavities as a kid so she had a bunch of silver teeth. OK just checked Facebook and it turns out she lives in California now, as do most of my batchmates who migrated to the States as kids. Joy: I know several people who have Joy as a middle name but don’t go by it, like high school batchmates named AJ and CJ. Jade Aaron: Old friend from high school. Like Chelsea, he was a part of our friend group. He studies in UP too and we’ll say hi and hug when we see each other, but we aren’t personally close. Andrew: Coursemate, classmate, orgmate, groupmate in several projects, and now my thesis partner. At first I found him annoying and a bit too invasive and extroverted for my liking, but I gave him a chance and he’s turned out to be a really amazing, loyal, supportive friend. He’s an extremely talented writer, singer, performer, host, and radio jock. Wimpy drinker though haaaah. James: I have a cousin named James. He lives with his family in Vietnam and since his dad is from New Zealand, he’s picked up a bit of an accent as well. Jonathon Zachariah Malachi Victoria: I had a classmate in a polsci elective with this name, but I called her Jillian during that time cos it’s her first name. Judging from social media posts, she mainly goes by JV. Solomon Sorin Celia Heather: Went to high school with a Heather and is actually attending the same course as Jillian ^ in UP now. We were quite close in high school and she used to confide in me about relationship issues, back when she was seeing someone who had plans of transitioning. Heather’s parents were very strict against the idea and went to great lengths to forbid her from seeing him, so yeah that’s what she would rant to me late into the night about. We also bonded over One Direction and Joe Sugg for a time, and those days were a blast. She also got me to be in a Twitter DM thread with Caspar Lee for my 16th birthday which was a HELLUVA SURPRISE lmao. I’ve never forgotten those days with her and I’ll always remember her fondly even though we never talk anymore. Ivy: My prof in feature writing was named Ivy. She’s... a meh instructor at best. She loved telling HER stories and HER experiences and narrating HER interviews with famous people, politicians, celebrities, athletes, etc. but she left a few lessons behind which is really what we all enrolled for lmao, so I didn’t really learn anything from her class. Jasmine: Someone I went to high school with. She was into K-Pop, J-Pop, and anime back then and I think she still is. We were always good friends towards each other even though we were never close close. She’s taking up linguistics in UP now. Jasper Kaylee Anica: An instructor from the broadcast communication department in my college. Nothing much to say about her except she weirdly tags along with one of the other professors ALL THE TIME TO EVERYWHERE, including the washroom. I’m definitely not judging but yeah, it’s what I notice first when I think of her.

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

Heya purge! I saw in one of your tags that you’d been consuming fic for around 20 years! That’s like my whole life. Mind telling us how things have changed? I’m sure places like ao3 have changed things a lot. I’m just really curious in fandom and fanfic culture! :3 x

Ao3 is a fucking godsend let me tell you. I won’t make a lot of the same points and stuff that fannish history folks have already documented (how it literally changed, and all the fic we’ve lost that isn’t backed up on floppy disk somewhere… I’d say we’ve lost an equivalent to the digital burning of alexandria honestly) but i can tell you my experience :3

I’ll stick it under a cut cuz i kind of rambled… but i had fun doing so ahahha xD sorry you unleashed the tiger from the cage xD

We all make jokes about ‘being there’ when stuff in fandom history happened, but i’ve been around since all the major purges (LOL my name is so fitting in retrospect ahahha). ff.net’s various purges (and the whole anne rice suing fanfic writers and shit… i never DID agree to their new terms of service haha), geocities sites going down, obviously the more recent shit too, but like I’ve been around even for the creations of certain, older fanfic sites too (one of the oldest slash forums for lord of the rings fics for example… I was there, Gandalf LOLOL!!… and now that i check the date on that i feel old as balls thanks anon xDDD and wow my one fic is still up there PFFFFT) but like, I come from an era where you took your floppy disk and copy/pasted shit from online (once it even loaded) for later reading, and also so you could find it again, because also before ff.net it was hard to find stuff. I’m pre-google ya’ll xD You dont UNDERSTAND the horrors of trying to find anything pre-google. Ya’ll have it so fucking good D:

There was never an abundance of content like there is today, and so you can bet your shit we were grateful as fuck for what was out there, let alone for someone with a decent command of writing and storytelling. Everyone commented on everything (once that was something even implemented… it was email lists before that, and comments sent in that way… i still have my e-mailed comments from fic readers haha), and it was (and still is, in my honest opinion because people entitled as FUCK now) one of the GREATEST faux paus you could do to be reading a fic (esp. multi-chaptered) and not comment. The indignity of not giving back a little (and it still is a little, which is why i get so damn fired up on this subject) for aaaaaaaall the words and story and everything you just read was a serious sin against fanfic writers. I still think its seriously fucked up not to comment (and again, i’ve mentioned that if you dont got the spoons, thats obviously different) but like, the entitlement that runs rampant today did not even exist back then. Yeah, you still had the assholes whose comment would literally consist only of “where’s the rest?” with ZERO actual thanks or input while expecting/thinking they deserve more (and THEN you could remove chapters or stories, cuz god giveth and damn does she taketh away xD), but it wasn’t nearly as prolific as it is today.

The commenting culture today and the backlash against writers wanting comments on their work in return for providing said free content makes me mad enough to wanna curb stomp some people. I’m a bartender, I don’t put up with shit HAHA xD But the entitlement especially now and people who act like writers are being uppity for wanting a small return on their craft are disgusting. Same type of entitlement as art thieves (we all know the type). We didn’t put up with that shit back then. People acting like little bitches wanting free stuff for literally nothing? We’d pull the whole fic. And the community would handle it and it usually turned into a teaching moment about how damn important it is to comment and just how much freaking control writers DO have over their media. We’d pull it from public view unless amends were made (whether that be a private note from someone entitled finally paying their fucking due with proper humility, or reaching a comment count when you had hundreds of people reading but not commenting). Damn i miss taking away fic xD We played hardball back then xD

That was the fucking worst and people were rightfully denied access to fic if hits didn’t coincide with comments. You could publish a chapter and then decide to remove it from view (either for editing, or hostage taking for comments…. which i miss dearly AHAHAH it forced people to learn to be proper commenters and interact with those whose media they were consuming). It’s a big part of what I miss because just like a proper community, people kept each other in check and made sure everyone played nice. You enjoyed a fic? You sure as hell let that writer know. Now though…. the entitlement drives me up the fucking absolute walls and makes me wanna put stuff behind a paywall sometimes…. everyone is lucky im lazy as shit tho AHAHAH and im usually fine after venting xD

But yeah, fanfic culture in general has shifted in a major way to constantly consume and NEVER give back, either in comments, or creating new content yourself to also add to the community (for example as i’m sure we’re all aware, like ALL the people who bitch about certain ships or ‘why ship this when you can ship THIS?’…. Like, instead of bitching that ‘WAH WAH this author doesnt WRITE the ship I LIKE why can’t they write THAT??’ people came up with the radical idea of CREATING the content they wanted to see :| And if weren’t that good of a writer/artist to do so? Well then you SUPPORTED the writers/artists you enjoyed by leaving comments on their shit OR getting a commission… Goddamn i remember when even ‘commissioning’ people was a wild concept… Ya’ll dont know ahahah xD

I do believe that this is a huge source of where Anti-shipper behavior has stemmed from; entitlement gone berserk. And public schools and shit are still largely full of my parents’ generation who were not computer-literate either in function or courtesy, so even as internet social skills are not being taught correctly (or safety; they scared the SHIT out of us back in the day and now everyone has all their shit and pictures online haha) so there’s also a huge disconnect socially which i think has impacted online fandom spaces and what is considered acceptable or not. People also turn into fucking swine when they think they’re anonymous online (and boy do they change their tune fucking quickly when you out them) and i think the whole anonymity thing is also a factor of this whole entitlement issue in fandom spaces; making demands without giving ANYTHING back. Like I’ve mentioned in the past, I don’t put up with that shit, and it’s not a coincidence I was going to work for the CIA after I just left Japan about 3yrs back (thank fuck I didn’t cuz FUUUUCK this administration) cuz people are dumb as shit and basic tracking skills to call someone out on their bullshit has been my bread and butter since i was like 12 haha. You act dishonest and entitled, and it’s gonna come back to you in some shape or form. You’re going to reap what you sow. That was the motto back then and I still believe in it today.

Hell, it has shocked the FUCK out of me the few times i’ve had people tell me ‘omg me and my friend were talking about your latest update!’ and i’m just like O_O????? because also back in the day, ‘fanfiction’ was kind of a taboo word. You never said you were into fanfic in mixed company. You more or less NEVER discussed it publicly (I’m not even talking dirty stuff, just normal, sfw fanfiction) because it primarily existed only online (for me; i’m post-fan magazines but pre-internet fanfic sites LOLOL). Hell, I got my college english professor into fanfiction. She didn’t even know what it was, let alone that something like that existed, and I had to explain it to her my first year of college kind of with a red face xD She was a writing-professor too so like, let that date the culture a bit. Like, if that was literally her major field of expertise and she didn’t know about it, that should tell you how not-mainstream fanfic was.

I’m kind of out of touch with that myself. Do kids (ya’ll are kids to me okay? xD) mention fanfiction as a reading/entertainment medium in normal conversation? Like, you could mention, without getting weird looks, ‘oh i enjoy reading fanfiction’ or (and i’m like internally gasping at the idea here) being able to say ‘yeah i enjoy writing fanfiction’? Is that a thing? I sure as hell don’t tell my peers that I write fanfic, let alone that i’m approaching 1million words for borderlands stuff alone AHAHAH It’s STILL taboo and seen as a lesser writing medium to folks my age. If you weren’t in a ‘geek’ circle (and i mean, i had friends who played D&D at lunch, and one friend who we mentioned fanfic together with) then culturally, as an art form, it wasn’t acceptable to discuss. Like, i’m STILL in that mindset that fanfic is not something to be discussed off the internet with people and it makes me very very uncomfortable to do so unless i know 100% I can speak discretely with someone. That’s what the offline culture was. I know its way different in some respects, like me and my youngest sister are 10yrs apart and her experiences with fandom are wildly different, but the idea of people actually talking about someone’s fic together with friends absolutely blows my fucking mind.

So, it’s changed in good ways too xD I just fucking HATE people who think they’re entitled to never comment or give back to the community sooooo i tend to get stuck on that issue, ESPECIALLY, again, as a writer approaching 1million words. *salute* doing my duty to the fandom community LOLOL or polluting the fandom community if you’re an anti AHAHAH antis can suck my entire ass and i’ll go on to put another million words of what they HATE into the world and they cant stop me ;3 spite is a fabulous motivator xD

The tools back then were a lot more crude, abilities and functionality was limited (but also better in some ways; moving fic to the ‘backroom’ so to speak), and even finding stuff was hard and relied on the hushed whispers of friends, but damn the community was better. So much better. So much more positive and accountability made people decent. So like, I do LOVE a lot of what we have now, but we have lost SO much. Both in terms of content and sense of community. I wish people would put more positivity into the content they’re consuming and lift up others. It’s why i try my damnedest to leave commenting tags on EVERY SINGLE THING i ever reblog here, because i *know* firsthand how much it means. To scream your art into the silence and only get the equivalent of stares back is maddening.

So yeah. Stuff has changed. Capitalism and censorship are running especially rampant hand-in-hand right now, and lord forbid we come full circle where there are no more places for us. I mean, if we have to go back to email lists, hell I’m already ready and an old veteran to that system anyhow. I’d miss all the content we all have access to…. but then there’s also that 90% commenting rate you get with that kind of system so HEEEEEY let it all fall down! bahahah xD

[silviasutton1989]

THE TRUE KINGS *Ch. 1 “The 1st Victim”

Face Claim: OC Count Isaac Bartus by Alexis Popas, Duchess Olivia  Nervarkis by Sophie Turner (but will sometimes change to Lily Cole) and King Liam by Daniel Henny other Characters will have face claims as well in the future

Author’s Note: Y’all I am so nervous right now! This is the most I have ever worked on a fanfic so I really hope you all enjoy it. It has taken me a month to get enough written up where I feel I am ready post it. Drake and Riley’s story will be in the future chapters as well. HERE IS THE TRUE KING!

Summary: With the unsuccessful end of Cordonia’s new King’s social season comes new challenges. Olivia is finally over her un-reciprocated feelings for Liam, she questions should she give her old friend Isaac another chance, Liam has to prove to his people he can rule his country without a queen. And everyone has to watch their backs as a new threat descends upon Cordonia. The True Kings are here and the only thing they want more than the crown is blood.

Word Count: 2000 +

Rating: NSFW (I’m going to rate every chapter Mature and NSFW because there is a great deal of violence sex mature subject matter course language and probably a lot of other bad things I cant think about right now.)

Mick was patting himself on the back for how well he could mask his thoughts. As he served each privileged unworthy noble their fancy champain at their fancy ball with their fancy clothes, through his smile he could only think--

“In a few hours I will kill you. All of you."

This job had been the best one yet finding a gig through the dark web wasn’t easy. Many people who would inquire any type of kill would eventually chicken out before he could even get his hands dirty. But not this one. No, this one came with a round trip ticket –several tickets for his crew- a fancy hotel and best of all money. Yes, this job paid in folds. And if all Mick had to do was find a willing crew to help, fly to some foreign place called Cordonia and kill some cocky basted who thinks he is literally a king that money would be easy takings.

He tried his best to keep the pleasantries but he was getting antsy, and the damn bow tie Boss made him and his crew wear was starting to throttle him.

“Excuse me young man.” Mick turns around to see a gruffly old geezer staring at him. He assumed the man would probably look a lot younger if it weren’t for that permanent scowl on his face.

“What—I mean ...Yes Sir?”

“Well as I told one of the other waiter’s the toast will be starting soon. I'm sure the King paid a great deal of money for you and your serving crew to be here it would be such a shame if I have to come to him with this mater...Hmm” He coughs and tries to straighten his chest the bastard didn’t even know how close he was to death. “As I explained to your other server, Beaumont’s must toast with Merlot. I have been asking for a bottle of Cheval Blanc for the past 20 minutes! I can’t stress enough how important this—“

“Sir let me get right on that!” Mick tried his best to look hospitable but he clearly looked agitated, his smile showing all front teeth made him looked pained like someone was sticking him with safety pins. He brushes past the old man deciding it would be best to let the geezer have his last drink than to wring his neck right there.

Mick walks over to one of the double door, waiting is a tall lanky waiter leaning on the wall, holding up an empty serving tray in his hand.

"Geez  Fuller! Boss said we're supposed to look like the staff. Put some drinks on your tray at least Geez!" His exasperated sigh is loud and makes Fuller straighten up.

"Sorry Mick but this party is boring. Hell they can't even get drunk right.  These pompous windbags need another glass of wine like they need  a hole in their heads. Heh heh."

The two chuckle to themselves. "That may be true but we have to look the part Boss is paying us good money to hit our targets and we wont get the chance if they fire us before the toast." Mick looks around the ballroom the crowd filled with wide eyes and laughter. Putting a few drinks on his tray Fuller leans toward Mick, "So which ones you plan to pop first. I was thinking that short haired blonde over there. She has that whole tragic "die while your young and beautiful" thing going for her. I figure I'd do her the favor."

"Let me guess you tried to flirt with her?"

"Heh Yeah the stuck up bitch just laughed in my face....all I said was "hi" and she cackled and walked away like I was a joke... we will see whose laughing tonight." Fuller chuckles as he watches the girl in the crowd, it wasn't hard to spot that emerald dress.

"Focus Fuller, we have two targets the king and his mistress. I need as many bullets in them as possible. After we kill them then you can get whoever else  you want. Speaking of which have you seen the King?"

"Oh yeah he stepped out of here bout 5 minutes ago with some red hot little number. Heh, by the way he looked at her they weren't going to do much talking." Fuller laughs is uncontrollable as a noble reaches for a glass. The noble gives him a questioning look before walking away. "If you ask me that's the best way to die, a fancy party, tasty food, the finest woman on her knees.. wooo! That's a lucky man!"

"That lucky man is going to die tonight, you fool." Mick looks into the crowd seeing the old geezer from a moment ago, they lock eyes as the man raises his wrist in the air and starts tapping on his shiny watch in frustration.

"Look I gotta go...give everyone the signal to be ready. It's time to lock the doors. Keep your's open so I can get back in. Boss all ready left so it's go time I need you all to focus.

"Chill Mick, this party is all ready dead!...Get it dead Ha!"

As he walks out the door he can still hear Fuller's laugh. Even through the music, he can hear the sounds of the doors locking on the other ends of the ball room. Fuller gave the signal, everyone is ready, now the show is only missing it's leading players: The king, and his mistress.

Mick tried to find the damn uppity crap drink that geezer asked for but he didn't want to go too far from the ballroom. It was almost showtime.

"Do you know how you looked out there? With his hands all over you like that? You have to think about your reputation " "My reputation? You dragged me out here to tell me to think about my reputation?! Liam I don't think I need your help in that department. In fact I think you are the last one since you're the reason my reputation is what it is." "I have no idea what you are talking about. I have done nothing but protect and defend you. When you were being blackmailed who got the Intel to help find out who did it? I'm just trying to be your friend here and tell you you are doing yourself  great disservice the way you are acting out there." "Liam I could go out there bare naked and what everyone says about me wouldn't be any different, it would just add to it. That the only reason I am still around your court is that I foolishly think you will marry me. Yeah now they may think I'm a whore too but....what's the difference between a dumb fool waiting for love that never comes and a whore? So thank you for the pep talk Liam but I don't need your help not now not ever. So don't drag me out here and act like you're giving friendly advice when really you're just jealous some has the balls to openly show they want to be with me, Liam."

Mick was about to past the bickering couple when he heard that name.

Liam

That's the King's name right? He quickly ducks to a nearby door, peeking over the corner to see if the two noticed him. They didn't, both were too busy trying to get the last word. He had them! Both the king and more than likely the mistress together and alone. This was fate; he could do the job right now and have time to grab some of those cream puffs before anyone even found their bodies. As he reaches for his gun he hears footsteps approaching he ducks further into the door trying his best to blend into the shadows.

"You know what? Do what you want I'm trying to be a friend and look out for you. I have to go give this speech. Maybe you should wait before coming in behind me."

The king walks right past him before he could get a shot.

Damn!

He leaves the shadows of the door into the light of the hallway as he watches the King walk into the ballroom.

"Who are you?"

He quickly turns to see the mistress. He forgot about her. Fuller wasn't lying, she is a beauty, but her eyes are staring daggers at him.

"I asked you a question, sir, and don't try to to say your a waiter those combat boots are a dead giveaway."

Before he could react she sees the gun in his hand and her eyes grow wide. As if on cue, she kicks the gun out of his hand.

"Guards!" She screams but only once. The lights go out. His hands are over her mouth in a second but her screams wouldn't have mattered anyway since the ballroom was clearly in its own chaos.

Damn they started without me!

He needed to get in there this was his mission how stupid would he look if it was his men who took out the King and not him. But this fiery mistress was going crazy in his arms, flinging from left and right trying to spring free. He swings his body fast and hard to the wall. He hears the dull thumb sound her head makes on contact, then she stops moving.

The lights come on and he sees the people running from the ballroom.

Shit.

On another side of the castle it is quiet and serine, nothing at all like the madness just a few yards away. There's a young woman in the driver seat of a large black van. She isn't startled by the sounds of  the van's back doors opening. In fact she's been waiting for the ten men to come back for hours. The van shakes slightly as they pile in. She can clearly hear that Fuller is still wired from adrenaline. Maybe it all worked out they killed that King guy now they will get paid and she can leave these psycho guys alone for good.

"I got one of them I just know it! Whoo! Shit this is better than sex I tell ya! Who you guys get?"

"I think I stabbed some girl. We should have practiced. Shoot everyone was running like crazy. Who'd you get Stunner?"

"It seems like you losers forgot the mission and I didn't see Mick so me and Marty went for the King."

"Whoo....No Shit?"

"Yeah No shit. The bastard clothes lined me, couldn't even draw my damn gun on him. So I moved on to the other target. What the fuck happened to you Marty?"

“Dude! He punch me!  He cracked my effin’ mask I didn't want my cover to be blown so I shot some random dude and I bolted. I think we really should have been informed on his defensive skills."

The men all agree in their own ways, as the young girl in the driver's seat turns to them.

"Where's Mick guys?"

They all shrug, scratching their heads trying to think of the last time they saw him.

"You idiots probably didn't even kill the targets AND you lost the guy that has our money?"

Her question never got a chance to be answered as the van’s back doors swing open once more. A body dressed in a long gown is thrown Into the van's floor right at the men's feet. There's a bag over her head and her hands are tide behind her back. Her screams are muffled as she squirms on the floor.

"So you started without me huh?" Everyone's attention moves from the body to Mack as he closes the van's door and sits next to Fuller. “Did anyone get the King?” No one answers him, too confused and embarrassed to speak.

"Mick you never came back and...well when the King started his speech...that's what we practiced. We couldn't miss our chance.” Fuller trails off. “What's with the dress?" He points to the squirming body below them.

"Oh, her? Well with you all fucking up the plan I had to make some adjustments to make sure we get paid....boys bow to the King's mistress." Mick's chin perked up as he watches all the men stare in awe, everyone but Stunner.

"Um... Mick you sure you got the mistress? I could have sworn I shot her."

"As sure as my name is Mick. Heard the two having a little lover's spat during the party. This is definitely our girl. I figure we hold her for ransom get a couple extra bucks. We can always kill the king later."

He lifts the body placing her in his lap.

"Be fore we kill her I have got's to see what make's her so special."

Mick's hand slides up her thigh. He bunches up her dress in his hand, and as if on cue her head leans forward before rearing back slamming into Mick's nose.

"Shit!" he howls before throwing her back on the van's floor.

The group chuckles until Mick looks up.

"Well why are we not moving? Let's Go!"

The young woman turns over the engine and begins to drive through the deep trees just as she was instructed. But she can't help but watch the body on the floor through her review mirror. She bet the girl behind that mask was a spoiled brat who didn't appreciate how good her life was. She also bet, being a King's mistress, she had to be beautiful. The young woman laughed at herself, she was jealous of a kidnapped soon to be dead mistress. But despite how senseless her feelings were she couldn't look away from the body and those beautiful deep red ringlets of curls that spilled out of the bag covering her head.

Tagging: Many of you requested to be tagged but I have terrible memory so I’m going to do a random list with each post. If you do or do not want to be tagged let me know. @boneandfur  @darley1101  @choiceswreckedme  @tmarie82 @tonyamariestark @gingerjane15 @sephkleio @zeniamiii  @july30th2013 @blackcatkita @alesana45 @choiceswhodunnit @livingfreetothefullist @pixelberry @pixelberryy @drakewalkerwhipped @drakesfiance  @endlessly-searching-for-you @american-duchess @snyggflicka @mrsdrakewalkerblog @jlouise88 @andy-loves-corgis @butindeed @josieschoices @speedyoperarascalparty @drakelover78 

[ashleighxx]

Fic Recs

So I've finally caught up on some Klaroline fanfic updates (I've accidentally been neglecting due to trying to type my own updates...) 

Cursed Obsessions  by Uppity Bitch 

In this multi-chapter AU Klaroline work, vampire Caroline is a smart, sassy college professor specializing in ancient cultures. She's unveiling her latest research in which she debunks the famous "Sun and Moon Curse" artifacts. Imagine her surprise when she meets the mysterious hybrid who perpetrated the hoax!

I have just been really captivated by this fiction! I love the use of items and characters in the TVD universe and have been given a new lease of life... but the much loved characters still their usual and lovable selves. Also I really cannot stress how amazed I am at each story the author writes. It is such a talent to give sooooo much detail with out it being overloaded. You never know which universe she will lure you into, but its never shy of amazing... Skewered and its food and recipes, A heart of stone with Caroline ad a gargoyle, and Conjuring a heart with Voodoo in Nola to name just a few of her talented work... I could go on forever so why read my useless rambling and go check her work out and read that instead!! :D

Klaroline Ficlets by Kickassfu

Klaroline.... Koroline brotp... Henrik included drabbles and ficlets...... What more can you want?!?! 

I really enjoy the plot lines and stories that she comes up with from sentence prompts. They are a fresh of fresh air and fun, but she can knock you down with emotional overload! Love getting notifications for her drabbles as i don't know what to prepare for in what universe she takes Klaroline (and Kol, because lets face it I LOVE Koroline) 

Not a Fairytale by 0oHarleyQuinno0

AU (Set in 10th century, before vampires creation) After learning that two of his sons are having feelings for a widow, Tatia, Mikael's hatred for Klaus went to the peak so he thought of marrying Klaus to an 'unlucky' girl in the village while he engaged Elijah with Katerina. From Henrik's death things become nasty, it is the beginning of worst. Klaroline/Kalijah/Kennett

This story has me really intrigued!! I love exploring other creatures and this one has me wanting to know more.... I have loved the way the characters are coming along with plot and i am soooo excited to see where she takes it.

Look for me amongst the stars by blackfairiequeene

Caroline Forbes-Salvatore is an actress in New Orleans for her latest movie when she has a serious mental breakdown after visiting a local museum. Damon Salvatore is her controlling husband who books her into an asylum because he can't deal with her mentally disturbed behaviour in public. Klaus Mikaelson is her no-nonsense doctor who slowly finds himself pulled into stories.

I am so excited to see how this story goes... Is what Caroline saying real? What happened with Damon to put her in hospital? Are they really incarnated and will Klaus get his own memories? Excited for more :)

*If theres a story you have posted and have not had a review off me Ashleighxx please please please let me know.... I have no idea what stories I've read/not read anymore and I'm always looking for more :)

[paulinhaals]

Klaroline Review

Continuing my contribution to Klaroline Appreciation week, today, I'm talking about some wonderful writers who respond to the reviews always so kindly! Call me crazy, but every time I read a chapter comes a million things in my head and I always feel like putting everything in the comment and I usually make huge comments, I even think I have to police myself in relation to this, because really I do not know what writers think of that! S every time I get replies, I feel happy. I really love receiving replies to my reviews. It is as if we are talking and feeling everything with the writer and the story,  and i really like. So here are some of the wonderful writers and some of their wonderful stories that I did review a few times: 

Ashleighxx, I love all her Klaroline stories, but mainly:  Re-write The Past,  Letters to Hope,  Until We Meet

For YourNeighbor306, we have  Always and Forever

Ssklarolinewrites, I have a love for all her Klaroline fanfics, but I have commented actively on   Big D

 3tinkgemini, If you have not  read her stories yet , read! It's pure Klaroline:  Above All Else and  Songs of the Moment

Uppity-Bitch, I began to read her stories recently! Here are the ones I have reviewed so far Cursed Obsession  and Skewered

 originalhybridlover with  Good to You, this is a really great story!  

TitansRule for Treachery, another good one! 

 honestgrins is writing  Delivered that I am in love!

So here I was wondering if writers like (silly question) to receive review for finished stories? Or if they prefer long and detailed revisions or short ones? Do you like suggestions?