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charismaofobedience · 8 months

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HIIIIII MY BESTIE KIT KIT MT BESTIE!!!! i was thinking what I could show you from your recent fandoms n then I reminded that I DO HAVE A TWST WIP. W lilia n silver even <3

Lilia frowned while holding that book, turning it up and down as if hoping doing that silly action would somehow give him all the intelligence and common sense in the world.

He wasn't sure how long he kept doing such a thing, trying to comprehend what it was saying in every way possible until it got to the point Lilia was sitting upside down on the sofa, holding the book vertically and squinting.

Maybe his old age was finally catching up to him. Maybe his eyes were finally starting to get bad. Maybe Lilia would even die tomorrow and oh no, who would take care of that human kid and Malleus then? Oh no.

Meleanor would fucking murder him the moment he crossed the gates of wherever it is she was.

"... What are you attempting to do? How intriguing." Malleus was staring at them, standing straight and still as a statue under the entrance door.

"Oh, Malleus! You're finally home!" Lilia flopped down from the sofa, almost as if sliding from it and quickly turning back up, rushing up to his side and shoving the book to his face. "So, you see. Your dad is smart and all and surely he can read, you know! He's smart! He was a strong guard and all! But! Apparently your dad cannot comprehend human literature and therefore is unable to understand anything written in this book about how to take care of human babies and celebrate their birthdays!"

Malleus was Lilias last hope. Please, tell poor innocent Lilia that he can understand the language.

"... Lilia. I am quite certain this is a book about human cooking, not a parenting guide. And you seem to be on the chapter that tackles the history of human meat." Malleus mumbled from behind the book still being shoved at his face.

Oh, how miserable. At least Silver wasn't awake already to see his dad committing such a small, tiny, insignificant mistake as this.

Thankfully, Lilia would continue to be the excellent parent he was with his other sons help, now.

#♡𑁬࿔ chii asks #♡𑁬࿔ tag games #♡𑁬࿔ kit tag!#♡𑁬࿔ chii writes

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deepestbelieverstranger · 3 years

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Aaaaah!!! Honestly, I reblogged it just so you would send an ask 😝😝😝

So, I have tons of WIP that will probably never see the light of day it was up to me to write them. Also thank god I've been meaning to write them into not!fics to post in the near future.

Okay, to the juicy part. This idea came as a dream and it was originally a Buffy/Angel fanfic but then I migrated to Sterek, so it became a Sterek fic now.

The story is called "Stranded in a mansion". It's set in something like 18th century maybe? Of course, as much as I hate Kate, the conflict between Hale and Argent are the easiest to start any kinds of conflicts. For a change, Derek is completely human in a family of werewolves and Kate thought seducing a human for her plan to annihilate the Hales was a great plan.

Derek is the middle child, a little on the quiet side and loves to read and definitely not as rowdy as his werewolf sisters. It came as a surprise to Derek when the outgoing (and scandalous but Derek doesn't give much care to the outside world most days) Kate Argent casts her attentions on him. He was flustered and wary and his family was wary too because the name Argent was a warning bell in and of itself but Derek is human, so perhaps he wouldn't be in harm's way if he "hung out" with Kate.

Everything went normally for a month or so before Kate stows Derek away as she puts her plans in motions. Derek didn't like the way Kate was increasingly secretive and forbid him from writing letters to inquire about his family's wellbeing. Until they reached a route near cliffs and the storm came on hard, blocking the carriage's ways and stopping them from their journey indefinitely under such heavy rain.

Fortunately, there's a mansion that they passed not far from a little over an hour ago so the carriage turned back to seek shelter from the occupants of the mansion. The gate was luckily unlocked and they drove the carriage until they reached the entrance of the mansion. When Kate knocked on the door impatiently, a young man opened the door. He dressed a little plainly for what some would assume to be a mansion of a wealthy person. He has dark brown hair artfully coiffed, wary brown eyes and skin pale as the moon, the man looked like a recluse hostile to any visitors. He casts assessing eyes towards Kate and a curious look over Derek and the carriage driver.

The young man introduced himself as Stiles and invited them to enter the mansion. It seemed that Stiles was the only occupant of the mansion but that assumption was proven wrong when there were a few maids and servants to be seen around. Stiles welcomed them to his house as guests for the foreseeable future and arranged rooms for them. Derek and Kate were given separate rooms and he sighs in relief. At least now when the rain has stopped Derek can send a letter to ask about his family when Kate rushed him away so quickly and without reason.

The rainstorm lasted a few days, Kate looked increasingly caged and aloof towards everyone in the house while only maintaining a thin veneer of politeness. Derek was glad that he has a few days to himself and he explores the house. He thinks he struck gold when he found mansion's library, that's when he started to spend all his time in the library to avoid Kate while Kate impatiently waits for the rainstorm to stop so she can start leaving.

The rainstorm stopped after 5 days of staying at the mansion, Derek knows all of the staff in the mansion he thinks and he doesn't speak to Stiles much besides occasionally crossing paths in the library. The road out of wherever they're coming from is blocked with fallen trees, mud and rocks and everything. Kate was pissed off was an understatement. It will take days to clear the road, considering the mansion is the only house near the road. Stiles informed them he will write a letter to the authorities to send help in clearing the roads and Derek, having spend time without Kate breathing over his neck, has written a new letter to replace the confiscated one so he can ask if his family was alright. Derek asked Stiles if he could send his letter together when they were in the library.

The letters sent and the sky no longer pouring, Stiles decided they should at least do the preliminary clearing of the road. Derek volunteered after being cooped up in the house for five days. Kate doesn't help but does complain a lot.

Of course, this whole freak storm wasn't actually a natural disaster. The Hales had relayed a message to the magic user leaving near the edge of town of what's going to happen. Fortunately, the Hales were mostly unscathed with most members lamenting Derek's luck with people.

The freak storm happened just in time and Stiles opened his mansion to the anticipated guests while keeping close eyes on Kate's every actions and making sure that Derek Hale was kept as far away from her as possible. It definitely worked in Stiles' favour when it turns out Derek was as eager to distant himself from Kate.

Stiles spends a lot of times observing Derek, curious how he got caught up in Kate's schemes and it was really just the man being socially awkward and thinking Kate was possessive.

The story ends with Stiles and Derek falling in love and Kate being apprehended for her attempted murder of the Hales.

The End

Thank you for the ask!!

#ask games #fic ask games #fanfic ask games #wip fic #stranded in a mansion #sterek au #sterek 18th century au

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literally-just-there · 1 month

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Is it too much to ask for to not have to go to exams and float away on a little boat with my lover while surrounded by lanterns ?? 🥺🥺

#gates wips 📓#{🌻🔍} • 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 #self ship #self shipping #self ship art #art wip #oc x canon #f/o x s/i #f/o x oc #self ship commu #self ship community #f/o co #f/o community #self #self insert oc

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literally-just-there · 1 month

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I do not remember the last time I drew with THAT level. What is this sorcery 😳

#gates wips 📓#{🌻🔍} • 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 #self ship #self shipping #self ship art #art wip #oc x canon #f/o x s/i #f/o x oc #self ship community #f/o community #self insert oc

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literally-just-there · 5 months

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hai! 👋 I'm too curious to pass up this opportunity sooo ;

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^ I love how big emojis get in the askbox for no reason so much lmao. 😂🤣

Hello fellow fan of emojis-that-get-frickin-big-by-default :)

Here is a snippet from the unfinished, untitled and unpolished chapter 2 of my fic The Seeker's Chronicles :

"May I use the phone ?"

The ticket seller jumps in his seat, in a way that would appear almost comical if it were not for the dire situation. His wide eyes lock onto the woman in front of him, before they close as he breathes out in relief, finding the beloved mayor's assistant a much more welcoming sight than the cloaked redhead with menacing glowing eyes.

“O- Of course, Mrs Darlington, go ahead…”

She quickly thanks him, and goes to dial a number, the movements of her fingers quick and efficient. After a short moment, a brief sigh of exhaustion can be heard, followed by the grave voice of a man.

"Hello ?"

She speaks urgently, "Mayor Smallcat, good evening."

"Good evening Helen, what is the matter ? I thought you were at the magic show with Mr Darlington ?"

"I am or, well… the show's been cut short."

"Cut short ? Whatever do you mean ?"

She sighs, "To put it simply, the magician was some kind of… dark sorcerer in disguise. He made several young women disappear, I think he stole their souls…"

"He— Their souls ?!" he cries out. "Dear god, are you alright ?!"

"I am, but Miss Anders was among the victims though…"

"I am sorry, Helen…"

"Mayor Smallcat, there is something else."

"What is it ?" he asks. His voice appeared to have aged several years in seconds.

"Right after those events, a young woman showed up. She doesn't seem to remember who she is."

"A young woman ? Do you know her ?"

"No. I don't remember ever seeing her in town either."

"Never ? Did you notice anything particularly unusual about her ?"

“Unusual is the right word sir. She is not dressed like a lady at all, and resembles some kind of adventurer. She also carries a roll of parchment with her, and refuses to let go of it.”

"A roll of parchment ? What does it say ?"

"I don't know, she keeps it closed in her hand, she is almost clinging onto it for dear life."

"I see… anything else?"

"Well, she helped me find some clues about what happened, she was very fast at finding them… Maybe she's some kind of investigator ?"

A pause.

"Good at finding things you say ?" he says with a pensive tone.

"Yes ?"

"Could you bring her to the city hall, please ? I would like to have a word with her."

#asks 💌#gates wips 📓#moot {kuroh 🪶}#wip #writing wip #seekers notes fic #seekers notes

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literally-just-there · 5 months

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👀 👀 !!

*bartender voice* And two wips here, two!

First one is mostly scribbles, I wanted to draw Seeker in Mucha's style because he is one of my absolute favourite artists...

Second one was started a few days ago when I got an Idea™ (aka me starting to make use of the suggestive tag 😌)

#asks 💌#gates wips 📓#moot {nick 🔮}#wip #art wip #self ship #self shipping #self insert oc #self insert #s/i #f/o #fictional other #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #romantic self ship #oc x canon #the informant #tw suggestive

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literally-just-there · 5 months

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👀👀👀

(@pinky-in-blankets )

Three of those? *proceeds to scroll through ibis paint and fic folder*

The plate for the Dancer and the almost kissing meme (for the latter it is mainly because I am still looking for Situations™)

And a very tiny and very much unfinished and unpolished snippet from my fic The Seeker's Chronicles :

Hidden in the shadows of a nearby alley, a small black pigeon merrily pecks seeds as hands clad in black leather gloves nimbly tie a small roll of paper to its leg.

Once the knot is secure, the hands cradle the bird and pull it away from its meal, as from under a tricorn pulled low on the forehead, dark blue eyes keep a close watch on the front door of the scientist's house. As the two young women exit the house, the mysterious figure retreats further into the darkness, eyes locking onto the seeker's figure as she heads into the sunny streets.

The hands carefully raise the little pigeon, bringing it closer to the collar raised high to cover half of the man's face. From behind this collar, a muffled whisper comes out.

"Do not leave her."

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