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🔖 pictures from the family photo album

#ts4 #sims 4 #daithí lore drop while kmiks on break <3 #i've got brainrot #i gotta go back through my blog and make character tags soon #don't look at the hammer in pic 2 #i didn't do the uv properly when i converted it to accessory #its a bit warped but it'll do #also shan i got your ask thank you for sending it <3<3 sorry i didn't reply yet #i've gotta travel to a neighboring county for a few days and i'm in a bit of a slump about it #i wanted to add more to this post but i also wanted to post it before i left #so here it is #this is queued i'm not gonna be around for the next week or so <3 #/daithí

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#shout out to the ones who have been here when i only had like 4 or 5 aus

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#5

Hey y'all I got a sort of prologue for the cocoon au! It doesn't have a name yet, but I wanted to show this to y'all anyway. Hope y'all like it, if you feel like I should add or take away something let me know! When I get it done, I'll be posting the Prologue and (hopefully) the first 2 chapters on AO3. By the way, the prologue is short, but usually my chapters are about 1200+ words. Hopefully y'all enjoy this angsty introduction though. :)

Original Au Idea by @raefever ! Go check them out! I got permission to do a fic on this :)

Written by: Me, your truly!

Warnings: None!

Type of Chapter: Angst, Sadness, Hurt/No Comfort, Pain, Grief

Words: 638

Cocoon Au

The Prolouge: Casita Falls.

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Cracks shot through Casita. On the ceiling, through the floor, the walls. Everywhere.

Everyone was shocked, but soon frantically were trying to leave. Mirabel, went for the candle. A dresser was about to hit a very scared and confused Antonio, but luckily, Felíx barely caught him.

"We gotta get out here!" He yelled.

Isabela and Camilo shot after Mirabel, only for their powers to fizzle out. They fell to the ground. As Mirabel was about to grab the candle, she looked to see her tío Bruno in the grass by the trees.

"Good, he's out." She thought.

She grabbed the candle.

Dolores shoved Alma out of the way of falling debris, Casita rippling its tiles to push the matriarch out the collapsing threshold of the front door, Dolores left behind.

Julieta and Agustín were screaming for Mirabel to leave the candle, to get out. Casita rolled the floor, making them fly out the door after failed attempts to get back in and grab their children.

Pepa was already out, but called for Dolores and Camilo.

"Camilo? Dolores? Come out, hurry!" She screamed, cloud no longer above her as the magic faded out.

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178 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#4

Papa Antonio AU

Swap!AU where it's Antonio who has to look after Mirabel.

Like he got his gift and stuff and the engagement is ruined, with Dolores getting with Mariano, but Casita doesn't fall, Bruno stays in the walls and Mirabel is just pushed aside after that. Antonio still hangs out with her and stuff, but Abuela pushes him away from her more and more. The family is wayyyyyy more neglectful and kind of just...forgets she exists. Except for Antonio, he's far too attached to her. Then Mirabel just randomly disappears (much to a now what, 9? 10? yr old Antonio's dismay,), and her portrait on the tree and mural disappear.

Antonio mopes and sobs for a month straight. Then, on Mirabel's birthday, there's just some baby, a newborn laying in his hammock in his room. The baby is Mirabel. He keeps her a secret (he's surprisingly very good at keeping secrets, even from Dolores) and she basically lives in his room til her 1st birthday. On her first birthday, Mariano points to the family tree, where a baby is directly connected to Antonio. Did I mention that during the time he's caring for her before her 1st, he regularly visits Bruno in the walls to ask for help? No? Oh, well, good Tio Bruno (since he had previous child care expeirence).

I still love Mirabel but I also love angst.

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199 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

Isabela, Dolores and Mirabel run into the dining room where the adults were waiting to start lunch.

“Mama! Guess what!” Mirabel said, bouncing in her spot by the doorway, Dolores and Isabela doing the same.

“What is it niña?” Julieta smiled, setting the last plate down.

“We brought our new friend! He’s here!” Mirabel beamed, pointing to the supposed friend that was currently out of the room.

“Oh, did you?” Julieta said, sitting down.

“Oh, you mean that kid you’ve been hanging out with?” Fèlix said, shifting to get a better look at the door.

“Papá! We already told you, he’s a big kid! Like hermano mayor Mariano and you!” Dolores huffed.

“Sure he is,” Fèlix chuckled, rolling his eyes.

As the 3 children in the dining room continued to try and prove he was an adult, the adults could hear Luisa, Camilo and Antonio laughing and squealing, the sounds becoming louder as they got closer to the dining room. They were obviously talking to someone, who they had assumed was their “friend.”

“By the way, what is his name?” Alma said, smiling down at her nietas.

Isabela smiled back, slowing her bouncing slightly. “He said his name is Mr. Pedro! He even has the same last name as us! He looks a lot like Abuelo, but older…so we call him Abuelo!” At the mention of that name, the room froze, save for the 3 little girls giggling. Pepa had a cloud forming, but the girls seemed oblivious to it.

“Isabela what are you—“ Pepa was cut off when Isabela, Mirabel and Dolores ran out of the room, seemingly towards a person.

“Abuelo!” The 3 of them shouted.

The six children had all made it into the room. And as they said, they had their special friend with them, both Luisa and Antonio holding his hand. A tall man who bared a striking resemblance to the man in the large painting by the stairs. He was obviously aged, more than likely just a few years older then Alma. He had white to black hair, and his goatee had streaks of grey in it. He wore all white, save for the ascot and waist scarf, which were a mix of red and maroon. His eyes wrinkled in joy as he gave a warm smile, one that Alma knew far too well.

Camilo smiled brightly as he waved at his family. Gesturing to the elder man next to his prima, he said 3 simple words that seemed to take the breath out of the room.

“We found Abuelo!” Camilo grinned.

Just an idea for the cocoon AU where Casita/the miracle brings back Pedro and the children find him when they were exploring (set before their ceremony).

All of the adults after Pedro walks in:

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201 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#2

Mama Mirabel au things

Antonio drew this for Mirabel on mothers day. Mirabel loved it, and cherished it, but had to get him to make one for Pepa, much to his disdain. At the time he didn't really comprehend that Pepa was his bio mom, and Mirabel didn't want her tía to be upset with her.

270 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mama Mirabel with a twist

By: Me, @ismaet and @alternaterey

Mama!Mirabel, but instead of just Antonio, it's like all of the village kids 10 and under. All of the townsfolk find it normal for her to have like 10 kids following her around like ducklings. She brings them to Casita, plays games, teaches and sings to them, repairs their clothes and embroiders for them, etc. They call her 'Mamabel'. When her family starts to notice and ask around, the people are just like:

"Oh Mirabel? She's always kinda been like a second mother to the kids, it's cute right?"

And the family starts to notice just how close she is with them, to the point where they wonder if they've just not paid enough attention to realize something as big as that.

Mirabel is called: Mamabel, Mama, Mira, Mirabel

Casita is called: Abuelista, Abuelita, Cassie, Casita

She has about 30 kids that collectively join her over the years, all 10 and under.

Mamabel AU starts when Antonio is born.

!A little bit of an angst alert!

Mirabel is "assigned" to care for Antonio. Pepa and Felix are more like parents of convenience. Julieta is busy and Agustin is too. Abuela doesn't seem to notice a difference, still giving a lot of credit to Pepa and Felix. Mirabel ignores the pained feeling in her heart. She often wonders if her family really cares. But deep down, she knows they don't. Mirabel goes out to town often with Antonio, and an adult is eventually like:

"Can you hold Diego for a moment?"

And Mirabel just holds him while Antonio is shifted to her back. Diego is only ever actually given back to the mother when Mirabel has to go home at the end of the day. Now? She's kind of like the town babysitter (she's not complaining!) And it snowballs from there. The townsfolk still love her though, and give her tips and tricks when they see she's struggling. At about 11, she accumulated about 10 kids and this is about when they started calling her "Mamabel". (She doesn't correct them, the townsfolk even called her that in an adoring manner at times.)

The town built Mirabel her own special little house for her and the children on her 12th birthday, so they can have mass sleepovers. It's like a small house that sits between the town and Casita, a bit towards the back. None of the Madrigal's know it's there because the town kept it a secret. They knew that Abuela would somehow try and pull some "We should turn it into a store!" crap. (Mirabel cried like a baby that day.)

When the Madrigals DO find it, they're surprised. In the scenario that Mirabel goes into a coma after Casita falls, the older kids bring her to the little house (with the other Madrigal's behind them), and settle her into the bed (which is bigger than her small twin sized one in the nursery, which does NOT go unnoticed).

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575 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

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I saw your post in the Ford tag and gotta say: I have heard stories about the times when Ford was commonly disliked, and I can't imagine living through that 😭 I joined the fandom right before Lost Legends came out, and I only ever came across one blog still posting about disliking Ford. He is my favorite character from any media ever. Welcome back to tumblr, I'm glad you get to experience the fandom finally giving Ford all the love and appreciation he deserves

Come and sit near the fire, youngster. Let old Grandma PiP tell ya stories about the good old days...

But yeah, both Ford and Mabel got lots of angry rants in those days. To be honest, most of them were made out of love for Stan (because Ford did treat him like garbage at points) and Dipper (because people perceived that he gave up way more for Mabel than vice versa).

But it kinda sucked because oh man, here was our theory son finally getting his time to shine. And what was even better is that he was just as awesome as we'd hoped he'd be. We'd always thought he'd be a giant nerd like Dipper but also a badass because of his getting lost in the portal (though we were wrong about some things - like him being the author and not McGucket, what he was doing before he was lost, why he and Stanley fought, that his name was Stanford and Grunkle Stan was Stanley, etc).

He was my favorite character the moment he walked out of that portal and showed his face (well, kind of before that, given much of my blog was posting headcanons/theories about him before he was revealed, but nothing was canon yet so it was all what-ifs - we never knew if we’d actually like him or not until he had screentime). 

And then I get online to see how other people responded... and it was not good. Granted, some like me loved him and many had their minds blown with the reveal, but he got a lot of flack. Even legit anger. I remember thinking, “Damn, I know we all love Stan to bits, but give Ford some slack! Give him time to shine and make it up to Stan.”

To be honest, I think had he had more screen time, especially more scenes from what was described in the physically released Journal 3 and Lost Legends, people would have liked him more from the outset. I’m still of the opinion that the story in the latter half of S2 feels rushed, and as much as I love this show and appreciate the effort put into it, I think Ford suffered for it.

Stan, Mabel, and Dipper got two seasons to shine. He got half of one, and a few episodes of that half didn’t even involve him much or at all (cough Roadside Attraction cough). And what we do see of him is punching Stan, talking about their broken relationship, telling Stan that the Mystery Shack has to go, him giving Dipper a mind control device, him explaining how he worked with Bill, and him inviting Dipper on a path away from Mabel. The few positive scenes we saw were in DDaMD and his heroic actions in the finale episodes.

He gets fleshed out way more in supplementary materials and, upon reading those, I think he arguably can be seen as the best character in terms of growth and depth (though Stan rivals him closely in this area imo).

I would love to do a whole Ford character analysis post at some point soon, because the way they wrote him is worthy of a closer look. He’s heavily flawed, but that’s what makes his arc and story all the more satisfying, and interesting to examine. A flawed character is a good character from a writing perspective, and like you, he’s been cemented as my favorite character in all media ever so far because of it. 

He had an arguably abusive father, deep insecurity and ego issues, pride that shattered his relationships and led him to push people away, made many mistakes, was intelligent but easily manipulated, and had to accept that - as much as he wanted to be a hero - it was Stan who was the true hero... But even so, he found redemption and happiness in the end. He’s still a broken man and still has flaws, but like I said: his growth arc? Amazing. He’s also relatable to me on a personal level because I’ve struggled with many of the above issues in my own life.

I am like 99.99% sure Hirsch will never return to Gravity Falls, but if he does in some form, it would be great to see a mini series or comic or [insert thing here] with Ford as a main protagonist, be it his story between getting to Gravity Falls and being shoved into the portal, his portal adventures, or his adventures with Stan after the main series. I know we’ve seen summaries or hints of these time periods, but man, with how little screentime he got in the show, I think fans would gladly go for it.

I also think it would be great to explore his and Stan’s stories in material that’s allowed to be more adult. Gravity Falls gets away with an astonishing amount of darkness for being a Disney show, but I think something targeted for an older audience would allow for greater delving into these dark aspects of Ford and Stan’s lives, like breaking generational trauma and family cycles, how to mend long-broken familial relationships, reflecting back on major regrets in your life, morality in the face of survival (if Ford’s portal days are ever explored more in-depth), etc. 

But Disney owns the rights so if they’d be up for that... not sure. I’m not saying make it Rick and Morty or Inside Job level adult, but somewhere between the original series and those shows. The fandom is older now, and if Stan and Ford were the protagonists, it’d make sense to age up the target audience, as well.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #deep pip thoughts

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#5

thinking about katsuki coming home from one of his morning jogs, and it was cold out so he wore a hoodie today & he does that thing where he pulls it up off his head by the collar/hood but the shirt underneath rides up, and it shows off his deep v line, teases some of his abs and that trail of blonde hair that vanishes into his black sweatpants. the band of his designer boxers just peeking past the top of his sweats

hair on his head being ruffled by the hoodie before he’s running a hand through it messily to somehow make it that perfect amount of chaos that’s his signature look and when you look back up at him he’s winking, smirking because he caught you staring.

he definitely does it on purpose knowing he’ll always have your attention the second he’s in the room. he doesn’t even have to say anything smart about you staring, just struts off to your shared bedroom knowing it’ll be approximately 5 seconds before he hears your footsteps following after him

1,777 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#4

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#3

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1,908 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#2

Bakugou is very attentive to you and your needs, no matter what he just somehow knows when you want something but refuse to say anything to him.

I imagine one of those situations is when you're stopping at the petrol station with him, the fancy black car purring into a smooth stop and he wastes no time in getting out of the car to fill it up. You'd tagged along with him for the afternoon whilst he ran errands for his agency and his friends, it wasn't overly exciting but you loved to spend time with him regardless.

The sound of the car door opening automatically has you looking over to Bakugou as he leans one arm on the roof of the car, bending his body down enough to peer into the open door to look at you. "You want anythin' from inside?", he watches closely at the way your eyes dart to the side for a moment eyeing a sign for some sort of snack that had been brought out, but still you return his question with a soft 'no thank you' and a shake of your head.

But he saw the pout on your lips, Bakugou closes the door not soon after mumbling about how he's gotta go pay then you both can go back home. You watch his broad back and shoulders in the thin, hardly really something you can count as an item of clothing, tank top that was most definitely more for showing off his thick biceps, and of course, he wore grey sweatpants that are for showing off how hard he works on his ass and thighs from just how tight they were on the man. You sigh a little in longing when he disappears behind the automatic doors of the small petrol station store.

Bakugou doesn't waste much time in the store, always a man who works fast and efficiently. The door opens again, and you settle in for the drive back home when something drops into your lap with a soft thud and then the sound of a door closing. You jump in the seat, looking at whatever your boyfriend had thrown at you on his way into the car only to find it's the snack from the sign that you were looking at when he had asked.

"I said I didn't want anything though," you pout when he does his own seatbelt, hand on the steering wheel when he looks at you for a moment.

"So? Your pout was a different story," he snickers when you protest at the fact you were not pouting—you were—"Shuddup and eat your sugary shit." he says, leaning over enough to lay a delicate kiss on your lips when you turn to look at him in thanks.

Yeah, he's very attentive to you and will always know the best way to keep you happy.

2,558 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Personally, I think having a relationship with Bakugou wouldn’t quite happen the “traditional” way of someone asking the other person out. but rather, it just.. happens?

Like, one day you just started to hang out more, taking turns on who should cook dinner that night or pick up food on the way home from work. Then it became you hanging out at his place much more often, being given a key one day when he said "You basically fuckin’ live here anyway," and you do. You have your own section of his wardrobe, you have a shelf in the cabinet in the bathroom and a corner of the shower for all your own products.

Then suddenly it’s been two years of this, of course, boundaries have been crossed from a friend to a lover, the words ‘i love you’ have been kissed into one another skins at night when he had spent hours worshipping you and vice versa. It’s just, there’s never really been an anniversary? Never had a date where you both say “Oh we’ve been in a relationship since ___”

Of course, you bring it up one evening, both of you in bed with your head on his chest whilst he has one arm tucked behind his head and the other scrolling through his phone whilst something on the tv is playing. “You know, we never actually started ‘officially’ dating.” and he grunts, glaring down at you because how dare you say that to the man who is most definitely more than a boyfriend at this point.

"Ha? The fuck you mean? We’ve been together since—" and he pauses, the same realisation setting in that you both in fact do not have an anniversary date. It never occurred to him, and clearly not to you either but it wasn't like you both needed it? He loved you, and you loved him and that was plenty for the man. "Y'know what? Doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter that we don't have an anniversary?" you say, peering up at him to see the frown on his face.

"No." His clean-cut response. His frown cracks for a second when he presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring a "Basically married now anyway, shouldn't matter when it happened."

3,748 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

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#i can see their dressup day so vividly i almost wanna write it myself… gavin in a victorian gown…. gender….. ends with a ring……. ahhh

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#5

8 and/or 22 for the micro prompts!!

from this list, sunbathing + nap. it's been a while since i've written something about characters waking up /s /s /s /s so thank u very much for the prompt!! i am returning to my roots here. please note that this implies Activities but would still be t rated

💜

"Sam," they murmur, lips brushing the skin of his collarbone as they speak. "Sam."

He's a light sleeper; most Vamps are, since they don't need it the way others do. It's barely a second before he's moving under them, his breath catching as he comes back to awareness and his arm tightening reflexively where it's secured around their waist. "Darlin'?"

"It's okay," they tell him, quiet voice rasping after the workout they'd given it before their nap. "Nothing's wrong. We just gotta move."

They watch him carefully as he wakes. This isn't so familiar yet that they can miss it, that they can look away from these moments they've been allowed into. In the near-dark, they can just barely see what a human wouldn't. He checks his surroundings, gaze passing over their bare back and the couch and finally up to the reason they'd disturbed him: the light through the window, threatening to brighten.

"And what if I wanted to sunbathe, huh?" he asks, voice wry.

At his house, the windows are few and all fitted with blackout curtains, but this is their shitty little apartment and their ratty, bloodstained couch (again, he'd come back, somehow), and it's going to be sunrise soon. Their head had been too fuzzy and content and warm to think of it just after, senses full of his hands steady on their waist and his voice low and rumbling, and they'd drifted off. For once, they're grateful for their inability to sleep a full night.

"You're welcome to get crispy if that's what you really want," they say, shifting off him with a groan and watching with quiet delight as his eyes snap to follow their movements.

Sam hums, sitting up after them and letting them take both his hands to tug him to a standing position. They both know he doesn't need it, but they like his hands, and he follows after them like that towards the bedroom, where they intend to hang a comforter over the single window and shut out the impending morning. Just before they enter the room, he adds, simply, "I know what I really want."

There's nothing for it after that but to pull him onto the bed in a tangled pile of sleep-warm skin and kiss him until they can't breathe, until the very last second before the sun rises and they have to scramble, laughing, to hide from the light again.

75 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#4

it is again wednesday

@/ejunkiet tag! <3 thank you

this is the same fic from last wip i posted; sorry, i know that wasn’t that long ago, but it’s got more words in it now. i won’t post from this again before it’s done, we will all just have to wait (yes we... i am waiting too, you understand how it is)

i would like to gently tag @/bicyclepainting (if u want to!! fully none pressure. its just that it worked last time eheheheh) and anyone who sees it and would like to!

💜

“Ash?” they ask, in the barest of whispers. “You awake?” 

He makes a little rasping noise that’s halfway to being a groan, his arm tightening around their waist. They don’t fight the fondness that wells up in their chest, and they don’t push him, either. It’s another long few moments before he speaks, murmuring, “G’mornin’, babe,” into the tiny space between them.

It sends an involuntary shudder down their spine to hear him, his voice so husky right on waking up that it’s barely anything but gravel, vowels drawn-out and lazy. He notices (of course he does) and the visible corner of his mouth tips up into a smug little smile. “Good morning,” they answer.

Asher cracks one eye open, the blue one, to look at them. “Nice view,” he says, still in that low rasp. 

They match his grin with one of their own, shifting just a bit so it’s easier to see his face. “Keep talking.” 

He snickers, both eyes open now, and gives them an obvious, exaggerated once-over, gaze half-lidded as it wanders down their body. “...You’re the sexiest alarm clock I’ve ever seen.” 

Taken aback, they let out an inelegant snort. “I will take even your weirdest compliment if you say it in that voice.”

“I literally just woke up,” Asher retorts, although his eyes are crinkling at the corners. “And... mmh. It’s hard to think when you’re not wearing a shirt, I’ll have you know.” 

I could say the same for you, they almost say.

80 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#3

33 with Gavin/Freelancer? (I am so predictable requesting them but. listen) or any other pairing tht strikes ur fancy!!

33: saccharine

hi calico! thank u for sending me a prompt 💜 i think this might be an instance of taking it a little too literally

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"Gav," they call out into the house, not looking up from the contents of the saucepan. "Darling, light of my life, apple of my eye, treasure--"

The rush of wind that accompanies a rift cuts them off, and they laugh a little as familiar arms loop around them from behind. "What do you need me to do?"

They snort. "Can't I say extremely saccharine things to my beloved boyfriend without an ulterior motive?"

"I suppose you can," he concedes, "but you definitely aren't. What is it?"

Casting a brief glance back at his knowing little grin, they return their eyes to their project, one hand at the ready with a whisk. "Can you make a bowl of cold water? I'd meant to just let it sit, but the timing's wrong."

And maybe, just maybe, they could chill it themself, but this is time-sensitive, and it's water, so it's better if he does it. Gavin pulls away, and after a moment they hear the sink running. Another moment later, they feel the familiar flare of Gavin's magic, just the slightest touch. If he didn't want them to, they'd never feel it at all; this is part of something they'd asked him to do to get a handle on different people's auras, to get used to feeling magic around them.

Gavin's is like the brush of fabric against newly-shaved skin, silky and smooth and often fleeting. (Not for them, though, they think, with a deserved trace of smugness.)

"Will this do?" he asks, returning to them with a glass bowl of water that steams a little when it comes near the stove.

"Wonderfully, thank you," they say, leaning up to kiss his cheek distractedly. The second he puts the bowl down they transfer the pan into it, the hissing drowning out every other sound for the ten seconds the sauce needs to quench.

When they pull it out, the caramel sauce in the pan has settled to a perfect warm brown, and they grin triumphantly, turning the stove off. "All set. If you want this on your ice cream, get it out before it's too cold to pour."

He doesn't comply right away, and they glance over their shoulder again at him to find him doing that birdlike little head-tilt he does at particularly human things. "I wouldn't have thought that was how you made it," he says aloud.

"It's just really hot sugar," they say, realizing a second too late they've left a massive innuendo window open. It really pays to be more careful about your wording, living with this man.

Sure enough, the "suits you well, then," comes right on cue, and they scrunch their nose up and go back to stirring. They don't even try to fight back the fondness. He'd said once, quiet against their ear in the sleepy moments before full blackness, that their happiness felt like bubbles to him, shimmering and beautiful and popping soft against his skin when it's directed at him, and denying him that isn't worth even the pretense of exasperation.

Gavin returns from the freezer with the open ice cream container, and when they turn to face him, he grins, that slow, spreading one they've come to love. "You have a little something," he says softly, reaching out. "Just... there."

91 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#2

cinnamon

An evening at home with Avior & his starlight. t, 3286 words; if i have to make them happy with my own two hands, so be it. presenting postcanon domestic avior. cw for some discussion of food issues / forgetting to eat.

Senses are so different on this plane, clearly delineated, sharp and weighty and meaningful, and to those senses this room is full of grounding traces of his starlight, the evidence of their presence; a candle burned recently enough that the wax hasn’t settled, the faint smell of cinnamon, a jacket left on the sofa instead of the coat rack. It settles something at his core to see a home that they can change, a place that they can leave a mark on.

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It’s a long few seconds of standing in his love’s apartment before he feels sure the rift has worked. Avior observes the details, the coffee table with its many concentric rings from drinks left unattended in favor of half-formed hypotheses, the scattered mess of letters across the counter, the dull light of the living room’s sole lamp casting long shadows across the floor.

Rifting is a matter of knowing your destination, of imagining it in close detail, of feeling how it feels to be there and then being there. Avior hates how, even coming to the one place on Elegy he has come to know better than any other, he still sometimes expects to open his eyes to fire. He still fights the urge to brush at his shoulders to rid himself of the feeling of trailing tendrils of blackness, of the feeling that each time he does this the Meridian looms closer.

Avior shakes his head, just to fight off the fuzziness that always comes alongside returning from Aria. Senses are so different on this plane, clearly delineated, sharp and weighty and meaningful, and to those senses this room is full of grounding traces of his starlight, the evidence of their presence; a candle burned recently enough that the wax hasn’t settled, the faint smell of cinnamon, a jacket left on the sofa instead of the coat rack. It settles something at his core to see a home that they can change, a place that they can leave a mark on.

There are traces of him here, too. Avior doesn’t have many possessions, as he’s rarely spent enough time on Elegy to warrant a permanent record of his presence. That’s begun to change, among so many other things, since their escape. One corner of the sofa is indisputably his, a soft red blanket they’d bought for him still indented oddly from the last time he’d sat there. He has a designated coffee mug in their cupboard. What few possessions he had called his own, his meager book collection, have merged with his starlight’s next to their piles and piles of research texts and shelves full of poetry collections and time-worn fantasy novels.

For all he sees them in each part of the room, they are not actually home. Time can be difficult between planes, but they’d said there was an evening meeting today, so they should be back soon. They will be back soon.

Avior goes over to the bookshelf and casts his eyes along the titles for something to read as he waits, but despite his best efforts, his attention is scattered enough that all he’s doing is rereading the same spine over and over, that odd blurriness still plaguing the edges of his awareness. He tries, for a long fruitless moment, to convince himself he isn’t straining his senses beyond the apartment, searching for them. It’s barely been two days, and they’re coming home. There’s no need to be pathetic.

He still jerks his head up like he’s been trained when he feels them at the edge of his magic, though. That range is further than his corporeal senses, and his range with them is further than it is with anyone he’s ever known, enough that he can tell immediately they’re angry about something. Their emotions are intense, white-hot, and most of all contained, a controlled burn. Feeling his back tense up in sympathetic concern, Avior sighs and goes to the kitchen. He takes two mugs out, his (deep blue with the dots of Carina across its front) and theirs (black with ‘Don’t Talk to Me At All For Any Reason’ in bold white letters) and sets to making tea. Avior has relatively little experience with human food; they’d taught him how in this very kitchen, explaining the kettle and the infuser and the entire cabinet dedicated to all their different little bags. He suspects that someone less particular about it might have instructed him with fewer steps.

He’s done this enough times now that he can split his attention to examine their feelings a little closer as they near the apartment. They’re stewing over whatever it is, letting the cause sit burning at the back of their throat. That isn’t the kind of thing he’d be able to tell, usually; all he can feel is that anger, its direction, but he knows them. If it’s this bad, they haven’t been able to address it yet.

When their footsteps are finally audible in the hallway, things are almost ready. Avior could have made tea with magic and been waiting with two fresh cups, sure, but every time he does it that way they complain that something tastes wrong about it, then pepper him with questions about what specific part of the process he's accomplished with magic. This way, they’ll know that it’s because of his own deficient tea-making skills if it isn’t up to standard.

The kitchen smells good, at least. That should help.

They tumble in through the door in a flurry of emotion and sound. He can hear them grumbling something under their breath at the same time as he hears the telltale flop of yet another jacket thrown onto the couch. It’s another few seconds of them stomping around before they stop still, and a shining ray of surprised delight breaks through the storm cloud in their aura.

“Avi?” they call.

“In here,” he answers, checking on the tea.

In no time at all, their face appears in the kitchen entryway. They look like they’re trying to smile at him, but the frown they no doubt came in with hasn’t left yet, and the effect is quite silly looking. “Welcome home, my love,” he tells them, and the last traces of visible irritation melt away.

He can still feel it bubbling under the surface, but the relief and care that accompany their smile are real. They cross the kitchen to where he’s standing near the kettle and snake their arms around his waist from behind, hooking their chin over his shoulder with some difficulty. “Hi,” they say, the single syllable curling delighted and familiar. “I didn’t expect you back so soon. Weren’t you with Circinus?”

“I was,” he answers, leaning into their hold without his conscious input. Their heart is beating strong and steady against his back, and their aura settles against his, and things have clicked into place again. He’s home. “We weren’t sure how long I’d be required at the Chorus this time; as it turns out, it was less than they anticipated.” The timer he’d set beeps, and he goes about taking the kettle over to the counter, hindered slightly by their complete refusal to let go of him. “Do you intend to hang off of me the entire time?”

They hum contentedly, tightening their hold on his waist in a quick squeeze. “Yes, and don’t pretend you don’t like it. How were they? Circinus, I mean. I like them.” Pointedly, Avior takes his steps across the kitchen, forcing them to walk after him or be dragged. They laugh right in his ear and let him drag them.

“They like you too,” he concedes, pouring both cups. Of course they would. Circinus loves answering questions, a fortunate trait in a shepherd, and the one time the two had met, his starlight had absolutely pelted them with every question under the sun. Avior had sat back and watched them like a tennis match, glad that at least one of them couldn’t feel how hopelessly, impossibly fond seeing his mentor and his beloved getting along had made him. “They’re well. They’ve taken a new charge recently, as I think you might recall, and that’s been something of a fulfilling challenge for them.”

“Right, right, yeah, they told me.” The moment their mug is full, they immediately and without a hint of regret detach themself from his back to make grabby hands at it, leaning back against the counter. When he passes it to them, they wrap both hands around the mug immediately with a long, drawn-out sigh. Avior takes a drink from his own cup and deems it acceptable; his isn’t the opinion he’s looking for, though.

They don’t immediately follow suit, instead blowing gently across the top of the liquid, and he takes the moment to observe them closer. That flickering anger he’d felt before is banked now, under layers of fondness and tiredness and warmth, but it’s still there, nudging at the edges of his senses with a surprising amount of immediacy.

“I take it your meeting didn’t go as you might have hoped?”

They blink at him over the rim of their mug once, twice. “Do you want me to get into it? Because I’ll have to get into it.”

Avior hisses out a sympathetic noise through his teeth. “That well?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to get into it?”

Furrowing their brow, they stare at the tea in their mug like it holds all the answers in the universe for a long moment, and for someone like them, that is a significant expression. “Yes. No. Maybe.” They take a sip, then tilt their head at him consideringly, distracted. “This is good.”

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wip wthursday

@/calicostorms says post wip; wip i shall post

i’m actually kinda. stalled on both of the ones i have right now, but there is more vincent than i have yet posted so have some of that

💜

Having them both taking classes has been a bit of an adjustment. Vincent can only go at night, so their schedules have become even more diametrically opposed than usual, and they’ve both been so busy they’ve been talking a lot less than usual. Just yesterday all they’d done on getting home was sit together at the kitchen counter, heads bent over their respective assignments. 

(It’s new to them, just occupying the same space as someone else, quiet and comfortable. No touching, barely any talking, no end game, just content to exist near each other. They take some comfort in knowing it’s new to Vincent, too.) 

Their boyfriend opens his eyes again to look up at them, said eyes creasing slightly at the edges as his expression softens. “How was your day?” he asks, and the true miracle is that he sounds genuinely interested. 

“Long,” they tell him, “but good. I got that essay back from the Illusory teacher.  One of my classmates saw that it said ‘good work’ and fully lost her mind.” 

Vincent chuckles, his shoulders moving up and down against the rug under him. “You deserve it, lovely. Your work is more than good, and I know you spent a lot of time on that.” 

They laugh, a little higher-pitched than usual, and lean over him to press a kiss to his forehead. They’re more comfortable with his praise than their notoriously-difficult-to-impress instructor’s, at least, worn down after months of his constant deluge of compliments, but they can still feel the urge to curl in on themself and deny it. “Thank you,” they tell him instead, no matter how much it grates, and they’re rewarded with a smile.

292 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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92 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#4

The Ride (NSFW)

Request: Hello lovely, can I request a Eddie Brock  smut, where Eddie and reader and some friends are out exploring the night life when it's time to go home, Eddie's bike gives up and the other guys can't find a cab that late so we're all stuffed into one car so we have to adjust and ladies have to sit on laps and it's all funn, music's loud, jokes. And then the reader feels Eddie's erection underneath her. P.S Eddie always had hots for the reader but never told her... 

Take it from there <3

Warnings: NSFW Smut below cut, 18+ readers only, please

The flashing lights and pounding music echoed through the walls of the club as you were standing in the parking lot. Your friend, Eddie Brock hopped on his bike and tried to start it, but nothing was happening. In the meantime, the guys tried to call a taxi but with it being a Saturday night in San Francisco, the wait would be far too long.

"Man, I really don't want to call an Uber. They're gonna be like $200 tonight or some crap." Jason huffed. Eddie shrugged.

"I gotta call someone to tow my bike so I can get it fixed tomorrow. Besides, an Uber might be fun with all of us. We're already riled up so it can add more to this already crazy ass night!"

"Yeah!!"  you chimed in, pressing down your skirt. "I just wanna get home and change and have some bath bombs!"

"Ooooh, nakey time, huh?" Eddie joked. You flipped him off, smirking, and the others all laughed.

"Please!" Sarah, one of the other friends added in. "It's pure Heaven to take a bath bomb!"

"Well while you’re all yapping about bath bombs, our ride is here! It's not that expensive, but we all gotta squeeze in. Ladies, sit on the guys' laps!" Jason cried out, right as the silver Toyota pulled up. There were 3 guys and 3 girls. The guys crammed inside as the girls sat on top of random guys.

Eddie, however, began to feel his heart race. You were sitting on top of him, and while he always loved to joke around with you, unknown to you at the time, he always had the hots for you. He felt you were gorgeous, funny, smart, and just a great friend. You met at work a few years ago where you were an intern then became a full fledged staff writer. He admired how smart you were and how you were always able to match his wit.

Soon the car began rolling.

"Ah you fellas out clubbing I see?" the Uber driver asked. "How about some of this?"

He turned on the radio and began playing some dance music. Loud. It suddenly became a party in the back seat. The girls...well, began wiggling their asses and the guys started dancing along as well.

"Oooh it's getting hot in herrrre" Jason sang to the tune of Nelly's song, completely off beat with the EDM music the driver was playing.

"You're so crazy, Jason!" Sarah, who was sitting on his lap, said, as she tried to make up her own lyrics to go with the EDM. Jokes were flying everywhere but Eddie was having a hard time concentrating.

You were sitting on him and you weren't just wiggling your ass--it felt like you were grinding into him. And Eddie was getting incredibly turned on by it. He felt himself getting hard and tried to move a bit away from you, but you kept grinding even harder. You knew what was going on. Suddenly, Eddie's heart almost stopped when he felt you reach down and grab him through his pants.

By now he had a full erection and you looked over at Eddie. He tried to look away but he couldn't resist feeling your stare.

"I'm sooo sorry, I got excited and---"

You cut him off, smiling.

"Oh, I can tell!" you just smiled at him, continuing to grind into him. Eddie was confused as to what you were doing.

"All right, take care!"

His thoughts were interrupted when the Uber driver pulled up at the apartment. Everyone got out the car and left, Eddie and you being the last ones to leave.

You lived on the same floor and quietly walked into the building. The others said their goodbyes and went into the elevator, but Eddie didn't even process what was happening with them. Their elevator left just as another one opened. You walked into it and he followed behind.

The minute the doors closed, you grabbed Eddie's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie couldn't believe what was happening. It became passionate incredibly fast, your tongues dancing as if you'd been lovers for years. Suddenly, Eddie pulled away.

"Y/N....?" he whispered.

The bell of the elevator rang as you came to your floor and the doors opened.

"Come on!" you smiled, motioning your finger for him to follow you.

"To...?" Eddie asked.

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100 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#3

Two Bronsons!!

(X)

105 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#2

Jason Momoa and Tom Hardy, April 7, 2022

From nashmotorcycleco’s IG story

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#5

Summary:

When Shiro sends an emergency call while the Covenant is in town, Lance is ready to follow instructions and lay low. But he's not too thrilled with one of those orders: to rescue his vampiric roommate Keith from their apartment and get him to safety. In broad daylight. While he's out cold.

Living was nice while it lasted.

A missing scene from Premium Pandemonium, Chapter 19.

Warnings: None

Excerpt:

“You are of course more than welcome to stay here,” Allura says graciously. She sits down on her chair again, accompanied by a chorus of “HAILS!” and “PRAISE THE KINDNESS OF THE LION GODDESS!” from the mice.

“I’ll prepare your rooms, once we’ve finished warning the community,” Coran adds.

“Better prepare one more,” Lance says, and winces slightly. “We, ah…we have one other order from Shiro. Hunk…we gotta go get Keith.”

Hunk blinks. He and his swarm of hair-snakes stare at him. Lance is very glad Hunk is wearing contacts, because otherwise with that much stunning power he’d be on the floor in seconds. “But…it’s day,” Hunk says after a moment, as though this was obvious.

“Who’s Keith?” Pidge asks.

“I know it’s day,” Lance says. “That’s how bad it is, I guess. Shiro warned me to bundle him up good and get him over here. Which makes sense…you know he’s useless during the day. If Sanda showed up…”

“Ooooh.” Hunk grimaces. “Yeah. Yeah, that could…that could be bad. Really bad.”

“Who’s Keith?” Pidge repeats. “And what’s his beef with day? Is he a bogeyman?”

“Vampire,” Lance says.

“Oh.” Pidge’s eyes widen in understanding.

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#4

Phantom didn’t feel like participating. 

Part of this project over here.

36 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#3

My snake is really weird...

46 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#2

Summary:

After the defeat of the Galra cult, the Holts dig into the research of their leader, Haggar. At Shiro's request, they search for information about him and his newfound magic in those notes.

Shiro fully expects them to find uncomfortable truths in those pages. But he doesn't at all expect what they actually find.

Warnings: None

Excerpt:

Shiro sits up immediately, on high alert. “Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?”

He’s already running through a mental inventory of his current weaponry, trying to decide if it’s worth rushing out the door or taking another minute to secure a few more knives and an extra pistol. Before he has to make the decision, Sam interrupts his train of thought. “Oh, no, no. There’s no danger and nobody is in trouble. I’m sorry, I couldn’t remember if you had classes tonight, and this discovery is...well, you’ll want to hear it as soon as you can.”

“Discovery?” Shiro’s interest perks immediately. “Is it about the magic?”

At its mention, the fire magic bound to his right arm stirs, tongues of violet fire licking over his fingers once before settling back into the runes carved into his arm. True mine?

He rubs his fingers absently together in a reassuring gesture. If it is, I promise I’ll return you, he thinks in the language of magic. The flames quiet inside of him, calmed.

“It’s...related,” Sam says carefully. “I honestly don’t think it’s a wise idea to speak about it over the phone. Are you available today?”

Well, that certainly catches his attention. “I don’t have classes today,” Shiro says. “Mostly just doing prepwork. I can be over in half an hour, if that works?”

“Excellent,” Sam says. “That works perfectly.”

“I’ll be there soon, then,” Shiro says, before hanging up.

56 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

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I got my dream pet recently, a snake, and I really wanted to try my hand at snake shed pendants. 

I thought it’d be fun to experiment with some fandom ones, so here’s some Deceit pendants from Sanders Sides.  

Featuring Phantom, my ball python, as seen below. And yes, the keychains do have real snake scales in them :) 

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65 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

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Castiel watched Dean move around the kitchen with confidence; he peeled potatoes, chopped carrots, and stooped to observe his roast through the oven door window, before grabbing his timer off the counter and adjusting it by a few minutes.

Castiel sat at the counter, sipping the wine Dean had chosen to complement their meal, and observed his husband on their twenty-eighth anniversary. He was just as beautiful as ever, with white hair and crinkles at the corners of his eyes that never went away but waited there for his next smile.

And Castiel loved him more with each passing day.

31 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

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every time i try to write dean he just wants to be in the kitchen

46 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

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suptober day 3: digital

@winchester-reload 's suptober 2022 event

[voicemail 03:26a 11/06/20]

“Cas… Cas why’d you have to... how could you do that when you knew it’d come for you? You knew and you said it anyway, you sonuvabitch!”

[voicemail 04:01a 11/06/20]

“I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what to-- I can’t just leave you there. You gotta come back. You gotta… come back.”

[voicemail 21:09p 11/09/20]

“I know you’re not getting these. I just wanted to hear your voice again.”

[voicemail 10:54a 11/13/20]

“Hang in there, buddy. We’ve got a plan. I… we’ll see you soon.”

57 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

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suptober day 2: pillow talk

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Dean's head dropped onto Castiel's shoulder just before the end credits rolled; Castiel could only assume he'd fallen asleep.

Without looking, though, he could steal some minutes of imagination. That Dean had sat beside him on the couch with this intention, slouching ever closer as the film dragged on and gradually building enough courage to touch.

But now he looked, and Dean must have felt the slight turn of his head because he woke with a start.

"Sorry, man. I didn't mean to use you like a pillow."

"It's fine," Castiel said, and his mind returned to guarding his heart.

58 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

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written for @deancaskiss drabble prompts day four: memories

"Who’s that?” he pointed at the devastatingly handsome man next to Sam.

“That’s Cas,” Sam replied, “he’s a friend.”

“I’m an angel,” the man said.

Dean smirked. “Yeah I’ll bet. And did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Sam rubbed a hand over his face. “No, he’s... you know what, nevermind. I’m going to fix this. Dean, stay put. Cas, watch him.”

“So,” Dean began after Sam shut the door behind him, “how should we pass the time?” He looked Cas up and down suggestively.

Cas blinked at him.

“Huh. Are we not together? I must be an idiot.”

63 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

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Barry takes his glasses off and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. He’s been staring at his computer for far too long today. The computer in question sits on the couch next to him, screen obscenely bright in his dim living room.

He’d been ignoring the emails that infiltrated his inbox with growing frequency and urgency, all of them riddled with subject lines like “Payment Plans for Upcoming Semester,” and “Payment Due Soon,” and “Seriously, You Owe Us Tens of Thousands of Dollars and We Aim to Collect.” You know, normal stuff.

He’d always figured that actually doing the coursework would be the hardest part of grad school, not figuring out how to fund it without owing his soul and first-born child to the federal government. But the fact of the matter is that he’s reached a dead end; most of everything his mom left him was used to pay off his undergrad loans some years back. His university has mentioned scholarships and work study but he’s convinced the scholarships are a myth and also his university declined to mention that the work study they offer doesn’t actually pay him in money, rather they just pay for three course credits. Don’t get him wrong, that’s better than nothing but that doesn’t help pay his rent or buy textbooks.

Once again he mourns the fact that the only applied arcane theory program that accepted him just had to be a private university many states away.

He returns his glasses to his face and pulls his laptop closer to him. He’s about three modules into his ten-module long loan counseling. It’s basically an online program that explains in excruciating detail just how deeply the federal government has his future in their pocket. “Oh, hey Barry! If you Ever fall behind on your loans, we can garnish your wages that already probably won’t be able to pay for a studio apartment in Neverwinter and also you’ll be paying these back for anywhere from ten to twenty five years! You also cannot declare bankruptcy because you live in hell!! Only way to get off the hook for these is if your school shuts down before you get your degree or you die! Now sign on the dotted line after you hyperventilate a little when you look at just how much money you’re going to be responsible for!”

The whole process makes his stomach hurt; there’s no good reason education should be this much. He’s going to be saddled with loans worth more than any yearly salary he could hope to have and now he’s gotta pay them back or die.

Wait.

He rereads the loan forgiveness terms. “If your loan servicer receives acceptable documentation of your death, your federal student loans will be discharged,” he reads to himself. He's got it.

He lets loose a laugh that borders on maniacal and roots around for his phone. It rings once before someone picks up on the other end.

“Lup!” He whoops.

“Bear? What’s up? You sound extremely excitable right now.”

“Okay, remember when you wanted to get married for tax benefits?”

“I do! I also remember you turned me down because you didn’t want to our marriage to be for convenience.”

Barry laughs to himself. “Yeah, I still stand by that.”

“You sap,” she sighs fondly.

“Well, I think I found a way to scam the federal government through a loophole.”

“Gods I love when you talk dirty to me!”

“We can talk more when you come home but I can almost promise you neither of us are paying off our student loans.”

“Barry, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about and I can’t wait to hear your devious plan. Love you!”

“Love you.” He clicks end on the call and looks around for his theoretical necromancy notes from a few semesters ago.

264 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#4

Lucretia pulled the door of her room shut and scrubbed tears from her face. Magnus just needed to sleep it off. He’d be fine. They’d all be fine, Lucretia kept telling herself like some kind of chant to a long-forgotten god. She just had to find the others.

She happened upon Merle and Davenport first. They were at the dining room table. Merle watched Davenport carefully as the captain shook like a soaking wet dog. Lucretia plastered a tight smile on her face though she was certain it would fool nobody. At least, it wouldn’t have ten minutes prior.

“Are you both okay?” she asked, glancing between them.

“Uh. I’m a little confused myself. Who’re you? And where exactly are we?” Merle squinted his eyes at her.

Her stomach twisted. Her plan was working, it seemed. And she hated every moment. “I’m…I’m a friend, of sorts. And we are on a vessel that will dock very soon. And then I’m gonna take you home. Soon. I promise.” She spoke slowly, chose her words carefully, and hoped that Merle’s bad memory would give her some breathing room.

“Davenport.”

Lucretia turned and looked at Davenport, a slight furrow in her brow. “Yes, you’re Davenport.”

He looked up at her and she saw a look in his eyes she would never forget. She saw panic and fear on his face like she’d never seen before, not even during their closest encounters with the Hunger. “I-I’m Davenport,” he repeated, voice shaking.

No. Gods no there was no way. She nodded and forced her smile to widen. “Right. Davenport, do you know where you are?”

“Davenport.”

She looked back to Merle. “Has he said anything besides his name in the past ten or so minutes?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Just Davenport.” He thought for a second, tilting his head consideringly. “Well, I guess he said my name right before he started saying his. Kinda weird ‘cuz I never told him my name. But that’s what we’re working with.”

She already wanted to bring out cups of ichor and abort the plan. How could she do this? Her plan might work but at what cost? “Okay. How’s your head feel?”

“Davenport.” His voice was tight and pained.

“Shitty, now that you mention it. Kinda feels like I got hit over the head with a club or something,” Merle said, frowning deeply.

She nodded. “Right. Do you want to go lie down? A nap might help. I have a room for each of you.”

Davenport looked at her blankly. His gaze was haunted and filled Lucretia with sickening regret.

“I could use a nap,” Merle agreed before standing.

“If you’ll both follow me,” she said primly.

She led them wordlessly down to their rooms, surreptitiously grabbing obvious red flags that were present within them. She grabbed Merle’s jacket, a handful of trinkets from the beach cycle, a memento from the First Church of Fungston, and shut his door without another word. Davenport’s room was easier; his jacket was folded on the edge of his bed and few personal affects that would remind him of the mission were clearly visible.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, almost more to herself than to him.

She left before she had to hear him say his own name again.

Barry and Taako were nowhere to be found inside the ship. Should have known that they’d be on the deck; they’d both been spending days on end pouring over maps of the realm, touching down to search for Lup, before coming back and feeling defeated.

What she found on the deck stopped her dead in her tracks. Taako’s wand was at his feet, he was staring into space, eyes welling with tears. He had a white-knuckle grip on the railing. Barry wasn’t there. Barry was nowhere on the ship.

She approached Taako carefully. “Taako?”

He snapped his head up and looked in her direction though his gaze seemed to pass right through her. “H-he told me to blast him. He said he was forgetting someone’s face and he told me to blast him. He was panicked and he was scared and I wanted to help him and I don’t know why. I don’t know why. I blasted him. I killed him. I-I just killed him and he smiledwhile I did it,” Taako babbled. He looked like he was about to snap the whole railing with his bare hands.

“Taako, it’s okay,” she said, reaching to put a hand on his shoulder.

He flinched away from her and glared. “Don’t fucking touch me! This isn’t okay! I-I killed a guy. I killed a guy and he probably had a fucking family or something at home.”

“Taako, please. I need you to breathe, okay?” Lucretia did her best to be firm and kind. It usually worked.

“How do you know my name? Who are you? A-and where are we? And who was that guy?” Taako snapped. He was putting on a big front but Lucretia knew what this was. He had on the same feral cat façade that he did when she first met him.

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286 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#3

Lup can feel her soul vibrating in her body. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence, just the nature of a lich contained. The sweat prickling her scalp though? That’s all nerves, the kind of physiological vulnerability Lup hates. See, everyone’s getting together later for the largest event of the season; the garden party the twins are throwing for their birthday. It’s going to be obnoxious and extravagant and unbecoming, surely. That’s not the source of her anxiety, though.

Lup’s called Taako over early to give him his gift. (If she’s being honest, it’s as much for her as it is for him but who really wants to argue semantics?) She’s reminded him about it no less than four hundred times in the past week. The timing on this is vital, she thinks.

She glances at the clock that hangs over the kitchen sink and bites at her thumbnail; he’s not even late yet, she’s getting worked up over nothing. She murmurs a quick message to Barry through her Stone of Far Speech before filling a kettle and putting it on the stove to boil. She’s pawing through the pantry for honey and tea, fingertips just able to nudge the honey down without a casualty when she hears a key turn in the lock.

“In here!” she calls, retrieving three teacups from a cabinet near the stove. She methodically drops a large dollop of honey in the bottom of each. She pushes them back from the edge of the counter and moves to lean against the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Lup, the fact that you made me get up early on my birthday is a crime, frankly,” Taako bemoans as he enters the kitchen, sliding onto a stool as he does.

“Our birthday,” she corrects with a dramatic eye roll. She darts a glance back at the clock again.

“Why’re you being weird?” Taako squints at her. Lup turns to look back at Taako and tries to play it as cool as she can. She’s certain she’s reapproaching normalcy already.

“I’m not being weird,” Lup says, giving a weird little smile. Too plasticine, she realizes too late. She doesn’t do this whole nerves bullshit well. It’s annoying and gross.

“You’re being certifiably weird, Lu. But go ahead, try to pull a fast one over on your dear brother,” Taako laments, putting his chin in his hands. The kettle whistles before Lup’s able to tease him about being a drama queen. At once she gets to work, adding a small splash of hot water to the bottom of each teacup, swirling them around to loosen the honey. She then dumps a healthy amount of tea leaves in each cup and covers them with water. She grabs three small plates from the cupboard and covers them. When she turns around, Taako’s staring at her, his eyes narrowed.

“What?” she asks innocently.

“Why are you making three cups? I thought Barold was out doing errands?”

“He is.”

Taako crosses his arms. “Lup, what’s going on? I don’t dig cagey and I do believe I was promised a gift that couldn’t be given in front of everyone else,” he says expectantly.

Lup takes a breath to steady herself. “Taako, I found her.”

His face folds in on itself in confusion. He glances back over at the three teacups and suddenly his face is opening back up in understanding and disbelief. “Bullshit. There’s no way. I-I’ve asked Kravitz about that a thousand times. He said that you can’t just go dipping in the Astral Plane of other planarverses. He said that not even the Raven Queen could clear something like that. Said it wasn’t possible. That’s the whole reason he wasn’t chasing our asses until we touched down in Faerun,” Taako babbles, trying to ignore that defiant, stomach flipping hope bubbling up inside of him.

Lup beams and ignores the clenching in her throat. “Well, you’re not supposed to be able to. But Kravitz, Barry, RQ, and I have been looking for a workaround. Not just for this, apparently RQ and some of the other gods have been looking for a way to connect with their cross-planar counterparts. I guess to like, aid in the smooth running of each planar system? To be honest when she was talking about it I couldn’t really follow but the point is that I found her, Taako. I haven’t talked to her yet. Wouldn’t do that without you. But we did some tests to make sure it’d all be okay and they went perfect. It’s not like it’s a forever open door or anything, though. Strictly speaking, us lowly non-gods still won’t be able to do this but it’s kinda hard to argue with a few saviors of the universe.” Lup cringes for a minute. “I hate playing that card sometimes but I feel like this is worth it.” Her voice catches at the last moment and she clears her throat. She’s determined not to cry.

Taako’s determination to not cry was shattered roughly ten seconds into Lup’s explanation. “How long?” he asks, voice wobbly. He’s not stupid, play too rough with the boundaries of the world and things can get a little fucky. But he wants to make the most of this.

“Few hours? That’s why I had you come over so early. I wanted us to have plenty of time. Didn’t wanna bring her to the party later, that’s just too much. But if you’re okay with it, I do want Barry to drop in for just a minute. He really wants to meet her.”

Taako scoffs and tries to sweep his emotion under a bravado coated façade. “I mean you’re outta your gourd if you think I’m not getting Krav or Angus in here for like ten minutes. I just…I need to know if she heard the Song. I want her to see it was worth it.”

And there goes Lup’s resolve. She nods and smiles a tremulous smile, paying no mind to the tears welling. She removes the plates from the teacups and brings them over to the counter. A sweep of her hand and a scythe materializes out of thin air. She steadies herself against it for a moment as Taako rises to stand beside her. They exchange a glance before Taako gives an encouraging nod. Lup swings the blade effortlessly like she has countless times before. A familiar riiiiip sounds through the kitchen and Lup extends her hand through the tear that formed, waving the scythe away as she does.

Out of the rip walks an older, plump elf woman, a purple shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Soft lines mark her face that indicate a lifetime of joy. She’s a little shorter than the twins but not by much. Her dark waves are pinned up in a bun, her stark white streak still hanging down free like an accessory. She looks incredible. She looks the same as she did when they first met her. She’s smiling wider than the whole world, it seems.

Taako and Lup are doing their best not to openly sob but it’s hard. How can they not? A moment of hesitation passes before they both sweep her up in the tightest hug any of them have ever experienced. The twins each rest their heads on one of her shoulders.

They don’t speak for a moment as they all take in the incredulity, the impossibility of what happened.

“Hi, Tía,” Taako manages to get out between sniffles.

“We have a lot to catch you up on,” Lup says with a wet laugh.

“Believe me, darlings, I’ve heard so much.”

426 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

#2

at least one of thb should have died in wonderland. the place has been designed to get the max suffering out of everyone but it was love that kept them all alive.

Merle (and to a lesser extent, Magnus) gave precious hp to Taako to keep him from biting it

Taako and Merle literally pulled Magnus's soul away from the Astral Plane

Lup devoured and destroyed Edward which destroyed Lydia in the process

and Barry kept them safe in every possible way he could

all huge acts of love in a place full of despair

674 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I think being in such close contact with the Light for so many years did kinda do Something to the birds.

because Taako is not charismatic, that's canonical. but, even joke canonical, everyone adores him, desires him, wants to give him all their possessions. people cannot get enough of Taako, even after he dooms a town

Magnus, thanks to his rustic hospitality, is a likeable guy. but he was able to help lead the rebellion that gave him his folk hero status that gave him his rustic hospitality. people were willing to die by his side, this guy who was fairly new to their community

Lucretia managed to begin a whole secret organization and employ a large staff. These missions were deadly, dangerous, and promised the potential to have their very beings wiped from existence. yet people were willing to join the Bureau

these are the most striking instances of this but it's almost like a bit of that craveability brushed off on each of them through all their encounters with it

1,251 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

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userboxes! i make them

i will make userboxes for various mcyt fandoms, largely centered on hermitcraft and the third/last/double life series. i may also occasionally branch out into other non-mcyt fandoms if the mood strikes.

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[star-scripts]

Hoping to finally write again, so hello there! 💖

Made this post at 2am initially, in hopes that I'll be more inclined to write something sooner if I have this out there, even if no one responds.

About me:

My name: On this account feel free to call me Star/Scribe/Oh Most Sparse Writer When Are You Gonna Actually Post™. Friends coming over might call me by my other blog too so if you see that feel free to check that side of my work too.

Age: I'm an adult, early 20s is all you're getting for numbers though. 🤣 That does mean I may delve into 18+ works, but I'll sort out if I'll make another blog or cap the age on this one when we get there.

Pronouns: I go by she/her preferably? Not super opposed to anything else though I think?

Background: Lifelong art student, went for creative writing in a specialized HS, and now attending an Art College with dreams of becoming a concept artist in the future.

How I got into Writing: Parents let me watch LoTR as soon as I was old enough and they regret it everyday/j (it's the reason I got obsessed with fantasy, mythology, etc.)

Other obsessions: Also obsessed with Star Wars, so uh... Expect a bit of a range and a bit of whiplash every few months when my interests change. 😅 (Particularly Clone Troopers, Mandalorians, and the SWTOR era).

Additional little Fun Fact™: I've never broken a bone!

Everything else is under a read-more for ease and length! Please enjoy reading if you're interested!!

Edit: Here's the link to my current Progress List!

Current genres I write in:

Fantasy (from general, to niches like urban fantasy and Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy)

Sci-Fi

LOTS of romance, I'm a starved lil hopeless romantic so forewarning.

Probably some Historical Fiction in there eventually?

Current fandoms I write for:

The Hobbit/LoTR/The Silmarillion

Star Wars (SWTOR/Prequels/TCW/Mando/BoBF)

Dragon Age (All games)

Might write for Elder Scrolls? But likely more to fill the void for Mer-centric fics than any of the usual figures?

Hopefully I'll get to Mass Effect again, so I can write for that too!

Tropes I love/Trope Warning:

Modern [Person] In [World]

Love this trope and always have, the culture clash plus the tragedy of knowing the future of each person you come to love? The danger of knowing all their secrets? How does the protag fix the story with this? What do the Powers That Be do in order to damper this?

The REVERSAL of "Modern [Person] In [World]"!

Literally so good and there is NOTHING out there. Gotta come up with a tag for it so people might use it some day. Similar reasons, the culture clashes and the Tragedy Of Knowing ™, but put on its head as the character(s) try and navigate a world so foreign to them, but so mundane to us?

Opposites Attract

This may be more of a warning, but I'm also a fan of this particular trope. So, as a short woman, this tends to lead to a lot of tol/smol dynamics with men leaning on the taller side of it? Unlikeky to change outside of specific requests and also because so many characters I love are like... Literally nearing 7ft. so no one is ever much taller. 🤣

Inhuman/Human Couples

I love this stuff a bunch, but also loath how modern media continues to put feminine people as the "ethereal beauty" in these sorts of couples. Is it truly too much to want a very handsome elf/fae/alien man to find a human such as myself to be attractive? Gonna probably write a bunch for this because I can't throttle the modern movie/TV industry.

Liminal Spaces

I grew up moving a LOT, so I grew very well aquatinted with the Target Parking At 2am feel, and the Driving Through Corn Through The Night vibe. Hopefully I'll be able to bring that original writing back to get to work with this again! In fact, there's a short story of mine I did for HS that I'd love to fix up to put here that deals with this.

"Slightly To The Left"

Similar to Liminal Spaces, though this trope more applies to objects, animals, and people. Waking up to your phone on your nightstand, but it's the wrong shade, and the ringtone sounds fuzzy. You want to believe that the person you met at the edge of your camp site is normal, human—but their eyes dont shine, their smiles never show teeth, and why does their voice sound like two at once?

Other tropes, and other info, to be added eventually as I realize or run into them!

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[lokifantasies]

Healing PART 1

Summary: You and Loki try to help Jade the best you can.

A/N: Remember! The more you guys interact with the characters' blogs, the more you can help influence and shape the story and dialogue!

Character(s): Loki & Jade

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True to his word, Loki's there when Jade wakes up – having not shut his eyes for a moment while his daughter slept the best she could.

However, you and Loki made a decision during the night, via text, that Jade needs some kind of professional help.

"What?" Jade scoffs as Loki tells her that he's taking her to see a therapist. "Dad...no. Hell no!"

Loki gives his daughter a sympathetic look. "Jade...we just want what's bes -,"

"No," Jade harshly cuts him off. "You just want me out of your hair."

The god sighs in frustration. "No, Jade," he argues. "You know damn well that's not true." Loki approaches his daughter and places his hands on her shoulders. "I can't stand seeing you like this...do you understand that I had to physically stop you from hanging yourself?"

The sixteen-year-old scoffs and turns her back to her dad – forcing him to let go of her. "It's just funny that you think I'm actually going to speak to some stranger."

Jade gives her dad the silent treatment the entire way to the doctor's office – angrily staring out the window – feeling disgusted with Loki's and your decision. Loki bites his fingernails the entire way – knowing that Jade is beyond angry with him, but he tells himself that you and he are doing what's best for her. Loki sits with Jade in the waiting room until her name is called. Begrudgingly, Jade gets up and walks towards the stranger that she's supposed to talk to. Jade being Jade – of course, she does nothing of the sort. The teenager sits on the large, comfy couch with her legs crossed – taking out her phone to scroll on social media and talk to some of her online friends about how angry she is with you and Loki. The therapist, whose name is Dr. Alice, talks to Jade anyway.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask, Jade?" Dr. Alice nicely asks the teen. Jade looks up at the doctor, scoffs, and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone. "Okay," Dr. Alice says with a calm smile. "That's fine...it's your first time...it's normal to be nervous."

Oh, honey, Jade thinks, if you only knew how furious I am at the thought of having to be here at 8:30 in the morning.

Dr. Alice continues to talk, and Jade continues to block her out – giggling at memes and posts she comes across on Tumblr – venting to her friend about the situation she's being forced into. Time goes by slow for Jade, but finally, she notices that she has thirty more minutes before she can leave.

And as soon as the clock strikes 10:30, Jade jumps up from the couch and rushes out into the lobby – storming past her father and out to the car. Loki gives the doctor a sympathetic look before turning and following his teenager.

"What was that?" Loki asks – becoming angry with Jade. Jade doesn't respond – choosing to bury herself in her phone instead. "Jade, I know you're mad," Loki continues calmly. "But...please, my love...please let us help you."

"Thanks for making me miss my trigonometry test," Jade mutters under her breath – looking out the window as Loki begins to take her to school. "How can you help me with that? I'm not allowed to do a make-up test."

Loki looks over to Jade when he comes to a red light. "I'll figure something out, okay? You'll be able to make it up."

Fifteen minutes later, Loki pulls up to Jade's school – the angry teen slamming the door to her father's Mercedes as she storms inside. Loki sits for a while – pondering what he can do to help her heal.

A thought occurs just before Loki is going to leave.

"Hello?" a female teacher calls out – hearing a knock on her door. She had been told minutes earlier that a parent wanted to meet with her. Loki approaches the math teacher – his hands behind his back and a fond smile on his face.

"Hello, Ms. Matthews," Loki begins nicely. "I'm Loki...Jade's father. I would like to talk to you about how Jade can make up her trigonometry test that she missed this morning."

Ms. Matthews motions for Loki to sit down in the chair across from her desk.

"Jade's a fantastic student," she smiles at the god. "But I'm afraid I don't give make-up tests." Her tone is sympathetic – making it seem like she wishes she could help. "Jade's grade only went down to a 92% from a 100% with the zero for the test, but I'm sure she'll be just fine."

Loki takes a deep breath. "My daughter didn't miss it because she overslept or decided to skip class."

"I make it very clear at the beginning of each school year that -,"

"I'm the reason she missed it," Loki interrupts – practically pleading with the teacher. "You know what Jade's gone through...she needs something in her life to go right for once. Her grade being affected so much will break her heart, and honestly, I'm sick and tired of seeing my little girl's heart broken. Something that may seem small and insignificant to you may not be to someone else." By this point, the God of Mischief has tears in his eyes – trying as hard as he can to fight them back. "Honestly, I don't think she even cares about the grade. She needs something to help her feel better about herself...and math does that."

About half an hour later, Jade is walking into the cafeteria when she's halted by the sight in front of her.

It's Loki.

He's sitting at a table with no one else around.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Jade mumbles under her breath – pulling out her phone to text her friend and let her know how insane her dad is being. "Why the fuck are you here?" she asks herself.

As Jade tries to slip out of the cafeteria, she's approached by one of her friends.

"Hey, Jade?" her friend, Sarah, calls out to the goddess. "Um, so, what's up with your dad over there? Why's he crying?"

Jade's heart drops at the knowledge that her father is crying. Not only is he crying, but he's doing it in public...not caring who sees him.

Jade slowly approaches the table that Loki is sitting at. His elbows are on the table, and he's crying quietly as his hands block his eyes – letting his tears drop onto the blue table.

Carefully and quietly, Jade sits down in the chair across from her dad. "Daddy?"

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[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Hiya, I’m back from my impromptu break. 

Gotta do that every once in a while so I don’t get burnout, y’know? But in saying that, there are a few things I wanna talk about going into the future with the blog. Yep, it’s one of those posts hahaha

I won’t be posting much during the week since I work. I’m more active on weekends where I’m off. As for what I’ll actually post, I still enjoy doing my little rambles about whatever’s on my mind, I have a lot of asks that have piled up that I wanna go through, and of course there’s themed nights. 

But here’s the thing- y’all know that I’m primarily a twdg blog with a heavy focus on tfs, I’ve done this for years now, and I’ve found that while I still enjoy chatting about everything, it’s starting to feel repetitive with certain topics, y’know? We’ve have character nights for every character, we’ve discussed every season, I get repeating asks, and there just isn’t anything new to talk about…… well, okay this a wee bit of a lie because I guess the comic coming out is new but the comic isn’t canon and it’s not exactly fun to talk about soooo I don’t count it. 

I want to continue discussing aspects of twdg, but I wanna spice it up a bit by talking about other games, too. 

Like other Telltale games! Wolf Among Us, Tales from the Borderlands, both seasons of Batman, Game of Thrones, and I guess we could even talk about Minecraft Story Mode, though do know that when I streamed that game a while ago, it did break a small part of me... it’s the worst Telltale game I’ve ever played. Wait... or did Guardian’s of the Galaxy take that spot? Hmmm...

I want to discuss other Telltale games, as well as non-Telltale games that have a heavy focus on story and choices. We’ve talked about Life is Strange a bit in the past, I’d love to discuss King’s Quest [2015], I’m currently playing through the Dragon Age series after finishing Inquisition [that’s the only one I’ve finished, currently playing through Origins and it’s going greeeeat... and by great, I mean I’m stuck in the fade! Yay!], and I’m a huge fan of the Dark Pictures Anthology [though I still haven’t played House of Ashes but I’m going to soon!]. I’d like to dedicate a night to talk about other games every once in a while, and I’ll be sure to tag is as #non-twdg for anyone not interested, they can block that tag.

And just to make it clear, I’m still mainly discussing twdg. I’ll just sprinkle in other asks/themed nights for other games with it. 

Then because I’ve gotten a couple asks about future streams...... ehhh, I dunno how to really explain it, but I’m having some issues with the idea of streaming lately. It’s probably anxiety and overthinking, but until I feel more comfortable and want to get back into streaming, there won’t be any planned streams in the future. I’ll update if that changes. 

Let’s see, is there anything else....? I guess not. Feel free to send asks in, I will be answering things this weekend. Hope you guys are having a great week and I look forward to chatting! 

#just an update #now I gotta go get ready for work... woooo #i'll chat with y'all this weekend :)

[askaceattorney]

I’ll tell ‘em.

What?  No!  I’ll tell ‘em!

You’re too insensitive!  It needs to be spoken with delicacy...

But no one even knows who you are.  Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney was...what, 15 years ago?

Hey, low blow!

I’ll tell them.

Hah!  You’re way too robotic and emotionless for this!

Well, someone’s gotta tell ‘em!

I’ll tell ‘em!

................................................Okay.

Wait...  What am I telling ‘em?

*whisper, whisper*

The blog is ending.

THE BLOG IS ENDING!?

WAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

I told you you were too insensitive...

Okay, so that’s not entirely true...  Sorry if I made anyone panic there.  The truth is that the blog as you know it will be ending soon.  To be more specific, I’ve decided it’s time for me to take a breather -- this time, a very long one.  The reason for this isn’t because I’m getting tired of the letters, of answering them, of Ace Attorney, or of any of you.  It’s because of the simple fact that...

I’m not in dire straits or anything, but I'm still sort of living in the basement of my parents’ basement, so I’ve decided that it’s finally time for me to free up my schedule a bit so I can get a better picture of what I’m going to do with my life.  Believe me, if I could get paid to pretend to be Ace Attorney characters, I’d make it a lifelong career, but such is not the case (no pun intended), so as much as it pains me, I'll be placing this blog on the proverbial back burner at the end of this year.

So, how long will I be gone?  As of right now, my plan is to remove myself for at least 6 months or so, but that isn’t set in stone -- I might be back in 3 months, a year, or 3 years.  Heck, maybe I’ll make a return on July 20, 2027.  How appropriate would that be?

But until that day, whenever it is, my letter-answering days will have to come to an end by New Year’s Day 2021.  In other words, the end of this year.  So if you have any questions or comments for me (or just want a character response from me specifically), now is the time to send them.  If you want, add the “to co-mod” tag to your letter so I’ll know that’s what you had in mind.  

I could give a long, heartfelt speech here about how much I’ve loved doing this for the past...

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...three years, how much I love the Ace Attorney series and its unique cast of characters, and how much I love and appreciate all of you, but I’d prefer to save it for the day I take my leave (or somewhere close to it).  In the meantime, I’ll be giving 110% to making this a memorable month and Christmas season, so I hope you’re looking forward to some good times ahead.  What else can they be after all we’ve been through this year, huh?

Here’s some more good news: the other Mods will still be here once I leave, and I plan to keep a watch on the blog even while I’m not actively part of it, so hopefully, it won’t be too much of a change.  I also fully intend to finish all the character essays I’ve seen requests for -- there are a total of 11 right now, if I’m not mistaken (Sorry for slacking on those!).  Also, for any of you who enjoy fan art, I’ll still be around on my art blog, so feel free to visit me there any time.

So, long story short, it’s become necessary for me to stop being the chief moderator of this blog for the time being, so I’ll be bowing out at the end of this year (with no small amount of regret, I should add).  If things go well, I’ll be back before much longer, so keep holding onto hope, everyone.

Let’s see if we can stick the landing, shall we?

-The Co-Mod

(Script shamelessly stolen from this comic)

#Mod Post #Co Mod #Mod Commentary #Insert clever line here

[lovee-infected]

I'm about to start my own (twst) writing blog and I'm going around writers that I follow for some advice q*q could you give me any wisdom on what I should do when starting a writing blog? thank you!! I love your works and you're one of the writers that inspire me

Aa thank you baby I'm so happy to hear that I inspire you!! First off, good luck with the new writing blog! I'm glad that more authors are joining the fandom and wish you all the best with your works! 💞💖💞 Other than trying to keep your blog organized by creating a proper masterlist, choosing a suitable aesthetic, having a set of rules and making sure to tag all of the warnings and necessary mentions (gender of reader, n/sfw or trigger warning), I tried to come up with some useful advises that might help!

1) Keep up the great confidence!

First and the most important thing about a writing blog, is to be confident and strong. Look, you shouldn't be afraid of posting your works and sharing with the redt of the fandom, even as they're not as perfect as you want them to be. The more you write, the more you learn! And you'd grow to be better and better as you continue to share your works! Not even the greatest authors had been any perfect on their first days!

2) If you're accepting requests, try to set a limit

Being overwhelmed with asks is never pleasant, if you just open your inbox to face 500 requests you'd be to be terrified and confused and even lose your passion to work on any of them because of the stress and not knowing where to begin from. Try to set a limit based on your personal limits, how many requests do you think you can have at the time without stressing out because of how much they are? 10? 20? 50? 100? 200? Doesn't matter! If you feel like you're fine with huge numbers like 200 and 150, it's totally fine! If not, remember that setting a character limit would not only reduce the possible chance of stressing out and overwhelming anxiety but it'll also help you manage your inbox better and easier! You can start taking requests again just as soon as your inbox in cleared!

3) Try to treat yourself every once in a while!

Working on requests can be tiring and sometimes, boring. It's great if you enjoy working on requests no matter what they are but remember to write for your own pleasure every once in a while too!

Even if you have like 100 requests laying in your inbox, feel free to write self indulgent fics or something that you'd like to write even if it's super odd an irrelevant to your normal writings! Remember that you deserve to read something you enjoy just as much as the others do, so don't forget to bless yourself with that beautiful writing of yours ;) Remember that it's your blog, you are free to do everything that makes you happy or anything that you simply enjoy doing ^^

4) Remember that no matter what, toxicity always exists and it's not your fault

Look toxicity is very common to be found social medias, especially platforms like tumblr in which anonymous function exists. Even celebrities and world-famous artists might get attacked over pretty silly stuff every once in a while so it's something usual to happen! I wish you never receive any potentially harmful or rude asks or messages but if you ever do, best would be to block or simply ignore them! People in this platform can be ridiculous sometimes lol, there are people who DM creators just to spam hate and block the creator whom they spammed after wards lol, so don't even bother t waste your time with such people!

If anyone comes to your inbox/DMs/comments to say something harsh or leave a sharp critique, best would be to ignore them. Even if you like to answer or respond to reply to them tey to be chill and not take them seriously. Remember, even if they didn't like your content they could've just scrolled down without bothering to read your work, so if they had the guts to come and spam you with nonsense just because they didn't like your work, it's their fault! They didn't have to read, and it doesn't even matter if they liked your work or not! It's their problem and all, so remember not to let these kind of people get to you at all!

5) Take it easy with writing

Don't push yourself too hard, remember that not everything you write is supposed to be *perfect. This is even more serious when it comes to requests, thousands of unexpected ideas might pop up in your inbox and it makes it quite confusing to choose what to write or do!

First off, don't be any shy or anxious about rejecting the requests which don't follow your rules or come when you aren't accepting requests. Those who violate your rules aren't worthy of your time and work!

Secondly, keep this is mind that you aren't expected to be able to write everything! Sometimes the requests are hard to write, the idea seems odd or hard to understand, or sometimes you just don't feel comfortable or don't want to write it all, which is okay!

You always have the right to take/drop whichever of your requests and you don't owe anyone anything for this, it's your own blog, your work, and your content. Don't ever force yourself to write something which you don't like to write!

6) Your health is always the top priority

Remember that no matter how popular you are, how many followers you have, how many requests are left in your inbox or how much people are wishing to get more of your content, you're free to stop writing and put this wrong at a temporarily (or even permanent) hiatus.

Sometimes you just don't feel like writing, then don't write. If you feel like you're being too busy with work/family/school and anything please don't force yourself to write! Remember that your real life matters always come first!

Also, you might even need a break from writing without necessarily being really busy or sad, sometimes you just need to take a break from everything, and it's totally fine to do! Take as much time as you need and stay healthy during your breaks. It'd be even better if you don't even think of any new ideas/Aus while you're taking a break from writing so you can fully set your mind off stuff! Doesn't even matter if followers/readers are going to appreciate this or not, it's not about them, it's about you. Remember that your good readers/follwers who understand that authors are normal humans and not writing machines would surely understand if you need to take a break too!

7)Keep yourself motivated!

There might be days when you can and have the time to write, but something's holding you back. You feel like procrastinating over and over at some point lose the motivation to write. First off, that's a really normal matter to see as many of us have to struggle with laziness sometimes lol, but there are some useful tips to keep yourself Motamedi and hyped while you're planning to write! A bit of challenge would not only make it a lot more fun, but is also a good way to keep yourself motivated and inspired!

First, try prompt lists! They've always got plenty of useful ideas and inspirational quotes to use and are absolutely amazing to give you new ideas for a writing!

Second, try to challenge yourself by simple stuff like setting yourself word limits, trying to see how much you can write in an hour, use some suggested words in your stories (ex: Banana, train, knife, turkey) as a small challenge! You can also try small events (like milestone or holiday events) to celebrate on your blog with stuff like: Prompt list requests, CYOAs, character interaction and other new stuff that gives you a better motivation tp write instead of just having to work on the same, usual writing requests over and over.

Also, I suggest putting an specific hour for writing/ checking on your blog in your daily schedule as this is also a way of avoiding procrastination, instead of writing 10 requests a day and not writing anything for two weeks, try to set an schedule like writing 1-2 writings everyday! Remember to put your real life activities in the schedule too so you won't have to go through any trouble to find a balance between your real life and running a writing blog!

8) Remember the crediting/copyrights

I'm just adding this here because I can see quite a few of writers using uncredited art for their stories and it's been much and less of an issue lately ^^;

First off, the arts/headers used in your writing. Make sure not to use any uncredited card or anyone else's edit without their permission, otherwise it's nothing different from stealing the work from the original artst!

If you're going to leave a link to the artist, make sure to check on them and check if they allow reposts with credit or not. If they don't, don't use their art. If they do, make sure to give them a proper credit with a link to them! (:

Editors too on the other hand spend a very long time making their edits and and aesthetics, so not copying their work is just as important as not stealing art from the artsits!

Pinterest is filled with uncredited art and if there's a pinterest art who is not linked to the original artist, putting the empty pinterest pin link would be useless and steal counted as stealing art.

9) Stick with your own writing style!

Writing style is like signature, everyone's got their very own and unique writing style. From the way you portray characters to what elements you use as the story develops, you're totally different from each and every of other authors in this fandom!

You may sometimes wonder if your writing style is any good at all while you look at other creators writings and feel the difference, and I gotta say: It doesn't even matter what others are doing! All that is important, is you.

Don't try to change your style to become close another writer's style, your own style is great as it already is! Even if you aren't yet that experienced with writing and feel like your writing could be better, remember that your writing skills will indeed improve as you continue to write and read newer and newer stuff, so don't worry about it!

Each and every writing style has got its own beauty, not everyone may totally enjoy your style at first but and as you continue to write, you'd get to learn what makes people enjoy your writing even more or how you can attract new readers with your writings, your style will change for the better as you write!

Though it's totally fine if you feel like there are writers who inspire and motivate you, remember that you won't have to be them in order to improve! You don't need to be just like them to be great! Even if you do have some issues like being a non-native speaker which can make it quite hard for you to write, you'd automatically learn and have most of your errors fixed as the time passes. I made LOTS of mistakes in my first writings but I hardly ever make any mistakes now because I'm used to it! Though it was a bit late I finally recognized my mistakes and corrected them! And I'd continue to correct more of my mistakes as I continue to write!

10) It's very good to have different writer mutuals

This one is rather optional, just a small recommendation! Though there are many writers who might recommend this as a rather important factor for running a writing blog, I'd say that this isn't necessary as there are still well-known tumblr authors and even twst authors who gained attention to themselves on their own and not with the help and support of any mutuals or writer friends, so it isn't impossible to be successful even without having any mutuals!

The thing with having mutuals is that it makes everything easier. A totally new twst blog can gain around 100 followers on its first without even posting anything more than a writing and a list of rules only because of being supported and boosted by well-known blogs while a for normal blog without any support or boosting, it may take up to 2-3 weeks or even an entire month to gain that 100!

Also, getting to talk with different authors (especially those who are more experienced than you) is motivational and heartwarming, you can feel like you have a team to belong to. You can discuss different writing ideas/issues/blog chores with them and see what they may think. You can even have their support with new ideas if you feel stuck/unmotivated while writing a piece!

I didn't have any mutuals on my first days either and I admit that this made things a bit hard, but it didn't hold me back from continuing to write! Yet I admit that it's surely very useful to have a couple of writer friends around you whom you can share your ideas with! Mutuals support each other, reblog each other's works and give each other a better chance of having their works read by more users, which is quite amazing and helpful!

11) Go for it and don't give up!

Remember that no one, not even the greatest writing blogs have been perfect on their first days. They weren't well-known back then either! And they wouldn't have been any successful today without being hard-working and strong. Leaving up to the previous 10 rules is the hardest part of having a blog, and it's all about not giving up!

Do not try to judge your writing and talents based on the amount of notes your posts get or how many followers you have, because these aren't ever going to show your true worth and talents! But I assure you, if you continue to write even through your hard days, your unmotivated days and your sad days no matter how hard it's supposed to be, everything will change. The more you write, the higher the chance of having new people find and read your works would be! Keeping up the hard work and believing in yourself is the key to achieving anything you may wish for, even having a successful writing blog!

As you continue to write, you'll get more readers, more notes on your posts, more followers and more people who enjoy your content!

Hope that these are helpful, wish you all the greatest and good luck with your writing blog!!💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞

#answered #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted Wonderland x reader #writing #writing tips #writing blog tips

[jo-the-schmo]

Red, Dead, Reflections Ch. 1

A/N: Alright so... I started writing this fic over a year ago, and was posting it as I wrote it. I fell out of it for a few reasons but I’ve missed it. So I decided to start writing it again. The original versions of the first 5 chapters already exist on my blog but I want to repost them and do some editing. This way I can make the series more polished. I also want to try and do a once a week maybe schedule to give me some time in between writing chapters and so I can take some feedback into consideration.I hope some of the people who originally wanted to keep up with my series see this and I want to apologize for falling back on this. I feel really bad about it. I’ll try harder to commit to this. Thank you so much for being interested in my work. If anyone would like to be tagged just let me know, I don’t wanna assume the people who did before want to now. 

Summary: At the age of 23, you and your pseudo-family perform a heist gone wrong, leading you into a dangerous and seemingly impossible position. Discover your own history, the story of those around you, and gain new relationships along the way in this (sorta) choose your own adventure.

Warnings: Explicit language, blood, death, violence

Word count: 5,988

From Out West

“This is a little too ballsy for my liking, Austin.” You warned as you carefully adjusted the colored contact lenses in your eyes.

“Since when did you turn into a little pussy-willow?” He smirked at you while he turned a corner. 

“This is a bank, not a home robbery, so forgive me if I’m a tad nervous about this! We’re robbing a god damn bank in the 21st century, in a busy city that we aren’t necessarily familiar with!”

“Maybe you aren’t familiar, you know I’m a regular ol’LA boy.” You turned your head to look at the two in the backseat.

“Miguel, you can’t seriously be okay with this.” You questioned but were confident in it enough to make it a statement. He shrugged his shoulders, making that confidence literally evaporate. 

“We gotta trust Austin, as crazy as this plan is. We haven’t gotten caught yet.” You crossed you arms and made sure your wig was pinned right.

“Doesn’t mean we won’t be startin’ now.” You grumbled. 

“Come on, sissy! This plan is fool-proof! They’ll never even know it was us!” Eli chirped. 

“Oh yeah, except for the fact that this is a fucking bank and the FBI CAN get on our asses for this!” You swore it was exhausting being the only realistic one sometimes. “On top of that, there’s only 5 of us! We’re insane!” 

“6.” Austin corrected. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Your girlfriend won’t be in the damn room with us.” 

“She’s the ace up our sleeves, it would be silly for her to be in there with us.” The car smelled like old cigarettes, it made you sick. The band around your chest dug into your ribs. You opted to stay silent and relent for the time being, instead focusing on your disguise. The wig was carefully pinned to your real hair, it was short enough to be confused for a men’s haircut but had enough length to not require any glue. Dark brown hair, abnormally vibrant green eyes. And with the mask covering your face, that would be their only descriptions they could give to the police. Flat chest, boyish haircut, baggy black hoodie, just your average deviant. The destination was in view. 

“Alright,” Austin started. “everyone knows the plan, yeah? Gina is inside, she’ll send us the signal. We go in quick and make our presence known. I go behind the counter to make sure the tellers ain’t up to no funny shit. Miguel, you round up the lovely citizens into a corner, hit Gina a little to make it convincing. Eli, you take care of the money. And Y/N, I need you to stay in character, be loud and intimidating, keep the tellers in check when I’m helpin’ Eli, and the civils with Miguel, got it?” You all nodded. He looked back at Miguel. “You got the fake bomb ready?”

“Yes’ir.” 

“I’ll pass the big boss to you once I pick him out. Zoe is waiting for us in the alleyway between the bank and the office building. We get in, make some noise, scare them shitless, get the money, and go.” He parked up front of the white walls, you saw a mother walk through the glass doors with her toddler in a stroller. You immediately felt bad. 

“You promise this is the last job, right?” You looked at him seriously. “At least the last of something this big, I don’t think I could handle with again.”

“Of course! This is just to get us enough money to get us all out. The economy is garbage, think of it as taking what should already be ours.” You heard the crackle of the walkie on Austin’s lap. He threw it into his bag. “That’s the signal, masks on everyone.” Austin’s was a fox, long, fake salt and pepper hair rolled form under his hood. Eli’s was a raccoon, convincing copper bangs swooped between the ears. Miguel had an owl; disturbing blue eyes pierced your being. You strapped on your black dove and joined with group as they exited the stolen vehicle. You kept both your hands in the front pocket of your hoodie, trying to be discrete about the two handguns inside. Only one was loaded with real bullets, that was the backup, You preferred to use the blanks. Unable to trace, and when used properly, won’t hurt anyone. Austin and Eli took the leads. 

The doors were kicked in. 

“EVERYONE GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND RIGHT NOW! HANDS UP, ALL YOU! THIS IS A ROBBERY!” He screamed, pointing his gun at a man behind the counter about 3 yards away. Miguel was quick to shout at the people in line to get into the corner of the room. Gina pretended to try and defy, he slaps her, needless to say it’s convincing. 

“Dove, handle the worms.” You traded spots as Austin grabbed one of the men behind the counter. Your eyes locked with the poor woman, she was covering the stroller with her torso. You pointed your blank gun at some random person. 

“Stay on the ground or I’ll fucking shoot, ya hear me?” You lowered your voice, made it coarser, time to be a ‘man’. They nodded hysterically. The woman was crying. You could hear Eli screaming his demands in a fake accent. “Everyone hand over your phones. If any of you give me a reason to even SUSPECT you’re up to anything, I will shoot.” Everyone put their phones on the ground and slid them over toward you. You turned your attention to the back. “What’s the hold up, owl?” 

“I’m handling it.” He strapped the fake bomb to the teller’s chest, making him kneel down in the middle of the bank. “Listen up, everyone! This man has a bomb attached to his body. We have someone hacked into the security cameras. If you don’t follow our instructions to the T, they will blow a hole in this lot.” He paused to let the cries and gasps die out. “Now, for those said instructions, listen close. We will exit the building soon, you will stay down for 5 minutes.” He pointed at a clock on the wall. “Do not touch anything or move a muscle. When 5 minutes have passed, the big guy here-“ He patted the man’s shoulders and dropped a key wrapped in tissue in his lap. “will take a little drive off the premises. He will keep going until he reaches the designated location written on that tissue. If any of you contact the police before the end of the day, he will die, along with any other drivers in his vicinity. So, unless you want a substantial amount of blood on your hands, I’d suggest you keep quiet until midnight. As for the rest of you, you have permission to leave the building once that 5 minutes are up. But I would suggest keeping a low profile, for your safety and others’.” There was a loud crack. 

“I got it!” The phony Australian accent rang. Austin led the rest of the bank tellers to you, making them sit in the flood of civils. 

“Staying alert, Dove?”

“Don’t patronize me, stupid Fox.” This whole situation pissed you off. The baby was crying, mom was too, trying to hush the whines. 

“Fire a shot, Dove!” What? “Don’t let their insubordination stand.” He demanded. This was a fear tactic. He was trying to teach a lesson to the others. 

“I’m not firing a warning shot over a fucking baby, you psycho!” Your blood was boiling, this was overkill, he was way out of line with this. Of course, he wasn’t telling you to shoot the baby or the mother, but you weren’t going to cause more grief where it didn’t need to be. 

“Take the shot!”

“Fuck you!” 

“Why are you going against me?” Was he seriously doing this now? You felt like your head was going to explode. She was the only person with a child present. You put both of your pieces back in your hoodie and knelt next to her. She flinched as you approached, but that was to be expected. 

“Ma’am, I’m making an exception for you because you have a child with you, and that prick is really getting on my last nerve. You’re allowed to exit the building now, but the other rules still apply. People will die if you talk, maybe not you, but other people who have children like you do, most certainly. Take your kid and get out, don’t do anything out of the ordinary, and get out.” Her red eyes shook you to your core, familiarity. She nodded in both fear and appreciation. 

“Than-than-thank y-“ She was choking on her own misfortune, you decided to spare her. 

“Yeah, yeah, just get out.” She got up and collected herself, checking around the room as she walked out of the building. You could only see his eyes, but you could tell Austin was reaching his limit fast. An older gentleman stared at you. 

“At least one of you has a heart.” You were glad Austin was too focused on being pissed to hear that. You got up, kicking the phones toward the door as you walked. Austin grabbed you arm. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill her for that.” By letting that woman go, you showed weakness. It was a hint at your identities, but you didn’t care. 

“And you’re lucky I’m not shooting you for saying that. I’m not a killer like you, Fox.” Your voice was laced with venom. Eli had interrupted your dispute. 

“Alright lovebirds, time to play nice, we’ve got precious cargo.” He gave both of you a duffle bag, they were pretty hefty. Austin took a deep breath, putting on his best showman voice. 

“Alright folks! That right there is our cue to hit the road. Remember, 5 minutes on the clock. No one likes a-“ The doors were filled with red and blue, sirens. The police were here. “Shit!” Shit was right. “How the hell are they here?” Austin screamed. He gave you a shove. “It’s probably because of that god damn woman!” 

“There’s no way she would’ve had enough time for that.”

“And no one had a phone out, I was watching the whole time.” Miguel chimed. 

“We have bigger fish to fry right now! We gotta go.” You all dashed over to the back door, all you had to do was move towards the alley, if you could just get to the dump van, everything would be fine. Drive up to get the real car, leave that one with no prints or hair, and you’d be home free. The 4 of you booked it out the door. But the van was no where to be seen, instead, there were about 3 cops on either side which was 6 in total, trapping you in. 

“They must’ve got Zoe!” Yeah, no shit. 

“Put your hands up!” You all raised your arms, except of course for Austin. You kicked his calf. He didn’t budge. “I said put your god damn hands up!”

“In case you didn’t notice, pal, there’s a bomb in that building. If you don’t let us pass, I’ll blow that building out of existence, along with the man attached to it.” He pointed his gun to one of the cops to your left. “So, I suggest you let us through, or else you’re gonna piss me off more than I already am.” 

“We know the bomb is fake, drop to your knees or we will shoot!” Another one barked. Someone had ratted you out. You looked at Miguel and Eli, you weren’t letting this go down, not by a long shot. You tuned out Austin’s ramblings and whispered to the other two. 

“Be ready to run. I’m gonna buy you guys some time. Don’t kill any of them, disarm them.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N?” Miguel questioned with panic. You took a deep breath. 

“Thank you for being my family.” You swept your leg behind Austin’s knees, and he collapsed to the ground as you stood. 

The world slowed to a crawl, pulling a gun out of your pocket, these were real bullets. You’ve never missed a target. You drew the attention of all 6 police officers, but no amount of training could prepare them. You fired 3 shots, each one hitting the hands of the officers Austin had been talking to. Their weapons fell from their hands. You felt bodies push past your legs, down the alley way away from the bank. You were glad the streets of LA were confusing. Now was the time. You whipped your body around to face the rest of the officers, firing rapidly at their shins. You weren’t gonna put blood on your hands. 

But deep down you knew, there was no making out of this one. You would buy them a few minutes while trying to subdue you. Just as your haphazard shots began, they fired precise ones of their own. Two passed through your skull, three in your chest, and one got a through almost half of your jugular. Both pieces fell away from you as gravity swaddled you. Bits of your wooden mask, blood, head pushing back unnaturally, seeing the backs of your made family run, they were almost home free. There was no pain after that point, you waited patiently for your back to hit the ground beneath you, but it never did. You kept falling. 

And falling. 

The midday light felt like it was slipping away, there were leather walls encompassing your lifeless form. No sound, no sense of texture, just the smell of dirt and decay. Then there was nothing but darkness, but that void that beckoned you, that pulled at your very being, was gone just as quick as it appeared. 

Your body shot forward with a violent intake for air. The gasps filled your lungs to the brim, your chest and head ached, throat tight. The coughing erupted from deep in your chest, which also held a different pain from the ever-tightening band around it. You threw you hoodie away and made quick work of loosening it just a bit, and in doing so noticed that your body was free of any physical wounds. There was still a soreness, and blood wiped off your skin, but there were no open wounds. You were incredibly cold, and at first you assumed that to be attributed to your near-death experience, until you looked up high to see to see an open window with snow falling outside. 

“I don’t think we’re in California anymore.” You muttered to yourself. You shivered, the place was covered in hay and in low light, that’s when the smell hit you. It reeked of animals, that would probably have something to do with the fact that you’re in a barn. Shakily, you got to your feet. Knees wobbling, your eyes adjusted, there were horses. That certainly explained the stench. A chill ran up your spine, the cold tickling at your vertebrae. You scanned the room for where you had tossed your hoodie, only to find it in a horse’s mouth. Your eyes widened in fear. “No, no, no, no, no, no!” You exclaimed. You rushed forward and grasped at the hanging sleeve, tugging on it with all your strength. “Drop it! Drop it right now!” 

The horse did not listen, in fact, now it seemed more hellbent on consuming the thick material. After hurtling a few curses at the horse, you heard a distinct rip. You fell back, the remnants of black cloth now in tatters. You let out a muffled scream of frustration. Even with the long sleeves of your cotton shirt, you were still freezing. It suddenly struck you how odd it is for it to be snowing at all. You figured you weren’t in California anymore, but you were somewhere that snows in the middle of May? How far were you? You couldn’t think of any states that snowed this late in the year. Were you in Maine? Up north, Canada? How did you even get here? 

“Did those idiots come back to get me? I could’ve sworn…” You could’ve sworn they ran like you told them to, and that you had experienced several fatal injuries. Is this hell? Purgatory? The other side? It was cold enough to be Hell that’s for sure. Nothing made sense. You found your mask on the ground, chunks of the painted wood were replaced with vacant space, splintered bullet holes. You fastened it to the first belt loop, it rested against your left pant leg. Pins dug into your scalp, wigs still surprisingly attached to your head. Your eyes watered, your contacts were drying out. You opted take them out now rather than waste your time trying to find drops in a barn. You flicked them away once they were out. “Now, if there’s a barn with animals, there’s gotta be a house with people.” You walked over to the large wooden doors as your talked to yourself, but today just had to be the worst day of your life. Something landed on top of you, or more accurately someone. 

You were surprised you didn’t feel any cracks as the weight crashed on you. Shifting your weight over, you elbowed the man in the jaw. He rolled off of you with a grunt of pain. You were quick to jab him in the stomach with the toe of your boot. Sputtering a cough with saliva dripping out the mouth, the man rushed to stand. He was trying to fight. 

“You’re on the wrong side of the mountains, partn’r.” He slurred. “This here is O’Driscoll territory, Which you don’t got no business bein’ in.” I’m in the mountains? Where the hell- He didn’t give you enough time to finish that thought before he was throwing a punch at you. If this basic boy thinks he can step in my personal space, he’s got another thing coming. You blocked the fist with your forearm and redirected the force toward the ground. With the base of your wrist, you hit his throat. The force of your own strength and the ever so impeccable sense of gravity caused him to wheeze, choke, and writhe on the ground. 

“Listen here, buddy,” you pressed your boot down on his chest “I have no idea where the hell I am right now. I don’t give a single shit about territory or whatever the fuck you’re going on about, but if you put your hands on me again, I’m gonna mangle your entire lower half with a rake.” You applied more weight. “I didn’t come here of my own volition, someone put me here. Which means, you’re little punk ass better tell me what’s going on or get out of my way so I can-“ Gunshots. Mystery man took your distraction as an opportunity to wriggle out form under you. They were ceaseless, did someone drop you off in the middle of a gang war, what the hell is going on? You were about to duck behind whatever cover was around you if the idiot of the room had decided he didn’t learn his lesson. 

“Are you with those crazies?” He yelled, peeking out the barn doors for only a second. “I should’ve known.” His voice was cold and malicious. “You’re with that son of a bitch, Dutch!”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, pretty boy, they must’ve sent you up to spy on us! I’m gonna kill you for-“

“I literally have no idea what’s going on!” But he wasn’t listening to reason, clocked you in the ribs before you got the chance to block, then using your surprise to his advantage, hit you on the nose. There was a familiar crack and blood rush. “Did you just fucking break my nose, you ass?” You screeched toward the ground, wiping away the blood. 

You took him off guard by doing that, so you were quick to knock him in the jaw. The shooting stopped but you were a little preoccupied and decided not to waste anymore time. His arm bent to caress the side of his face. You rushed forward, lacing your arm between the gap his made. Using all your weight, you swung your legs out and forced him to drop to the ground. His back slammed forcefully and with a swift adjustment, your shins trapped his neck, locking him in place. You squeezed his neck enough to make him gasp. He tried to push away from you, but with the position you left him in, there’s no way he’d be able to without some sort of outside assistance. 

“Who are you calling pretty boy now? Huh? Who, bitch boy?” You heard the door start to open, you let lose and pulled the man up to shield you, locking his head so that you peek between a gap in your arm and his head. A man wearing a blue coat and hat walked in, his hands resting on his belt. 

“Well, well, what have we got ourselves here?” You couldn’t quite place his accent. You noticed he had a holster. 

“Don’t fuck with me, dude. I’ve got your friend trapped between me and you. No need to make this get crazy.” You warned, tightening your grip to enunciate your point. What sounded almost like a chuckle escaped his throat. 

“You must not be an O’Driscoll if you think he’s my friend.” You panicked, you tried to think of your next move, but he had plans of his own. “What’s your name, son?” Your suspicions were correct, it seems. This isn’t the first time someone’s confused you for a man, especially when you were trying so hard to not look like yourself. But maybe, you could use this to your advantage. 

“James West.” That was Austin’s code name for danger. If someone introduced you or called any of you James, it meant they weren’t trust worthy. You and Gina would usually use Jamie, but now James felt like the safer option. 

“Now how in the hell did you get involved in this, West?” He rested his hip against one of the stable posts.  

“I have no idea.” You threw the man away from you, there was no point holding him anymore. “I woke up here, and this guy just started attacking me.” You thought for a moment. “Are you Dutch?” You asked. This time, it was a single, hearty-

“HA!” He had a spark in his eye. “Me? Dutch? I ain’t that old yet, kid.” You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up. 

“Well, my nose is broken because this little shit thought I was with you, so I have some choice words for this ‘Dutch’.” You huffed. “And don’t call me ‘kid’.” You brushed your fingers across the bridge of your nose, preparing yourself for what you were about to do. One deep breath in, out, pop. You pushed your nose back into place and winced. A wad of blood shot out. “Jesus shit!” You coughed, you never get used to having to do that. The blue coat cowboy looking mother-fucker looked semi-impressed. 

“Well, I’m not Dutch, but you could sure meet him if it pleases.” Something caught his attention. “Speak of the devil…” The door opened again. A man walked in with very distinct black hair. He was also a cowboy looking mother-fucker. Oh god, am I in yeeyee country? His eyes immediately locked on you. 

“Did you cause this mess, Arthur? Or have we just met a new friend?” The man who you presumed to be Dutch, had a deeper voice than the man apparently called Arthur, but their accents were similar. That was not promising for you. 

“That depends, his name is West, James West. I walked in a right fine mess between him and that there O’Driscoll.” Arthur pointed to the man still struggling to steady himself. Dutch choked a deep laugh, he seemed more amused than Arthur was. 

“Right fine is right, Arthur. You did this?” He asked. You nodded reluctantly. “You’re a good fighter, boy. Real good, it seems.” He strode over to the guy on the floor and picked him up by the collar, tossing him over to Arthur. “Morgan, you deal with this trash while I talk to our new pal.” Dutch walked over to you, confidence in his step, while Arthur threw the man back on the ground. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and shook you around a bit. “James West, huh?”

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” 

“Oh, this boy’s got spunk, Morgan!” You looked over and saw Arthur yanking the man around by the shirt. Dutch forced your attention back to him. “Now West, you’ve gotta understand our position here. We can tell clear as day you ain’t involved in a lick of this mess. But we don’t have a single clue as to what your business is up here. Now, you seem like a considerate young man, but I got worried folks on this mountain, and I can’t have no scamps running around and hellraising” He squeezed your shoulder. “So, don’t take any offense to what I’m about to ask, but what are you doing up here?” He looked you dead in the eyes. In your opinion, the question was fair. You couldn’t fully let your guard down, but they appeared to not be whoever put you here. Then again, these O’Driscoll’s didn’t seem to be either. 

“I can’t give you an answer to that one, Mr. …?” 

“Van Der Linde.” That’s one hell of a name. 

“Mr. Van Der Linde. Frankly, I have no damn clue why I’m here. One minute, I’m getting shot down in the middle of the day, and then I wake up trapped in some barn in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, in what looks like the ass end of winter. So, I’m a little confused right now to say the least.” You were clearly frustrated with your situation, he wasn’t oblivious to it. 

“Where are you from, son?”

“California.” That was a safe enough answer. 

“James West from out West. That’s certainly an opener.” He scratched his chin. “I’m gonna put you to a test young man.” He turned you around and lead you over to where Arthur had just gotten off the now bloody man. He was whimpering, begging under his breath for mercy. 

“I don’t think he’s got much to say, Dutch. They apparently happened upon this place and took it over. That’s all I’m getting’” 

“I’m going to give our new young friend a choice.” He pulled a revolver out of his holster and held the handle out to you. “In normal circumstances, I’d let Arthur handle this situation himself. But I’ve got an itching curiosity with you, kid.” You felt obligated to hold it in your hand. Looking down at the man, pity flared in your chest. “Should we kill him, or let him go? I’m letting you make the call.” What kind of question was this? Who were these guys? The choice wasn’t very difficult, you’d be a hypocrite if you did otherwise, and you weren’t compromising your promise on the off chance these guys might not like your opinion. 

You handed the gun back to Dutch. 

“Just because he’s an asshole, doesn’t mean he deserves to die. Let him go.” Dutch was intrigued by your answer. He looked over to Arthur with a smirk.

“I think I like kid!” 

“Please don’t call me ‘kid.” You requested. Arthur pulled the man to his feet and threw him outside.

“Get outta here before he regrets it.” The man darted into the snow, leaving a trail behind him. 

“Grab the horse, Arthur. We gotta get something out of this.”  You were lead outside to find a horrific scene, bodies were strewn about the snowy landscape. Whoever these guys were, they were not to be trifled with. You should play this safe. 

There was a house not too far away, the snow was dense. It was more than freezing. You sent a glare to the horse Arthur led past you. You’ll pay for this, you dumb fucking horse. With your adrenaline dying down, your whole being felt frozen. 

“Normally, I wouldn’t be one for disrupting dead for anything other than money, but you’ll die out here without something warm, Mr. West.” Dutch gestured to one of the several bodies riddled through the snow. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying your best not to think about how you were robbing from dead people. It wouldn’t be the first time, but you still didn’t feel good about it. You separated from him and carefully stepped around the bodies littered in the snow. You found a man with his face in the snow, you pretty much picked him so you wouldn’t have to see his face as you stripped him of his coat. It didn’t look particularly warm initially, but anything would be better than this. The arms bent limply back as you peeled the sleeves away. Luckily upon further inspection, you were happy to learn there was a sort of wool lining inside, that would at least help insulate your own body heat. A sudden commotion broke out from inside the rustic home. A man yelling for Dutch and a woman screaming. Your instincts made you spring into action, you lept through large portions of the snow to make it to the steps faster and before you knew it you were bursting through the door. A blonde man wearing another cowboy-looking hat was chasing a woman around a table. 

“What the hell are you doing, Micah?” Arthur questioned as him and Dutch followed you in. 

“We got a feisty one over here, boys!” He hollered. Oh, you were not comfortable with this type of language.

“Stop chasing the poor woman, ya moron!” He warned with more intensity. You weren’t gonna see this go down, that’s for sure. You ran up behind the man called Micah, grabbed his collar, and used his weight to pull his back towards you, and then to the ground. His body slammed, he let out a surprised yelp, followed by a pained groan.

“Fucking sicko! Stop chasing her around, she’s scared!” 

“Get out of my house!” The woman bellowed. Admittedly, you had no idea what was going on, but you knew you could at least try and defuse the situation. You put your hands up to appear less threatening. 

“Miss, I don’t know who you are or what in God’s name is going on, but I promise I am not here to hurt you.” You spoke to her in a calm voice. Whatever was going on, it clearly had her frazzled. “I don’t have any weapons, and I don’t make it habit of hurting people who don’t need hurting. You clearly have been hurting for no reason. Can you explain to me what’s happened so that I can help you with this situation?” You took a cautious step around the table to make sure she wouldn’t dart away from you, you kept steady eye contact. 

“They…they killed my husband a few days ago! They took over my home and locked me in the basement!” She wept. Maybe these O’Driscolls were the ones to stow you in the barn, they sure seemed like the type with this new information. 

“I’m so sorry for your loss, ma’am. I can assure you that those men won’t be bothering you anytime soon. Can you-“ You heard glass shatter, looking over, you found Micah scattering to his feet, fire was spreading from the floor to the wall at an incredible rate. It was already crawling up the right-side wall before you had a chance to react. There was no way you could put that out by yourself, and the others weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to help you. You settled on running to grab some blankets from the bed across the room. The boys were leading the woman out of the house and she reluctantly followed. Micah sent you a glare as you passed him out of the house. “Oh, don’t you look at me like that, you weren’t any help!” You knew you should keep your mouth shut, but you knew you were right on this one. The group was walking toward some horses, you followed behind. 

“Micah, lead the horse back to camp.” You handed the blankets to the woman. 

“Thank you.” She seemed genuine but was also hurt by your sentiments.

“It’s no problem, ma’am.”

“Adler, Sadie Adler is my name.” She wrapped herself in the blankets.

“Well, it’s no problem, Mrs. Adler. It’s the bare minimum to what I could’ve done.” You hoped whatever camp Dutch mentioned was close by. This cold was blistering. 

“Mrs. Adler, you may ride with me, we’ll get you back to people who can help.” Dutch hopped up onto a white horse, lending a hand for Sadie to pull herself up. “Arthur, please take our new friend with you. I don’t think he’s in any shape to be riding.” Arthur nodded, heaving himself with ease onto a spotted mare? You couldn’t tell if it was a girl, but you just got that vibe. He did not give you a hand. Oh yeah, I’m a dude. A manly man. You gripped the back of the saddle and used all the arm strength you had to get onto the bare back on the horse. You hoped this ride wasn’t going to be too bumpy because you were not about to get punched because you had to grab onto this man and couldn’t tell if someone was a homophobe or not. You sure hoped these people weren’t, but you weren’t exactly in the position to be picky. 

“Pearson’s not gonna happy about this.” Arthur mentioned as the horses pushed forward.

“Mr. Pearson isn’t happy about anything except his drink. He’ll be alright.” Now seemed like a good a time as any to start asking questions. They couldn’t go anywhere away from you at the moment. 

“Not to interrupt or anything, but could someone tell me where I am, or what day it is. Could someone please tell me what the deal is?”

“We’re north of New Hanover if the maps are correct. We’re planning to head down there as soon as this winter passes. God knows how long that’s gonna take.” Dutch complained. You had never heard of New Hanover, but apparently it was winter. Maybe you really did get shot, put into a hospital maybe? Then these guys… You panicked for a second. O’Driscoll wasn’t another name for them was it? It didn’t make much sense but no one else would put this much effort into stealing you away. “As for the day, I couldn’t tell ya exactly. It’s winter in the year of our Lord 1899.” He laughed. What?

“What?”

“Ah, just bit of a joke, son. We live in dark times. We’re hurtling straight into a new century.” Wait was he joking or not joking?

“It’s 1899?” You tried to keep your voice neutral, but he seemed to pick up on your worry.

“Yes, it is, son.” He paused. “Are you alright?” You were anything but alright. These people are crazy, I’m trapped on a mountain with some insane cultists who think they’re in the 19th century, I’m fucked. “Arthur, we need to hurry, the boy’s looking pale.” 

Your head felt fuzzy, colors were blurring together. I am not stuck on a god damn mountain in 1899, I’m not, that’s physically impossible. This is all a dream, or some weird set up. You felt like you were 19 again, disconnected, afraid, losing it. You weren’t gonna go back there again, you wouldn’t! You didn’t know you had stopped breathing. You didn’t feel Arthur’s arm catching you so you wouldn’t get trampled. Everything was black. 

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