#not as it seems

[renee561]

Not as it Seems sounds interesting 🤔 what's the general idea?

So Not as it Seems is basically a queer friendly what if story i created for a Modern Sense and Sensibility.

What if [spoiler] was actually a beard for [this relationship]? But actually [these two characters] are dating, though it seems like [these two] are.

So the theme is secrets and illusions and the perception of our own delusions in a way.

The relationships are not approved by Mrs Dashwood who is set on seeing her daughters married. Except that none of them wants that, at lesst not in the way she would approve because Mrs Dashwood doesn't exactly approve of...alternate relationships.

She thinks her three daughters will fall in line with plans she has set in motion, except they each found love but with someone no mother approved.

There are beards everywhere for everyone and it is just a story I had fun with creating in my head and I have most of it plotted (I NEVER PLOT) i just have to sit down and write it.

Like none of the characters of this generation are straight, like none, despite the main characters in seemingly heterosexual relationship though there is a beard amongst them.

Wip Folder asks

#sense and sensibiliy au #my fic #not as it seems #renee talks wip

[starman-rat]

Not As It Seems: Chapter 4

Thomas, after a long day of working on projects assigned by Mr. Agrawal, let out a breath as he leaned back in his office chair. This is another routine he could get lost in too, he thinks. Typing on his keyboard, headphones on, music playing-- it’s nice. This is easy, this is okay. Monotony and something to get lost in.

Which makes the chaos of his life all the more exhausting when the peace is broken, his phone buzzing on the desk next to his mousepad. Fumbling, he threw his headphones down off of his head and picked up his phone, lifting it to his ear as he stood to walk into one of the small privacy offices. 

“Tom? It’s Sally. Nicholas-- We’re on our way to the hospital.” The panic in the nurses’ voice makes Thomas’ eye twitch and his fingertips crackle. He shoves them into his pocket, pushing his back against the wall. 

“What’s happened?” Despite the fact that he felt like he was going to throw up, Thomas managed a calm facade. 

“They think it’s a stroke, hon. Can you get off work early? It doesn’t look good.” 

Fuck. Shit. No, this can’t be happening. Three years of moving around and changing scenery and trying to make things work only to lose the thing he was so desperately trying to hang on to. This can’t happen. Anything but this. 

“I’ll--” The crack in his voice makes him flinch, another flicker at his fingertips, the fresh smell of rain fills the office as his control slips on his magic.. God, he has to keep it together. “I’ll call a taxi. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”

“Alright, lad. I’ll keep you updated, yeah?”

The phone stays in its place by his ear for the next few minutes as Thomas takes deep breaths and tries to calm his nerves. Father would be okay. Nicholas Monroe was one tough man, and he would stick around. He’d promised Thomas he’d be there. He’d be okay. “You alright, Thomas?” David poked his head into the room, knuckles rapping against the door. His posh accent made his tone soft, and it took everything in Thomas to muster a small nod. “Yeah-- I-- My father is being taken to the hospital. Is-- Can I?”

“Say no more, mate. Family comes first. Let me know if you need tomorrow too, yeah?”

“Thanks, Mr.-- Ah, sorry, David. I appreciate you.”

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David had originally wanted to confront the boy. 

After hours of researching who the real Thomas McCormick was, He had chewed the end of a pencil to hell trying to figure out how this kid-- a perfect carbon copy of a dead teen-- was currently working in the computer lab in his section. 

Apparently, Allah had other plans. 

It was now three hours later, and after puzzling over newspaper articles and police reports, David thought he had earned himself a drink. 

“Ivanka, I have had quite the day! One of the new interns is doing my head in.” David slid into his normal booth, opening his menu and looking up to see…. Not Ivanka. 

“Sorry, Mate, Ivanka called in. I thought you’d heard…” Richard, a pudgy fifty-some year old waiter who’d been working this joint since the late 80s, frowned down at him. “Something about ‘her kid?”

“Oh, shit! I’ll have to text her later. Do you know what happened?” 

“Not much. Her nanny took ‘im to the hospital and she said she couldn’t come in.”

David leaned back in the booth, brows furrowed. Crazy coincidence. David shook his head slowly, looking back up at Richard. “I’ll start with the strongest shot of whiskey you have, mate.”

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Well, the magic certainly wasn’t new, as they had previously thought. No, the magic had always been there. Like a subtle buzz of a fluorescent light, it had flown under the radar until it either got louder or stopped altogether.

And this incessant buzzing had gotten louder. 

What Aurelias had been picking up on was overexertion. Exhaustion from an elongated game of hide and seek. From what Viktor could tell with the strong smell of bergamot and the soft smell of fresh rain was that the witch he was looking for was wearing a protection spell, masking themself and hiding among the pale-blooded humans. But a scent was not enough, and this temporary exhaustion would pass when their little lion had the chance to cover themself once more. 

That meant Viktor had to act quickly. He had to play chess with a ghost, one who knew he lurked in the shadows. For such a clever little witch, he would need a clever spell and a very clever plan. 

The circle was set against the hardwood floors of the chapel-- a repurposed building in the college campus-turned-coven. Dark lambs' blood made up the circle, with two eye-shaped rings that made a smaller circle in the middle where they overlapped. In the center, a dark splotch of black paint represented the pupil of Aurelias’ eye. Where the two eyes’ corners touched the circle, a candle burned, the only light by which the disciples worked as they laid sand outside the entirety of the circle. Viktor knelt in the center of the circle, taking the knife in his hand and cutting into his palm. As the blood dripped onto the pupil, gestured for one of his attendants to bring in the last piece of the ritual; A pet of the Fae. 

Aurelias had a few pets, but Noah was favored among them. Sweet, soft-spoken and ruthlessly clever, the boy had been a very good find. He had traded his freedom in for a friend, one who had been the original target of Aurelias’ collection. He was the perfect vessel between worlds, and his skin and blood sang with earth magic so powerful it was truly as though he was meant to be a faepet. 

The ginger-headed boy was led into the center of the circle, where he was guided to kneel facing Viktor. He was blindfolded, using his hands to find Viktor’s. With one hand he touched the floorboards where the pupil was etched, and with the other he gently grazed over Viktor’s bloody palm, his fingers tingling. He gasped as his vision came into view, guided by fae magic and letting himself be possessed by Aurelias. 

A woman, Viktor. His fae whispered, the deep voice unnatural through a boy of barely twenty. You’ll find her in a pub. Milton’s. Middle-aged, dark hair and gray eyes. Noah will know the way. 

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TAGLIST!! @pigeonwhumps, @emmettnet, @serenitydusk, @winedark-whump

#this took two weeks!! im sorry! #college is hard :/ #hope you enjoy! last chapter before i go nuts hehe #thomas mccormick #david agrawal #viktor pearce #ivanka popov #not as it seems #anderson drabbles :)

[inechoingsilence]

Not as it Appears

At first, it has been a sort of humming that had reminded the witch of hives of the fat, lazy bees she’d see in the summer. Full with pollen from the wild roses and other flowers that grew in Provence, it was a sound from her girlhood, more than a century ago. Perhaps she was reliving childhood memories? No, because the sound went from occasional to constant. 

Except Sophia very quickly realized that the sound wasn’t stopping, and there was a feeling that she had to go -where, she wasn’t entirely sure. The sound was even the soundtrack to her dreams, where she dreamed in a language she never heard in her life, of a voice telling her that she was needed to protect. What she was to protect wasn’t immediately clear, but she knew she needed to leave France. 

She packed what she needed, what she could carry, and she set off on foot, following the sound as it grew louder. The humming soon clarified into a more specific sound, similar to the cries and purrs of newborn kittens. When she reached the coast, she cast a spell to see if the sound continued over the water. When she realized it did, she took a boat from Calais to Dover. 

Until now, the sound had seemed to her as if it had been one entity trying to reach out to her. As she traveled through the English countryside, the sound began to split. At first, there was one, more dominant than the rest. By the time she reached the border between England and Wales, she could tell there was a half dozen separate beings trying to communicate with her. 

As she crossed into Wales, she was able to make out individual words, except they made no sense. 

Dewch o hyd i ni. Dewch atom ni, rydyn ni eich angen chi. Mae angen i chi ein helpu ni ...

Find us. Come to us, we need you. He needs you to help us...

And when she was so tired she slept because her body forced her to, she dreamed of dragons. Unhatched, but not for much longer. And one egg held two tiny dragons. Five eggs, six dragons. And each time she dreamed of dragons, she promised them she was on her way. 

It was exactly six weeks to the day since she had started traveling that she arrived in front of a store, and the voices stopped pleading and began to greet her. Stepping inside, it looked like a sort of an apothecary or store for herbs. Since she didn’t see the proprietor, she began to walk around and examine the various items available for sale, trying to get a fix on where these eggs were. They were here, she knew that, but where exactly she had yet to determine. 

@musecaravan

#musecaravan #not as it seems #redo

[genderfluid-druid]

hurr hurr I'm a human body hurr hurr I'm gonna solve all my problems using mucus

#i have not enjoyed my bout of covid #but this part seems to be over now 🤞

[mandycantdecide]

#seems like a good deal to me #boop #boopometer #april fools day

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight #i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it. #sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd. #i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist! #something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Al: Our daughter. 😎

#he seems like he’d be a pest like that #hehehe #appleradio #radioapple #ish #Lucifer Morningstar #Alastor #Hazbin Hotel #my doodles

[rox-and-prose]

i love the french, i love the way they pronounce Rs like they're disgusted with them

#roxy writes #meanwhile the english seem to have some sort of phobia about them #perhaps this is related

[cicadaart]

I can’t get him out of my head

#I drew this on a whim #worth every second #revolution cat Alastor seemed a bit more cursed than cursed cat Alastor lmaoo #ponyo #hazbin hotel #cursed alastor cat #cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin hotel fanart #art #cicadaart

[rustandruin]

the ghost of one specific homosexual cowboy regularly possesses Tumblr gays

#bringing back these iconic posts because I can never seem to find them or be able to reblog them #cowboy #cowboys #lgbtqia #tumblr history #rust and ruin blogs #gay cowboys #cowboy au #Wild West #westerns #these are some of my favourite things

[starman-rat]

Not As It Seems - Chapter 1

Complete control of an all-consuming flame of power comes with a cost. Of course, most things do require payment, bargains, or deals. Even gods are indebted to the likes of man, their power demanding worship as a token, a deal. Dark magics were not an exception, but an example of the most powerful kind.

Viktor was well aware of this fact. Dark magics were forbidden, yes, because many fools got themselves torn up in the web of faekind, trying to control the creature instead of making mutual partnerships. But Viktor knew what it took to be powerful. To be worthy. To be significant. And he was. With years of experience, he had himself a coven of witches and mages that had sworn him loyalty for power. For significance. For a home. All the creatures who had been outcast by the ever-arrogant Covenant found themselves welcomed by one of the most feared and dangerous men in London. Hell, even most of England. He gave them access to Faekind willing to inhabit bodies and gift more powerful gifts than what came naturally, and in return they promised him loyalty. And to their new fae partners, food. Just like Viktor exampled.

You see, he had one of the most powerful kinds of magic because of how sweet his payment was to the fae in his shadow. For never ending youth, for fire magic so hot it made ashes of great buildings and difficult people, for the influence he had over his underlings, he paid in the blood of other creatures. He collected wayward, powerful things that did not quite know their place, and he lured them into his own traps, where they signed deals and made pacts that trapped them as pets to the fae. He had made himself an emperor to an empire of magic-selling and magic-goods, with a worthy harem to match the ferociously hungry beast that helped him forge his power. Greed is always one of the most deadly and unforgiving antagonists, yes, and it is what makes Viktor all the more dangerous. There is no length he will hesitate to go to hold the world in his hands.

Reader, it is important to understand all of this because it is where our story begins; A dark night full of rain in October, the sky lighting up occasionally with bursts of light from the storm bustling over London. Viktor was standing at his desk, looking over the latest shipping updates for some very potent potions he would be selling to one of the members of London's parliament in exchange for favor in the newest legislation concerning the Covenant and Witchcraft. He hadn't really noticed the persistent tingling in his fingers until the dull crackle gave way to pops and snaps, his dark eyes-- black from corruption thick and oily-- lifting slowly to a glass orb on his desk.

Something fun has come to us, Viktor, Whispered his fae, his shadow. A meal. A friend. A little lion.

"I do not understand. You have to be more clear, Aurelias."

Do you not feel it? The crackle of lightning? The bubble of energy?

"It is nothing but the storm. And London is huge, how would you be able to tell if it was a single mage?"

Because this is different. Aurelias insisted. The storm is an old friend of mine, and this is not her. This is someone new.

"Fine. I shall look into it, but don't get your hopes up. Maybe it is just a new power grid." But Viktor knew better. Something-- no, someone fun has come, indeed.

And he would find them.

TAGLIST BELLOW!! (if you want to be added, lemme know!!)

@emmettnet

#not as it seems #viktor pearce #aurelias #anderson drabbles :)

[traumatizeddfox]

“but it wasn’t that bad”

did it hurt? did you feel scared? unsafe? were you embarrassed? humiliated? terrified? did you feel confused on why? does it keep you up at night? do you avoid being in a similar situation? did you cry? did you want to cry? who told you it wasn’t that bad?

#you’re valid even if it seems not bad #don’t let anyone gaslight you into thinking it wasn’t that bad or could be worse #traumacore #actuallytraumatized #actuallymentallyill #ok to rb #trauma #actuallyabused #10k #20k

[antdays]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "four hour video essay about plagiarism" 😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd💯

me: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw brian deer say that exact sentence before

my buddy hbomberguy, pacing: james somerton is lying to us

#in the spirit of the new hbomberguy video: the original source of this meme seems to be a tweet by user @sabatonfan69 #which i found through tumblr user @thesituation #hbomberguy

[likegoldintheair]

when i say i wish people started using the reblog button more i don't mean it in a 'i want more notes' kind of way i mean it in a 'i want to read about your thoughts on this particular thing' and 'i want to have conversations in the tags' and 'i want this to feel like a community again and not like any of those boring social media platforms where artists are content creators and interactions never goes beyond a like'

#i am having thoughts and feelings again #the main reason i came back to tumblr after a decade away #was because i missed the community-like feeling #but it seems impossible to have that #no matter how hard i try

[psyduckz]

seeing reddit refugees repeatedly hit their post limits and comment their thoughts on every reblog is kind of refreshing. site migration be damned these guys know how to blog

#reddit blackout #it’s great #i love the excitement!! it seems like everyone is enjoying tumblr so far #reminds me of 2010 when people reblogged everything that hit their dashs #mine

[shayneysides]

hobie: kill yourself

pavitr: WHAT THE HELL BRO WHAT DID I DO

original format from @ha-youwish in this post!

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles morales #astv fanart #spiderman #sorry im overtagging so much i just spent way longer on this than i should've #also the post editor seems to have compressed the image to hell so i rly hope it doesn't post so fuzzy #anyways. pav is so so silly #astv #spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #again i'm sorry for overtagging this movie just has SO MANY TAGS #spiderband #spiderman across the spider verse #edited because it suddenly started getting a ton of notes and i hated that i mischaracterized pavitr in it