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Lee Jihoon
Golden, Like Daylight
Your relationship with Jihoon formed over little moments, and it changes during a little moment that doesn't stay so little.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~8.0k
Paper Rings | Lover
The Short Cut
You knew you shouldn’t have taken the shortcut. It had seemed so enticing, making it to your grandma’s house in half the time, but now you worry you won’t make it there at all, not if the menacing crunch of leaves behind you is what you think it is.
Rating: T | Word Count: ~1.0k
Be The One
It's been three years, and Jihoon can't pretend he's not in love with you anymore. He doesn't care that you’re taller than him, or that his friends all rag on him for being shorter than you. Jihoon knows he could be the one for you.
Rating: T | Word Count: ~3.0k
Over And Under
Here’s how it usually goes between the three of you - Jihoon calls the shots, you half listen, and Soonyoung happily plays along.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.4k
Already
It’s Jihoon’s birthday, and for the first time in four years, you have nothing planned.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.3k
Like A Melody
Jihoon has fucked you in his studio before, but never like this.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.9k
Interlude No. 2
There's just something about waking up to Jihoon hard against you at 3 AM.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.9k
Disconnected
It's been three weeks since Jihoon spoke to you for longer than a few minutes, since he came to bed before you were asleep, since he looked you in the eyes and told you he loved you.
You know he does, of course, but you haven’t felt any evidence of it lately.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.0k
Somewhere In The Middle
You and Jihoon started as roommates and naturally became best friends. After a breakup and a little too much wine, you become best friends who kiss, but there's no danger there... right?
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~9.7k
A New Rhythm
Yoongi has a soft spot for his protege, Jihoon, but you never thought it would extend to sharing you. Not until he tells you Jihoon is a virgin and asks if you'd like the be the one to change that.
You're not exactly opposed to the idea.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.8k | Pairing: myg x f!reader x ljh
The Hair Tie Test
Jihoon didn't mean to classically condition you to get wet every time he puts his hair up, but he can't say he minds the result.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.5k
Moving Out
Taking a trip down memory lane is easy when you're already packing your life into neat little boxes.
Rating: sfw (still 18+) | WC: ~1.7k
Kinktober Day 17 - Spectrophilia (ghost kink) with Woozi
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.6k
Jihoon + Overstimulation
Jihoon + Aftercare Headcanons
Chubby!Reader Headcanons
Soft!Woozi Headcanons
Vampire!Woozi Headcanons
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(Masterlist updated 2024/06/02)
★ You can just call me Krys.
★ I'm a woman and I go by she/her pronouns.
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★ My comfort character is Daryl Dixon.
★ My favourite seasons in The Walking Dead are seasons 2 and 6.
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★ I tend to stay up late. I'm a night owl.
★ I started watching TWD for Glenn, but I stayed for Daryl.
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You Are My Sunshine ❤️
In SICKNESS And In Health ❤️
I Found You 💔❤️
Sleepy Time ❤️
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Spot Of Tea ❤️
Feel The Rhythm In Your Soul ❤️
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Holding On To You ❤️
Just A Bad Dream 💔❤️
Two Plus Two Makes Four 💔❤️
I Never Lived For The Applause 💔❤️
Cleansing The Mind, The Soul And The Body ❤️
Just Try It ❤️
Run Away With You ❤️
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Observe ❤️🔥
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That's What Makes You Beautiful 💔❤️
Sleepy Head ❤️
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Bloodthirsty 🔥
All The Love ❤️
Punishment Enough 💔❤️
The Importance Of Secret Keeping ❤️
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Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU:
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Dyeing For The Haircut ❤️
Snitches Get Stitches ❤️💔
Third Time's Not Always The Charm ❤️
Through The Good Times And The Bad 💔❤️
Mouth To Mouth ❤️
Breathe With Me 👀💔❤️
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Selfish 💔❤️
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Beside The River ❤️
Someone To Love ❤️
The Morning After ❤️
Study Buddy ❤️
Yielding Isn't My Middle Name:
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Chapter Two... Loading.
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Because Of Her 💔❤️
ONE SHOTS:
The One That He Wants ❤️👀
Blade 2:
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-- Junu
ootin' stars break the mold It's a cool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now but wait till you get older But t
he meteor men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin The water's getting warm so you might as well swim My world's on fire How 'bout yours That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored Hey, now, you're an all-star {Shouting} Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold {Belches} Go! Go! {Record Scratching} Go. Go.Go. Hey, now, you're an all-star Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold -Think it's in there? -All right. Let's get it! -Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? -Yeah, ! I'm an orge! You know. "Grab your torch and pitchforks." Doesn't that bother you? -Nope. -Really? -Really, really. -Oh. -Man, I like you. What's you name? -Uh, Shrek. -Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-uttons. -All right then. Who's hiding them? -Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man? -The muffin man? -The muffin man. -Yes, I know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? -Well, she's married to the muffin man. -The muffin man? -The muffin man! -She's married to the muffin man. {Door opens} -My lord! We found it. -Then what are you waiting for? Bring it in. {Man grunting} {Gasping} -Oh! -Magic mirror - - -Don't tell him a
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adas And getting caught in the rain -Princess Fiona. If you're not into yoga -She's perfect. All I have to do is just find someone who can go - - -But I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night. -I'll do it. -Yes, but after sunset - - -Silence! I will make this Princess Fiona my queen, and DuLoc will finally have the perfect king! Captain, assemble your finest men. We're going to have a tournament. -But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc. I told ya I'd find it. -So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle. -Uh-huh.
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Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!
"What's up Draco?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said shyly.
But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.
次の日、私は寝室で目覚めました。雪が降ってまた雨が降ってきました。私は棺の扉を開け、持っていた瓶から血を飲みました。私の棺は黒い黒檀で、中には端に黒いレースが付いたホットピンクのベルベットがありました。私は棺から出て、パジャマとして使っていた巨大なMCR Tシャツを脱ぎました。代わりに、私は黒い革のドレスを着て、五芒星のネックレス、コンバットブーツ、そして黒い網タイツを着ました。ピアスを4つつけ、髪をボサボサお団子のような形にまとめました。
私の友人のウィロー (AN: レイヴンはあなたです!) が目を覚まし、私に笑いました。彼女は腰まで届く長い漆黒の黒髪をピンクの縞模様で翻し、森のような緑色の目を開いた。彼女はマリリン・マンソンのTシャツを着て、黒のミニパンツを着て、網タイツを履いて、とがったハイヒールのブーツを履いていた。私たちは化粧をします（黒の口紅、白のファンデーション、黒のアイライナー）。
「OMFG、昨日あなたがドラコ・マルフォイと話しているのを見ました！」彼女は興奮して言いました。
「ええ？ それで？」私は顔を赤らめながら言いました。
「ドラコは好きですか？」私たちがスリザリンの談話室を出て大広間に入るとき、彼女は尋ねました。
fun fact i got a strike on my twitch for reading this during a stream. i got to chapter 20 something and i like to think that a member of twitch staff had to suffer through it.
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Napoleon - Eddie Munson
Summary: you're back in Hawkins over winter break and you run into Eddie Munson at the grocery store.
A/N: This is actually, technically the first Eddie fic I wrote. I had it sitting in my drafts on my phone. It's not all that good so I apologize in advance.
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Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t exactly a place that embraced too many changes. It was something you’d always hated growing up but something you were beginning to find oddly endearing, especially now, standing in front of the ice cream section at the grocery store and trying to find plain strawberry without the vanilla and chocolate. The same hokey Christmas decorations were out at all the same houses, the same displays were still up in the grocery store, even the same people were parked behind the registers.
You’d paid particular attention to lane 5. If anyone or anything in Hawkins hadn’t changed since the last time you’d been home, it was Eddie Munson. You heard from Gareth, because he lived next door to you and would brain dump whatever information you asked for simply because you were paying attention to him for five seconds, that Eddie was repeating senior year. It wasn’t surprising, per say. He wasn’t stupid by any means but he also wasn’t facing a future brimming with too many possibilities. Unless of course, he made it out to New York or something and Corroded Coffin actually took off (something you were totally convinced was possible).
Abandoning the search for strawberry you walked down the aisle and over to the registers, getting in Eddie’s empty lane. He wasn’t looking up, scribbling something in a notebook next to his register and possibly talking to himself.
“What are the odds you guys have just straight up strawberry ice cream hiding somewhere in the back?” You asked, finally catching his attention.
Eddie’s head snapped up and he couldn’t stop the stupid smile on his face at the sight of you. Okay, maybe he should’ve been embarrassed, even just slightly. He knew Christmas break would mean college kids back in Hawkins, he’d already seen some of his class of ‘84 and they’d been less than kind about the fact that he was still in high school. If he wasn’t a freak already with the hair and the clothes and the music and Hellfire Club than he was whatever else they could think of for being held back from graduating. Slow, stupid, or worse. Who knew college kids cared to be so cruel.
You’d always been nice to him in high school. In any grade really. He was pretty sure he’d managed to sit next to you 185 days out of the year from kindergarten to 12th grade. Elementary school was probably the best, he could remember playing werewolves and vampires with you (and the accidental time he got detention cause the teacher saw him try to stab you with a piece of wood despite him explaining the stake through the heart necessity when killing a vampire). Middle school was alright, you were still nice to him but you had different friends. Not popular friends, just different ones. High school was more of the same.
“Eddie?”
“What?” He blinked a couple times, eyes meeting yours.
“Do you have strawberry ice cream?”
“Me, personally?” He pointed to himself and you almost laughed out loud.
“The store, does the store have strawberry or just neapolitan?”
“Just neapolitan.” Eddie replied. He’d worked over night on Tuesday when the ice cream shipment had come in, freezing his ass off for eight hours to unload and stock ice cream in mid-December. “Which is a classic.”
“Debatable.”
“Debatable? No, you can’t debate classics. Is Black Sabbath’s first album a classic? Absolutely. Is Out of the Silent Planet a classic? Of course, non-arguable. I mean, vanilla and chocolate, again, classics.”
“Okay,” you nodded slowly, drawing the word out, “I’ve clearly been away so long I forgot you were nuts.”
“You just have bad taste.” Eddie replied, matter of fact and unbothered by your teasing.
“Well that can’t be true…I like you don’t I?”
He sputtered for a second, like his brain was working on a delay, and then pushed on, ignoring the comment in case he said something that made him look stupid. (No assumptions would be made about the meaning of your words, Eddie wouldn’t risk it).
Instead, he turned the conversation back to ice cream, “how can you not like them? What could possibly be better than three ice cream flavours for the price of one?”
“Strawberry ice cream? By itself.” You replied, ignoring the miniature outburst. He grimaced almost comically, his whole face scrunching up and a deep set frown marring his features. “I’ll tell you what Eddie-“
“What Eddie?” He repeated, jumping when you reached across the conveyor belt to smack his arm.
“Since I’m forced to get the neapolitan, you can have the chocolate and vanilla.” You offered.
“You could always get a different flavor?” Eddie suggested, the immediate offer going over his head.
“I see how it is,” you left your basket full of groceries on the conveyor belt as you backed out of his lane, plans of returning to the frozen food aisle on your mind, “been gone for like four months and you don’t wanna spend time with me. Just some loser college freshman. Guess I’m not cool enough for you now.”
“That’s not, no, that’s not what I said!” Eddie practically launched himself over the bags, foot catching on the end of the register and tripping him up momentarily until he was on your side of the lane. You couldn’t help laughing then as people looked over at the two of you. “You should definitely get the neapolitan. Good choice.”
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“You know when I was younger I was convinced that it was pronounced napoleon.” You mentioned, dipping your spoon in the strawberry side of the Turkey Hill tub.
There was a fairly decent chance that Eddie would get written up (if not fired) for leaving early.
“What was pronounced napoleon?” Eddie asked, leaning back against the couch and turning his head to look at you. His hair had grown out even from the last time you saw him and you clenched your hand into a fist against your side to resist the overwhelming urge you were experiencing to run your fingers through the curling fringe covering his forehead.
“The ice cream,” you replied, dipping your spoon half into the strawberry and half into the vanilla.
“Whoa!” Eddie sat up suddenly, grabbing your wrist before you could take the bite, “what is this? Are you dipping my vanilla?”
“It’s like an 8th of the scoop! It was unavoidable.” You insisted, trying to pull your hand away, “Eddie; give me my hand, it’s gonna spill.”
Keeping eye contact with you and smiling that shit eating grin he always wore, he opened his mouth and stuck the spoon in, his lips brushing your fingers as he stole the bite of ice cream. You pulled your hand away, the spoon sliding out between his lips.
You would argue that you were incredibly exhausted from midterms and having to be at your parents house again after four months of stressful freedom but what’s your said in the grocery store was true. You liked Eddie, always had. When your friends were crushing over kids who looked like all their favourite celebrities, you were obsessing over everything Eddie Munson did as if he really was the heavy metal god he dressed like.
So it shouldn’t have come as any great surprise that as he licked his lips, brown eyes still looking right at yours, you leaned forward and kissed him. He tasted like vanilla, strawberry, and cigarettes and he kissed you back, cold rings and warm fingers pressing against your neck and jaw as he held your face in his hands.
“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed out as you pulled away, leaning into you as if he was chasing the kiss.
You opened your eyes first, watching the dazed expression on Eddie’s face change as his eyes fluttered open. He pulled his hands away, his fingers leaving sparks where they’d pressed into your skin.
“Told you I have good taste,” you joked, dipping your spoon back in the strawberry ice cream and smiling around a mouthful of the dessert as Eddie’s cheeks flushed all the way up to his ears. When he didn’t say anything after a minute, you leaned into his space again, “I haven’t rendered you speechless have I?” You asked in mock disbelief.
In all the years that you’d known Eddie, there weren’t too many times that you could remember him at a loss for words, if there were any. He took a deep breath in, holding it for a second as he shook his head, hair brushing against his shoulders, before he exhaled. “Can we do that again?”
You nod, eagerly, leaving the spoon on the coffee table and laying your hands on Eddie’s shoulders to give you better leverage to climb into his lap. He doesn’t object at all, instead he brings you closer to him, one hand behind your neck as he guides you into another kiss. This one far more insistent. You moved your hands from his shoulders to his neck, fingers brushing against his hair. When you’d gone to the grocery store for ice cream you hadn’t exactly banked on bringing Eddie Munson home with you or making out with him. But here he was, in your living room, tongue down your throat (not literally) and all you could think about was tenth grade.
“This is just like Barbie Haskins halloween party.” You mentioned when Eddie broke air. He pressed a kiss to your neck and laid his forehead on your shoulder, hands squeezing your sides affectionately. “Or it will be if you don’t call me after this.”
“How was I supposed to know you call a person after seven minutes in heaven?” He said, warm breath fanning across your collar.
“I said call me,” you almost laughed, “and then you never did.”
Eddie lifted his head to look at you, “we were both pretty drunk, I wasn’t exactly convinced that you wanted me to actually call you.” He made a decent point. You had downed at least four cups of Barbie’s famous red juice by the time she ‘begged’ everyone to play seven minutes in heaven. You weren’t even sure Eddie had been invited to the party or why he was there in the first place but you remembered clear as day, dragging him from the drinks to the middle of the living room.
“You wanna know a secret?” You asked, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear and leaning in so close that your foreheads were almost touching.
Eddie’s eyes narrowed, “what?” He asked conspiratorially, playing along as if you really had some sort of secret to tell him.
“I didn’t pick your name out of Barbie’s hat.” You confessed, remembering clear as day that it had been one of the guys on the basketball team. You’d looked at the name, grimaced, and figured no one would be any the wiser if you just, said Eddie’s name instead. Besides, he’d looked so good that night and you were so obsessed with him. Making out in a dark closet seemed like the perfect way to celebrate Halloween.
“What?” He bit down on his bottom lip, trying not to smile. He squeezed your sides again, fingers pressing into your hips.
You shrugged, “I just wanted to make out with you, kinda like we were doing now...” you kissed the left side of his jaw and then the right, “kinda like I wouldn’t mind getting back to.”
“We can get back to it. We should definitely get back to it.” He agreed.
“Definitely.”
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Happy Birthday Erica!
I hope your day is full of good food, friends, Willow and Pen snuggles and the Sims @bellemorte180!
I've been working on something for you!
like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me
Title is from Taylor Swift, obvi, and can be applied to both Bonnie and Klaus from Caroline's perspective.
Outsider pov, gold rush elements, and dark elements thrown in for you. Hope you like it!
San Francisco, 1852
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, making her glance around the dank alley. This night was truly going from bad to worse. Fog was rolling in and the heels of her boots squelched in the mud. Between one thought and the next, a downpour blinked into existence, turning the already slick mud road into a treacherous path. The witch grimaced as her dark hair came loose from her up do and hung around her face. She muttered a spell under her breath to keep herself from being soaked.
She was not looking forward to cleaning the debris from her hem, and there was an appointment on the other side of town that she could not be late for. The agreement between the species was only being held together by a thread. The wolves were getting testy and the vampires were breaking the fragile treaty more recklessly than ever. The locals could not be harmed, though with the sudden influx of migrants, hoping to become rich from gold, the line of who was and was not an acceptable meal was becoming blurred.
The Original Family was not being helpful. Her coven had been hopeful that Elijah would have a plan to rein in Klaus, but Bonnie had doubts on his capability, given past events. There was a reason that the dark-haired Original’s was known to sacrifice everything for his Machiavellian younger brother. Not to mention that Kol had recently arrived from New Orleans, and where he went, trouble and chaos followed. She didn’t know how to feel about how his eyes would trace her figure as they sat in the same coven meeting.
The coven Elders thought that vampires were abominations and aberrations in nature, but even they could not refuse the vast resources of grimoires and magical knowledge that Kol Mikaelson had amassed over his long life.
She stumbled to a stop in the middle of the alleyway, or she would have if she wasn’t trying to stop her boots from sinking further into the muck. There sitting in a perfect circle of moonlight was the lapis lazuli engagement ring that Caroline had found while panning for gold in the river last week. Her blonde friend had told her of a mysterious figure in the fog that kept watching her, waiting, in case she needed help; if she fell in and was carried downriver, unable to fight the strong current, her legs caught in the long length of her voluminous skirts.
The ring that Bonnie had watched her friend send back to Klaus; multiple times, each with a fond eye roll and a reminder that she was being courted by Mr. Donovan. Bonnie did not know who her blonde friend was trying to convince more, Klaus Mikaelson or herself. The actions and words that she spoke to and of him were more teasing than rebuking. The looks exchanged across the market square and the drawings he left for her showed that he was courting Caroline as well, even if she was not verbally acknowledging his suit.
Bonnie followed the drops of blood that littered the ground, that began at the ring, then melding into a trail, to find that they led to the massacred body of Matthew Donovan.
In truth, massacred was a…. kind word for the scene that she was currently gaping at. The Mikaelsons knew the importance of being discreet; so why was Mr. Donovan’s entrails spread across the dirty lane, his heart in a corner, and his throat torn out?
The smell of dead leaves and blood in the air intensified as a vampire whooshed in front of her. His sandy blond hair was curling in the front, and there were a few drops of blood dotting his collar. Not for the first Bonnie mused on how vampires were truly unassuming creatures, their prey didn’t know how truly in over their heads they were, right until their last moments. The Mikealson were prime examples of this.
Her heart thumped at the shock of his sudden appearance before she glared at the man in front of her.
“Why am I not surprised that this,” she gestured to the eviscerated body lying between them, “was your fault?”
“Come now Miss Bennett, I thought that with your acquaintance with Kol, you would be willing to give me the benefit of the doubt.”
She scoffed at him, “Kol and I’s relationship is none of your business. Your time would be better managed concerning yourself with Caroline's reaction to this.”
She motioned to the bloody mass of flesh.
He smirked, “I am not worried about sweet Caroline’s response; besides, she has never quite hid her blushes around me well enough. In time you will learn, that I always get what I want, little witch, and that something as minuscule as a milquetoast suitor, is not an obstacle that bores thinking of.”
Bonnie hadn’t a high opinion of Matthew Donovan but still he hadn’t deserved to die; she would have settled for sending him on a permanent mission to Europe. It was clear now, why Rebekah had been spending so much time with the human, when it was rumoured that she had a lover named Marcel back in New Orleans. It likely hadn’t taken too much of an effort from the blonde vampire to convince Donovan to cease ingesting his daily dose of vervain.
The foolish man likely hadn’t even realized that his ring was missing.
His death was inevitable, but perhaps it wouldn’t have been so gruesome if he had been faithful to Caroline.
“Perhaps Caroline will say that she needs time to process the sudden death of her beau, or more likely, she will use the mourning period as an excuse to turn me away from her door. Regardless, I have all the time in the world to wait for her; she has expressed an interest in turning.”
He glanced down at the bloody, beautiful ring. “Quite an interesting coincidence that that ring found its way to Caroline.“
In the distant Californian hills, a wolf howled. The rain was slowing, the wind stilling.
“It was a pleasure speaking with you Miss Bennett, I will see you at the meeting, we must do everything we can to protect the town, I have heard that there is a crazed murderer on the loose!”
There was a manic smile on his face as he sketched a shallow bow before walking over, placing a kiss on her knuckles, and speeding away. Bonnie shivered when she saw the remnants of Matthew’s blood on her hands.
She found it difficult to pry her heels from the mud, evidence of how long she had been standing there talking to Caroline’s terrifyingly resolute admirer.
#gold rush#klaroline#klaus mikaelson#caroline forbes#matt donovan#bonnie bennett#the vampire diaries#my work#gabby's writing
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20 Questions Writer Meme
Tagged by @unfortunatelycake, thanks girl!
How many works do you have on AO3?
28 written by me and one I'm credited as co-author but didn't really wrote.
What's your total AO3 word count?
928,907.
What fandoms do you write for?
Currently only for MDZS, but I've also written for Boueibu.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
"All men are the same"
MDZS nieyao. A comedy of errors where JGS tries to get NMJ and JGY married but it's all a misunderstanding with each one having his own version of what's going on.
"Strong roots for a pine"
MDZS nieyao. Accidental baby acquisition by MY keeping the baby he found during the war and changing his decisions and priorities.
"Brother, don't preach"
MDZS sangcheng, 3zun. Modern omegaverse with NHS getting accidentally pregnant during one of JC's visits and 3zun caring for him until JC returns from studing in another city.
"To hold your hand and let it guide me"
MDZS nieyao. Extra scene of 'All men are the same' where JGY is back in Qinghe and the dumbasses finally confess their feelings.
"When the fire plays with you"
MDZS ruoyao. After some tabloid headlines, CEO WRH convinces his temporary assistant MY to troll the entire city via a fake relationship. MY gets much more than he bargained for.
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, I do! Bc if the reader has gone out of their way to let me know that they appreciate my story, the least I can do is letting them know in turn that I appreciate their support ^^.
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Whoo, this took me down some memory lanes lol. That'd be "Say you love me like you mean it", a Boueibu akorima vampire AU where one doesn't remember their past lives as lovers.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
That's a very good question bc most my stuff has a happy, or at least a hopeful ending. I don't really think there's one that's particularly happier than the rest :P.
Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet, which I'm very grateful for.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Technically, the answer is yes, but this far it has only been in convos with very close friends and just one tame-ish scene. I do have fics that will be E tho.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I don't really write crossover.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Luckily, no. That I know of, at least.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, actually!
- "All men are the same" to Brazilian Portuguese (wattpad)
- "Strong roots for a pine" to Spanish
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I'm credited as co-author in "Going digital", a Boueibu Digimon AU, but it was @magiccatprincess doing the actual writing, I just helped plot it ^^;.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
I can't say I have an all-time fave bc my level of how much I love it changes every time I change hyperfixations. But in my current fandom I'd say nieyao, bc it was one of the first ships I fell for and it is still one I'm hella into, like a default.
What's a wip that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Ooh boy. I have lots of wips that I do intent on finishing one day, but tbh I fear that I'll get obsessed with another thing before I can get to them orz.
What are your writing strenghts?
I guess that when I am inspired and very obsessed I can write a lot in a relatively short time, and I can adapt and improvise as I go. I've made plot critical changes in the middle of a story that was already getting posted without it showing too much lol.
What are your writing weaknesses?
My aforementioned dependence on my level of obsession for a fic to get completed. If another fandom catches my eye and heart while I have unfinished fics, those are done for. My motivation for a previous fandom is pretty much non-existent when I'm neck deep into another thing, all my energy is now poured into new fandom with new fics and ideas.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Not a big fan of it and I don't really do it beyond names or expressions ('et tu', 'touché', etc.)
First fandom you wrote for?
Boueibu.
Favorite fic you've ever written?
This answer also changes depending on what fandom I'm in at the moment. But rn I'd say "Black hole sun", a MDZS alternative Guanyin temple scene with fierce corpse WRH bc I like the instrospection I do in JGY's character and choices (and also him getting to live :')))).
Tagging: @jgydidnothingwrong, @thebiscuiteternal, @wishthefish and whoever else wants to do this!
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Left Alone Part 13: Cabin
Tropes/content warnings: M for mature themes overall. Tropes/content warnings: vampire whumpee/caretaker, male whumpee/caretaker, non-binary whumpee/caretaker, morbidity or thoughts of death. There will be a lot of play with, and discussion of, the concept of consent in this series, as it applies to many topics. Mostly we're talking about consent to be bitten, but being bitten in this universe varies from "mild discomfort" through "multiple climaxes" and I don't know where the story will end up yet, so I think it's important to be clear.
In this episode: angst, fainting, exhaustion, low blood sugar.
If you would like to be added to, or removed from, the tag list of this series, please let me know!
Part 12: Drive
The Heart of Snoqualmie Lodge wasn’t busy in March, the beginning of the off-season for skiing and not quite into camping and fishing time yet, but there were cars scattered around the parking lot. The building had a taller middle section, the original building, and a pair of two-story wings sticking out to either side. Dawn was still a couple of hours off.
Arden hadn’t swerved into the rumble strip for a while, but the effort of keeping the car in the middle of the lane had plainly told. The instant they were parked, Tolly was out and around to open the driver’s-side door, so he caught Arden as they half-fell out of the driver’s seat. Their cheek thumped into his shoulder, hands grabbing at him for balance.
“Careful,” Tolly said, for the second time in as many hours.
“I don’t need help. There’s nothing wrong with me,” Arden said, pushing away from him. Black Tolly, who could smell the acrid hint of stale adrenaline and the absolute pins-and-needles torment of the bleeding inside of Arden’s lip where they’d bitten it, did not comment. He just followed Arden into the lobby to show the night clerk a smile made irresistible by the return of his full glamour, so he could make sure they got one of the cabins out back, where they could pull the Kia around and right up to the door.
Arden would not be persuaded to let him drive them around to re-park, so he tried not to break the door handle with his grip as Arden nosed the Kia shakily around to park at an awkward angle to the cabin. It was one room and a bathroom with a tiny shower, but at least it was private. There was no one occupying the ones to either side.
“That clerk was really into you,” they said, as they stumbled in hauling the two reusable shopping bags. Tolly had managed to grab his duffel and Arden’s spinner and knapsack while Arden was unlocking the cabin door.
“The Eye of Rule protects you. You see me as I am,” Tolly said, laying down Arden’s things by the bed further from the door. “There are few who can deny me otherwise.” The little window was in between them, which wasn’t ideal, but it was what they could currently get. Better to be in the easily-escapable cabin than the harder-to-invade lodge rooms. He set down the duffel and began to unroll the mummy bag, kneeling to peer under the bed. Unsurprisingly, the clearance was too low for him to fit. He debated the bathtub, but Arden might want it while he was at rest, and if it made their stress less it would be worth it. He would have to put the bag under the covers, pull the hood up, and hope for the best.
He heard Arden lock up, then put the chain across. Then there was nothing for too many seconds, so he looked up from pulling back the covers. Arden stood with their back to the door, still pale, but now their eyes were glassy and distant.
“Tolly,” they said, and then their knees buckled and they would have knocked their head into the outside wall of the bathroom if Tolly had not immediately been there. He carried them to the bed and laid them there, kneeling to cup their throat and jaw with his hand. He didn’t need that to feel their pulse. He could have counted every beat from across the room. It was light and fast.
Arden’s eyes moved behind the lids for a second, an odd, stuttering movement, and then they opened suddenly. Black Tolly found himself looking directly into two very dark eyes, bleary and confused. It was like being hit in the stomach. He had never wanted to devour someone so badly at the same time as he desperately wanted them to be safe. It made no sense. It hurt him, like being pulled apart.
He pushed that aside as they covered his hand with theirs, blinking slowly.
“You’re warm now,” they said, their words slurring together. “RIP Daniel. Hello Daniel’s blood inside Tolly.”
“You didn’t eat enough yesterday, and you haven’t slept tonight,” Tolly said. “And you’ve been under a strain. You should’ve let me drive, like I said. Wait.” He went to slide off the worn checkered shoes. Then he carried Arden up to the top of the bed to stack the two pillows behind them.
“Pants stay on,” Arden mumbled.
“Yes, yes, I know.” Tolly went to dig a bar and a Soylent out of the food bags and brought them back.
“I’m not hungry.”
“That is often the case with starving people. Eat one bite, and I will leave you alone,” Tolly said, opening the breakfast bar. He sniffed it. It smelled like compressed grain flavored with sugars that someone had waved a strawberry at sometime during manufacture, but at least it was food. He put it into Arden’s hand and lifted Arden’s hand to their mouth. They scoffed, pushing at him with the other hand, so he let go. They took a bite, making a face as they ate it, but then they took a second one. Satisfied, Tolly opened the drink, set it on the night stand, and went to take his shoes off and align them neatly with the edge of the bed. He hung up the jacket.
Then he went to check on Arden again. They sat slumped back into the pillows, crumpled wrapper curled in one hand, sound asleep. Their heart was steady. The Soylent was about a third empty. Tolly wrapped the covers over them from the side for the second time in their acquaintance to date. He was beginning to feel heavy, a sign that dawn was breaking, so he crept into the mummy bag in his clothes and hauled the covers over it as he curled onto his side. With the bag’s hood over his head, and the covers over that, he was warmer than usual. That didn’t stop him from quickly sinking into the deathlike slumber that came with the rising sun.
Part 14: His Eyes Have All The Seeming
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#whump#whumpblr#whump loss of consciousness#loss of consciousness whump#Black Tolly#Arden#Trifold Balance Universe#syncopein3d future reference#vampire#vampire angst
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The fact I use to unironically love this show hurts my brain..
Hi there! Sooo, it's 3 am at the time of me writing this and what better way to spend my time than talking about one of the must insufferable shows I've ever watched.
Has this ever happened to you? You're a young, obnoxious middle schooler, still not old enough to know the difference between good and bad media and you just started getting into anime. One day, you get introduced to a reverse harem about hot vampires and you immediately fall in love with it! But as you grow older, this show you once loved starts getting pushed into the back of your mind, until you forget about it. Now cut to present day when you're an adult and you suddenly remember this reverse harem about hot vampires. You decide to take a trip down memory lane and rewatch this show...And then you realize something...You realize that this entire show is A WALKING RED FLAG! Sound familiar?
Now I know I'm not the only one who can relate to this. I know there's many of people out there who not only had a Diabolik Lovers phase, but a reverse harem phase. As much as we don't want to admit it, we loved these shows back in middle school and maybe even high school. It wasn't until you grew out of that phase that you realized over half of the reverse harems you watched were complete garbage! And I should know! I loved Diabolik Lovers, Brothers Conflict, Dance with Devils, Uta no Prince Sama, Ouran Highschool Host Club, you name it! And why would we assume these shows were hot garbage? They had pretty animation and hot boys! I will say though, out of those five shows I mentioned, there's still two that I unironically love to this day. (Take a wild guess which ones)
It is fun looking back at these shows and wondering "How the hell did I genuinely enjoy this??" Like, can we talk about how weird and concerning Brothers Conflict was? Did none of us question the fact that they were her all her STEP BROTHERS?? Were we all just okay with it because they were hot??? The answer is yes by the way. Not only that, but the show was just incredibly cringy and boring. I don't have much to say about Dance with Devils. I didn't dislike it, but I also remember being kinda bored while watching it....Probably why I never finished it. Diabolik Lovers on the other hand is very memorable to me for ALL the wrong reasons.
It's been about over a year since I last watched the DL, so I don't wanna go too in depth with the plot or characters, however if enough people see this, I will absolutely rewatch it and write a part 2 to this post. Also I'd like to point out that I've never played any of the visual novels, this is strictly talking about the anime. There has never been a show for me like this one, where I have had such an extreme love-hate relationship towards it. Diabolik Lovers is one of the most anger inducing AND funniest anime I've ever seen. Let me make something clear real quick...Diabolik Lovers is not a comedy. Diabolik Lovers is a drama, a dark romance, it wants to be taken seriously and that is the funniest part of the entire series. I have never unironically laughed at this show because it's funny, or it has good jokes, oh no, no, no! This show can be the funniest shit to watch just by how utterly ridiculous it can be. It also makes me want to pull my hair out by how utterly ridiculous it is.
Honestly though, it doesn't even surprise me on how much I use to love this show back in the day. Not only was I in a reverse harem phase, but I also had a small vampire phase. That being said, I was a huge fan of Vampire Knight at the time...And I might've made my grandma watch it with me...(I'm so sorry, grandma) When I first found Diabolik Lovers, it was like love at first sight for me! I binged the entire first season, talked about it constantly, drew lots of fanart and started many DL role plays with my cousins. It's both hilarious and embarrassing that I actually took the plot seriously. Overall, I think the reason I loved it so much was just because hot vampires and pretty animation (as shallow as that is), but I genuinely was invested in the story and what would happen next. I do gotta give credit where credit is due, to this day I still think the anime looks gorgeous. The artsyle in this show is honestly so good, I especially love how the character's eyes look. And you can't tell me the intro is a banger! As bad as the show is, I can't deny that listening to that intro gets me hyped up!!
Well, it's now 4 in the morning and my brain is beginning to shut down. Like I mentioned earlier, if I were to rewatched season 1, I would love to go more into detail and rant about certain episodes and characters. I could honestly ramble about this show for hours, but I'd like to try and lay down before the sun comes up.
What's your guilty pleasure show?
#diabolik lovers#reverse harem#guilty pleasure#ayato sakamaki#laito sakamaki#kanato sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#subaru sakamaki#rant#hate watching#anime#brothers conflict#vampire
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Untitled Bloodbag Story: Who Knows
Sequel to Blood Pong Part Two
Warnings: Vampires, death.
Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries
When he woke, everyone was everywhere. Jonah and Haze were both passed out, half strewn about on the couch beside him, no doubt high as fuck, and the two bloodbags were on the floor, eyes open and dead, not a drop of blood on them. No doubt they were drunk dry, a fate the boy worried was in store for him someday soon.
He looked around, vampires were everywhere, hanging from the curtains and the chandelier, all sleeping, partied out no doubt. The music was still going. The boy looked down at his hands, and for a moment he couldn’t believe his eyes. His hands. They weren’t bound. Normally whenever they were done with him they would chain him up somewhere until the next night, but this time, this time he was free.
Carefully, the boy stood, his body still alight with fire at every step, and tired and weak from the blood he’d lost. He crept past the two sleeping vampires on the couch, and made his way to the door, stepping over the two bodies of the discarded bloodbags. The two other bloodbags had started the night off without a mark on them, having just been nabbed from one of the clubs, but Jonah and Haze went too hard, or just didn’t care, and now had two bodies to dispose of, which was nothing unusual for them. It was a miracle that the boy had survived this long with them.
The boy slowly made his way to the door, stepping over passed out vampires. As he walked, the old wooden floor creaked, and he froze, turning back to look at Jonah and Haze. Haze shifted, but his eyes stayed closed, so he continued the trek across the floor.
When he finally reached the door, he was relieved that one of the vampires left it open a crack, meaning it wouldn’t make as much noise. He pushed it open and took one last look back at Jonah and Haze sleeping on the couch, and, feeling himself, stuck his arm out and gave them the finger, hoping that he’d never see either of them again.
With that, he turned and escaped into the night.
It was a cold, brisk, cloudless night. The stars shining bright, the moon nowhere in sight. The boy looked around, having not seen the outside world in what felt like forever, but in actuality it was only three weeks. He’d been counting the days, keeping track since he got here, knowing that he might never escape, but hoping to everything he believed in that he would.
Now, he just had to get as far away as possible before they discovered he was gone, and hope some traveller in the night might let him hitchhike.
The boy walked down the steps slowly. He knew he needed to be fast, but he was dizzy and his body hurt, not to mention the fire that shot up his legs with every step like they were numb.
He winced as soon as he stepped barefoot on the gravel driveway, and ran to the side so he could walk in the grass instead. He slowly walked down the long drive, the dew on the grass making his feet wet and cold very quickly.
When he got to the end of the drive he came to a dirt road, well packed and dark in the night. He looked both ways down the road, and tried to remember what direction the nearest town was, but so much had happened in only a few weeks that his mind was filled to the brim with unrelated information.
He sighed and guessed, turning to the right and starting his way down the road, walking on the left side so he could see any cars coming at him. He started by walking in the middle of the lane, then changed his mind when he stepped on a rock and almost fell over, deciding instead to walk in the grass by the side of the road.
Looking down into the ditch, the boy looked to the dark water reflecting the night sky, and then looked up at the stars as he walked, admiring their beauty that he’d missed out on for so long. A view he could never see from the city.
Pausing, the boy stopped and listened, he heard something. A car. He looked both ways down the dirt road and waited until he spotted lights coming down the road towards him. He stepped out onto the side of the road and stuck his thumb out, hoping and praying that the vehicle would stop. But the worn old truck just kept on driving, swerving to avoid the boy in the road.
“Fuck! You have to be fucking kidding me!” The boy swore, cursing the truck for not stopping.
Who knows if there would even be anyone else down this back road this late at night. Who knows if the vampires would find him before the sun came up, sending out a search party to try and find him with vampires that would drink him dry.
Chills ran up his spine, who knows what they would do to him once they got him back, what tortures they would put him through before finally killing him. The boy paused, looking back down the road towards the drive that led to the vampire mansion.
He thought for a moment, surely the vampires would wake up before the end of the night, and send out a search party in the night to find him. And they would find him, on the side of this dirt road, shivering and cold, sick by that point, and they’d take him back, throw him in the back of their vehicle. They’d take him back, and subject him to the worst horrors before finally killing him. Or maybe they’d keep him alive just so they could torture him more, who knows.
Who knows.
With that the boy turned back towards the vampire mansion, and started walking at a brisk pace, hoping he’d make it back in time before the vampires woke up.
#whump#whump writing#writing#vampire whumper#vampire whumpers#multiple whumpers#bloodbag whumpee#tidal writes#tidalwhump writes
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It's time for the post no one asked for:
Finella's Keepsake Box: Final Version
I mentioned previously I've started making a Keepsake Box at camp for each of my characters, which is just a collection of random stuff that I think the character would want to hang onto, as a character building exercise!
Finella is my first Durge. My pet name for her is First Degree Murder Barbie. Pictured here with her two boyfriends and her bestie.
Her whole deal is that she's a bubbly girly-girl, and also a necromancer and homicidal maniac. But she tries to be good, y'know? In spite of everything. Because she woke up one day with a brain full of tadpole and a heart full of love.
Below the cut is a description of everything in her keepsake box.
Cazador Szarr's corpse. So she can fondly remember that her boyfriend is safe now and his abuser is dead. And if he is having bad memories, she can remind him of that too by pulling the corpse out.
A bag of hands, lifted off a pretender to her father's cult.
A summoning bell lifted off of rival necromancer Balthazar. Chump.
An assortment of surgical tools collected from the House of Healing, in case she wants to use them for murders: an Artificial Leech, a Bonesaw, a Syringe, and a Trepan.
In the middle of those tools is a Murderous Cut dagger carried by a Bhaalist cultist. Kept for remembering where she came from.
Her bloodkin Orin's Carapace Armor, to fondly remember her defeat. She'd have kept her bones themselves if she could.
The "Magic" Ring she got from Mattis, because she's fond of that kid.
An amethyst ring and an onyx ring. Two of her favorite crystals. She loves pretty things, like a magpie.
Orin's Ring of Murderous Opportunity. Another lovely keepsake from her death.
Ffion's wedding ring, kept to remember a murder Finella solved, rather than committed.
An Amulet of Bhaal, to remember where she came from.
An assortment of collars from other people's dead pets! She finds the associated feeling of grief cathartic.
A necklace of silver and sapphire, traditional mourning wear in Baldur's Gate.
The treasured lute of Alfira, who she did not mean to or want to kill. She keeps it to carry her memory.
An assortment of some of Finella's favorite books. As a wizard she is of course a big reader. Titles are as follows: The Book of Final Breath; Death & Divinity: A Godly Guide; Diseases of the Blood; Disorders of the Nerves & Mind: A Treatise; Harvest of Memory; Her Love For It Was Like A Plum; Necromantic Codexes, Their Enigmas; On Death & Resurrection; Queen of Ravens (note: Finella finds the Raven Queen fascinating as a potential alternative to her father); Schools of Magic: Necromancy; The Amiable Art of Necromancy; The Curse of the Vampyr; The Ecstasy of Murder; The Enigmatic Art of Hemomancy; The House on Drench Lane and Other Stories; The Tharchiate Codex (note: she carries The Necromancy of Thay on her person at all times); Vampiric Duality
A portrait entitled "The Ghost Whisperer."
A lovely piece of amethyst, one of her favorite crystals.
A bizarre coral structure she swiped from the Illithid colony because she finds the fractals fascinating.
A bear claw, to remind her of Halsin.
A black oleander, one of her favorite flowers.
A bowl that contains a dissected frog. She loves anatomy, she thought it was cool.
A bloodstone, another crystal she loves.
A blushcap mushroom. She finds that particularly colorful mushrooms are just as lovely as flowers.
From her collection of anatomical & scientific curiosities: a tibia, bottled blooms, bottled eye, bottled solvent, bottled tentacles, a human brain.
A bundle of her favorite incense (clove!)
One of her favorite paintings, "Butterfly on Skull." I think it describes her well.
A few shells from a cult of Kuo-toa who worship her. She rather likes that.
Her absolute favorite flower, a corpse rose.
A couple unidentified crystals she found that she thought were pretty.
A crystal ball! No wizard is complete without one.
The crushed body of a pixie. She finds it fascinating.
A divine bone shard. As well as being an anatomical curiosity, it reminds her that even gods can fall. And so too, someday, may her father.
Mol's Eyepatch. She likes that kid. Also she was worried she was dead for a bit there.
A jingle bell gifted by a pixie she freed. Not the dead one she keeps in the box, mind.
This skull isn't technically hers. It belongs to her familiar, Shovel. Shovel calls it "Friend."
A deceased child's teddy, collected from the House of Healing. This one is called Fuzzy. It radiates grief.
A glowcap mushroom. She finds its bioluminescence quite beautiful.
The Hand of Enver Gortash. Once, when she was someone else, someone worse, Gortash said that he would give her his hand in marriage so that they could rule the world together. She decided to take him up on that for old time's sake. In a way. It's funny to her.
A harpy feather. She thinks it makes a particularly lovely quill.
Another painting she loves. This one is just called "Harrowing Painting." Stolen from the Szarr estate.
A human heart for the anatomy collection.
Another shell from the Kuo-toa.
A bundle of intestines for the anatomy collection.
Rival necromancer Mystic Cambion's preserved brain & liver, kept as trophies.
A lolth's candle, Finella's favorite gemstone.
Another teddy found at the House of Healing and absolutely saturated with woe. This one is called Lukasz.
Mayrina's Locket. It carries with it Mayrina's grief for her lost love, but more than that... it reminds Finella of her friendship.
A mephit heart, another curiosity.
The ashes of Balthazar's Mother, which Finella has kept out of spite.
A music box that plays a beautiful tune that Finella finds soothing.
An onyx and a sapphire for the crystal collection.
A brooch that once belonged to Isobel, to remind her of her friend, and the strength it took to spare her.
A severed head she found in a giant birds' nest. She just thinks it's neat.
A shadowroot sac for the mushroom collection.
A skull for the anatomy collection. She thinks this one might be halfling in origin.
Another painting she loves, called "Sororal Dance," which has a beautiful and grim message about the relationship between the living and the dead.
A spider's leg for her curiosity collection.
A starfish from the Kuo-toa.
This teddy isn't grim or anything she's just fond of it, she thinks it's cute.
Same for the owlbear plush, although she did find this one abandoned in the Shadowlands.
A surgery kit. For murders!
Another painting stolen from Szarr manor, "Tableau of Ibex and Rose."
A cute little toad teapot from Auntie Ethel's Cottage.
A toy chest. It was a decoy for a treasure chest but she thinks it's cute so she kept it.
Weavemoss isn't technically a flower but she loves its purple color.
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54 - Getting What They Deserve
Part 55
Gemini Runaway
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“Raelyn, I can’t do this!” Hayley gasped with me holding her hand while she giving birth to her baby.
Brushing hair behind her face Jacob came in with Klaus standing outside with the girls on the porch in the bayou. “Yes you can. I got through it and so will you.”
“Hayley, you are strong and we will get through this together.” He reassured her, squeezing her other hand in his.
Hayley started pushing through the pain with the older werewolf grandmother who was helping her through the pregnancy. She screamed at the top of her lungs until we heard a baby’s cry through the cabin. “Congrats Hayley. You and Jacob have a baby girl.”
She smiled, laying her head on Jaocb’s chest struggling to stay awake. “Can I hold her?”
The grandmother nodded, placing her in her arms where she cried softly through some tears. She sat up a little while holding the baby in her lap. Klaus peaked his head inside with the three girls standing in between his legs. “So when’s the wedding, Mate?”
“Uh we haven’t talked about that.” Jacob stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
Hayley kissed the baby’s forehead mumbling under her breath. “Andrea….Andrea Eliza Lane.” The baby had her eyes but you could see my brother's hair color.
Walking over to Nik I intertwined his hand where he leans against mine. He stared down at me then moved his gaze over to the new infant. “Your mother would like that she used her name.”
“Yeah she would…Hayley just so you know. Klaus and I will always protect you and the baby. Because I will never abandon my brother ever.” I sniffed through tears where I wiped away tears with my sleeve.
Hayley and Jacob both looked up at me smiling with the young infant giggling throwing her hands up in the air. “Thank you, Raelyn.”
Thunder roared in my vampire ears where Klaus and our clothes were almost soaked from the pouring rain. “We have to make them suffer, Klaus.” Stomping around in front of him and Dahlia. Once we had removed the dagger we headed straight for her since he slightly agreed that she could help me teach the girls.
“And we will, Raelyn.” He responded by taking my hands into his where I tilted my head to the side.
Opening my mouth I felt my fangs breaking through my gums. The burning sensation ran through the back of my neck. “Awe…I need blood Nik. But I can’t have blood from the vein again. I…can’t control myself.”
Dahlia entered the room with the three of us standing in the middle of an empty alleyway. “I assumed you would be hungry. You both will need your strength for what comes next.” She turned her head revealing a large crowd of people clearly compelled.
“I've never been daggered. Never knew it was such an agonizing experience. It does help explain why my siblings loathe me.” He told her looking in my direction seeing that our link now caused us more harm than good. If he could be daggered then so could I.
“I….I will go ripper on them.” I shuttered moving behind Nik gripping his arm feeling the pain getting worse where I wanted to feed.
He reached down, clasping my hand in his nuzzling his nose against mine. “Easy Raelyn. Let go for once. I’ll pull you back if you can’t handle it.”
Sucking in a breath my fangs truly came out where I vamped forward shoving my fangs into the blonde girl drinking her almost dry. Then I went between two guys ripping through their necks until they were dead. Klaus followed after me where you could hear all the heartbeats and when they stopped. Finally we vamped up to one another.
He had blood on his mouth too where he reached up, taking some off of me moving his other hand to my neck. I watched his eyes flash gold nuzzling his nose into my neck whispering. "I want to know what your blood tastes like, Little siphon."
"What's stopping you?" I teased moving my hair so he could bite me.
"Because my wolf side could kill you." He mumbled lifting his head up, locking eyes with me ignoring the evil witch behind us.
Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him twisting my fingers into his hair hearing him moan into the kiss. "Your blood is the cure, Klaus. I'll take from you and you take from me."
"Blood sharing is...intimate...personal love." He breathed out like I would back down.
"Nothing as intimate as giving you my virginity, Nik. Unless you're waiting until we can have victory sex after we get revenge on Elijah and the others." I smirked before he hooked my legs around my waist, vamping me against the wall kissing me hungrily.
Everything felt right, his hands and lips on mine. Blood mixing together where he started kissing my neck slowly then smashing his lips onto mine briefly sitting me back on the ground resting his forehead against mine. "As much as I want to, my darling wife. I wish for this be when we're alone."
"Fair enough, my husband. Now as for you. What exactly is the plan?" Moving around my husband I put my hands on my hips.
"We struck a bargain for the benefit of your children so that they would be delivered to me safely and be content by the presence of her father and mother. Make no mistake, I will take her with or without you." Dahlia snapped sternly.
Klaus came up with a smug look. "Let me be clear about one thing, witch. You need me. I know my siblings better than anyone, their strengths, their weaknesses. They are a powerful and determined lot, perhaps capable of evading you for the short year that you have until your slumber begins You may well loose everything, but I know how to vanquish those who stand against us, and that is exactly what I intend to do."
Dahlia shook her head. "The storm has served its purpose. Now enough delays. I will take what is owed to me, and if the mother resists or attempts to run, I will kill her myself."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that….Raelyn may have something planned for Hayley that's far worse than death." Klaus draped his arm over my shoulder leading the two of us out of the room and back to the compound.
I was coming downstairs by the time Klaus had fought with Elijah and he was laying on the floor about to pass out. Walking up to him I handed my blood bag to my husband raising my hands. "Raelyn, I'm sorry. This isn't what you and my brother are supposed to do."
"It's not your choice to decide what is best for us, Elijah." Twisting one of my hands I dragged him magically up to me holding his chin in one hand. "Dic mihi hva du vet. Invidium cala mactus…You came after my daughters!"
Elijah gasped seeing the same haunting dreams that Dahlia had put inside my head but I added some more where he accidentally killed them right in front of his eyes before I magically bind him to the wall walking over to my husband. "No….Raelyn please…I wouldn't kill him. I…Hope - Alina - Missy!"
"So what choice of torment do you wish to inflict on Hayley?" He asked me handing me my blood bag back.
Tearing a hole in it we turned our heads hearing a familiar heartbeat enter with the voice of Cami. "Klaus, Raelyn!"
"You shouldn't have come here, Camille." He warned her leaving my side.
She walked forward seeming afraid but she didn't run. "I came here because you need me. You need me to tell you that this... this is not you, and I know you are hurt, but please listen to me. You are better than this."
Dahlia entered the room coming back from working on the spell that I had in mind for the wolves. "Is there a problem?"
"Not at all. Just another victim." Klaus responded back slowly getting closer to her where I could see his fangs coming out.
"Klaus no…please she's my friend." I begged him about to rush forward and stop him but I froze in my spot.
Cami snapped her gaze at me with her heart beating quicker inside her chest then before. "No. Klaus, I know you won't hurt me. I have known that from the second we met. I trust you."
"Then you are already lost." He placed a hand on her cheek before he sank his fangs into her neck dropping her body onto the ground where I yanked my head the other direction.
Clutching the blood bag in my fingers I vamped off to the bayou in search of my brother when it was night out. The moon was full in the night sky but no wolves were forced to turn here anymore. "Jacob! Jacob - J!" Covering my hands over my mouth I holler his name searching around.
Entering the cabin they had I found him lying with a hand to his head confused. “Rae, what's happening?”
“You’re girlfriend took my daughters from me. I thought you knew about it.” Knitting my brows together I wasn’t sure why she wouldn’t tell him.
He began to get to his feet heading for the door. “Let’s go find her. I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding.”
Turning my head I watched little Andrea sleeping in her crib making me regret what I was about to do to her family. Yet it has to be done. “Sorry J, but I can’t let you get hurt….exspello.”
He ran forward smacking into a boundary spell when I vamped past him. “Uh! Rae, Raelyn no!”
“Like I said before, you will understand why I am doing this to protect you.” I slumped my shoulders seeing he was trying to siphon the spell but his hand burned the second he touched it when I vamped away leaving him. “I put a drop of my blood in the doorway. It will wear off when the sun rises tomorrow. And we both know I am the stronger twin.”
I found that Klaus had gotten there after me and he was fighting off most of the wolves like they were not hybrids like he was. He knocked one on the ground shaking his head at him where I believe his name was Jackson. “Ah. You have gotten stronger. I reckon you've gone from field mouse to lapdog.”
“Come on then.” Jackon, the werewolf with black curly hair waved his hand forward in a challenge. Hayley suddenly appeared where her and Nik began fighting until he managed to throw her onto the ground.
Dahlia moved out into the open. “Enough.”
“Why is she with you, Klaus?” Hayley asks him.
Dahlia offered me her hand where we both raised our hands up towards the crescent wolves. “Unlike some, he's doing what is best for his daughters.”
“I'm gonna skin you alive! Aah!” Her bones begin cracking. “What are you doing to us?”
Klaus bent down on his knees while the rest of the wolves began to turn into wolves by force even though they were hybrids. “Oh, this? No. This was mine and Raelyn’s idea, stealing from Marcel the Crescent curse he once used on your pack. Dahlia was all too happy to make the necessary adjustments to accommodate your hybrid nature. Now you will be trapped in wolf form, save for the full moon, leaving you very little time to cause any further mischief.”
Hayley cried with her back and knees breaking. “Aah!….Raelyn how could you do this to Jacob.”
“And because of my blood turning you and your pack there’s a sire bond. Meaning that you have no choice but to do what I say…, now they will share your fate, little wolf.” I removed my hand from Dahlia’s still being able to channel her magic for the spell.
She grunted when I grabbed her chin in my other hand. “Jacob will hate you…..Andrea…my daughter needs her mother!”
“You didn’t tell my brother about what you were doing. But I forgot to mention that there was a catch. You won’t turn into a wolf since my brother would hate me. Instead you will feel the pain your pack suffers during their time until the next full moon. And I’m the only one who can undo its curse.” Rising to my feet I stand beside Klaus watching the others turn without any control.
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It’s October! The month in which I watch even more horror movies than usual. Each year I tend to have a theme to help narrow down what to watch. So far I’ve done Zombie Films, Werewolf Films, Vampire Films, Slasher Films and Ghost Films. This year’s theme will be Cosmic/Eldritch Horror (or as most know it as Lovecraftian Horror.
This list isn’t going to contain every film in the world that is base on H.P. Lovecraft's works, have elements of it or is inspired by it. These are just the ones that I liked the most (that doesn't necessary mean they're all good though) and would recommend to others if they’re interested in this subgenre. So, in no particular order check out these films...
In the Mouth of Madness (1994) -- is an American supernatural horror film directed and scored by John Carpenter and written by Michael De Luca. It stars Sam Neill, Julie Carmen, Jürgen Prochnow, David Warner and Charlton Heston.
When horror novelist Sutter Cane goes missing, freelance insurance investigator John Trent scrutinizes the claim made by his publisher, Jackson Harglow. He's to retrieve a yet-to-be-released manuscript and ascertain the writer's whereabouts. Accompanied by the novelist's editor, Linda Styles, and disturbed by nightmares from reading Cane's other novels, Trent makes an eerie nighttime trek to a supernatural town in New Hampshire.
In the Mouth of Madness pays tribute to the works of author H. P. Lovecraft in its exploration of insanity, and its title is derived from the Lovecraft novella At the Mountains of Madness.
Color Out of Space (2019) -- is an American science fiction Lovecraftian horror film directed and co-written by Richard Stanley, based on the short story "The Colour Out of Space" by H. P. Lovecraft. It stars Nicolas Cage, Joely Richardson, Elliot Knight, Madeleine Arthur, Brendan Meyer, Q'orianka Kilcher and Tommy Chong.
The Gardner family moves to a remote farmstead in rural New England to escape the hustle of the 21st century. They are busy adapting to their new life when a meteorite crashes into their front yard, melts into the earth, and infects both the land and the properties of space-time with a strange, otherworldly colour.
The Void (2016) -- is an Canadian Lovecraftian horror film written and directed by Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie, and produced by Jonathan Bronfman and Casey Walker. It stars Aaron Poole, Kenneth Welsh, Daniel Fathers, Kathleen Munroe, and Ellen Wong.
In the middle of a routine patrol, officer Daniel Carter happens upon a blood-soaked figure limping down a deserted stretch of road. He rushes the young man to a nearby rural hospital staffed by a skeleton crew, only to become trapped by a gathering of hooded cultists, and grotesque creatures.
The Lighthouse (2019) -- is an American film directed and produced by Robert Eggers, from a screenplay he wrote with his brother Max Eggers. It stars Willem Dafoe and Robert Pattinson as nineteenth-century lighthouse keepers in turmoil after being marooned at a remote New England outpost by a wild storm.
Cold Skin (2017) -- is an French-Spanish science fiction-horror film directed by Xavier Gens and based on the 2002 novel of the same name by Albert Sánchez Piñol.
On the edge of the Antarctic Circle, a ship approaches a desolate island, far from all shipping lanes. On board is a young man who is on his way to assume the post of weather observer and live in solitude at the end of the earth. He finds no trace of the man he has been sent to replace, just a deranged castaway who has witnessed a horror he refuses to name. For the next twelve months, his entire world will consist of a deserted cabin, trees, rocks, silence and the surrounding sea.
Note: I wasn't gonna include this but after watching The Lighthouse I figured why not. It certainly fits with the theme.
Underwater (2020) -- is an American science fiction action horror film directed by William Eubank. The film stars Kristen Stewart, Vincent Cassel, Jessica Henwick, John Gallagher Jr., Mamoudou Athie, and T.J. Miller.
After an earthquake destroys their underwater station, six researchers must navigate two miles along the dangerous, unknown depths of the ocean floor to make it to safety in a race against time.
Offseason (2021) - is an American supernatural horror film written and directed by Mickey Keating. It stars Jocelin Donahue, Joe Swanberg, Richard Brake, and Melora Walters.
Upon receiving a mysterious letter that her mother's grave has been vandalized, Marie quickly returns to the isolated offshore island where she's buried. Just as she arrives, the island closes for the season as the bridges get raised until springtime. Left stranded, Marie soon realizes that something is not quite right as she has one strange interaction after another. She must now unveil the mystery behind her mother's troubled past to make it out alive.
Annihilation (2018) -- is an science fiction psychological horror film written and directed by Alex Garland, based on the 2014 novel of the same name by Jeff VanderMeer. It stars Natalie Portman, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Gina Rodriguez, Tessa Thompson, Tuva Novotny, and Oscar Isaac.
The story follows a group of explorers who enter "The Shimmer", a mysterious quarantined zone of mutating plants and animals caused by an alien presence.
Lena, a biologist and former soldier, joins a mission to uncover what happened to her husband inside Area X -- a mysterious quarantined zone that is expanding across the American coastline. Once inside, the expedition discovers a world of mutated landscapes and creatures, as dangerous as it is beautiful, that threatens both their lives and their sanity.
Event Horizon (1997) -- is an science fiction horror film directed by Paul W. S. Anderson and written by Philip Eisner. It stars Laurence Fishburne, Sam Neill, Kathleen Quinlan and Joely Richardson.
Set in 2047, it follows a crew of astronauts sent on a rescue mission after a missing spaceship, the Event Horizon, spontaneously appears in orbit around Neptune, only to discover that a sinister force has come back with it.
The Mist (2007) -- (also known as Stephen King's The Mist) is an American science-fiction horror film based on the 1980 novella The Mist by Stephen King. The film was written and directed by Frank Darabont. The film features an ensemble cast, including Thomas Jane, Marcia Gay Harden, Nathan Gamble, Andre Braugher, Sam Witwer, Toby Jones, Frances Sternhagen, Buck Taylor, Robert Treveiler, William Sadler, Alexa Davalos, David Jensen, Chris Owen, Andy Stahl, and future The Walking Dead stars Jeffrey DeMunn, Laurie Holden, Melissa McBride, and Juan Gabriel Pareja.
After a violent storm, a dense cloud of mist envelops a small Maine town, trapping artist David Drayton and his five-year-old son in a local grocery store with other people. They soon discover that the mist conceals deadly horrors that threaten their lives, and worse, their sanity.
The Cellar (2022) -- is an supernatural horror film written and directed by Brendan Muldowney. It's an international co-production between Ireland and Belgium. It also starsElisha Cuthbert and Eoin Macken.
It follows a family whose daughter mysteriously vanishes in the cellar of the large estate they have just moved into.
Glorious (2022) -- is an American comedy horror film directed by Rebekah McKendry, and starring Ryan Kwanten and J. K. Simmons.
The film involves a heartbroken man who encounters a strange, all-knowing entity in a rest stop bathroom stall.
Bonus:
These are either based on Lovecraft's works, have Lovecraftian influence and references or gives off strong feels like one (even unintentionally).
Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities (2022)
The Rig (2023)
Stranger Things - Season 2
True Detective - Season 1
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For the ~Halloween Season~ Here's some Quantum Leap horror/angst/supernatural prompts for you because "Blood Moon" has inspired me:
1) Sam Leaps in, only to discover he's been buried alive, and now has to escape or find some way to draw attention for people to rescue him before hlits too late
2) Sam Leaps in moments before he gets shot/stabbed/some other major wound which he's now gotta try to deal with using MagGyvered first aid supplies and his swiss cheesed medical memories while evading his attacker in a forest in the middle of no where (Shia Labeouf)
3) Sam Leaps in as his plane is going down in the middle of the Atlantic, and has to find a way to survive when he's washed up on an island-- a way to survive that.........doesn't involve eating toothpaste like an idiot who did zero research before writing that episode because Sam is a doctor and would know better :/
(Also known as: how to avoid heat stroke, sun poisoning, dehydration, etc while stranded in the middle of the ocean, aka Sam Beckett actually communicates real, applicable ways to increase your chances of survival in an emergency situation instead of giving himself fluoride toxicity and an upset stomach)
4) Sam Leaps in to discover he's in the driver's seat of a car.... Which is currently upside down with a shattered windshield in the lane for oncoming traffic. Oh, and did I mention he's got a head wound?
5) Sam Leaps in as he's being tossed in a river to sleep with the fishes, while wearing his brand spankin' new concrete shoes! C'mon, all he did was interrupt a wedding, apparently!
6) Sam Leaps into a lab animal... Can he stop the zombie apocalypse from starting?
7) Sam Leaps into a shapeshifter, and has to try to keep his disguised appearance (and emotions) under control while surrounded on all sides by enemies who think he is one of them...
8) Sam Leaps in as a vampire.... Stuck in town, in broad daylight, on the longest day of the year ! Can he avoid the sun (and spaghetti and garlic bread day at the cafeteria) while preventing a business tycoon from buying out the neighborhood to build a mini mall?
9) Sam Leaps into.... A ghost! Can he solve his own murder and prevent the next one while being even more unheard and unseeable than Al, using only the most basic poltergeist abilities at his disposal? Because not even Al can see or hear him!
(Good candidate for an Al-centric mystery fic as he's searching for Sam and being terrorized by ghosts! "Shut up, Gooshie, ghosts are *totally* real!")
10) Sam Leaps into a random guy in suburbia and tries to go about his day as he thinks it would go normally, only to receive a frantic phone call, demanding to know where he is and why he's not locked up at the cabin already with the others, right as the full moon begins to rise...
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Grammy Live Performances Reviewed
Dua Lipa: it was fine, but I don't remember much of it. Didn't help that I don't think I know these songs at all.
Luke Combs & Tracy Chapman doing Fast Car: Dunno why this was second, eyes were pissing tears immediately. This is one of better ideas for a Grammy Performances. You have all these artists under one roof, make 'em work together! Anyway, it was good.
SZA: SZA was good and the choreography was solid. I don't know much SZA though, but it sounded nice enough.
Billie Eilish: (sharp inhale into the mic) why (sharp inhale into the mic) did (sharp inhale into the mic) billie (sharp inhale into the mic) eilish (sharp inhale into the mic) sing (sharp inhale into the mic) like (sharp inhale into the mic) this? Seriously sounded like she ran a 5k before singing. Also I didn't like the song.
Miley Cyrus: Miley did Flowers, a song I think is whatever, but her performance was fine enough. Except she kept making incredibly cringe adlibs. Like when she admonished the crowd "don't act like y'all don't know this song." That became a running gag for us. Not great but I laughed a lot.
Olivia Rodrigo: If you buy the Olivia Rodrigo/Taylor Swift feud rumors, you'd half to imagine that she was quietly seething all night. She performed Vampire, a song allegedly about Taylor Swift, right before Taylor won an award they were both nominated for and announced a new album. Olivia proceeded not to win anything. Anyhow, her performance was fine, but the song is not my thing. She didn't overunder sing it like Billie or do stupid crowd engagement like Miley at least.
U2: U2 did a new U2 song. I don't super care, but always good to see them still remaining defiantly in their own lane. But really this was less about the music and more a glorified ad for Las Vegas' Sphere. I think I would throw up if I saw a show in that thing. Maybe that's the point. Dead & Co have a residency in there and I'm wondering how that'll be. It seems like a venue built for artist with sick ass laser light shows. Not meandering psyched tinge bluegrass jams. I just don't get Vegas I guess. Last time I was there for a layover that took forever and some dude attempted to shoot his family in the parking lot of the airport. Bad vibes man. Oh I was talking about U2?
Stevie Wonder, Annie Lennox, Wendy & Lisa, Jon Batiste, Ann Nesby, Cory Henry, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, and Fantasy: Woo! Yeah this was the immemorial segment, and really it was a series of consecutive performances. Notably, Stevie Wonder dueted with Tony Bennett's ghost. Annie Lennox did Nothing Compares 2 U and called for a ceasefire, and it climaxed in Fantasia's big Proud Mary romp. Also for some reason in the middle we got a 20 second clip of Jimmy Buffet. No other deceased performer got a standalone sound bite so it was weird. All in all it was pretty good, though ran sacharine as you can expect these in memorium segments to.
Joni Mitchell, Brandi Carlisle, others: Joni's still got it! She did Both Sides Now, backed by a band consisting of wiki tells me are accomplished musicians int heir own right.
Travis Scott & Playboi Carti: This SUCKED! First off, both these dudes music is entirely production driven. That's fine (I mean, more so for Scott since he actually does a lot of his own beats) but it absolutely does not translate to compelling live shows. Travis Scott is so fucking corny, he's out here in his fake muscles trying to hulk out, when he looks like a withered pillhead. Also I have no idea why you'd book a performer where every other line needs to be muted out of the livestream. Anyway, he can't rap for shit and this was god awful.
Burna Boy, 21 Savage, Brandy: This was great! I didn't know much Burna Boy but this was a fun performance and everyone was very good. Brandy is still great?
Billy Joel: It's no surprise Billy Joel can still perform. For all the to do about him not putting out new music for decades, it overlooks that he's still on the road constantly. But yeah, the new Billy Joel song sounds like an old Billy Joel song, so that's probably for the best. Then he did You Might Be Right, one of those consummately uncool songs that I enjoy anyway.
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Adventures Masterlist
20 Dollar Nosebleed (ao3) - orphan_account
calum/ashton
G, 1k
Summary: It's Calum's birthday and Ashton takes him on a birthday adventure and everything is cute!!
A Sanctified Starling (ao3) - plushyluke
luke/ashton
E, 10k
Summary: Ashton didn’t know why humans were so fascinated by stories of things that could kill them. If it posed impending doom, humans spread it around. Then again, it was more than likely a trait passed down from the hunter-gatherer years.
“Regardless of if it’s a legend, you still need to be careful in unwatched areas. Murderers come in all forms.”
The cold bastard locked eyes with Ashton.
“Very true, Michael. How thoughtful of you to look after our Nobleman. Sometimes danger could be lurking right beneath your nose.”
(or Ashton is a grumpy old vampire who agrees to go on an adventure with his nemesis, where the run into the prettiest of undead discoveries)
Good Morning Room 5SOS! (ao3) - Geny614
G, 5k (WIP)
Summary: a kindergarten au with the boys. just a place for some fluffy cuteness. lots of fun, friendship and adventures!
Red Desert (ao3) - jenlouniverse
G, 1k
Summary: First song from CALM: Red Desert.
A quest to know oneself a little better and trying to leave the past behind.
something like make-believe (living in a movie scene) (ao3) - bellawritess
michael/calum
T, 3k
Summary: Maybe Calum is just weak for the word adventure, but suddenly he can't bring himself to be worried about it anymore. It's not like he's alone without any connection to the outside world. There are phones, maps, GPSes; whenever they turn around, they'll find their way back.
And Michael is here. Michael is at the wheel, an exhilarated grin on his lips, looking like he belongs here, with the lanes and the lampposts and the loud music.
So what if I'm a monster, that's been here all along (ao3) - lifeinecstasy
ot4
T, 2k
Summary: Luke turns into a vampire... oops
Tomorrow Never Dies (ao3) - fightthegiants
michael/luke
M, 2k
Summary: You want a party on the down-low? These are the boys you speak to. They organise the hottest parties, score the best drugs, provide the best booze and invite the hottest girls. They know how to fight, they know how to fuck, but best of all… They know how to have fun.
Tribulation (ao3) - friesecondsofsummer
luke/ashton
N/R, 9k (WIP)
Summary: trib·u·la·tion
/ˌtribyəˈlāSH(ə)n/
noun
noun: tribulation; plural noun: tribulations
a cause of great trouble or suffering
Under the Lights Tonight (ao3) - moonbands
michael/luke
N/R, 3k
Summary: When Luke gets up to see what's at his window, the last thing he expects is Michael Clifford. Well, maybe the last thing he expects is an adventure with Michael Clifford in the middle of the night.
You Were a Window to a World (ao3) - reversecow
michael/luke
N/R, 11k
Summary: Luke’s flight from Edinburgh to London gets cancelled, and with it, his hopes of meeting his family for Christmas. He’s ready to go back to his student housing for a lonely holiday when a stranger saves the day. Unfortunately, due to the snowstorm, it takes much longer than expected to get where they need to go. Hours alone in the car and a night in a bed and breakfast leaves Luke with one burning question in the back of his mind; Why is Michael alone for Christmas?
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//I feel this is important to discuss because there's been a lot of stuff I've seen flying in various directions about what I believe it would be fair to say is one of the most divisive, controversial characters in The Vampire Chronicles; Marius De Romanus.
Now, I used to like Marius, I really did. I thought he was wise and a mentor and there was tragedy in his backstory and he was an interesting character. To have seen and done what he had was fascinating. His book is, in my view, objectively one of the best written.
However.
My view has shifted each time I have gone back through the canon. He's a hypocrite of the highest order, he has caused so much damage to his life and the lives of others and blames everyone else around him for his problems. He condemns others so easily (unless you are Lestat of course in which case it's fine to him) and quickly and holds things against them far longer and stronger than he should. He claims to love and yet he has been abusive. Yes, Armand loves him, that cannot be denied, but I don't believe that Marius deserves that love and he believe that he was cruel and callous towards Armand and when he did things that Marius didn't want him to, he punishes him cruelly. Think of when he beat him so severely he could have broken his legs. Think of when he kept his presence hidden from Armand and didn't reconcile with him out of, primarily, pettiness because Armand had chosen to be part of the children of darkness (if it could even be called a choice).
I understand that he claimed to love Amadeo but his decisions and timing after liberating him from the brothel was questionable to say the least.
Overall, I do not like Marius. I won't say that I hate him because I don't, I just don't like him and I feel that he has gotten away with far too much and that the fandom needs to come to a more middle lane view as best as we can rather than dominating two separate extremes.
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