#Baz got extremely excited about this

[handsoffthefuckinshield]

[pushing500]

The lads are being cute again. I don't know a whole lot about harps, but I reckon it would be hard to play one with claws and only three fingers on each hand...

Yessssss more colonists!

I'm no expert, but I think that our android guests are pushing their luck hanging out in the hot spring in the rain. That can't be good for them, right??

Other things that happened today that I didn't get screenshots for (mostly coz I was panicking) and have not drawn include:

The new kid on the block, Henry, had a birthday (on his second day with us) and turned 7. As a birthday gift, he got a bionic leg to replace his wooden foot alongside the 'neat' trait. Lovely!

Eureka got raided by waster pirates, and as we were still recovering from the last devastating raid, Albina used a psycast called "Summon Pack" from Vanilla Psycasts Expanded, which (as the name suggests) summoned a pack of manhunter animals to attack the pirates. This was extremely effective and sent the pirates fleeing, with Albina as the only casualty because using the psycast put her in a coma for two hours.

One of the pirates was downed but not killed, and she looked interesting, so we captured her for recruitment purposes. Her name was Zadie, she had cool pink and blue hair, and she was a greedy bisexual rebellious heavy sleeper.

Zadie tried to break out of prison as soon as she could walk again, and while Baz walked over to stop her with his spear, Barghest took a shot at her with his double-barreled shotgun and killed her immediately. Now she's dead, and he's ridden with guilt about it because she was apparently an "innocent prisoner".

It's been a very exciting day, all in all!

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[aristocratic-otter]

Hello everyone on this nearly-still-Sunday-night. Thank y'all for the tags. I've been extremely busy, though more with creating valentines for the discord valentine's exchange than writing. Still, I've got some words in every WIP. Below the cut for length.

Thank you and tag backsies for Wednesday to @artsyunderstudy, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @hushed-chorus, @ileadacharmedlife, @frjsti, @takitalks, @confused-bi-queer, @thewholelemon, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen. Your fics are so freaking brilliant, it's unfair how much talent is concentrated in this fandom.

From Westward Son (Only three chapters left!)

 I remember drowning. I remember fighting the river back in Virginia; trying to hold my head above water, trying to hold my breath until I just…couldn’t anymore. I remember falling falling falling.

Then Shepard is on me. “Simon!” he shouts frantically. “Is she…” 

His voice snaps me out of the spiral of memory I’d been trapped in.

From The White Chapel (writing the last scene this week!)

I kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him.

He kisses me back frantically. On my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, anywhere he can reach. “You shouldn’t be here,” he’s mumbling between kisses. “You need to leave. Before it’s too late.” But, even if I were inclined to agree with him, he never stops kissing me long enough to let me go.

From: Raising Dragons (a chapter and a half to go)

I truly think we became a single entity for several seconds there. My thoughts were his, his were mine and our bodies were united in every possible way. 

Now, we’re exhausted and happy, ready to sleep the remainder of our wedding night away in each other’s arms. 

At least, we were ready. Until Niamh began pounding on our bedroom door with all the subtlety of a battering ram, shouting, “Simon! Baz! Your eggs are hatching!”

From: To Heal a Broken Mind (18,000 words and nowhere near finished):

I never want him to go home. I refuse to examine that thought. It’s not hope. I know there’s no hope for him to fall in love with me. He’s straight. And he hates me. But maybe he hates me a little less now?

From Double Your Pleasure (WILL be done by the 24th) (will have art, too! I'm excited about who I'm getting to work with) (and that's all you're getting 😉)

I do know the spell. But I’ve never tried it before. I’m flammable, and a mispronounced syllable could be fatal for me. But I can’t face down my own clone’s confidence. He thinks I can do it. 

I’m going to try. 

From Saving Simon Snow (18,000 words and about halfway done):

I settle back against the plush leather seats of Basilton’s Jaguar. Really, what right does an eighteen year old have to own a car like this? He says it's his father’s, but he drives it deftly, confidently. It’s like he was born to drive this car. 

I shake my head. I know I’m perseverating on the car because I don’t want to think about the numerous ugly outcomes that are possible for Simon.

Should I be excited that 2/3s of my WIPs are nearly done? ...well, there may be three more WIPs waiting in the wings 🤦‍♀️

Tagging a few more folks: @angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @bloodiedpixie, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @facewithoutheart, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @gekkoinapeartree, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @johnwgrey, @j-nipper-95, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @onepintobean, @petrodobreva, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby

[bcofl0ve]

Do you think Austin got with Olivia because he “really” liked her or was it just an exciting fling thing with a younger girl who was different then his decade long relationship? Also do you think that if Austin hadn’t been stuck in Australia for two years something would have happened between them cause Baz said they didn’t really have chemistry or seem to get along.. so if it had been a three month shoot maybe nothing would have happened !? And sorry last one do you think he got with her mostly because he felt lonely and didn’t know who he was anymore and wanted a companionship?

baz never said they didn’t get along- just that there was a little struggle with chemistry when they first started filming. given that he follows her best friend (on her main and finsta) and her brother I think they were at least at one point pretty close. austin is finicky about who he follows, he doesn’t even follow most of the elvis cast including adam dunn who he seemed to get on with pretty well from the behind the scenes stuff adam has posted. + when baz tells the chemistry story it’s always with an aside about how they ended up bonding pretty tight/became in his words “so caring and loving for each other”.

re: the chemistry thing i think it was probably nerves more than anything. girlie was wearing his shirt in early january before they were really filming much together (the ‘68 special was what they filmed first and priscilla is just kinda there for the vibes during that haha). i do not think they had real incompatibility issues in that department if you know what i mean LMAO. but that said he was extremely fresh off the breakup with vanessa and i 100% think that had a hand in why their romantic dynamic maybe wasn’t built to last even if they were close. he had just ended his relationship of almost a decade and she was there. it probably felt like a natural rebound at the time.

[hetagrammy]

Get to Know You Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @draw-a-circle-thats-the-compass! I also did this on my main, but there's no harm in dropping it here as well!

What book are you currently reading?

Fire and Blood by George R.R. Martin for fun reading! For school I've had a lot of reading, but most recently I read through Defying Hitler by Sebastian Haffner (for my class and for an essay contest)

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I only went to a proper movie theatre twice this year, but in terms of general movies that came out this year my favorite was either Turning Red or Rosaline. My memory also happens to be very fuzzy about what's come out this year lol.

The two films I saw in actual theatres were Baz Luhrman's Elvis and the new Downton Abbey movie, but as much as I like Downton Abbey I can't say it's one of the favorites I've seen that came out this year.

What do you usually wear?

I usually wear a t-shirt, some shorts, a hoodie, and slip-on shoes. When it gets cold I wear some dad sweaters.

How tall are you?

5'1

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I'm a Leo! I share my birthday with Nixon's Resignation Speech and Margaret Tudor's wedding celebration (August 8th)

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

IRL I go by my given name because you can't really make a good nickname out of it. Online I go by either Marshy or Grammy, it usually depends on if someone met me on Discord or Tumblr because my Discord handle is different from my Tumblr url.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I was really set on being a vet for a long time, but I changed my mind as an older child and never really settled on anything definite until high school. I don't think I would've expected to be where I am now, but I think child me would be happy that I'm studying history and doing what I like

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

Haha nope.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

This is kind of a boring skill, but I'm good at essay writing! I'm comically bad at dancing.

Dogs or cats?

Dogs for me! I like cats, I've just really got to know them first

What’s something you would like to create content for?

I'd like to draw more for, and possibly write for my little Regency AU here because I've got a lot of ideas but my brain is so scrambled. I'd also really like to do more Medieval inspired stuff like I did for my Book of Kells pieces for the Irelands a while back!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

House of the Dragon, The Cranberries, and always Hetalia

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Going to Michigan! The trip was nice, but my Mom, Brother, and I got covid at the very end of it after two years of dodging it. We had a really shitty time getting home to boot. Otherwise a nice trip though!

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I can play the violin (though I'm extremely rusty)

Are you religious?    

Not an evangelical or any shit like that, but I believe in the big man upstairs.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

400 more words that make sense for this damn essay

If you haven't been tagged already I'll tag @acemapleeh @maelerie

@council-of-beetroot (you don't have to of course)

[arrolyn1114]

Picture it: summer of 2002, a young woman takes her then 7 year old niece to see "Lilo and Stitch" during summer break from college.

The young woman was me. While my niece enjoyed the movie, it was me who walked out with 2 things: 1. a new favorite Disney movie, and 2. a love of Elvis because let's face it, Lilo's enthusiasm is extremely contagious.

Fast forward a few years, and Elvis fell to the back burner for me, other interests eclipsed him. But he was always there, just kinda hanging out in the background waiting for me to rediscover him so to speak. Summer of 2022, 20 years later, Baz makes his Elvis movie. I was skeptical at first, and I didn't know much about Austin Butler, I hadn't seen him in anything prior to the Elvis movie so my first response was "Huh? Who is this dude playing Elvis? Alright, well, I'll give him a chance, fine, I'll watch this."

I am so glad I did. It rekindled my interest in Elvis and now I have made a bunch of new friends in this amazing fandom. I hadn't been very active on Tumblr for many years, barely opened the app and then after the Elvis movie I wanted to find fans to connect with and I was like well, Tumblr is usually a solid place for fandoms, let's see if there's any fans on there to talk to.

At first I felt overwhelmed and unsure how to start. I found myself in a much changed Tumblr landscape from the last time I had actively used it. But I kept searching and lo and behold, I found my Elvis people. @deke-rivers-1957 found me adrift like a lost puppy seeking other fans and I'm so thankful for that. This fandom is amazing and I was so excited to see Baz's movie got a whole bunch of new Elvis fans to join all of the existing fans. Just goes to show you Elvis's magic is timeless. So thank you Baz for bringing us all together. TCB!

Happy two year anniversary to a movie that literally changed my brain chemistry and my life. Never in a million year did I think I’d be completely obsessed with Elvis and here I am two years later still deep in this obsession because of one movie. I’ve met some great people and made some amazing friends because of this movie and Elvis. Even though I haven’t been able to do all the cool things a lot of people have gotten a chance to do in this community like visit places Elvis has been or whatnot. I’ve still got great memories over the past two years of this movie coming out! Finally two years later I’m going to make it to Memphis and Tupelo. 🥺

I’ve made lots of friends in this community specifically on tumblr and I’ve lost a lot of friends. But hey, sometimes people are only in your life for a certain amount of time. But it’s been great either way. I’ve also written stories that I never thought I’d be able to do which has connected me to a lot of you. I don’t usually get involved in fandoms when I love something, but this has been one of the best fandoms to join despite a few hiccups with some people.

But anyway, thank you Austin and Baz for literally making me fall completely in love with Elvis that my family is so sick of me when it comes to him, lmfao. Elvis brings me so much joy and happiness and I wish I was exaggerating when I say I’ve listened to him constantly since the day I saw this movie. Even if I listen to something different somehow during the day I just come right back to him. His voice and just him can make my day so much better in an instant. Who knew that a man I never met and a man who’s been gone for nearly 46 years could make me and all of us feel this way?!? Like.. Elvis.. How dare you??? 😭

But I can proudly say I will be a fan for the rest of my life. Those old ladies who’ve got a room just dedicated to Elvis in their houses.. that will be me, lmaoo. Bury me with my Elvis shit. 🙃

LMAOO ANYWAY. I love you Elvis, Austin and Baz and you guys so much and happy that this movie has brought us all together!! 🤍🥰

The video was one of the many, many, many, times I went to go see the movie.

[robinismywife]

Where reader acting as Priscilla is her first ever role so she’s extremely nervous but Austin finds it cute she comforts her.

As a writer I understand you gotta go with your own flow so change and add whatever you please if you do up doing this 💓

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧

PAIRING: Austin butler x actress!fem!reader

WARNINGS: self-doubt. Inform me if I've missed any!

A/N: This was my first request ever and I'm so excited owhfowrugi- Anyways, I hope you like my take on your idea my beloved anon and I'm SO sorry for being so late! Plz fill my inbox with more of your requests it makes me so happy and they are so fun to write!! Enjoy my loves <3

(the gif is not mine but omg it's so adorable I couldn't resist)

Baz Luhrmann was making an Elvis biopic and after having found Austin as his Elvis, he desperately needed to find himself a Priscilla. You had sent in an audition tape but never thought it would get you here, on the set and ready to film. I mean, everything felt unreal and you were extremely out of your comfort zone.

You had been filming for a couple of months now, but you've never felt as nervous and terrified as you're feeling at this very moment. Baz had informed you a week prior that today you would be doing the argument between Priscilla and Elvis. Nevertheless, it was now when you're getting ready for the scene that it's finally settling in.

You were pasing back and forth mumbling your lines, when Baz informed everyone that the cameras were ready. You and Austin walked on the set and smiled at each other, knowing that this scene was difficult for both of you.

"And...Action!"

"Cilla, I give you everything you could want" Austin followed you down the stairs

"What I wan't is a husband!" You turned around facing him. Austin had such a raw expression on his face, his acting always seemed to amaze you. However, here you were finding it extremelly hard to channel Priscilla.

"I- I-" You froze. Well done, Y/n, you forgot your lines. Not only are you a horrible actress but you also have a shitty memory. That's when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n, did you forget your line?" Worry covered Austin's face "Did I do something wrong?"

"I- No, I just- I need some air" You dropped your prop, walked quickly past the crew. You opened a door and found yourself in the parking lot. You had never used this exit before and god it was freezing.

You began to spiral, thinking of the beautiful set you just walked out off, the incredible costumes you wore everyday. How are you even here right now? How did Baz even pick you? An amateur actress, who's never even stepped in a drama school once. You felt embarassed being on that set with such an amazing actor such as Austin, who is so dedicated to his craft. You didn't deserve this.

"Y/n, what happened back there?" Austin had at last found you.

"Austin.." you sighed looking down at your bell-bottom jeans

"Hey," he grabbed your shaking hand, rubbing circles on your cold skin "You can talk to me"

"I don't think I want to, Aus-" Your cheeks heated up, suddenly feeling embarrassed of saying anything

"You know, you're cute when you're like this- All stubborn" Austin smirked at you. Not in a condescending way but in a comforting one.

"I'm not stubborn I just-" You giggled a little, your mood getting better just by looking at him

"Yeah? I don't believe ya hun"

"Austin!" You groaned, knowing that talking to someone about your feelings was the best thing you could do right now.

"Y/n!" He said back, teasing you like he always did

"Fine, fine! Jeez- I just think that, you know, perhaps Baz made a mistake casting me and-"

"Hey, hey, hey- Why would you think that Y/n? You deserve to be here, you got the part because there's no one like you out there"

"But-"

"No but's, Y/n" He looked down at you with so much appreciation that you felt like crying "You know I love working with you. You're one of the most talented people I've ever met-"

"You mean that?" Your face lit up, making Austin smile as well

"Of course I do- Now go back on that set and show them what you got, yeah?"

"Yeah"

[funkymbtifiction]

If I ever had any doubt about my 7 wing, listening to Enneagram at the Movies' podcast about Stephen Spielberg and his overt 7 themes in all his movies has put them to rest. A+ Podcast Content!

It also made me chuckle a little, because one of the accusations against Elvis (which is a fabulous movie, btw) is that the director, Baz, never lets sad moments linger long enough (in the same way Spielberg can't leave off on a sad note even in his serious films). Baz is an obvious 7w6 so/sx filmmaker and it shows in his movies; neither one of them can stand dwelling in the shadow lands. It's not happy or exciting or fun enough to stimulate them. But they both are big crowd-pleasers, because they give us a good time at the movies. I've always loved Baz's films for being shiny and theatrical and fast-moving and... well, 7ish. They never bore me (I am easily bored).

I listened to The Godfather one this morning and... I had known Vito and Michael and Sonny are all 8s, but had never really thought about it being an 8 movie. Like, everything about it is 8. Power dynamics, force, retribution, evening the score; how Michael picks his wife is extremely 8 -- "Here is some information about me that you could use against me." Subtext: giving you this information puts you at risk, since I might kill you to keep you silent -- are you going to let me court your daughter or not? And it hadn't sunk into me, either, that... almost everyone is an 8, character-wise. Vito, Michael, Sonny, Clemenza, their rival don, even Connie is likely an 8w7. o.O

I also like the fact that the guys on the podcast come to it fresh, not knowing what another one is going to say this character is, so they all present their case and let the audience decide. I've been listening to them at random and sometimes I agree with an argument and change my own mind about that characters' type, and sometimes one of them proposes an argument similar to mine. (One of them thinks Black Widow is a 3, another thinks she's a 6 -- 6 is my guess.) For example, Interstellar. I could never figure out Anne Hathaway's character's motivations and they see her as either a 3 or a 5. That's also where I got stuck, since nothing else fits. But Murph as an 8 surprised me, and Cooper, they all saw differently (one said 2, another said 7/8; I saw him as super-ego and warm, but in the 6/7 range). Their perception of Christopher Nolan as a 5, however, is spot on. I'd agree with that. He's extremely concept-intellectual-driven (plus, he's an INTJ, so...).

[champgnesny]

okay so here’s the continuation to my last post!

“things i noticed while re reading any way the wind blows part two!”

simon is constantly pulling at his hair, my poor baby is always so nervous, stressed, leave him live his life in peace god.

i like how none of them doubt from lady salisbury for a second, simon and baz are a good team tho getting information, planning stuff, love that, just shows how much chemistry they have.

simon thinks baz he got “no vibe check” for everyone who tries to flirt with him.

baz knows he’s hot and as he fucking should, also says he didn’t see anything on lamb cause many people are fit and no one cares pls.

simon always acknowledges when he sees someone fine, even the goblins like man pls.

i just know simon got butterflies every time baz said “that’s not what i asked” like yes.

also simon and baz on more dates when? i know simon wants to go out for ice cream and i want to read about it, give me more please.

“fine you fucker have me, just have me, do your worst you stubborn twat, be the death of me…you will be the death of me” nothing to say i just want you to feel what i did when i read that, butterflies and butterflies and love.

since the first moment baz said no one is taking my man from me now and tells simon how he’s eviscerating smith if he touches him.

smith richards is simon’s lamb and me thinks baz got his karma, fair enough.

simon and baz being gay in an orphan. 💞💞💞

simon always accepts food, from everyone, except the people he doesn’t like, like lamb’s tea in america and this time, smith’s cake.

baz finding a excuse in his mind for everything smith is saying it’s hilarious “every parent tells his sons they’re special” “everybody loves babies” i love this man i swear.

simon smiles at baz when he mentions they will argue about smith richards on his bed every night, as if he was implying the fact of having him there always and it’s so ridiculously lovely.

i think simon likes baz being “solid” cause that gives him the idea of him being real, like if he wasn’t something is going to disappear once in a while, he’s there now and today and that’s all that matter to him.

simon and baz complaining about the merwolves together is my home.

simon wants to kiss baz for the weirdest reasons ever but i guess that’s what is to be in love and i am extremely jealous, i want that too.

there’s something really special of simon wondering what would it have been if he had realized his feelings for baz before, and actually telling him about it cause in that way baz will realize he’s not the only want who desires what they have, ugh they make me cry so much.

baz also thinks they are meant to be or at least meant to happen like that, someone tell them already how much of soulmates they are.

simon bitting baz nose, that’s it.

simon getting excited to go every place on watford with baz as a couple is the purest thing i have ever seen don’t touch me or i will break.

i miss ebb so much, she deserved way better and also her goats she loved them so much and even if they weren’t magical they should take care of them, it’s literally the least they can do.

im pretty sure simon isn’t getting his wings and tail removed now he realized he can hold baz better like that and actually likes it.

"just know, that id do anything for you, that id let you do anything to me… there’s nothing about you i don't want" simon fucking snow what the fucking hell i absolutely love you.

i love to hear agatha rant about niamh, cause she will be like omg she’s so annoying and then start being slightly soft and go back to the i cannot stand her thing, it’s hilarious.

i would have been happy to get a niamh pov about the agatha situation, give them a spin off book and you got my money.

agatha was so distracted telling niamh about her hair and how she thinks it would look better that she forgot she was the one driving.

i like how shepard likes everything about penny, she deserves the whole world and someone who looks at her and thinks that she’s amazing and powerful, not crazy and bossy, i love them.

shepard likes penny’s knees !

it’s also amazing how penny describes kissing shep and how she says it’s better than magic, like you know she’s fully in love with him by just that statement.

their reunion it’s so chaotic like one duo just broke an engagement with a demon and the other is behind another “chosen one” cause of his fraud help me.

baz telling simon everyone knows about his “curse” is probably the truest thing ever, in the first book the nymph new, simon knew, agatha new, penny knew, everyone on las vegas who saw him knew, even then animals around him.

“so no one is cursed?” “just you, babe” can’t they get more adorable? i adore them so much.

baz and simon first time happened while penny and shepard staying over, which means they were probably sleeping on the living room, or the couch, sorry i found it kind of funny.

simon being gentle with baz just case he asked him to be and finding really really interesting the way baz mmm’s at him it’s so fucking cute.

baz freaking out their first time instead of simon and simon comforting him is also one of the highlights of this book, just re read that whole part and cry with me, oh and read it with used to this by camila cabello, thank me later.

baz loves to beg simon to kiss him, and simon loves to tell baz he doesn’t have to do it cause he would him anything he wants, wtf i want too.

simon’s mission was to make baz feel good, baz is simon’s priority in literally any situation ever to exist, come and tell me he doesn’t love baz as much and baz loves him so i can fucking hit you.

“i love you i say, i may as well say it im thinking it, it’s all i ever think… im an i love you gun with the safety off, a finger constantly on the trigger” baz is always so poetic romantic and for what?

the whole fiona and baz bond about their mother and her marrying nicodemus is wholesome i cried again, read it with treacherous by taylor swift please, i beg you.

baz loving to get ready to anything and then being frustrated at it cause he had to clean as a whistle himself thanks to last night situation it’s so funny i just wanted to say that.

simon knew the stairs thing was an accident and still told everyone baz pushed him off the stairs goodbye. 😭😭😭

penny always knew there was nothing to worry about from baz cause even when he got the opportunity he never hurt simon.

a bag almost breaks baz neck lmao.

i agree with baz, simon shouldn’t have lied to him but simon was trying to protect the people he loves the most, i would honestly do the same.

didn’t nicodemus once mentioned ebb was in love with the forest nymph? just saying, the nymph looked a little bit too hurt when she tells agatha she didn’t get to know her.

agatha and niamh kissing on the forest, wholesome vibes pls get married.

baz actually told penny’s mom to give simon a pension, and they should though.

baz doesn’t drink, not even a beer if he knows he’s going to drive, we love responsable people.

agatha mentioning how she never thought a kiss would ask so much from her just shows how she never really loved simon or baz, or anyone really, and im not saying it as a bad thing, like i think you’re pretty self conscious when something feels right and learn to accept when something doesn’t, i think this was her moment and she does deserve it after everything.

simon would cut off his ladyland ears with his new sword if she was bothered by baz violin pls.

oh and finally to end up this enormous thing, read the whole salisbury family reunion with not today by imagine dragons, it’s amazing thank u!

if u are interested, here’s part one (carry on), part two (wayward son) and the first last part of this one (any way the wind blows).

[bazzybelle]

Get to Know Me

Thank you @aristocratic-otter, @excalisbury, and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tags. 💜

Relationship status: Married. We've been together for 10 years this October (married for 5 of them). It hit me out of nowhere that we're celebrating our 5th anniversary. I could have sworn we just got married like 2 years ago...

Favorite color: Wine purple. Like a dark, deep, wine colour. I love painting my nails and if I could choose one colour to have them for the rest of my life, I'd choose a wine-purple colour.

Favorite food: My Nonna's gnocchi with a simple tomato sauce.

Song stuck in your head: Since I just finished watching Ms. Marvel (super fucking fun, btw), Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi is currently stuck on repeat in my brain.

Last thing you googled: I couldn't remember the placement of the colours for the Asexual flag, so I googled that.

Time: 7:56 PM

Dream trip: My instinct is to say like backpacking across Europe and just see all the countries, but I think my actual dream trip would be to go to Japan/South Korea, or to New Zealand.

Last book you read: I have been reading non-stop fanfiction, friends... The last book I read was probably The Charm Offensive. Such a GOOD BOOK and nails what it's like to live with chronic depression. Highly recommend.

Last book you enjoyed: I mean all the books I've read I've immensely enjoyed, but I think the last book to make me scream in excitement, was probably The Sandman audiobooks. I want to read all the novels now, and I am so excited for the Netflix series. The stories are so rich, and the characters are so cool. Everything about it is incredible.

Last book you hated reading: See, I have to really think back on a book that I could not get through, and that's pretty difficult. The only thing that's coming to mind is Tacitus' The Annals... I had to read that book for a class and MY GOD is it ever dry.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Christmas cookies. It's a special thing I do for friends and family. I book an entire weekend and just go to town baking different types of cookies for the holidays. :D

Favorite craft to do in your free time: I'm not really a crafty person... Does baking count? Because I love to bake in my free time.

Most niche dislikes: I don't know?

Opinion on circuses, now and in history: They're fucking awful... I suppose in some extreme examples, they were a place where disenfranchised people could make SOME money, but not without enduring endless abuse. I like circuses like Cirque du Soleil (acrobatic performances).

Do you have a sense of direction, and if not what is the worst way you’ve gotten lost: ZERO sense of direction. Jesus... if I didn't have google maps, I'd get lost a block away from my own home.

The worst way I've gotten lost... Thing is, I can get lost REALLY easily, but I try not to panic too much. Like I've gotten lost several times while living in Florence, but anytime that happened, I just headed towards Santa Maria Fiore and the massive cupula dome, and was always able to find my way home.

Here's a funny story about me driving my friends nuts because I just don't know where I live. So before I moved out, I used to live near a major highway. Like you could exit that highway and be two blocks from my house. But I just... never realized that. So whenever friends would drive me home, I would use visual cues on the highway to tell me that my exit was coming up.

Well, it was super dark... and I wasn't able to see where we were, so we missed the exit. I tried to direct my friend as best as I could to my house, but we ended up driving around this neighbourhood for almost an hour because I could not see anything.

Turns out we were 2 mins away from my house the entire time.

Rightfully so, my friend never drove me home again.

I've seen several of these, so if you've done one already, I apologize. Tagging, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @f-ing-ruthless-baz, @fight-surrender, @amywaterwings, @palimpsessed, @giishu, @captain-aralias, @stardustasincocaine, @artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @angelsfalling16, @facewithoutheart

[juliettecxi]

@fantasylitnet​ Quest 01 : Secret Courtier → @firestarsandseneschals​ 

Title: The Stakeout

Fandom: Carry on by Rainbow Rowell

Ship: Snowbaz

Genre: Idiots Enemies to lovers, Detective au, alternate universe, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, drug mention, sad attempts at portraying sexual tension, minor portrayals of gun usage and police work, kissing that’s mostly described with big words of passion, Not proofread (let me know if I missed anything.)

A/N: Here it is! and I hope you liked this mess!

Read on AO3

Summary: Two detectives on a stakeout, who hate each other with a passion, while being passionately in love with each other at the same time.

“WHAT! Why do you hate me!”

This was the first thing NYPD detective Penelope Bunce heard as she entered the bullpen. It seemed to be coming from the captain’s office. As she sat at her desk, she saw two heads, one with brown curly hair, and another with long black hair, moving wildly with aggressive arm movements.

Snow and Pitch were at it again.

“WHAT! Why do you hate me!” Simon Snow fumed at the captain, who let out a sigh and plopped back down on his chair.

“Sir, If I may.” said the voice of Satan’s descendant himself, Basilton Grimm Pitch. “Personally, I feel that detective Snow would be a hindrance in the smooth sailing of the mission, and you know how it could affect the whole operation.”

That son of a bitch.

“If I may sir.” Simon interrupted, receiving an annoyed huff from Pitch. “I believe what detective Pitch was trying to express with poor word choices is that he’s a pompous prick with no teamwork skills and disregards your judgement.” “That is not what I said Snow!” Baz turned and yelled, eyes wide. “And honestly.” he continued, “No one could ever work with you, you absolute moron, sometimes I wonder how Bunce gets through the day and manages to do anything with you as a partner!”.

 “I’m an amazing partner!” Simon retorted lamely.

Damn him and his inability to come up with good comebacks.

“Enough the two of you!” the Captain said sternly (Although to Simon it sounded like a cry for help. He couldn’t blame him, Baz was a lot to handle.) “You will go on this stakeout, together. And you will bust this drug deal. Take a department mandated car and be at the location on time, and if this fails because you two couldn’t work together for five, fucking, minutes.” He looked at them both. “I will not be easy on you.”

“Yes sir!” “Message received!” Simon and Baz said at the same time, and turned on their heel and left, nudging each other in the ribs as they left the captain’s office, and Simon heard the captain let out a sigh of relief.

Simon was washing his hands after using the toilet (he wasn’t an animal) when he looked at himself in the mirror. He needed a haircut. His thick brown curls were growing out, and as much as Simon would’ve totally rocked the Brian May look, it probably wouldn’t look good at work.

Oh well.

There was someone else who looked stunning in long hair. Baz. Simon dreamed of carding his fingers through it, and using it to pull him closer. He smiled. Why did he always yearn what he couldn’t have? Baz was a fever dream, someone who could only live in his imagination. Someone who didn’t hate him, and someone who loved him. Most people would say Simon should confess, he thought so too, but what was the point in confessing to someone who hated you with half his being? Simon was only pretending, but he knew Baz was genuine.

No. he could never know.

Baz looked up from his paperwork as Simon walked over to his desk next to Bunce and sat down. He said something to her, and she laughed. Baz sighed, and looked back at his work. 

Snow was someone who intrigued Baz, and had a special place in his head and heart. He hadn’t realized it at first, but all it took was a “Merry Christmas.” and a small smile from him, and Baz knew he had fallen, hard.

As someone who was shitty with emotions, Baz didn’t know how to interact with Simon properly without looking like an idiot, and had ended up giving the impression that he hated him. And Baz did hate him, hated him for making him fall for someone he couldn’t have. Hated him for making him fall in love with someone who felt the opposite of love and everything that went with it for him. But despite it all, he still loved. It was like an inextinguishable flame, and Snow would never feel the same, he hated him. Baz was only pretending, but he knew Simon was genuine.

No, he could never know.

Simon was in the gear room, picking the necessary tools for the stakeout. They were leaving in fifteen minutes, and he wanted to make sure they were prepared. “Hey.” said a voice he knew all too well. Baz stood behind him wearing an all black ensemble and it did things to Simon. 

He took in a deep breath. “What?” he asked, as nonchalantly and disinterested  as possible. “Aren’t you excited.” Baz commented and Simon looked at him in annoyance. “I’m sorry.” he said, and then “Baz! I’m so excited to be stuck in a tiny vehicle with you for the entire night, I can’t wait!” Baz did not look impressed, but then he smirked, and stepped closer. “Are you sure you’d be able to handle being in a tiny vehicle alone with me Snow?” he said and leaned in. Simon leaned back against the table and gulped.

He would’ve been fine with Baz being so close to him, but in different circumstances.

Like his Imagination.

“Cat got your tongue?” Baz asked, and smiled, saccharine sweet.

Simon scoffed. “I was actually wondering if this was what your hypothetical significant other would see. How unfortunate for them.” he said sweetly.

Hey, that comeback was actually quite good!

Baz scowled and placed his arms on the table, on either side of Simon. “Tell me.” he said. “Would you think this was an unfortunate face to see Snow?” All he had to do was lean in a little more, and their lips would touch. Simon’s face heated up. He pushed Baz away with his hand and grabbed the gear bag. “We leave in five.” he said, and walked out, leaving behind an unsatisfied and embarrassed Baz.

They’d arrived at their location twenty minutes ago, and things were going… smoothly. There was still no sign of their perp and both Simon and Baz were becoming very irritable and agitated.

“Chew louder why don’t you?” Baz sneered at Simon, who was munching on a protein bar. Simon turned to Baz, took a big bite of his protein bar, and chewed it slowly with his mouth open, making sure his chewing was extremely loud.

That little shit.

Baz tightened his grip on the binoculars he was using to look out for their perp, Jeffrey Carlson. He was a drug dealer and had become somewhat of a drug lord on these streets, and after months of tracking they were finally able to track him down, which was why Baz had the fortunate misfortune of being stuck in a car with Simon in the night, in front of one of those dingy New York apartment complexes, waiting to apprehend the criminal.

If only he could concentrate.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in the gear room, and what almost would have happened. He let out a sigh and put down his binoculars.

“Hey.”, Snow’s voice cut through his reverie. “Yes Snow?” Baz said. “Why do you hate me? Or dislike me at least?” His eyes widened and he turned to Simon, who looked like he was regretting his question. “You know what,” Simon began, “Forget it, it was a stupid ques-” ‘I don’t hate you.” Baz interrupted, voice small. “It’s,” he took in a deep breath. “It’s complicated.” “So you don’t hate me?” Simon said, and Baz swore he could hear a little smugness in his voice. “Nope.” Baz confirmed, “Quite the opposite actually.” he said, with a nervous laugh. “So..you love me?” Simon said. 

What? There was definitely smugness in his tone now.

“Umm, Well.” Baz began. “I don’t hate you either.” Simon said suddenly. “It’s quite the opposite actually.” he said, and wiggled his eyebrows. Baz tried to look unimpressed, but couldn’t hide his endearment. “So, does that mean…” he leaned in closer, and placed a finger on Simon’s lips. “You wouldn’t mind if I-” They heard a dull thud from outside. “Someone fell from the first floor window onto the pavement.” said Simon, eyes wide and alert. They both turned and faced each other. “Carlson.” they said in unison, and got out of the car, guns and gear all at the ready.

Simon was eclectic. Baz didn’t hate him! He would’ve laughed out loud and jumped around if they weren’t chasing a wanted criminal, who seemed to be getting away. “I’ll go left you go right! We’ll corner him!” Baz yelled and Simon held his hand ups in an ‘ok’ sign.

Simon was still running in the direction the perp did. He finally reached an alley. It was empty. Simon did a full three-sixty, just to make sure. He turned around to leave, when a hand wrapped around his neck from behind and pulled him towards it. “Don’t. Move” the voice said. His breath was musky and slightly rancid. “Let me go!” Simon struggled, and he felt a knife placed under his chin.

Shit. Where was Baz?

Baz ran into an alley, hoping the perp hadn’t escaped. The perp and Simon were both there, which would have been great if he wasn’t holding a knife to Simon’s neck. 

“Come any closer and I’ll kill him!” yelled Carlson, eyes bloodshot and wild. Baz looked at Simon, who looked extremely frightened even though it was obvious he was trying to look brave.

“Let him go and nobody will have to get hurt.” Baz said, as calm as possible, only for the perp to tighten his grip around Simon. Simon on the other hand, seemed to try and signal something to Baz with his eyes. He looked in the direction he was pointing at. A metal pipe, right on top of the trashcan  Snow and the perp were standing next to. 

Baz took in a deep breath.

“I’m dropping my gun! Don’t do anything to harm him!” He gently placed down his gun and stepped closer. He was close, but not close enough. “Don’t move!” yelled Carlson, “Or your friend loses his neck!” Simon winced and Baz gulped.

So many things could go wrong.

“Carlson,” he began, ”What made you want to become a..drug lord?” He had no idea where he was going with this. Simon gave him a classic what the fuck face, and the perp just stared at him blankly.

Well, carpe momentum.

Baz reached for the metal pipe, as fast as he could. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” screamed Carlson, but before he could react, Baz swung the pipe as hard as he could, and hit him on the head, knocking him out. Simon quickly grasped the knife from Carlson’s lifeless hand before it could accidentally damage him, and stumbled forward before regaining his balance.

The adrenaline was still coursing through Baz’s veins, and before he knew it he was in front of Simon, pushing him back against the alley wall. “I’m going to kiss you now.” he said, and Simon barely had time to nod his head before Baz’s lips came crashing down on his. It was electric and invigorating, and felt like a thousand jolts of current. Simon’s hands reached up and curled around Baz’s neck, and Baz placed his in Simon’s hair, caressing it as they kissed. Simon tilted his head in an attempt to deepen the kiss, and Baz let him. Baz felt like he was flying, fast and high with no restraint, and he relished it all, the feeling of Snow’s mouth on his and the feel of his hair that felt like starlight on his fingertips.

All too soon the kiss was broken by Simon. “We should probably take him into custody before he wakes up again.” he said, and grinned, causing Baz to smile as well.

“Come on Snow.” he said, as he reached down to pick up Carlson. “The sooner we get home the better.” “Why?” Simon asked, smiling

He knew why.

Baz raised an eyebrow at him. “Let’s get going shall we?” he said, with a crooked smile, and off they went, back to the precinct, and then to Baz’s apartment, and the rest, was history.

A/N (2) : phew. That was a long one! Well I hope you liked whatever this was! And if you can, please let me know what you thought! I'd really appreciate feedback!

-Abby 💕

[im-gettingby]

30 Days of Carry On

posted (and written by?) @captain-aralias

(I’m doing most of these at once because I said so. it’s long so under the cut)

1. Favourite major character

I literally thought — Simon no Baz no Penny no, Agatha!

I guess I will pick Simon, since I relate to him the most — or at least, my connection to him led me into the fandom.

2. Favourite minor character

I think we all know this one 🐑🐑🐑

I have written many a treatise on Lamb Rights. I’ll spare everyone now

3. Character you relate to the most

Oops— I already answered this, kinda. I relate to them in different ways: I relate a lot to WS Simon because he has abandonment issues and “kid who was told he was extraordinary and then grew up to be ordinary” issues. We also both have a “fix all the things for everyone” complex, too.

Baz — It took me a while to get into Baz’s head, but I would say, I relate to him because of his intense emotional world and tendency to see the world through an intensely romantic/tragic lens. But also he’s a Pisces. and I’d never do that like a Pisces does. (Sorry, not sorry.)

4. Which character would you like to go to lunch with?

SHEPARD obviously. I don’t feel the need to elaborate.

5. Favourite non-Snowbaz ship

Ooh! Probably Lamb/Baz or Simon/Shep or just...literally anything. Like, I will read anything as long as it’s well written. The weirder the better. (Within...legal and moral limits.) in my other fandoms I’ve been a big multishipper and there’s not a lot of options for that in CO - which is fine - but wholeheartedly support rarepairs :D

6. Favourite non-romantic OTP

So, obviously Simon/Penny and Baz/Penny are great ones, but I think the nearest & dearest to my heart is Simon/Agatha. The kind of siblings/unwillingly dating/weird exes dynamic and the way they both shaped each other’s lives is just so interesting. And while Simon & Penny are closer, Agatha and Simon represent their aspirational selves to one another. And the way that they were both tied to one another along with their gender roles/places in society and both broke away at the same time is just...mwah

7. Favourite Baz outfit

I honestly dress kinda like Baz. Anything involving a printed silk shirt or a floral brocade suit, so like, all of them? I love WS Baz, his fashion sense is so thoughtful yet fun. He’s so expressive with it — in the sense of both being guarded, being sexy, and playing with masculinity/femininity.

8. How do you feel about Wayward Son?

In case it wasn’t obvious, I absolutely love it. I mean, from a writing/narrative standpoint, I don’t think it’s the most elegant or engaging book ever written, but it’s just so raw and fresh. I don’t see many examples of an author trying to do what Rainbow did, which is build a complex emotional AND plot-driven story with so many characters and so much lore. I’m very excited for AWTWB.

9. Favourite scene from Carry On, besides Chapter 61

I like what the book does/sets up overall. Honestly probably the first scene, where Simon walks to the bus stop & takes the train and just thinks about his life and makes lists -- I love Simon. I know Rainbow said she thinks that bit is boring, but it honestly says so much about his character in a short time. (and he’s an extremely complex character!) Also, Baz’s dramatic entrance. Also, the chapter where Baz says “and I’m hopelessly in love with him” because it’s just so dramatic, and it comes out of nowhere

10. Favourite scene from Wayward Son, besides Chapter 41

Baz and Lamb’s journey across the Strip - vampire lore, jealous Simon, Baz getting to be his own character— it’s beautiful.

11. Remind us about something in canon readers might have forgotten about

Ahahaha um. Simon says he thinks Baz’s cousin Marcus is fit. That’s pretty funny.

12. What are your hopes and fears for Any Way the Wind Blows?

I don’t have any hopes because I don’t want to be disappointed - and that’s not a cynical thing, I just want to go into it with an open mind. (I’ll take a break from fandom and reread the books beforehand so I’m (more of) a blank slate) I guess just...interesting emotional journeys, whatever that ends up being. There’s a lot that Rainbow has to do in the book and I don’t think any one person could get through all of it -- that’s why we have fanfiction.

Fears? I don’t know. I think just...the series ending. Even though I’ve been in fandom for less than a year I just really love this fandom & the thought of that kind of eroding away is sad. But also I don’t think that will happen immediately, and change is a part of life. I’ve never related as much to Cath as I do now :’)

13. An unpopular/cracky opinion you hold

unpopular: Lamb is the best character; I don’t want Simon to get his magic back; both Simon and Baz should have other romantic options.

14. Something from your head fanon

Hmmmmmmm well. Just mean things about Baz really. Like that he’s weird looking, not that great at football, and actually has kind of garish fashion sense. (which is a self-roast as well - see above.) I just feel like Simon/fandom put him on a pedestal, and Simon’s an unreliable narrator re: Baz anyway. So I like the idea that Baz is this average looking kinda strange nerdy guy who is everything Simon has ever wanted in life.

And before you tell me that Baz was hot at Watford and Agatha was into him, have you ever been to a tiny boarding school? Standards get weird 😂😂😂 and Terry being into him — come on. The guy’s a violent pervert.

also - back to Watford being a tiny school. Baz doesn’t have much competition to be the star of the football team. (also, does anyone except Simon even think that he is?)

16. Favourite location other than Watford

Vegas!

17, Favourite location in Watford

I’m pretty bad at Watford lore/geography bc again, I’m way more into WS. Probably the floor in the Cloisters where everything happens the same way, just a day later. There’s a fic there, but I can’t wrap my head around all the time travel implications enough to write it.

18. What would be your favourite subject at Watford?

Any potions-esque subject because I loved chemistry lab. Latin because I loved Latin in school. Uhhhh I don’t like history class, so not that — maybe a literature course focused on the derivation of spells.

19. What would your magical implement be?

Ooh! This is a good one. I’d like to think it would be a weird body piercing. Or a belt a la Gareth. Maybe some kind of traditional south Asian jewelry, like a nose chain or mang-tikka or something. maybe a hat. like, imagine your magical instrument being a fedora and you just have to...wear a fedora all the time.

21. Favourite canon spell

Hm. Kiss it better? Candle in the wind?I should try to think of a non-horny one. honestly they’re all so cool and clever - I love the magic system in CO/WS.

22. What would your eighth year spell at Watford be or do?

Maybe something from a poem I love. That would probably be pretty but not very functional. Or a healing spell.

23. Who would you want as your roommate?

Agatha is uptight, Penny is passive aggressive, Simon is a slob, Baz is both uptight and passive aggressive.

Definitely Shepard.

24. Favourite item of merchandise, official or unofficial

My @subparselkie sticker

25. Favourite book cover design

WS. Oh, another unpopular opinion - I don’t like the kevin wada cover of carry on. their faces look so weird and the colors don’t work for me. I own the version with the blue and yellow cover art instead

26. Do you want a movie? If yes - any fan casts for the movie?

Probably wouldn’t want a movie! Because I am way too possessive of these books/this version of the story. And I am historically extremely disappointed by adaptations — I get upset with the smallest of changes 😂

27. If they made a movie, what scenes do you think they’d cut that you’d be furious were missing?

See above. A LOT haha

28. If you could ask Rainbow Rowell one question, what would it be? (If you have already, you can share if you like)

What is Lamb’s full name????? Is it actually Lamb Lambert Lamborghini the third???

What is Rainbow’s relationship with sheep and goats. Why are there so many references to them

29. Have you read any of Rainbow’s other books?

Only Fangirl

30. How did you get into Carry On and/or Carry On fandom?

I read fangirl & the pages at the end mentioned carry on, so I read that, and enjoyed it but I wasn’t obsessed. Then I read WS spring 2020, reread it a bunch of times, reread CO, freaked out about the cliffhanger/cool vampire stuff/unresolved sexual tension, had pandemic cabin fever, got on AO3, and the rest is history.

As @annabellelux knows, I wrote my first (published) fanfic after reading her amazing fic Drop The Game. and the first fanfic I read was @captain-aralias’ Greener Grass. I was so obsessed that about a month later, I searched through the AO3 tags for it, because I couldn’t remember the title or author but kept thinking about it.

[crystalwillow]

The Pregnancy, Part One

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Tagging: @kiteplayschoices @brycelahelalover @obsessedheehee @eleanorbloom @fuseboxmusebox @princesslahela @vibrantlyjaz @kaavyaethanramsey @queencarb @schnitzelbutterfingers @ramseysno1rookie @caseyvalentineramsey @ethanramseyswhore @whippedforethanfreakingramsey

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It was two weeks after Ethan and Casey had returned from their honeymoon and they were now back at work. Casey sat at the briefing table in the diagnostics room zoned out on a piece of paper as she focused on trying to keep her nauseous feeling at bay. But it was no use, suddenly she snapped back to reality as she rose to her feet and bolted out of the door to the nearest toilet. This wasn't the first time she had had to bolt to a bathroom to puke like this. This was about the 4th time it was happening this week. Casey flung open the bathroom door bursting in before leaning over the sink and puking out everything that was in her stomach. A knock on the door was followed by a voice asking if she was alright, "I'm fine! she shouted back before spitting out what was left in her mouth and cleaning the bathroom sink and herself up. Once she was done, she opened the door and was surprised to see Baz standing there, a concerned look on his face "Is everything okay?" he asked, Casey nodded "yeah it's fine" she smiled. "Ethan would have come but he's kin-" Baz started to explain but stopped when fast footsteps and a frantic voice came towards them. "Baz. what's taking so long? is she okay? I asked you to report back on the status of my wife ime-" Ethan rumbled but stopped as he rounded the corner, nearly crashing right into both. He took a step back and adjusted his gaze onto Casey, his brow creasing with worry as he looked closely and saw her clammy with sweat. "You're going home" he stated, "What?? Honey, I'm fine. I must have just had a dodgy croissant with my coffee this morning or something." Casey argued calmly, "Or the milk in the coffee was dodgy" Baz chimed in. Casey nodded in agreement. "Nope. Your skin is clammy, you just threw up in the sink, and, you have bags under your eyes. I am not having a member of my team, much less my wife, at work when they are ill. Get your bag and go home." He ordered trying to hide the worry he was feeling, before turning on his heel and walking back to the diagnostics room. Baz followed mouthing a quick "I'm sorry" to Casey.

Sighing, Casey collected her bag, slipping off her white coat and headed towards the elevators, pressing the button and waiting to get in. Once it arrived at her floor, she stepped and punched the button for the ground floor. She had quite a way to go down, so she occupied herself by pulling out her phone and headphones to get them ready for her journey home on the bus. Halfway down to the ground floor, the elevator stopped, and someone stepped in, also punching the button for the ground floor. "Hey" the person said, making Casey jump. She looked up to see her bright-eyed friend Bryce standing in the elevator with her, "hey" she said back with a small smile. "What's up?" he asked as he took in her glum expression. "Ethan's sending me home because I was just sick in the sink upstairs. I honestly don't think it's anything serious, but he doesn't want 'a tired and sick member of his team. much less his wife.' at work. I mean he didn't even allow me to use mouth wash or one of those chewy toothbrush things. he just demanded I got my bag and go ho-"Casey rambled on but stopped as Bryce put a gentle hand on her shoulder holding out half a pack of gum with a smile, "Take it. I have two more packs in my locker" he said softly. Casey gave a thankful smile and took it. The two hugged goodbye and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Casey was feeling tons better as she sat on the couch at home bored. She's done everything she could have. She'd watered the house plants, walked their dog, Bleu. She's even gone round the whole house cleaning and anti-bacterialising every surface that she could. So now, she was sat staring out the window at the garden with nothing to do. Suddenly, the house phone rang making her jump but she sprinted to answer it, desperate for human interaction. "Yes! Hello! This is Casey Ramsey speaking. How may I help you??!" she shouted down the phone excitedly waiting for an answer from the person on the other end, but instead was met with a familiar deep, rich chuckle "How are you?" Ethan asked. "ugh. it's you" she replied in a teasing tone, with a smirk on her lips. "oh. charming!" Ethan said back, sounding a little taken aback and offended. Casey just laughed. They spoke for the remainder of Ethan's lunch break before hanging up and going back to what they needed to do. When Ethan got home late that night, he found Casey asleep in bed, with Bleu snuggled next to her on his side of the bed. "Charming. I've been replaced by a puppy" he mumbled to himself amusingly. He cleaned up the left-over takeout containers and snapped a picture of Casey and Bleu, before then grabbing the spare blanket, taking he couch for the night, not wanting to disturb the cute situation in the bedroom.

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of Casey yet again in the bathroom puking. Rubbing his eyes, he stumbled to the bathroom, his heart breaking in his chest when he turned to go into the bathroom at the sight of his wife hunched over the toilet crying and throwing her guts up uncontrollably. He walked in and crouched down beside her, holding her hair back and rubbing soothing circles on her back. Once the nausea spell was over Casey stood up and brushed her teeth, Ethan leaning on the door frame, looking at his wife, his brow was creased with concern. "What's going on babe? this is about the 5th day in a row this has happened" He asked with a voice full of worry. She didn't know what it was she felt, but the next thing she knew, Casey was slamming her toothbrush on the counter and snapping at her husband. She felt bad but somehow her outburst felt justified. "Why don't you think about what we've been trying to do for months. what we no longer use when we're intimate together. Why don't you just stop being such a stupid, dumb ass excuse of a man and THINK!" she screamed in his face before stomping past him back to the bedroom and slamming the door. Ethan stood there for a moment trying to process what just happened. Childhood memories came flooding back. He started to think Casey was going to start treating him the same as his mother did before she left him and his father all those years ago, but he knew his wife. and random outbursts for no reason were not her thing. Then suddenly it dawned on him. A child. They had been trying to conceive a child for almost 7 months now. Suddenly he felt what Casey must be feeling. Pure fear. she was scared, and rightly so. He knew they had been trying for a while but for it to have possibly happened after only almost 7 months of trying was quicker than either had anticipated. He went downstairs and got her a glass of water and some toast, went back upstairs gently knocking on the bedroom door before entering with the tray. "Hey. Um, I got you some breakfast. Nothing too heavy, just some lightly buttered toast and water" He said cautiously as he held the tray out. Casey sat up and took it from him. Not daring to look him in the eyes, with the guilt she felt for her unjustified, but in her mind at the time completely justified, outburst. Ethan sat down beside her, pulling her close to him to show her it was okay. "i love you" he reassured her as he kissed a deep meaningful kiss to her temple, whilst she took a bite of the toast. After she had finished breakfast, she apologized to Ethan and the two took a warm shower together, washing each other and sharing gentle hugs with tender kisses. Soon it was time for them to head to work. They planned to leave a bit earlier so that when they got there Casey could do a pregnancy test before her shift started.

Once they got to work, Casey kissed Ethan goodbye for the time being as he was starting an hour before her. She made her way to the nearest toilet and took the test. Her stomach grumbled so she put the test back in the box wrapped in tissue before shoving it back in her bag. She washed her hands then made her way to the cafeteria, where she purchased a yogurt and an apple juice. Soon 25 minutes had past, and she was nervous to look at her results. She was walking the hallways to a bathroom when she saw Tia. Bryce's girlfriend. "Tia!" she called out. Tia looked up and smiled at her "Hey Casey. What's up?" she asked friendlily "Could you check something for me? I'm a bit nervous" She confessed. "Sure" Tia answered politely, with a smile. Casey reached in her bag and passed her the test. "I took this. I need to know what it says" She told her. Tia nodded and went into the nearby storeroom. Casey followed her and faced in the opposite direction once they were inside. Tia opened the box and unwrapped the tissue. She stared at the test, a warm happiness spreading through her as a smile grew on her face. "well?" Casey asked nervously as she turned around. Tia shrugged as if she was going to say what Casey was dreading. The test is negative. But was taken by surprise when Tia turned the test to face her and it read a strong positive result. "omg." she gasped happily, stumbling back into the shelves, hand going to her stomach. "I... I'm" she was so speechless she dropped her bag and hugged Tia extremely tight as tears streamed from her eyes. Suddenly she pulled back with realization, "I've got to tell Ethan!" she exclaimed quietly, Snatching the test from Tia in excitement. Forgetting about her bag as she sprinted out of the storage room and to the elevators. Punching the button, impatiently waiting. "come on. come on." she pleaded. Soon the doors went ping and she sprinted in punch the button for hers and Ethan's floor. As it made it's way up it felt like it was taking an eternity to get to her husband. When she finally reached the floor, she sprinted out of the elevator and straight around the corner into another doctor. "so sorry. I'll make it up to you later!" She shouted as she sprinted to the diagnostics room. Looking through the glass windows as she approached, she was glad to see Ethan alone and she burst through the doors. Startled by the crash he looked up from his computer, seeing his wife standing there out of breath, then back at the time on his screen. "You don't start for another 23 minutes Casey why're yo-" he started to talk but Casey cut him off, "No. Babe, be quiet. come here. and kiss me. now" she demanded. Perplexed by what she just said, Ethan saved the files he was working on and walked over to her. Once he was close enough she grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him with the type of passion and love he had never felt before. It made him lightheaded. As much as he enjoyed, he pulled away and searched his wife's eyes trying to find an answer, but he couldn't. They were too lit up and wild with emotion. Then Casey placed the test in his hand. He looked down at it and almost fainted when he saw the result. Staggering to sit in a chair he looked at his wife with a newfound love. It was one that was deeper than the kind of love they normally shared. "we... we.... we're having a child" he said breathlessly as he felt himself tearing up. Casey sat next to him. "Yeah. We're going to be parents" she whispered happily. Leaping up suddenly, Ethan pulled Casey up with him sweeping her into another passion and emotion-built kiss. He couldn't describe this feeling. It was like happy had taken a drug, and the drug had taken a drug before happy took the drug it took. The two stood in the middle of the room sharing their moment of happiness. They knew they were at work, but everything felt like it was a million miles away. In that moment it felt like it was just them and their child.

From that moment on Ethan knew that he would do everything in his power to keep his child and love of his life safe. He said till death do us part two months prior to this moment, and he intended to carry through on that promise. Because even though he didn't know much outside of the medical world. He knew one thing. That he loves his family and will forever.

[starwarned]

Day 10 - Crossover

Carry On Countdown Day 10 - Crossover 

Good Times Experienced on AO3 (T)

“My life written as a theater production would be considered a tragedy. My life written by the good times experienced, would be considered a fairytale.” - Richie Norton

Good Times Experienced

“How much longer?” 

Baz sighs, completely exasperated at this point. He turns in his uncomfortable airplane seat to throw a (kind of) playful glare in Simon’s direction. “Five minutes, Snow. Exactly three minutes less than when you asked me three minutes ago.” 

Simon pouts, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. 

Shep, just next to Simon in the window seat, is sleeping with his head pressed against the window in a seemingly uncomfortable position. He snorts a bit in his sleep and shifts around. 

“Should I wake him up?” Simon asks. 

Baz shakes his head. “I’m sure he’ll wake up when we land.” 

Despite being slightly irritated by Simon’s incessant demand for their ETA, Baz is holding his hand tightly and is unlikely to put it down anytime soon. They’re close to landing and Baz hates to show weakness but planes freak him out a bit. 

When they do finally land, Simon takes the time to rub his thumb over the top of Baz’s to make sure he’s alright as well as awkwardly reach his other arm over to brush Baz’s hair gently out of his face. 

Baz appreciates it so much that he thinks his appendix is going to explode. Having to go to an American hospital because his boyfriend is being too nice to him is not an attractive scenario to Baz so he forces himself to take deep breaths and stop thinking about how wonderful Simon is. 

Shep does wake up when they land, starting and sitting up straight, a trail of dried drool on his chin that Simon points out tactlessly (“Mate, you’ve got some shit on your face.”). 

Disembarking from the plane is fine, going through customs is bothersome as always, and getting into the Uber is just as Baz had suspected it would be - awkward. The poor driver has no idea that the backseat of his Toyota is occupied by a cursed and insufferable Normal, a half-dragon boy with wings that threaten to pop out of his back at any moment, and a vampire who hasn’t fed in far too long (he couldn’t exactly take an extra supply of blood on the airplane).

They drive straight there. 

They’re supposed to meet Penny and Agatha. Penny had left a few days prior - something about needing girl time with Agatha (which Simon and Baz theorized was just time for Penelope to get Agatha’s opinion on her dating Shep). 

The moment they pull up, Shepard is clambering out of the Uber, successfully smacking Baz in the shoulder with his backpack in his rush to get out and see Penelope. Baz gives Simon an exasperated look before thanking the Uber driver and getting himself and Simon out without much more awkwardness. He gives the driver a good rating because it can’t be easy to have Shep be talking your ear off the entire drive - Baz has been through it before and he wasn’t particularly fond of the experience. 

“Whoa,” Simon says once they’re out of the car and safely onto the sidewalk. 

Baz hums in agreement. There are a lot of people and Baz feels the need to crowd in towards Simon so that he doesn’t end up losing him. Also, it’s cold. 

They find Penny and Agatha near the front gates. Agatha gives them all a polite wave. Penny hugs Simon (who awkwardly accepts it) and Baz (who hugs her back goodnaturedly), then gives Shep a very uncomfortable high-five. 

Baz is going to be extremely upset if they don’t get over their shit and kiss while they’re on this trip. It certainly is the place to have a first kiss. 

“Look, Baz,” Simon says, tugging at Baz’s sleeve and pointing out the sign. 

“Yes, I can read, Simon,” Baz says teasingly. 

Really, he’s just as excited as Simon is. He’s the one who planned and booked this trip after all. 

“You can see the tree!” Simon says, pointing again like a child. 

Baz loves him a lot. 

And sure enough, just over the giant Disneyland sign, there’s the tip of a Christmas tree. It must be fucking huge if they can see it from here. 

Getting through the security line and then even into the park is slow - seeming even slower every time that Shepard checks his watch and insists that if they don’t get in there soon, they won’t be able to ride x. (Replace x with multiple rides - Indiana Jones, Space Mountain, Winnie the Pooh. Baz doesn’t recognize any of the names, but he’s seen some of the movies he supposes.) 

The park is decked out for Christmas and it’s absolutely lovely. The tree at the front of the park is huge, there are garlands and wreaths on every single roof and door respectively, and when Baz spots Mickey and Minnie Mouse walking around, they have on little festive outfits. 

There are far too many walking blood bags around, but Penny prepared well and brought Baz a Capri Sun full of pig’s blood. He sips it and tries not to flinch every time a person with a cross steps too close to him. 

Shep takes them to Space Mountain first. He’s only been to the park once and it was when he was fourteen, but it’s more than the rest of them so he’s taken on the role as the resident Disneyland expert. 

By the time they’ve ridden four or five rides and have stopped to get churros, Baz decides that he loves it here. There’s something about the atmosphere, about the way that Simon is so carefree here. He’s kissed Baz three times in front of other people and it’s still early in the day. Baz hopes Simon will kiss him again with churro in his mouth - the combination of Simon and sugar sounds irresistible. They’ve been holding hands all around the park and have sat together on every single ride. 

Baz doesn’t ever want to go back. He doesn’t have to worry about magic here - it’s cheesy, but this place feels magic. He has barely spared home or his family or anything plaguing his real life a second thought. All he’s thinking about is how good Simon looks in the sunlight and how much he wants to ride Haunted Mansion. 

It doesn’t matter that they’re only going to be here for two days. It doesn’t matter that Penelope has to respell Simon’s wings every few hours. Baz hasn’t been this happy in months. 

And when Simon drags him into the restroom to kiss him in one of the stalls, Baz thinks he is truly in the Happiest Place on Earth. 

[fantasyoverreality98]

Now You Know

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Isabelle Rosenberg)

Book: Open Heart

Summary: Isabelle remembers a romantic moment shared with Ethan a few days earlier, and makes the decision to confess her feelings for him.

Author’s Note: Inspiration struck very late, and this was the result. I’m sorry for any potential typos, editing in the early morning is not a good idea. As always, thank you so much to anyone who takes the time to read, like, comment, and/or reblog! You guys are the reason I continue to write, and words could never do my appreciation for you justice.

Tag: @aylamreads

Warnings: None really; slightly suggestive

Word Count: 1,610

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Six months had passed since Isabelle and Ethan had addressed their feelings for each other. For the most part, the two were able to keep things professional. Until one small moment of weakness.

Then, it was game over.

Isabelle sat on the train, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to think of what to say. Words seemed impossible to convey her emotions. How could she ever tell Ethan that she loved him without sounding insane?

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

She glanced up at an elderly woman, and shook her head, picking her bag up and placing it in her lap. The woman took a seat beside her and they lapsed back into silence.

There was no way that Ethan would feel the same. He might drop hints, do whatever she asked, find any excuse to spend time with her…but that meant nothing.

At least, for six months it had meant nothing.

“Ethan, do you think you could look over some files for me?”

He looked up from his computer, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. “Sure. What’s the problem?”

Isabelle started to explain, but she found herself distracted by his closeness. She took a shaky breath, aware that the way she stared at his lips was hardly professional.

“Rookie?” Ethan’s eyes widened a bit, and his face flushed pink. “Sorry. Dr. Rosenberg. Are you okay?”

It would be so easy to kiss him. “You know, you can still call me Rookie.” Her lips twitched when his eyes met hers. “I’ve grown rather fond of the nickname.”

He shook his head, clearing his throat as he focused back on the files. “Anyway, I think that you should run a test for—”

None of his advice registered in her brain. Isabelle was too busy staring, remembering what it felt like to have those lips on hers. She thought of the night in Ethan’s apartment, and how no one else had ever made her feel the way he had.

His lips against her skin, the way he’d gripped her hips as they moved in sync, the sound of—

“Isabelle, are you even paying attention?”

Screw it. She leaned forward, hesitating for just a second before kissing him. Ethan jerked forward, banging his forehead against hers. Wincing, she started to pull back, but he grabbed her face and brought her lips back to his.

Butterflies swirled in her stomach, and Isabelle held onto Ethan as if he was her life force. Every moment without his touch had been worth it for this kiss. She had always been the type of woman who knew what she wanted.

And she wanted Ethan Ramsey. Unapologetically, uncontrollably, undeniably.

Before things could escalate, just as he pulled back to kiss her neck, there was a knock at the office door.

The two of them sprung apart, and Ethan cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. “Come in.”

Baz peered inside, grinning when he saw Isabelle. “Ah, Dr. Rosenberg. Fancy meeting you here. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

At the question, Ethan’s face turned an even darker shade of pink. “We were just looking over some patient files. How can I help you?” He looked over at Isabelle, who was sitting several feet away now. “Is it alright with you if we discuss this at another time?”

“Sure.” She could feel heat spreading across her own face, mumbling goodbye to Baz before grabbing the files and hurrying from the room.

A laugh slipped past her lips as Isabelle stood from her seat to get off at her stop. Baz knew about them, she had no doubts about that. The same went for June. In fact, the chances of most of the hospital staff having some sort of awareness about their short fling were high.

“What’s the smile for? Thinking about me?” Bryce sidled up to her, giving her a playful nudge in the ribs. He winked when their eyes met.

Isabelle laughed and shook her head. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not.”

“Aw.” He gave her a fake pout, and she rolled her eyes. “So, who is making you grin like that? Someone I know?”

There was no way someone hadn’t told him about the morning she’d been caught trying to sneak Ethan out of the apartment. If there was one person that Isabelle knew without a doubt was aware of her past with Ethan, it was Bryce.

“Maybe,” she said, humming to herself as the two of them walked into the hospital. “See you later?”

Bryce nodded, his attention on the other surgeons gathered at the end of the hall. “Definitely. See ya, Iz.”

“See ya.” She waved at him before making her way to the locker room.

Eventually, the initial excitement wore off, replaced with a sense of dread. What if Ethan rejected her again? Or, even worse, what if he laughed at her confession? It seemed extremely likely that he would react that way. They hadn’t been together in nearly a year.

The fear haunted her for the rest of the day. When the time came for her to go to his office and lay her feelings bare, Isabelle had to force herself to walk in the right direction. Every muscle, every instinct, screamed for her to run away.

“Yes?” Ethan’s voice was muffled when she knocked on the door.

Isabelle opened her mouth to answer, but the door swung open before she could get a word out. For a moment, the two of them stood facing each other, locked in a strange wordless exchange.

This was it. She had promised herself to come clean, consequences be damned. It was time to tell the truth, even if it left her feeling empty, scared, alone.

“Can I talk to you?” Somehow, she managed to keep some strength in her voice.

Ethan watched her a moment, nodding as he stepped aside. “Of course.”

When Isabelle turned around to face him again, she noticed the tension in his shoulders. He stood near the door, pausing for several seconds before he shut it. A clock ticked somewhere on the wall while they looked at each other.

Finally, Isabelle risked a step closer. “I think we need to talk about—well, about us.”

“There is no us.” Ethan responded immediately, though his face betrayed his words. “There can’t be, Isabelle. We’ve had this discussion several times already.”

She shook her head, taking another step closer. “Fine. I just came here to say something.” Fear began to claw at her, but she shoved it back in its cage. “I—”

Ethan shook his head, the pleas reflected in his eyes when he looked down at her.

Isabelle carried on. “I’ve been thinking about the kiss for the past three days. And it made me realize something.” This was it. This was the moment when six months of keeping a distance would crumble. “I love you, Ethan.”

He exhaled loudly, his hand trembling slightly when he started to reach out for her. But before he could touch her, Ethan pulled back, standing up straight as his eyes darted around the room.

“And I know that you probably don’t feel the same, but—”

“What makes you think I don’t feel the same?” He seemed to snap out of his trance, looking up at her again.

Isabelle frowned. “You’re always saying that we can’t be together. I assume that means the feelings aren’t mutual.”

Ethan laughed, taking a step closer to her. “Is that really what you think? That I don’t have feelings for you?”

Now, she felt annoyed. Isabelle glared, realizing that he hadn’t responded to her saying she loved him. She took a step closer to him. There was now less than a few feet separating them. “Well, what am I supposed to think? You keep pushing me away.”

“Isabelle—”

“Just give me an answer, Ethan! I’m tired of running around in circles with you. Do you care about me at all, or is this just some kind of game to you?”

Ethan sighed, staring into her eyes. Her frustration with him only increased. Isabelle tried her best not to groan, opening her mouth to take her annoyance out on him further, when he grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss.

Immediately, she relaxed, committing this moment to memory. Just in case.

They kissed with urgency, six months of holding back bursting in one swift movement. Isabelle ran her fingers along Ethan’s jaw, savoring the feel of his stubble underneath her fingertips. He gripped her by the waist, fingers digging into her sides as he kissed her repeatedly.

“Damn it, Isabelle,” Ethan groaned against her lips, but he didn’t stop.

Her hip bumped the corner of his desk when they backed up, but it didn’t bother her. For too long, Isabelle had been dreaming of a moment like this. Even if it was just for a few minutes, Ethan Ramsey was all hers once more.

All she could think of was his lips against hers, memories of nights spent entangled flashing in her mind. She wanted him. She needed this.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” It surprised her to hear Ethan say those words, his hands fumbling with her lab coat.

Isabelle helped him slip it off, her heart pounding when Ethan lifted her onto his desk.

Any second now, someone could walk in on them and shatter the illusion. They would have a lot of explaining to do if they got caught. Still, she didn’t care. Now that Ethan knew how she felt, there was no turning back.

All she could do was hope that there would be a happy ending.

[notyourdoe]

ayyyy! we’ve finally got an intro, kids! to kick it off, i’m baz and a certified Disaster™️. i’m here to bring you my Disaster Child™️, dorcas. i honestly can’t wait to throw her sarcastic, foolish self at y’all, so let’s get to it shall we?

p.s. this is inevitably going to be long and obnoxious so like...i apologize in advance rip.

lets pray we stay young; stay made out of lightnin’.

↳ GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: dorcas selene meadowes. NICKNAME(S): doe, dork, meadowes, dorkass if you’re feelin’ reckless. AGE: 26. DATE OF BIRTH: april 13th. GENDER: cis female. NATIONALITY: english. HERITAGE: black, ukrainian. SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): fluent in english, latin, and french. speaks very broken spanish, but understands most. OCCUPATION: auror. RELIGION: agnostic. SEXUALITY: pansexual, panromantic.

↳ APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: paulina singer. HEIGHT: 5’5”. WEIGHT: 127 lb. DOMINANT HAND: left. HAIR COLOR: brown. EYE COLOR: brown. SCARS: scattered scars on both knees from falling while learning to ride a bike, a five inch long scar on the middle of her back around her right ribcage from a curse she caught during the war, a scar on her upper, left thigh from spilling a hot kettle on herself. TATTOOS: the rune for resistance on her inner left wrist, ‘all my love, always’ in her mother’s handwriting on her inner, right bicep WEAPON OF CHOICE: wand. POWER(S): wordless magic.

↳ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: london, england. CURRENT RESIDENCE: london, england. FINANCIAL STATUS: middle class. EDUCATION LEVEL:

o.w.l.s

potions - e

charms - o

transfiguration - o

herbology - a

care of magical creatures - e

history of magic - o

defense against the dark arts - o

n.e.w.t.s

potions - e

charms - o

transfiguration - e

care of magical creatures - a

history of magic - e

defense against the dark arts - o

FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: nathaniel meadowes「 father, 51, primary school teacher, muggle 」; aaya meadowes ( née davies )「 mother, 39, auror, witch, deceased 」; thalia meadowes「 sister, 24, muggle 」; taryn meadowes「 brother, 24, muggle 」; dodge meadowes「 brother, 22, wizard 」

↳ EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: entp. ENNEAGRAM: 8w7 - the maverick. TEMPERAMENT: choleric. MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good. SIN: pride. VIRTUE: courage. ZODIAC: aries sun, gemini moon, virgo rising. ELEMENT: fire. CHARACTER INSPIRATION: julia wicker, rose hathaway, kat stratford. CHARACTER PLAYLIST: coming soon.

↳ PAST

full bio is here. 

↳ PERSONALITY

intimidating as she may be, dorcas is genuinely kind and caring, despite her prickly and sometimes off-putting exterior. all dorcas has ever wanted to do is the right thing and help those who don’t have the skills or confidence to do it for themselves. genuinely, all dorcas wants to do is make the world a better place, but she 100% does not always get it right. for as much as dorcas wants to do the right thing, she’s a very confrontational, sarcastic person. stepping on toes is definitely something doe is incredibly good at, though she usually doesn’t mean to. if someone sticks around through her social missteps, dorcas is a fiercely loyal and wickedly fun friend. she’s constantly getting into some kind of trouble ( of both the serious and whimsical variety ), so she’s a guaranteed adventure. the impulsive streak in dorcas has definitely ebbed since she was young, but every so often it does rear it’s ugly head - usually when she’s fighting or in extremely emotional situations. one could say, she doesn’t handle those well. despite aaaaalladat, dorcas is insanely focused when she’s at work. it doesn’t matter that she’s extremely good at her job, dorcas constantly feels like she’s got something to prove and  tl;dr - she’s a bog goofball with a big heart and wicked temper. 

↳ WANTED PLOTS / DYNAMICS

okay so i haven’t thought these out or gone super in depth on them yet, but as far as some jumping off points go:

friends from hogwarts - both from gryffindor and other houses. dorcas was an obnoxiously social person in school, so she wouldn’t have let houses stop her from befriending anyone

former flames - both from school and after. can be any gender!

literally please give me all the adversarial dynamics! be it an enemies to lovers type jam or a mutual tolerance with just...all the sarcastic banter. or flat out hatred. i want it all pls.

auror friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bonus points for superiors who begrudgingly put up with her shenanigans.

other ministry friends also!

obvs we also need a best friend. forever accepting applications.

a work wife/husband/partner????

childhood pals! we love a ‘we pretended to marry each other when we were six’ type beat.

fwb type deal.

a will they/won’t they.

honestly we’re up for anything, so if you have open dynamics/connections you wanna toss our way, i’m down

aaaand yuh! that’s what i have for y’all at the moment! i’m more than happy to plot or screech about hc’s, so drop me a dm or whateva! i’m v excited to get started!!