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[corpsedork]

some of the aus in the trevorverse unos like fucking prismo dude

trevor and blair belong to @unoriginal-and-dumb

the aus in order are zombie au, split au, dead space au and ttrevor if he was rick and blair was like idk bp which i think is really cool

ask to save/use my art

[riddles-n-games]

Headcanon for how the Hawthorne brothers chose their alerting song for Secret Santa: Nan got caught in a particularly well hidden trap one time when the boys were younger and she was pretty annoyed. During the time, in all irony, music from a nearby radio was tuned into a station and playing Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. She threatened to tell their grandfather so that he'd cancel all future Secret Santa events and all the boys were afraid she would really do that. So they did everything they could to help her or do something nice for her but really she was just joking and was really happy to have the boys spend more time with her.

[catfindr]

[sadiekqne]

every single scene in auntie em’s was GOLDEN but particularly the tense moment after percy admits he didn’t think he and annabeth could ever be friends and annabeth extends the proverbial olive branch by telling him alecto offered a trade - percy in exchange for hades helping their quest - and percy asks, “what did you say?” “i killed her sister.” and as if it couldn’t get ANY BETTER percy then admits medusa wanted him to turn on grover and annabeth but instead he cut off her head. literally a minute turnaround from saying he only wanted annabeth along because the betrayal from her wouldn’t have hurt because they’d never be friends to then realising he’d already fought and killed for her - and would do so again in a heartbeat. THAT’S HOW YOU WRITE TELEVISION BABY.

[clarissaweasley-10]

Thinking about "Don't Stop"

[haniya1234]

AAAAH okay so pain at the right gun takes place before TBH..so it’s not possible for it to be like tobias’s backstory like we were all guessing? Any ideas what it could be, maybe something about Thomas 👀

[witchrealms]

(x)

[smallturtlebomb]

I need a bitch like aba AND paracelsus

[queen-isabelle-writes]

grayson 4 prez fic

Ok, I need help y'all, cause i've got a couple ideas.

Grayson and Lyra had a one-night stand, and now they have to get married cause he's running for president and she's pregnant

Grayson is running for president and Lyra is his campaign manager (?) who hates him

Grayson is running for president with Lyra as his vice president, but they have to keep the fact that they have a child together a secret (IDK how I'd pull this one off, but i love the drama)

Grayson is running for president with Lyra as his vice president but they secretly hate each other (and also secretly hook up?)

I don't have a fifth idea, but if you have an idea, please feel free to message me or something! I could use someone to bounce ideas off of!!

[rosietrace]

⟨ The Inheritance Games ⟩ | “I wouldn't marry me, either.”

CHAPTER 1 — The girl from New Castle, Connecticut

The Inheritance Games belongs to Jennifer Lynn Barnes

SYNOPSIS — What if things had been different, when Avery inherited the old man's fortune? What if Alisa did some puzzle solving of her own, and what if Nash started to feel something for Alisa he thought he'd never feel in a long time?

MAIN TAGS — Canon divergence, Exes to Lovers, slowburn, angst with happy ending, suggestive-ish, oc inserts, WHAT-IF, mention of character death

| [ The Following is a fanfiction that drifts away from the original source material. If you aren't interested in anything relating to Alisa Ortega, Nash Hawthorne, or anything about The Inheritance Games in general, this fic probably isn't for you. ] |

“Who is Avery Kylie Grambs?”

Was a question Alisa had asked before her father had elaborated further on the matter of ‘Avery Kylie Grambs’.

Mr. Ortega was understanding of his daughter's puzzled feelings on the matter, and was well aware that Alisa hadn't been in the best of moods recently.

Ever since the death of Tobias Hawthorne, the media hounded the Hawthorne family and everyone remotely Hawthorne-adjacent for even the tiniest sliver of information they could capitalize; what didn't help was the continuous persistence of Skye, Zara, and Zara's husband Constantine on getting the Will reading over with.

Skye, worst of all, revelling in the attention-hogging media outlets and just barely given enough assurances of the Will reading to not, metaphorically, drop a bomb on the press.

Naturally, Mr. Ortega only discussed the facts with his daughter in regards to the situation of the mystery girl listed in the required presence.

“Avery Kylie Grambs is a seventeen year old girl currently residing in New Castle, Connecticut,” her father had begun with his overview, “her mother had died two years prior, and her biological father is notably absent from her life.”

As her father continued to give a rundown of information on Avery, Alisa had quietly listed each of them down in her head, one by one.

Avery — or as Alisa had referred to her, “Ms. Grambs” — had lost her mother when she was fifteen, and for a majority of her life, her father had been notably absent and hadn't bothered to reach out to her. After the death of her mother, Avery was taken under the care of her half sister— Libby Grambs.

The girl was just barely scraping by, working at a hole-in-the-wall diner. Alisa's eyebrows knitted together as she processed the rest of the information her father provided for her about Ms. Grambs.

Everything else had gone deaf to Alisa, too focused on listening to her father's provided Intel than on anything else; all until Mr. Ortega had finished his overview of Avery's life with, “For the better part of three weeks, the firm had been sending letters to Ms. Grambs inviting her to the reading of Mr. Hawthorne's Will.”

“As of yesterday, Grayson Hawthorne had taken it upon himself to pay a visit to Ms. Grambs’ high school— and she is currently on a flight to Texas with her sister, and is expected to arrive tomorrow.”

Alisa nodded. “And what exactly must I do in regards to Ms. Grambs’ attendance of the Will reading?”

Alisa had expected anything but the response her father had provided her. “You will be representing the firm as her liaison during her visit.”

She blinked a multitude of times, eighteen times, total. “What?”

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And that was how she'd gotten her in this situation— exiting a black sedan in an all dare-the-devil-to-ruin-it white power suit, and waiting for Avery and Libby Grambs to move past security.

The second they did, Alisa drew near. “Ms. Grambs,” from one girl to the next, she nodded to Avery, then to her sister, adding on an identical greeting. “Ms. Grambs.”

She turned, very well expecting the two girls to follow and keeping up a professional stance once they did. “I'm Alisa Ortega,” Alisa said, “from McNamara, Ortega, and Jones.”

A pause, then a continuation. “You are a very hard young woman to get ahold of,” Alisa cast a sideways glance at Avery.

To which Avery simply shrugged. “I live in my car.”

“She doesn't live there,” Libby Grambs interjected quickly. “Tell her you don't.”

A hum left Alisa's lips before she continued her very obviously perfunctory speech of greeting for the two Grambs daughters.

“We're so glad you could make it.”

Alisa added, “During your time in Texas, you're to consider yourselves guests of the Hawthorne family. I'll be your liaison to the firm. Anything you need while you're here, come to me.”

Casting another glance at Avery, Alisa could guess what the girl was thinking from a mile away; Usually, lawyers bill by the hour, but the Hawthorne family was a family with more means than the average family.

She has a very expressive face, Alisa thought, barely managing to stop a bare hint of a smirk on her face.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Alisa asked, striding toward an automatic door without so much as slowing her pace when it seemed like the door might not open in time.

Avery waited before she could reply. “How about some information?”

What a way to narrow it down. “You'll have to be more specific.”

“Do you know what's in the will?”

“I do not.”

Turning a corner, Alisa gestured to a black sedan idling near the curb, opening the back door for Avery and her sister before she occupied the passenger seat.

She sent the driver — one of Oren's men — a glance. And in reply, they grunted out an acknowledgement to go along with a nod.

Only then did Alisa continue speaking. “You’ll find out what's in the will soon enough,” Alisa said, her words crisp and neat as much as her dare-the-devil-to-ruin-it white suit.

“We all will. The reading is scheduled for shortly after your arrival at Hawthorne House.”

Based on the dazed expressions from both Avery and her sister, Alisa could at least understand their befuddlement. Hawthorne House, not the Hawthornes’ house. Like some kind of English manor, complete with its own name.

“Is that where we'll be staying?” Libby Grambs asked, her head tilted. “Hawthorne House?”

“You'll have your pick of bedrooms,” Alisa assured, leaning the side of her face against her fist. “Mr. Hawthorne bought the land the House is built on more than fifty years ago and spent every one of those years adding into the architectural marvel he built there.”

Alisa looked out of the window, the black sedan passing by a multitude of sky-high office buildings, hotels. With the movements of those outside slowed down.

“I've lost track of the number of bedrooms, but it's upward of thirty. Hawthorne House is… quite something.”

To which Avery pressed her luck by saying, “I'm guessing Mr. Hawthorne was quite something, too?”

Alisa gave the ‘mystery girl’ a glance. “Good guess,” she said, “Mr. Hawthorne was fond of good guessers.”

Assessing the look on Avery's face, Alisa pitied the girl. A girl who knew nothing on why she was listed in the Will, none the wiser to anything the old man had planned for this day.

It was Avery's sister's turn to ask questions, now. “How well did you know him?”

“My father has been Tobias Hawthorne's attorney since before I was born.” Alisa's voice softened. She thought about her father, her mother, the love they shared; the time she spent in Hawthorne House, getting lost in the walls of the mansion and playing games of mystery and puzzle solving.

“I spent a lot of time at Hawthorne House, growing up.”

Tobias Hawthorne wasn't just a client to Alisa. He was more than that. It wasn't just his grandsons the old man had a hand in raising.

“Do you have any idea why I'm here?” Asked Avery. “Why he'd leave me anything at all?”

“Are you the world-saving type?”

Hardly an ordinary question, Avery must've thought. Alisa would've agreed; but she felt obligated to assess who Avery Kylie Grambs was— where she stood.

“No?” The tone of Avery's voice was of the guessing type.

Another question. A continuation, a curiosity. “Ever had your life ruined by a Hawthorne?”

Avery sounded more sure of herself when she answered. “No.”

Alisa smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She thought about that vow she'd made, that promise to both herself... and to Nash. Never lose your heart to a Hawthorne.

“Lucky you.”

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[draculathedansemacabre]

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🧛Dracula Daily Ask Game🧛

Question: ✍️WRITING HAND If you could change one thing about Dracula, what would it be?

Answer:

Gabriel Urbina: Bahahaha, this one's easy.

I love the novel. I've loved it since I first read it when I was in my early 20's. I think its prose is beautiful, I think its format is genius, and I think its characters are some of the best in horror literature. And I think clever, kind, extraordinary Mina Murray/Harker is first among equals in my heart.

And every time that one of the other characters ushered her out of a room so that they could discuss how to solve the plot, I screamed and threw my book across the room.

I think that Mina is, even with all the recognition she gets, one of the great underrated characters and especially one of the great underrated detectives of literature. I think she could go toe to toe with Hercule Poirot and the like. (She could easily kick the crap out of Dupin as far as I'm concerned.) Every time she is allowed to drive the plot, the book just kicks into its highest gears for me.

So as a reader, as much as I've always loved the book, there's always been a shadow version of the book underneath it that I've been able to half-glimpse. A version of the story that was much more squarely a confrontation between the powers of Dracula and the intellect of Mina Harker. Something that paired down some of the other plots of the book and just let those two go at each other with everything they had.

And so... that's more of less what I've tried to do with Danse Macabre!

[averagetmntfan]

Sooooo just wondering if you ever definitively chose a voiceclaim for Chris

Besides the one you found, nurrppe-

[riddles-n-games]

So, it's not just an Avery thing. Both Grambs sisters have a thing for shirtless men confirmed. Make that Hawthorne men, shirtless Hawthorne men.

[arias-archive]

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE BEST BOOK CHARACTERS: AVERY KYLIE GRAMBS. I LOVE U SO MUCH AND TY FOR INSPIRING ME TO BE SO MUCH MORE <333

(oh and a big fuck u to emily)

[lesrabiates]

A brand new video for "Lovely How I Let My Mind Flow" by Swim Two Birds, originally recorded in 2001 and now fully remastered. Enjoy a wild trip! Achim Färber on drums!