#I have 4 new ocs and no progress on the other thing

[see-arcane]

It's a special day in Dracula!

Jonathan experiences a flashback to the Horrors, Mina experiences bisexuality in the wild, and the poor nameless Pretty Girl in Piccadilly rides out of the story, parcel in hand and chic cartwheel hat on, oblivious to the Count stalking after her. In honor of the anonymous young lady who proves for a third time that Dracula and Mina have literally the exact same taste—Jonathan, Lucy, random beauties on the street—I wanted to take a crack at giving her an identity.

But I am also indecisive as hell, so she can be one of a number of pretty persons of note. For example…

Miss Piccadilly #1: Clarimonde

My original favorite choice, if only because I love the idea of Clarimonde still cruising around after the heartbreak she left behind in her own story, “La Morte Amoureuse” (The Dead Woman in Love), aka “Clarimonde.” She is now and always the undead Parisian party queen of my heart, but I could see her traveling around to dabble in hedonism in other corners of the world. Naturally she has to go and catch the attention of the local aristos. Human or otherwise.

But, of course, she is psychic and can read Dracula like a bloodstained book. Keep walking, bat bastard. Her vampiric voluptuousness is reserved for VIPs. (Maybe that fetching mourning couple she saw gawking in the park…)

Miss Piccadilly #2: Helen Vaughan

Oh, Helen Vaughan, elegant hostess and demigoddess horror supreme. I don’t care what Arthur Machen says, your story did not end with the conclusion of The Great God Pan. You were life and death and human and beast and all the hideous realities in-between and a mortal end could never keep you down. Especially not when you have so many paramours left to entertain! So many secrets profane and maddening to share! One of these days you’ll catch one who won’t dissolve into madness and self-destruction after a little innocent eldritch chit-chat.

Like this charming Count here! Count? Count, where are you going? Count, she just wants you to meet her dad—why are you running? Why are you running?

Miss Piccadilly #3: Luna Blue

What’s this? An OC?

Well, of course. No one’s actually naming their child Luna Blue in the late 1800s; that’s just her professional pseudonym. It’s amazing how well the spiritualist movement can work out for a girl with a knack for shuffling painted cards or chatting with the night sky and the occasional planchette. She can even boast something more than showmanship behind her skill. The sort of ‘something’ that worried Transylvanians might whisper about in fear on a certain haunted date while a likewise worried solicitor breaks out the polyglot dictionary.

She recognizes Dracula for what he is as surely as he recognizes her. No, she is not interested, voivode. Even if she was, she’d be out a benefactor within—a hard look at him here; cold and far—oh dear. Scarcely more than a month. At least by her guess. But oh, there is good news in his future too! He shall cross paths with an old friend soon! How lovely. She’s certain these things are not connected. Don’t even worry about it.

Miss Piccadilly #4: Cosette Marchand

The fourth and final young lady in the roster is one more original character and she deserves absolutely none of the horror coming her way. This is Miss Cosette Marchand, an artist by hobby and profession. The parcel received from the jeweler’s was a commissioned necklace and earrings she designed herself. A glittering birthday gift for her mother who will chide her for such an extravagance, Cosy, she has no place to wear such things! But they are lovely…

She’s so lost in her daydreaming that she doesn’t realize the hansom behind her has been following the victoria since leaving Piccadilly Square. All the way home. Home, where there are no bloodletting suitors, no wise professors, no divine or diabolic powers to forestall the natural progression of things between predator and prey. There is only a nightmare waiting for her, unobstructed.

…By anything other than my own bleeding heart. I’m too attached. She has to make it.

So.

How does Miss Marchand’s story go?

Turns out, her mother has some experience in these matters. Her mother being one Laura Marchand, who left a thirsty terror of her own behind twenty years ago. One she has mourned as much as feared in the time between the love of a husband eaten by war and the sharper kisses of a girl far more than a friend or living being. She recognizes the sour reflection of Carmilla’s eagerness in the Thing pretending to be a nobleman at the door. She still has General Spielsdorf’s axe. She has kept the steel sharp. Tonight she will whet it sharper still, from dusk until dawn.

You see all that yellow in her dress. It’s recently become one of her favorite colors, owing to a most diverting play she happened to read. Such lush storytelling! What decadent inspiration! She simply had to design something fine in honor of it. She does hope her mother will appreciate the artful way the gold was wrought, twisting in echo of the Sign. A mother who has gone so strangely still since she happened to glance at the second act of the play. Still and cold. Perhaps she will be cheered by her gift and their guests. There is a nobleman at the door, Mother! And there, see, leaking from the yellow damask wall is His Tattered Majesty—oh. Where has their visitor gone? He shall miss the masquerade! Ah, well. His loss.

Scheherazade…2! In which Miss Marchand pulls a Jonathan by stalling via playing to charm and utility. She wears many hats beside the cartwheel when it comes to the arts. Portraiture, fashion in fabric and ornaments. Surely the Count can savor the spider-and-fly game a little longer for that and some pretty panicked smiles. Look how much patience and frustration he burned on Lucy! Yes, yes, a little while longer to draw things out, play at flirtation between artist and patron, isn’t this nice? Ha ha. (Please don’t drink me please don’t drink me please don’t drink me.)

Well. She got drinked. And maybe succumbed to death before the Count could get slain. But the bat bastard does get put down eventually and she still gets to pop back up! Good news: She’s not under the Count’s thrall! She can think and act for herself! Nice! Bad news: Vampire. At least she can drink her problems* away. (*Problems with names like Atherton, Wotton, Gray…)

Her neighbors are the other three Piccadilly girls. Dracula makes his way downtown, walking fast, walking faster— 

Werewolf free space.

[crossfandomskylines]

In the Space Between: Chapter 5

Other Chapters:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Gabby gets a glimpse of what it means to date someone as popular as Glen Powell. From navigating his crazy schedule and being apart to watching him charm his way through a high-profile interview, she begins to feel the weight of their two very different worlds. Meanwhile, Glen’s unwavering determination to keep their relationship private—and her protected—reveals just how deeply he values what they’re building together. This chapter explores the tender balance of love, trust, and privacy in the early days of their relationship.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None.

A/N: This chapter is paced a little bit slower. It's kind of more of a filler chapter. The next chapter will have a little more storyline progression, promise!

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Tag List: @djs8891 @queenslandlover-93

Gabby’s phone buzzed on her nightstand, stirring her from sleep. She blinked against the morning light and picked it up, smiling when she saw Glen’s name lighting up the screen. 

Glen: Morning, gorgeous. Just finished my workout and figured I’d better text before you forgot what I looked like.

Gabby: Trust me, I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon 😉 How’s NYC?

Glen: Busy but good! Could be better if I was with you. What are you up to?

Gabby: Eating breakfast. What’s your day looking like?

Glen texted back, sharing a quick rundown of the interviews and meetings he had lined up, adding in funny emojis and exaggerations to make her laugh. 

Then a selfie popped up—him grinning in the studio, hair styled to perfection, with a coffee in hand and a silly look on his face.

Gabby: Looking good! If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a serious big-name celebrity or something.

Glen: Don’t go putting me in that category. 😉 I’ll FaceTime you after the red carpet later, okay?

Gabby: Deal. And good luck with press today!

Gabby lay back, smiling as she held her phone. Even from miles away, Glen made her feel like she was right there with him. As she got ready for her day, her mind kept drifting back to him, feeling grateful that he was making her such a priority even from the opposite side of the country.

* * * * *

Gabby propped her phone up against a stack of textbooks on her desk, smiling when Glen’s face appeared on the screen. He was leaning back on a hotel bed somewhere in New York City, his eyes a little tired but his grin lighting up as soon as he saw her.

“Hey,” she greeted, noticing the faint lines of exhaustion around his eyes. “Long day?”

He laughed softly, brushing a hand through his hair. “You have no idea. But I want to hear about you. How was your day?”

Gabby rolled her eyes, amused. “My day was nothing compared to yours. You had back-to-back interviews, red carpet events, and probably got to eat fancy food. Meanwhile, I went to the grocery store, paid bills, and folded laundry.”

“I still want to hear all about it,” he said, his voice low and warm. He leaned forward a little, as if by sheer will he could get even closer to her through the screen. “Come on, don’t leave anything out.”

With a playful eye-roll, she recounted her day, describing her trip to the mall and her struggles finding parking. Glen listened like it was the most fascinating thing he’d heard, chiming in with little jokes and plenty of encouragement. She could tell he genuinely cared about the little things, and it made her heart skip a beat.

After a few moments of quiet, Glen’s voice came through softly, a hint of excitement in his tone. “You know...I was thinking. When I get back to L.A., maybe we could plan to do something together? Just us.”

Gabby’s smile widened, and she leaned closer to the screen. “Like a date? Or just hanging out?”

“Maybe both,” he replied with a grin. “We could grab dinner somewhere cozy, maybe take a drive along the coast, or even just spend a lazy day in. Whatever you want—just as long as I get to see you.”

She laughed, feeling her heart flutter. “I like the sound of that,” she admitted. “Any idea when you’ll be back?”

“I think I’ll have a couple of days free next week,” he said, glancing off-screen as if mentally checking his schedule. “I’ll keep you posted, but I’m not waiting any longer than I have to.”

Gabby’s cheeks warmed as she bit her lip, loving the idea of him going out of his way to plan something special. “You sure about that? You might be exhausted by the time you get back. I understand if you want to rest or if you need sleep.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Glen said, his voice low but sincere. “Seeing you is worth it. Besides, something to look forward to is exactly what I need to get me through this press tour.”

For a moment, the distance between them didn’t seem so big. The way he looked at her through the screen, like she was all he wanted to focus on, made Gabby feel as though they were already together in that cozy little moment he was planning.

After a while, she noticed his head dipping slightly, eyes blinking a little longer than usual. 

“Glen,” she murmured gently, “maybe we should call it a night. You need some rest, and you’ve got a full day tomorrow.”

But Glen shook his head, fighting a yawn. “No way. Talking to you has been the best part of my day—don’t take that from me.” His grin softened, and he looked at her with a kind of adoration that sent warmth spreading through her chest.

Gabby chuckled, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Well, I suppose I can’t argue with that,” she murmured, her smile softening. “But as soon as you start snoring, I’m hanging up.”

“Fair deal,” he laughed. “Just… don’t hang up yet.”

They spent a few more quiet minutes together, talking about little things and the plans they’d make once he was back in Los Angeles. Gabby could feel herself getting lost in his voice, realizing that even from miles away, Glen somehow made her feel closer to him than anyone else ever had.

* * * * *

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Gabby’s living room as she settled onto her couch, remote in hand. She flipped absentmindedly through the channels, letting the hum of morning shows fill the background. But her fingers stilled when a familiar face appeared on the screen, seated on a sleek studio chair, his easy smile lighting up the room.

Glen.

Her heart skipped as she set the remote down, turning up the volume. He looked as polished as ever, dressed in a tailored suit jacket and black tee that complemented his broad shoulders and relaxed charm. The host, a charismatic woman, leaned forward with a warm smile.

“So, Glen, your latest movie is shaping up to be one of the summer’s biggest hits. How does it feel to have such a blockbuster under your belt?”

Glen chuckled, his voice smooth and confident. “It’s been incredible, honestly. The whole team worked so hard, and seeing audiences respond the way they have—it’s just the best feeling.”

The host beamed. “And you’ve been everywhere lately—red carpets, premieres, interviews. How do you manage to stay grounded with such a demanding schedule?”

He shrugged with a slightly boyish grin. "I'm really lucky to have a great support system. Family, friends...they're always there to support me and help keep me grounded. I also moved back to Austin last year and I think getting out of Hollywood and being able to enjoy my time off back home has helped a ton."

The conversation drifted to his upcoming projects, but Gabby couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he navigated each question, balancing humor and humility. Then the host leaned forward conspiratorially, her voice taking on a playful lilt.

“Of course, fans are curious—your star is rising quickly, and you’ve become quite the heartthrob. Is there anyone special in your life right now? Or are you still single and enjoying the ride?”

Gabby’s breath caught, her grip tightening on the arm of the couch. Glen’s expression didn’t falter; his smile softened, but his eyes held steady.

“Well,” he began, his tone measured, “I think some things are best kept private in my life. But I will say, I’m very happy right now.”

The host raised her brows knowingly. “A mystery, huh? Fair enough, Glen. We’ll just have to keep guessing for now.”

As the interview wrapped up and transitioned into a commercial break, Gabby stared at the screen, her emotions swirling. His response had been perfect—diplomatic without dismissing her or their relationship entirely.

Yet the weight of what his public life could mean for her settled on her shoulders. What if he hadn’t been able to deflect the question so smoothly? What would happen when people found out about her? Would they scrutinize her every move? Would they think she wasn’t good enough for him?

The rest of the day passed in a haze of overthinking. She couldn’t shake the image of Glen in that studio, handling the spotlight with ease, while she felt like a shadow on the edge of his world.

That evening, her phone buzzed, Glen’s name flashing on the screen. She answered the FaceTime call, her heart lifting at the sight of his familiar grin.

“Hey, you,” he said warmly, leaning back against the headboard of his hotel bed.

“Hey,” she replied, her tone softer than usual.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he tilted his head. “What’s on your mind? You’ve got that look.”

Gabby hesitated, then decided to tell him. “I watched your interview today.”

“Ah, the morning show,” he said, smiling. “What’d you think? Did I embarrass myself?”

“No,” she said quickly. “You were great. It’s just…” She trailed off, biting her lip. “That question about your dating life—it threw me a little.”

Glen’s face softened, his voice gentle. “Gabby, I meant what I said that night in the truck. I want to keep what we have private for now. Not because I’m not proud of you—believe me, I am. I just… I want to protect this. Protect you. Until you’re ready for any of that attention.”

She nodded, her voice quiet. “I just worry. What happens when people do find out? Will they… approve?”

His gaze locked onto hers through the screen, steady and sincere. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I care about you. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep us strong—whether that means late-night calls, carving out time to see you, or keeping this under wraps for as long as you need. And whether people like you or not doesn't matter. You make me happier than I've been in a long time, and that's all I care about.”

His words were like a balm to her nerves, and she felt herself relax.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her lips curving into a small smile.

“Don’t thank me,” he replied, a teasing glint returning to his eyes. “Just promise me you’ll keep talking to me if things start to be much. I want to know what you’re thinking.”

Gabby smirked before saying, “I’m not sure you want to know all my thoughts.”

“I do. I want to know every single one of them.” Glen encouraged. “Promise me that you’ll keep talking to me?”

Gabby nodded, the weight on her chest lifting. “Yes, I promise.”

For the first time that day, she felt at ease, reminded that no matter how chaotic his world seemed, Glen was determined to make her part of it in a way that felt safe and real.

Gabby stifled a yawn as their conversation began to wind down. She had curled up in bed, her phone propped up against a pillow as Glen’s face filled the screen. His voice, low and soothing after a long day, made her feel as though he were right there beside her.

“I think I’d better let you get some rest,” she murmured reluctantly. “You’ve had such a long day.”

Glen smiled softly, his eyes warm despite the exhaustion etched on his features. “You need rest too, you know. We both have big days tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but yours involves cameras and people. Mine is just chores and cleaning,” she teased.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through the phone. “Still important. Now go to sleep, beautiful.” His tone dropped slightly, tender and sincere.

Gabby’s heart gave a little flutter. She tucked her blanket around herself and grinned. “Goodnight, Glen. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, gorgeous. Sweet dreams to you too." He responded.

As the call ended, Gabby set her phone down, her smile lingering. Glen had a way of making her feel cherished, even from miles away.

[soul-collectors]

SOUL COLLECTORS MASTERPOST

FULL CHRONOLOGICAL TIMELINE

PART 1; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4- 5 | PART 2; ...

SOUL COLLECTORS ASKS

(Al & Ditto) 1 - 2 - 3 -...

(N/A) 1 - ...

(World/Random Timelines) 1 - 2 ...

SOUL COLLECTORS BONUS(es)

it's time (not really) - Asriel Dreemurr takes off - 100 notes - can't shatter SOULs - Twitter special PT.1 - Twitter special PT.2 - squeezable Soul - Undyne's boots - wet jacket - UTY Special (1) - UTY Special (2) - UTY Special (3) - Good Boys - Skeleton teacup - Pie tasting - Fellsweep loss - Gaster's followers - Fall - Lego and S'mores - SOUL Chain! - Vess goes to jail - 2025 New year! - hello Vess! - Interesting. - Anon and Maker - Maker's glasses - Chatting - ...

CHARACTERS

[SOUL] - Design - Intro

[MAKER] - Design(s) - Intro

[LYGO] - Design

[VESS] - Design - Intro

[AL] - Design

[DITTO] - Design

(...)

(OTHERS)

[CROW] - Design - Intro

[EDU] - Design

SC; MAKER TIMELINE

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - ...

(In progress...)

GENERAL INFO

What is 'SOUL collectors'? (and why is it called that?)

SOUL Collectors is an Undertale multiverse for several different Undertale OCs I have created.

A collection of their interactions with each other, the multiverse, and their arcs into achieving their wants or needs.

It's also sometimes Open to Asks towards or about the characters!

basically my sandbox for ideas and OCs lmao-

SOUL Collectors is a passion project that only has me, @pathosketches working on it, It doesn't have a specific schedule for posting and not everything is set in stone, I'm only having fun here :]

SOUL Collectors is also the name that Soul (the guy from the poster) dubs himself as being one, seemingly able to literally 'collect' SOULs.

what makes this Multiverse special? (Why do SOULs look like that?)

The SOUL Collectors MV has a special 'glitch' that appears in some timelines after a run has ended (pacifist, neutral, or genocide) that gives the fallen 6 Human SOULs shape and prevents them from being shattered.

They’re called Anomaly SOULs.

BASIC INFO ABOUT ANOMALY SOULS

(From part 1 [5])

You'll learn about them and how they work from the story as it progresses and from Asks-

How many 'Stories' are there? (what is Maker timeline?)

SC has two main 'stories':

'SOUL collectors' itself.

'SOUL collectors: Maker timeline' a subplot/Secondary story that takes place before the events of SC. It (mainly) follows a Gaster variant that learned of his inevitable "fall" into the CORE and how that affected him and his timeline.

'SC: Maker timeline' will usually be drawn in a 'sketchy' style :)

Can I draw the SC cast with my ocs? / Can I draw the SC cast?

Yes!! absolutely!! Any art made of my silly characters would make my day!! and interactions with ocs are so much fun to see!!

Just remember to be respectful! (No NSFW/excessive gore/weird things/etc-)

(This post may be updated in the future, I hope you come to enjoy the freaks I created ˘͈ᵕ˘͈)

[diamondwerewolf]

I really love all your pokemon ocs, Kiss is so fabulous and I love the older lady vibe! Anything you wanna share about her with us? How she met AZ/fell in love with him? Anything you're comfortable with!

She's still in development tbh, so some things may be subject to change.

Kiss Claycoin Age: 50 Height: 6 '4/ 195CM Eye Color: Red Hair Color: Black/Red Occupation: Beautician Current Home: Lumiose City Pokemon: Furfrou, Rotom, Yamask

Personality wise, she's a very friendly, open minded person. Though, she can be a little snooty at times. She has no patience for nonsense or tomfoolery, and has high standards. She absolutely loves working with hair and make up, and has her own private studio where she's been servicing Kalosian celebrities for years. Her job is very tiring, so she's eager for retirement. She's always wanted to get out and see the wonders of the world, though hasn't been able to travel for her own pleasure since her career is demanding. I'm nearly set on her having met AZ by random chance, a little twist of fate. She saw him and instantly insisted on 'saving' all of his hair from further damage. They progress from acquaintances to lovers in the most painful slow burn I can think of. They're both mature people. No hot hard, fast romance. Something that blossoms over two or three years of meeting. From bumping into each other, random invitations to walks, to regular invitations to have dinner in her home and chat about their experiences.

Kiss is single, and isn't put off by any aspect of his appearance. She's drawn to him by natural curiosity. It's probably AZ who drags things out and resists his own romantic feelings. Sure, he's feeling more a person after being reunited with his beloved pokemon.

But he knows he'll eventually have to continue on without his new mortal companion. It's probably something he's familiar with, but it would really hurt if you think you may have found the love of your life.

At this time...I'm not sure if Kiss is actually as mortal as AZ first assumes. I'm still mulling this over.

[mmogurl]

In The Shadow of Dragons Chapter 8: Betrothal

18+ | 6.9k | Daemon Targaryen X Female OC | possessive, protective, objectifying, simping, raunchy Daemon | Uncle / niece incest, Targcest, Courtship, Mega smut, Don't read the rest of these tags if you don't want spoilers: Dubious consent, sleep groping, first time blow job, rough oral sex, forceful, dirty talk, deep throat. Probably missed some tags, but you get the idea, it's some filth.

The time has finally come for things to move forward! Have Daemon and Ryna actually managed to make it through their courtship without getting caught for all their improprieties? And how is the family going to react to the news? Find out in this thrilling installment of... IN THE SHADOW OF DRAGONS :) Told from Ryna's POV.

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 Also on AO3

A fortnight had passed since the first time Daemon came to visit Ryna in her chambers and he had come several more times since. They had participated in every manner of foreplay imaginable and somehow the infamous Rogue Prince had managed to restrain himself from deflowering her. There had been times it had come close, where he had groaned so loudly in frustration that she worried someone might hear, but thankfully, they had managed to abstain without getting caught.

Ryna was still vexed by the tease of never being able to consummate their relationship. It was a nice relief to peak at his hands or for her to help alleviate his own torment in much the same way, but it always left her wanting more. She was desperate to know what it would feel like to have him inside of her and considering she’d remained a virgin well into sexual maturity, the curiosity was a powerful lure as well as the intense attraction she felt for Daemon.

So, it was a welcome release when one evening at dinner with the entire family gathered, her father finally spoke on the progress of their courtship. She was seated beside Daemon at the table as was typical, his hand rested on her lap possessively as they looked towards Viserys expectantly.

"Brother..." the king said authoritatively. "I did not think you capable of restraint, of comporting yourself with decency for even a short courtship, but I am most impressed with your efforts and it seems my daughter is quite satisfied as well." His gaze shifted to Ryna, regarding her with a soft smile before returning his attention to Daemon.

“I will admit that she has been an incredible temptation,” the prince replied with a smug countenance, preening with the recognition of his endeavors. “But the princess is worth waiting for, even if the delay has been excruciating.”

Ryna glanced at Daemon, his eyes meeting hers for a moment as his hand gripped her thigh with a mutually understood anticipation. This was what they had been waiting so urgently for, the sweet deliverance from imposed wooing into wedded bliss.

“That being said,” her father continued, his silent judgment flickering back and forth between Ryna and Daemon before finally settling into a good-natured grin. “I have deemed your courtship a success. You two are clearly fond of each other and your union will solidify our bloodline. My congratulations.”

Daemon’s fingers were practically digging into the soft flesh of her thigh even through the thick fabric of her dress. He was obviously excited by the king’s announcement, in knowing that they would finally be allowed to be together in a legally binding way, attaining access to all the physical intimacy that came with it.

“Thank you so much, Father,” Ryna offered with a pleased smile, beaming with delight.

He nodded as he took a draw from his wine, “And I will make a point to announce the betrothal tomorrow at council,” Viserys added, finally putting a timetable to their plans. “We’ll make arrangements for the wedding immediately. A sennight long celebration will do nicely. I wish for the entire realm to take notice… To participate in our family’s good fortune.”

There was a warble of discussion around the table as everyone reacted to the news. Ryna was sure most of her relatives hadn’t expected them to make it through their courtship without scandal, did not think Daemon capable of behaving himself. While he had not been a total gentleman when they were alone together, he’d made every effort to appear upstanding in public.

She couldn’t help but notice how disturbed Rhaenyra appeared, wearing an expression of confused scorn. Ryna wondered if her sister would cause another outburst as she had the first time her betrothal to Daemon had been discussed. She was surprised when it was Alicent who spoke up first.

“Why not hold a tourny, Your Grace?” she suggested with a level of enthusiasm that sounded unnatural. “Let the lords and knights of the realm congregate for the wedding.”

The king nodded slightly, mulling over the idea before replying. “A tourny… That is an excellent idea, my love. A week of games, drinking and carousing! What better way to bring the realm together to celebrate my daughter’s wedding?”

Rhaenyra appeared completely affronted, likely wondering how Ryna, the poorly second daughter had somehow afforded the same lavish celebration she and Laenor had been given. Ryna tried to repress the grin tugging at the corners of her lips, imagining how her eldest sister would be forced to endure an entire seven days of Daemon and she being the center of attention. It would be insufferable for the heir and Ryna would enjoy every moment of it.

She looked to her newly betrothed and could see the excitement dancing in his features. “Perhaps I’ll have to show everyone that I am still the greatest warrior in the Seven Kingdoms, hm?” Daemon smirked, unable to keep from gloating about his combat prowess.

“Yes, I thought Daemon might enjoy participating,” Alicent replied with an all too sweet smile. It was not a genuine notion, but laced with ill intent. Ryna found she didn’t like the possible implications of it.

Viserys happily nodded along, his excitement palpable. “Yes! We’ll have a royal tournament,” he said decidedly. “And I’ll invite the most famed warriors in the realm to make it a proper challenge for you, Brother.”

Daemon chuckled softly in response, “In truth, I would relish the chance to demonstrate my superior skills once more. It has been too long since I’ve had a good joust.” He turned to gaze at Ryna, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his tone low and flirtatious. “What say you, sweetling? Will you be my little princess cheering me on from the stands?”

Ryna felt her cheeks get heated at the smooth intonation of his voice. It was ridiculous what an effect he still had on her after all of this time. “Y-yes,” she finally managed to utter, trying to ignore the sting of embarrassment. “I shall be your staunchest supporter, Uncle.”

“What an obedient wife you’ll make, riñitsos,” his countenance became more predatory in nature, his hand firmly traveling up her thigh as he spoke. “Imagine having such a charming girl cheering for me. I have no doubt that your encouragement will carry me to victory.” He flashed a cocky smile at her, his arrogance plain for all to see.

Viserys let out a deep bellow of laughter, shaking his head as Daemon fawned over Ryna. “Your wife will no doubt have her work cut out for her in trying to keep you humble.”

“I don’t think I shall try, Father,” Ryna offered up playfully with a small laugh. “I rather like that about him.”

“No doubt you’ll spoil him, Daughter,” he said almost regretfully as he took another swig of his chalice. “And make him all the more intolerable for the rest of us.”

Alicent chimed in next, taking the opportunity to make a well-aimed jab at the prince. “I don’t know if it’s even feasibly possible for Daemon to become any more insufferable than he already is.” She smiled brightly when she was done, but let it be said that the queen always made her feelings known in one way or another. Aegon snickered to himself in amusement at his mother’s comment, but did not add anything to the discussion.

“Please, Good-mother,” Ryna interjected before Daemon could snap back at her. She could already see the sneer twisting his features at Alicent’s nasty little quip. “The prince can most assuredly back up his claims, being one of the few men to know war during Father’s historic reign of peace.”

“Oh yes, one of the few,” the queen replied smugly, clearly unimpressed by Daemon’s achievements in the Stepstones.

Daemon’s eyes rolled before he schooled his expression to one of of stoicism. He was just about to open his mouth when Viserys interrupted him, no doubt sensing the growing tension.

“Now, now,” the king attempted to placate the two of them. “This is no time for arguing. We should be celebrating. I’ll have no more of these petty japes.”

“I agree with Father,” Ryna insisted in an upbeat manner. “After all, we shall be wed soon and have all that we had hoped for. Right, Daemon?” she looked to him, the message written in between the lines to not fall for such baited tactics.

The prince gave her a half-smile, reaching to take her hand in his. “Yes, sweetling,” he agreed with a kiss to the back of her knuckles. “No need to spoil the mood with needless bickering.”

“Very well,” Viserys declared as he stood, signaling the end of supper. “I’m off to my chambers now. I have much to consider for the preparations,” he mumbled more to himself than to anyone else.

Daemon joined him in standing, pulling out Ryna’s chair and helping her to her feet. “We shall take our leave as well, Brother. Good night.”

Viserys nodded cheerfully and then added with a note of surprise, as if just remembering something. “Oh, and Ryna, my dear, tomorrow you will be fitted for your dress. I want to make sure it’s prepared in time for the wedding, so we must get an early start.”

“As you wish, Father. Thank you,” Ryna bowed graciously in appreciation. She watched on as the queen joined him in retiring from the dining hall and the rest of the family began to stroll out at a leisurely pace from the table. All was orderly, aside from the children who shuffled this way and that, some chasing each other on their way out.

As the last of the stragglers cleared the room, Daemon wrapped his arm around Ryna’s waist and pulled her roughly against him. His lips lingered closely to her own as his eyes roved over her face. The prince’s other hand lifted to her chin, tilting it up so her eyes were fixed on his. “Alone at least, sweetling,” he murmured, his gaze hungry and full of promise.

Ryna’s cheeks flushed pink at the feel of his hot breath against her lips, tempting her will to resist him in such an open space. She wondered if anyone would even mind a mild impropriety now that they were officially engaged to wed. Would a stolen kiss be that horrible?

She looked around briefly, noticing only two of the serving staff busy at clearing the table. “Kiss me then,” she whispered coquettishly as she looked into his amethyst eyes.

Daemon smirked as he leaned in, “As you wish, Princess.” He moved to cover her lips, kissing her firmly. Parting her lips with his tongue, he delved into her mouth quickly turning up the heat of their embrace. He held her close to him, his grasp on her greedy and protective all at once.

When they finally parted for air, he gazed down at Ryna, his tone huskier than usual, “You taste so bloody good…” His nose grazed the soft skin of her neck as he began to press kisses down the column of her throat. “I can’t believe you will soon be mine. Finally. It has been such a fucking tortuously long wait.”

“We’ve made due,” she said almost teasingly as her hand slid around his waist and they began to walk from the dining hall, out through the side doors.

“Hardly,” the prince countered with a huff, his hand still fastened to her hip. “But that will all change once we are finally wed. I will have you all to myself whenever the mood strikes me. I fear I won’t let you out of my bed for a fortnight.”

“I will hold you to that,” Ryna giggled, imagining what it might be like to retire to their newly shared chambers and make all the noise they wished. How wonderful it would be to not have to sneak around, always worrying that they might be caught and their wedding called off.

It would be a pleasant change, but something was still bothering her about Alicent. She kept thinking of that maliciously, happy smile and how she even went as far as to insult the her affianced at the very announcement of his wedding. She made it no secret that she loathed Daemon, but the queen usually presented herself with more decorum, especially in the presence of Ryna’s father.

“I don’t trust Alicent,” she voiced her concerns out loud. “Why would she suggest a tourny, something you’d so obviously enjoy, when she despises you and the thought of us being wed? I feel as though she’s up to something, but I’m not sure what.”

Daemon gave a snort of derisive laugher as the queen’s name fell from Ryna’s lips. “She is a snake, my sweet. One who hides her fangs quite well, but when it comes to me, she has always made her distaste known openly.”

“What if she plans to have you harmed at the tourny?” It suddenly made sense. Alicent would never do the dirty work herself, but she might hire someone else to do it for her. What better way to get rid of Daemon than at a tourny where violence and strife already ran amok. “Would she really be willing to go that far?” she mused anxiously.

“Perhaps,” Daemon considered it for a moment, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “I wouldn’t put it past her, but I can handle myself. It would not be the first time someone has tried to take my life.” He pulled Ryna to a halt mid-step, peering at her with his keen violet eyes.

“Are you worried for me, riñītsos?” he teased with an arched eyebrow. “Or is there something else on your mind? Why the sudden concern on my behalf?”

“I just… I know Alicent had hoped I might wed Aegon instead,” she bit at the nail of her index finger nervously. “What if she plans to kill you so that she might see her son’s claim to the throne solidified.”

The prince gave an amused smirk, his hand lifting to caress her cheek. “Why sweetling,” he whispered, his voice dripping with affectionate mockery. “You truly care for me, hm? I’m touched.”

He leaned in closely, his lips brushing down the curve of her ear. “But don’t worry your pretty little head,” he reassured her softly, before pausing to nip at her lobe. “I’ve survived much worse than that green bitch’s scheming.”

A shiver ran down her neck, causing her skin to erupt into fresh goosebumps. It was true that Daemon had likely been through much worse, but had anyone actually tried to kill him in an underhanded way before? Or had it always been a direct bout of brutality and violence?

She sighed, knowing she must relent the fear lest it absorb her completely. Ryna had to have faith in what she knew to be true. She’d seen it in her mind’s eye so many years ago, that she and Daemon would end up together no matter what. And what if her very fretting somehow caused harm to befall him.

“You’re right,” she finally acquiesced, leaning against him affectionately.

Daemon hummed against her skin, his hand pushing her long silvery gold curls aside to expose her neck. “Of course I am,” he said, sounding pleased with himself for allaying her fears. He pulled back, observing her as if to make sure she had no second guesses about it.

“I have to retire to my chambers soon,” she sighed, running her fingers along the scratchy fabric of his doublet. My handmaid will be waiting to start my bath. But perhaps we can meet up tomorrow since it is already so late?”

“Nonsense,” he rebuffed her immediately. “I would spend this night with you. I can come to your room again,” his voice low and seductive once more. “Or you can meet me in the Godswood in our usual spot.”

She smiled, recalling the many times they’d settled on the backside of the heart tree, milling away the hours just kissing. “I wouldn’t mind getting a look at the stars tonight.”

He laughed darkly, twisting a ringlet of her hair around his fingers. “You just want to see the stars?” he teased, the lust already stirring in his eyes. “Or are you using it as an excuse to get your hands on me, sweetling?”

Ryna rolled her eyes, but could not control the blush in her cheeks that seemed to always rear up whenever he toyed with her like this. “I will slip away if possible. Ser Erryk has not been at watch beside my door come nightfall as of late. I think maybe Father has given up the ghost.”

“If you aren’t in my arms by the hour of the bat, then I will come and fetch you myself,” he tilted down, pressing his lips against her forehead as his hand raked up the nape of her neck. “Don’t tarry,” he added for good measure as he relinquished his hold on Ryna.

“I’ll be with you as soon as I can be, Uncle,” she smiled sweetly as she turned to head back to her room.

The worry of her Good-mother’s plottings was already fading as she considered a reprieve from prying eyes, alone with her husband-to-be. She couldn’t help but squeal a happy sound of delight as she made for the stairs. Everything was going so perfectly and within a time frame quicker than she had imagined possible. Ryna grinned from ear to ear thinking of the coming celebration and how everyone in the realms would gather to wish her and Daemon well on their wedding. It was a dream come true.

She entered her room in a lovesick haze, her feet light as though in step to a dance and not merely to move from one place to another. Her handmaid struggled to untie the laces on her gown as she swayed from side to side, humming a merry tune she remembered her wet nurse singing to her when she was just a child.

Even as she settled into the warm water of the bath, the divinity of love and untasted passions welled in her chest, heavy like the very meaning of life itself.

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DAISIES | masterpost

💛 Chapter 1 💛 Chapter 11 💛 Chapter 21

💛 Chapter 2 💛 Chapter 12

💛 Chapter 3 💛 Chapter 13

💛 Chapter 4 💛 Chapter 14

💛 Chapter 5 💛 Chapter 15

💛 Chapter 6 💛 Chapter 16

💛 Chapter 7 💛 Chapter 17

💛 Chapter 8 💛 Chapter 18

💛 Chapter 9 💛 Chapter 19

💛 Chapter 10 💛 Chapter 20

Plot summary: Merry and you have been best friends for ages. Something slowly starts to change between you two. You start seeing him in a completely new light.

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《 AN: 'Daisies' changes some things from canon, Frodo having a sister (reader) and other things, including the distances between Hobbiton and Tuckborough or Buckland (canonically about 2 days by walking, hours with horses. In daisies however, all a few hours away by walking.) 》

While the start of the story is set before/at the start of the Fellowship of the Ring, the story will progress to the events of the trilogy. The events will sometimes differ just a little from canon and will also shift between book/movie events. Not everything is going to be 100% lore accurate, and I am sorry about that in advance.

《 Status: Getting closer to the end, but at least a few more chapters to go! 》

Pairing: Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

《 Keyword: Slow burning romance 》

Trigger warnings and genres: At the start of every chapter, some mature themes

《 Reader/oc character: taken in/adopted by Bilbo Baggins as a small girl, after her parents died by drowning. Reader was given the last name Baggins after this. Reader is awfully afraid of water. Best friends with Merry and Pippin for years. Still lives in Bag End with Frodo, an older brother to her, even though not related by blood. A creative, slightly insecure personality, with a good sense of humor and a temper every now and then. Caring, adventurous and has child-like enthusiasm. Straight forward with words most of the time, but when crushing she becomes more awkward. 》

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1. When people are nice to me

2. My cowboy Iliad au

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Khea's unknown world.

Okaaay, I'm making a list of projects to see if it'll get me into finishing and posting them. The order doesn't matter here, I'm adding them as I remember.

(You'll find them at @sometimeslwish hopefully, if I ever do post them)

— A Dance 'Round The Memory Tree series: Xavier's, Zayne's & Rafayel's

No Caleb because I started this before he was released and currently he doesn't have a past life myth.

— Pegging series: Xavier's, Zayne's, Sylus's & Caleb's

I already started Rafayel's. I have ideas for the other 4, I just gotta write them down.

— Full cat series: Caleb excluded.

I have all of the beginnings for the other four. Caleb won't get one unless they do a rerun or a special or something where they show what cat breed he'd be.

— Kintsugi: Zayne essentially getting pussy drunk as mc rides him into oblivion.

I have the beginning, some descriptions of the middle along with some dialogue, and the way the sex is going to end.

— Magic Shop Au: Polyamory with all 5 included.

I have a written outline and a bit of a mental outline. I know the order they are going to meet in and how the meetings will go, I know how some of the sex scenes are gonna go, I just gotta write it.

— Hijo de la Luna: Xavier x male oc

I posted the outline, however, I'd like to actually write it and go into details 'cause I have the beginning scene.

— Skyfall: All Things End

I haven't forgotten about this, I still think about it. I'm in the theorizing stage because I gotta make sense of everything before I can even start writing the rest of it.

— Let It Happen: Xavier x Rafayel.

They're in the middle of sex, I just gotta carry on with the writing and actually fucking finish it on paper. (Ps. It's in the same universe as "It Happened Quiet")

— Dark In My Imagination pt. 2 & Sumber Party

Both are headcannons, DIMI is separate headcannons while Slumber Party is polyamory thriad combination headcannons. Both are sex related, although I'm trying to make SP both sfw and nsfw.

— Second Child, Restless Child: another Sylus x mc one

I'm... at the middle of it, I think. Idk how it'll go anymore cause it's been a month since I touched it.

— Pirate Sylus x Village mc

It's an enemies to lovers. This one came while I was trying to find music that would inspire me to write for SCRC and failed at getting inspiration for it but succeeded in getting inspiration for a new idea.

— A Xavier smexy morning sex one shot where he's still cursed with the whole cat thing.

I started this last year (along with Kintsugi), and I've been slowly making progress. God dammit do I want it to end.

— The subby Raf awakening I mentioned here.

I don't have much to say about this one, unfortunately. I have the beginning, not the rest.

— Glimpse of us idea?

The explanation is pretty much on this post, go check out the story that inspired me.

— God's & Monsters

A chaptered (!!!) crowfish x mc fic that was inspired by this fic and then kickstarted by this one. I gotta stop writing (not really)

Great success

— The Caleb fic I've been writing – T'is done as of January, Wednesday 29th

— Santa little drabble – February, Sunday 9th

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Pairing: main - Haechan x Fem!oc, side - Renjun x fem!oc, Mark x fem!oc, Giselle x Karina

Juri and Haechan, now in university, have been bestfriends since highschool. How the two polar opposites became so close to each other is a mystery to everyone. Highschool days were far from fun and very undramatic. There were no rebellions or romances; only studies. Now that the boring days are over, Juri, Haechan and their friends can't wait to explore new territories and have some adult fun. Their plan is simple- by the end of this year, accomplish one highschool fantasy; but things get complicated when Haechan starts developing feelings for his bestfriend.

warnings: death jokes, suggestive (?), gxg extra pairing, minor angst, bad attempt at humour, family drama (minor) and more tba as the story progresses.

genre: slow-burn, fluff, angst (minor), smau, written, bsf-to-lovers, fake dating, non idol au, friendship, crack.

status: ongoing

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a/n: I'll try to update regularly but if I'm not able to do so, please try to understand as I am a student too 🙏🏼 thankyou!!! ALSO separate smaus for rj x oc and mk x oc will be posted after this!

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extra

1. rise and shine!

2. fantasies

3. Yangyang the freaky guy

4.

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Bit ooc but I have a question. How you do go about planing out your PLA comic? Like how do you actually turn your ideas/ storyline into comic form? Is it chapter to chapter or do you have the whole idea already planned out? Trying to find my own way in comic making so I’m just wondering if you could give any advice. Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel comfortable answering

So, at first this was al i could think to send.

because its incredibly accurate to my process.

Jokes aside, a lot of how i work is back and forth chaos, fighting with ideas until im happy with them. I will start with a list (usually not written down because im unhinged and keep a ot of it in my brain) and organise it in a way that makes sense to the situation, in this case workign with a game with an established plot...not that its a very strong one.

with a set of ideas, and a game to work around i will ramble and rant to a few choice people who i bounce well off, and also stare into space for hours on end building the ideas. This process can be days, it can be years. For context, i have some notes from 2019 about things i wanted to include that are still relevant. I have been scheming how to break and rebuild this OC for ages. Theres no correct time frame, so long as you simply do the work.

Once i have a fairly loose plan, i start to solidify the benning and the end. What is required to make a character compelling, what makes them believable, what makes them human in a way that we recognise. this isnt always a positive thing, people like to call characters who do bad things problematic, but its human nature to make mistakes and be damaged or difficult, the process of the story is not always rainbows and sunshine. For me, this hits even harder, as im trying to tell a story from the perspective of someone fundamentally broken, so showing those breaks and cracks has to be done wisely.

This is the point where i make notes about things that need to change from the start to the end. And ill say one thing, this story in particular, I have not solidly planned the middle. I am allowing space for me to come up with new ideas at points. Being locked into a dead set of ideas can be quite limiting, and as creators we consume and process things constantly to generate new stories. Id be a fool to make a plan and stick to it. everything i do is vague guidelines.

However, I know exactly how the story ends in Hisui, and where it goes to from there. And i think me personally knowing the end goal makes it easier to plot steps towards that, and some of those steps are anything but progressive.

If nothing else, the end was the only thing i saw clearly, and it has only become more complex and loaded and emotional as the rest of this has fallen into place. If you can see the goal, you can work out how to get there with time.

Regarding the chapters, i tend to draft plan up like 3-4 of them at a time, and then go in order to sketch out one after the other, so i have plenty of time to change things while i adjust. its constantly a process of seeing what you make, seeing issues, and scrapping whole parts just to redraw something better or new, unique even. I dont think a single page ive posted has resembled the very VERY first draft thumbnail ive made, and thats just how i do. Every panel, how big they are, the angle you hand the viewer, the way you light things, the expressions, this all dictates SO SO much.

Taking time over it is kind of the job, and let me stress, this is normally a job done by a team, especially the highly popular comics. one inks, one colours, one shades, one handles text, one edits, theres so many people behind it, so dont be bothered by the pace at which things are made if youre working alone like i am. One person means longer production times, if you can, spread the workload out, but its not required. Its why i always say it doesnt matter how long it takes to make, so long as youre still making.

I think its also worth noting, comics are consumed quickly, the bakcgournds and small details can be lost in the ace of the storytelling, pick and choosing your battles is wise, save your time on panels where you want the reader to shift along quicker, keep that pace high, and add in more detail and depth to panels you want to champion or get the viewers to hang around on more. its ok to let go of a "perfect" image in favour of getting content out, if youre being driven nuts by it. Again, time be damned, be happy with it. And if you can let go of petty details, id suggest doing it when possible, so long as it doesnt effect the storytelling.

I mean what else can i even say. This work is a passion project, I love it, more than i can even put into words, and i think you kind of have to, to make comics without monetary motivation. sure you can get lucky and find ways to make it big, but for most of us, its the love of the story. So maybe try not to be your biggest hater, its easy to slip into the behaviour, so try be gentle on yourself and the process. I should take that advice myself haha! but i really do mean it. This is HARD work, so be kind to yourself over it.

anyway, with a rough idea, a bunch of sketches, and time, they get inked and fussed over, i make a billion changes to layout and story, and eventually posting can happen but not after fighting with the monster that is creating. Idk what else i can say. This is not work for the feint of heart, but anyone can learn to do it.

Good luck, comic artists can always use it!

[deepfang-dreamer]

As I'm working on integrating Parahumans into my personal worldspace and OCs, I decided to try making the individual Taylors that are going to come along for the ride a bit more unique. They all have the same Trigger Event as Canon, but the Shard manifests a bit differently(Scratch that, I'm working on making individual Triggers for them). I still wanted her to become Khepri by the end, so she had to keep Queen Administrator. The central theme of this Shard seems to be "control", which I've tried to incorporate into all the created powers. Thoughts?

𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴

Cape Name: Metamorphosis

Changer 6/Brute 5, Mover 4, Thinker 2

Auto-Biokinesis, controls every single cell in her body and can modify them at will. Think Panacea if it was focused inwards, with a dash of Bonesaw and Crawler in primary application. Default mods include things like:

Pain reduction

Mid-Rate Brute strength and durability

Enhanced senses and reflexes

Venom

𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Cape Name: Host

Master 4/Tinker 6(Controller)

Can extend his consciousness into figurines, robots, statues, anything Inorganic made in a specific image, within a 3-block radius. His bodies are still limited to what they're physically able to do though, so most of his toys are personally made Tinkertech, lacking a power source to be targeted as a bonus. His specific Tinker Specialty is mechas: suits and vehicles designed to be piloted by a single person. Due to his Shard's favor, he can stretch this way more than you might expect.

𝘏𝘪𝘷𝘦

Cape Name: Aspect

Trump 7/Shaker 3(Not taking any copied powers into account)

Can duplicate powers by interfacing with other Shards, within a 15ft radius, keeping the copies until manually discarded. Only has 6 slots to fill, usually leaves 3 empty both for the ability to quickly add new powers, and because taking on a power links them to its Shard. To use a power, QA has to create a bud with the data of the other Shard. For Taylor, the backlash of this process with one power is mildly painful as it settles, two is exhausting, three is mind-damaging. Each bud takes about 30 seconds to form each time the data package is activated. Their copied powers start off at half-strength for balancing purposes, but can be amped to full and beyond, at increasing cost to stamina and mental capacity.

𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩

Cape Name: Evoker

Master 5-Master 8(Changes as the Tapestry progresses)

QA Rating: Brute 6-8/Mover 5-7, Changer 4-8

This power manifests Queen Administrator itself as a projection, a copy of Taylor with golden hair, eyes, and skin. It can operate within 250 meters of its summoner, and restructure its body to some degree. Early on, this means things like extra limbs to trip up opponents, improvised shielding by expanding the arms, warping its face so its not recognizable as Taylor's, etc. Later on, it can pay homage to the Canon power by splitting into a swarm of miniature particulates, or covering its host like a Klyntar symbiote. QA's avatar is independently sapient, but maintains a psionic link with its host, allowing her to command and communicate with it across any range, as well as take direct control if needed.

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Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 11/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

Notes:

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

Leave your thoughts (or don't, your choice) in the comments, I enjoy reading through your thoughts :)

Word Count: 2433 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: None

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“Nurse Celine, are you busy this weekend?” Daniel asked her, deciding that Carlisle wasn’t worthy of any attention and that he was more interested in Celine

“For you? I’m busy. For anyone else? I’m not.” She straight up answered before walking back to her office

“Fiery little thing she is.” Daniel just said, looking at her “I do like me a bit of a challenge when it comes to my women though.”

“She prefers blonde men.” Carlisle simply said before walking away and into where Celine was

He walked into their office, seeing Celine type something away in her device. The familiar surroundings remained unchanged, evoking a sense of continuity as if he were merely returning after a day off.

“Is this Doctor Daniel’s office?” Carlisle asked, making Celine look up at him

“No.” She answered softly, a polite smile on her face “Never told him that the chief doctor and chief nurse shared an office.”

“Why so?” He asked again, making his way to sit down on the chair in front of Celine’s table

“He’ll always bring up New York.” Celine simply answered, before averting her eyes back on the screen

“What’s in New York?” Carlisle asked again. Now that they’re alone again, Carlisle got to acknowledge the small changes that she did to herself

She changed the cut of her hair, now having shoulder length over the mid back hair length that she had before. The darker shade of lip color she now wore intrigued Carlisle, as she used to favor a paler pink tint, prompting a silent wonder about whether her lips still retained the same taste as before. Noticing the additional piercing adorning her ear, he couldn't help but ponder the significance of this subtle transformation, finding himself captivated by her again.

“Why did you come back?” Celine asked through gritted teeth, refraining herself from yelling at him

“I miss–

“Don’t do that bullshit on me.” Celine hissed, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes glaring with the heat of the burning sun

“I do miss you.” Carlisle confessed quietly

“You shouldn’t have left then if you did miss me.” She hissed at him again, her eyes still glaring at the vampire

“They miss you. Not once did they not miss you.” Carlisle confessed, remembering the somberness on their faces when they were in Alaska that even Jasper had days where he didn’t want to go out his room, feeling everyone’s sadness

“Point still stands, you left.” She said in a stern tone “So, if you’re gonna use your kids and your sister as a futile attempt to make me feel bad, then you’re one fucked up motherfucker.”

“Nurse Celine!” Daniel greeted in her office doorway “Busy for lunch?”

“Busy enough to not entertain your shenanigans.” Celine coldly said, before looking at her computer screen, tuning out whatever Daniel and Carlisle was gonna say to her

As the shift progressed, Celine continued her work quietly, while other nurses eagerly guided Carlisle around, showing him the new equipment that they had received and expressing their gratitude for it. Despite the quiet demeanor, the atmosphere buzzed with efficiency and compassion as everyone worked together to ensure the smooth operation of the hospital.

Celine’s masterpiece

From the gossips, Carlisle learned that the new equipment had been sourced from New York, specifically from the hospital that had expressed interest in hiring Celine. One nurse even mentioned that Doctor Daniel had been dispatched from New York in an attempt to persuade Celine to join their hospital, but his efforts seemed to be failing miserably. That made Carlisle chuckle.

It was the end of his shift when Carlisle passed by Celine’s office again, seeing Eunice and Sean there with her. He decided to just stay outside and wait until his shift was officially over.

“With how you’re acting, you’re making it easier for everyone to figure out that you and Doc Cullen are a thing.” Eunice lightly scolded her

“She’s right. It’s so easy for you to warm up to Doc Cullen when he was made chief doctor, but until now, you haven’t warmed up to Doc Daniel.” Sean added

“Because Doc Cullen is actually good at his job.” Celine complimented to him “Doc Daniel’s only purpose is to get me to New York.”

“Right, not giving up on the retiring at 30 and traveling the world setup.” Sean said, getting Carlisle to listen more intently

A text from his phone distracted Carlisle from hearing what the reason was of Celine leaving

You should tell her why we actually left; she’ll understand - Edward with the help of Alice

He typed out a reply, listening as Celine continued talking about anything. Allowing himself to be enveloped by the soothing sound of Celine's voice as she continued to speak about various topics, her words creating a sense of peace within him.

She’s rightfully mad at me, she won’t listen whatever I will say

Carlisle sent that as reply before checking his watch and seeing that his shift was over. He stood up and said a quiet goodbye to Celine before rushing home

We’ll get her to come over, then you can explain.

Celine's phone rang, displaying Rosalie's name on the screen. She hesitated briefly before answering the call, reminding herself that her anger was directed solely at Carlisle.

“Celine!” Rosalie’s voice boomed on the other side of the call “We missed you.”

“I missed you too, Rosie–

“So, you don’t miss us?” She heard Emmett ask

“Oh my god.” Celine said, rolling her eyes at Emmett’s antics “Of course, I missed you all.”

“Does that ‘all’ consist of Carlisle as well?” Jasper asked, teasing laced in his tone

“Whatever you say, Jasper.” She replied, rolling her eyes at them

“Come over?” Rosalie invited her.

‘Are they playing matchmaker on us?’ Celine pondered before giving them an answer

“Sure, but on the day that Carlisle has a morning shift.” Celine agreed with them, there were murmurs on their end of the call before it was silenced.

“Of course.” Rosalie answered, Celine smiled at the thought that their plans on playing matchmaker didn’t work for her

“We owe you so much stories!” Alice cheered on the other end of the line

“Can we see you?” Edward quietly asked

“Carlisle just went home.” Celine replied back, not having the guts to see him face to face yet

“We’ll come over to your place, all of us without Carlisle.” He persisted. Celine had a small smile before answering a soft yes to them

“You’re lucky I like you all.” Celine playfully told them, before ending the call and closing her desktop, calling it a day

A month had passed since the Cullens returned to Forks, and Celine had seamlessly settled into a routine of visiting them whenever Carlisle had a shift, and leaving just as he was getting home. She was thankful that everyone sided with her, not doing some things behind her back to make her “coincidentally” be in the same place as him.

Celine didn’t think that she had the strength to see him yet.

Walking out of the hospital one afternoon, Celine was taken aback when she noticed a note placed on her windshield. As she picked it up, her curiosity mingled with apprehension upon seeing the symbol of the Volturi emblazoned on the front. Her heart quickened with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

What did they want from her now?

Celine felt shivers run down her spine. How could they have possibly forgotten about her? She had made a solemn promise to them that she would be changed by the night of her 30th birthday, a twisted assurance on their part to ensure her silence regarding the existence of vampires.

Carlisle may have fooled me, but I see the strain that it placed on your relationship as mates.

I will be patiently waiting until the night of your 30th birthday.

The Volturi does not give second chances.

“Fuck.” She heard Carlisle say from his side of the parking lot, having used his vampiric senses to read what the note was. She rushed to him immediately, note on her hand

“I–

“What now?” She hissed to him

“I thought they would drop that, given what I had done.” Carlisle whispered, softly pulling the note on her hand and reading it for himself

“Why would they?” She angrily asked him “They couldn’t even drop the meeting your mate promise, mine is much more recent.”

“Come home with me, let’s talk about it with the others.” Carlisle quietly invited, looking at her with hopeful eyes

“I’m taking my car.” She simply responded, rushing back to her car and entering it.

Celine was panicking internally; she was about to actually leave the hospital when a knock was on her window. Peering out, she saw Carlisle standing outside, gesturing for her to roll down the window. Reluctantly, she complied, opening the window to see what he wanted.

“I’ll ride with you.” He decided at once, opening her car door and making himself comfortable on her passenger seat

“Why?” Celine asked, her eyebrows burrowed at him “What about your car?”

“Your heartbeat is faster, your breathing is getting a tiny bit shallower. You’re showing signs of having a panic attack and I want to be there for you if it happens.” Carlisle listed down like he does when repeating symptoms to the patient “And don’t worry about my car, Jacob has a spare key for it. He’ll drop it off later.”

“You were gone for a year, don’t act like a saint now.” Celine hissed at him before driving off to the Cullen household in silence

As Celine drove, she could sense Carlisle's apologetic gaze on her, but she chose to ignore it, keeping her focus on the road and attempting to keep her emotions in check. She wasn’t one for anger, but Carlisle leaving for a year and coming back like he did nothing was just pushing her on the edge.

Soon, the Cullen household was coming into view, getting Celine to remember that the last time she was there was when Caius was killed and burned off. While a part of her was relieved that Caius was no longer a threat, she couldn't shake the sense of impending danger with Aro now coming back for her.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this.” Carlisle whispered as she parks in front of their house

“You have a lot more to be sorry for than dragging me in this, trust me.” Celine hissed, getting out of the car and rushing in the house

“Celine!” Esme greeted, the same motherly aura surrounding her as she runs to hug her “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too.” Celine said, hugging her back with the same tightness as her hug had

“Celine’s here!” Rosalie called to everyone, getting Celine to hear continuous footsteps down the stairs

“Hey!” Emmett said, pulling Celine for a hug that lifted her up before twirling her around.

Everyone greeted her with such happiness that Carlisle could only chastise himself for making the decision of deciding without hearing any of their suggestions.

“You owe me an explanation.” Celine said smugly to Carlisle once everyone was done with greeting her, immediately wanting to know the truth. The vampire only nodded and pulled her up to his office and locked themselves in

“I know it may sound crazy, and much more aggravating—

“I’m giving you one chance to explain yourself.” Celine dangerously said to him, crossing her arms together and sitting down on his table “I don’t need to hear any more introductory statements, I need the truth.”

“I made a deal with the Volturi.” Carlisle said, his head hung low “I made a deal with your life to the Volturi.”

“Are you fucking out of your mind?!” Celine angrily yelled at him

“Everyone there got a whiff of your blood. Whatever hiding we’ll try to do, they’ll find us.” Carlisle tried to explain

“Are you hearing yourself? How can you say that you love me and go and gamble my life to those things?!” Celine angrily continued

“My love—

“Do not fucking call me that.” She hissed angrily “You lost every right to call me that the moment you gambled my life to those creatures.”

“I offered them a year of us being away to protect you. One year, and then they’ll stop trying to have you.” He started to tell the whole story, looking at her with hopeful eyes that she’ll listen to him, no matter how crazy it sounded

“But before that, I made a deal with the shapeshifters here, I think you would know them, Jacob is one of them. I asked them a year of their protection on you, killing whatever vampire steps here. I know you will come here after I have left, hoping that I just went home. I also know that Caius would be the one waiting on you, being the one ordered by Aro to kill you.” He continued softly, moving to be in front of her

“The shapeshifter killed him.” Celine continued the story for him

“Aro then realized what I had done. He sent me a letter, angry for tricking him like that.” Carlisle continued the story, moving closer to her to rest his hand on her cheek “That’s why there were no Volturi attacks since then.”

“Did you expect that he’ll use the changing me when I turn 30 promise that I made?” Celine asked with such gentleness that Carlisle was taken back

“I didn’t, because I had asked in exchange of a year of us being away from you was that they get off your back.” He answered earnestly “But apparently, the promise that I have made has been fulfilled. But your promise that you made isn’t.”

“Well, that kind of makes sense, thinking of it now.” Celine quietly said with a small giggle, welcoming Carlisle’s cold hand on her cheek.

“I wished I had approached it differently, told you about the plan, prepared you for it. But I needed to be careful.” Carlisle whispered, using his thumb to stroke her cheeks

“Did you think of me during the year that you left?” Celine asked quietly, looking at him with her eyes coated with tears that were threatening to fall

“Not once did you leave my mind, my love.” Carlisle whispered, pulling Celine for a kiss on her forehead then hugging her. He missed her, everything that made up her.

He thought that she was the temptation designed for him, but she never was.

She was his solace.

[tozettastone]

2024 Fic Review

Tagged by @voxofthevoid.

I didn't think I was gonna do this one because of how long it seemed, but day to day, I mostly just use my stats page to compare public bookmarks to total bookmarks, so this was an interesting exercise in making me actually look at any of these stats.

Stats stuff

1. How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

134,246

2. My Top 5 Fics by Hits:

This was interesting — I don't think I've ever looked at my hit counters before.

Deadbeat. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56638825)

Say Uncle (https://archiveofourown.org/works/57702268)

Thicker Than Water (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58122280)

Other Reasons To Hate Uchiha Itachi (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53127385)

In Progress (https://archiveofourown.org/works/60802894)q

With the exception of In Progress, these are ALL Naruto OC & Akatsuki fics, haha. That's my brand right now, I guess.

3. My Most Bookmarked Fic:

It was Deadbeat. It has 423 public bookmarks but 619 in total, which is almost triple the next most bookmarked fic of the year. Huh.

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Question Stuff

1. What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024?

Well, now that I'm looking at the statistics page, it's gotta be how well-liked In Progress is? I don't know, I don't usually look at kudos or anything (except to admire it if it's a palindrome!) so I didn't really realise... It's a 5K word one-shot Bleach fic that's basically time travel trope puree, because I skimmed most of the time travel tag and wanted to write something short and fun. I'm glad people seem to have liked it but I'm a little surprised.

2. What was the most enjoyable to write?

Probably Sweat Equity. Sweat Equity happened because an anon sent me a prompt and it was a banger. I wrote it in one sitting while I was in Bologna, sitting in a park beneath a tree that was almost certainly older than my whole city. It was nice.

3. Which fic is the most underrated?

Nailed It. Listen, I am not complaining. I understand why other people didn't love it like I did: it's high context and a stupid pairing, and I reckon MANY of the people who got a notification —for a Deidara/Madara fic that was already a spin off of some other unfinished soulmate AU fic! — were like "Ummm, what the fuck, Tozette, I'll pass."

I see you, you are so right, and that is a valid choice.

But also, I raise you: every character in that fic is terrible and it made me laugh.

4. Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened?

This bleach fic, which I may yet manage to clean up and archive for a little one shot eventually.

It never got off the ground because of fundamental incompatibility issues. Irreconcilable differences are grounds for divorce, etc etc. Can't be helped.

5. Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to?

I would have liked to have finished Where The Heart Is before I started writing like 5 different Bleach fics all at once, actually.

6. Any WIPs that never got published?

Goodness me, yes. Three Hidan/Kakuzu (Naruto) fics, a long form Ishida/Szayel (Bleach) fic, a new fic in my Murakami Madeline series (Naruto — that's Where The Heart Is), an Urahara/Ichigo/Urahara (Bleach) fic, an Akatsuki Time Travel Ensemble (Naruto) fic...

There are probably more.

7. Share a snippet from a WIP fic?

Here's something from my draft of Where The Heart Is:

"Your friend won't look me in the face, senpai," complained Tobi. "Isn't that too suspicious?" Maddie managed not to twitch but it was a near thing. She had absolutely no desire to look Uchiha Obito right in his sharingan eye. "It would be suspicious if she wanted to look at you!" Deidara snapped. Dramatically, he turned away from Tobi. "Stop following me everywhere! Hm!" "We're partners, though," Tobi responded, totally unconcerned by the honestly staggering amount of disdain Deidara could cram into one sentence. "Senpai, don't you want to spend time with me?" Tobi teetered forward and around so he could angle his bright orange mask up at Deidara's face. A shard of ceramic scraped on the stone floor underfoot. "Eh?" He looked down and spotted the broken pieces of Maddie's ugly ex-teapot. "Ah! Senpai, is it yours?" "Is it—?" Deidara's face contorted. "What are you trying to say?" Worse, his volatile chakra also contorted into a flicker of intense killing intent. Maddie's hearts kicked into their highest gear.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write?

Hmm. Interesting to have this as a question distinct from which was most enjoyable to write. Excitement...

Maybe Deadbeat?

Deadbeat was one of those fics that kind of happened to me while I was reading a lot of OC romance fics I didn't like very much and thinking about how I could write a Kakuzu one that I liked instead. Since it's not a romance you can only imagine how well that went! But I ended up liking it a lot better and writing all of it over a weekend in a scrambling little frenzy.

9. Fic hopes for the New Year?

I've got some WIPs to work on. I'd like to get Where The Heart Is (Naruto, Murakami Madeline (OC) fic), Plan C (Bleach, time travel, IchiIshi) and Open Season (Bleach, Grimmichi) posted.

Ideally, I would also like to hopefully get the other two Bleach fics drafted at least — the Urahara/Ichigo/Urahara one with the time travel and the romantic parasitism and the Ishida/Szayel one.

I hope my tolerance for the fandom lasts long enough to see me through, lol. We'll see!

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I'm cursing @mixelation and @redflagshipwriter with this tag meme because they might enjoy it. But if anyone wants to do this one and hasn't been tagged, tell everyone I tagged you. :P

[space-writes]

hello (again) writeblr! i decided to make a new intro that has all my current wips on it, since i have way more than when i first started out on here.

about me

I go by Space, my pronouns are they/he, and I’m in my third decade of existence, which is absolutely wild. I’ve been writing for most of it, so I like to think I’m pretty decent

I write mostly fantasy and erotica (sometimes at the same time), both original and fanfiction, and all of it's queer

You can find my work on my AO3 here, crossposted to my neocities here, and under my snippets tag

I’m open to tag and ask games, and my inbox is currently open to anything as well. I don’t always reply the fastest, but I’ll get to it eventually! (I don’t take part in chain asks, so please don’t send me them)

I use obsidian.md for all my writing, and it’s my favourite notes app ever, so I also talk about that occasionally. The tag for it is here, and I’m hoping to write some more showcases/tutorials this year!

my main goal is to actually finish some damn books and also to inflict my OC brainrot upon people. so far the second one is the only thing that’s actually happened, but i live in hope

My current wips are Chronicles of Valloroth (Renegade Prince being book one), Obedience, Obsession, and claws—summaries and links for all four are under the cut!

this is my writing sideblog, you can find my main @thespacelizard, and i follow/like from there

tag directory is here

current wips

Chronicles of Valloroth

⚔ Genre: Fantasy Adventure

⚔ Features: Queer cast, found family, A Whole Entire Dragon, magical mishaps, The Mere Concept of Doing The Right Thing, a grumpy assassin, a sparkly mercenary, knock-off tieflings, a handsome prince (he’s gay), more banter than your average dungeons and dragons campaign

⚔ Status: Book One: First draft completed, re-drafting in-progress || Book Two: drafting || Book Three: outlining

⚔ One Sentence Summary (Book One): A runaway prince seeks freedom in a new world and must find a way to convince a rag-tag group to defeat an ancient dragon, all whilst he is being hunted by a band of mercenaries and an infamous assassin.

⚔ Series Tag: valloroth blogging

claws

🩸 Genre: Queer Horror

🩸 Features: teacher/student relationship (university edition), toxic romance, gender fuckery, broken identity, demonology, murder, self-harm, obsession, stalking, infidelity, a lot of blood, pact-based magic system, corruption, jealousy, eldritch entities, love is a wound, body horror, attempted suicide, and a little bit of arachnophilia

🩸 Status: First draft complete!

🩸 One Sentence Summary: A young student’s obsession with his demonology teacher sparks a twisted romance that draws him to the limits of his humanity—and into the web of an eldritch horror.

🩸 Series Tag: wip: claws

Obedience

💜 Genre: Erotic Romance, D&D fanfiction (original characters, Forgotten Realms setting & loose 5E ruleset)

💜 Features: a variety of BDSM scenarios, one closed off wizard dom, one enthusiastic nerdy sub, weird uses for dnd spells, a painful amount of pining, somehow; worldbuilding, emotional slow burn, as much self indulgence as I can possibly fit in a fanfic series

💜 Status: Arcs 1-3 are complete (read on AO3 here, or my neocities here). The first book of Arc 4, The Perils of Wanting is currently being posted bi-monthly here. The second book of Arc 4, A Question of Trust, is on its second draft.

💜 One Sentence Summary: A D/s M/M series featuring two wizard boys, the kinky magic they get up to, and the feelings they definitely don’t have for each other.

💜 Series Tag: obedience fic blogging (it began on my main, so the tag there has more snippets)

Obsession

🕷 Genre: War of the Spider Queen/Forgotten Realms fanfiction, also Erotica, Horror and a smidge of Dark Romance

🕷 Features: OC/canon, a nightmare transmasc wizard boy, obsession, stalking, jealousy, violent impulses, dubious consent, possessiveness, evil gender dysphoria, incest, gore, the inherent horror of Having a Body, and occasionally actual school things happening at Sorcere

🕷 Status: Ongoing serial, which you can read on AO3 here, or my neocities here

🕷 One Sentence Summary: Pharaun Mizzrym is everything to Vizaeth Thaezyr. He’ll do anything for him—even if Pharaun doesn’t know it yet.

🕷 Series Tag: obsession fic blogging (it also began on my main, so check the tag there for additional content!)

[mitamicah]

New look but same old commissions!!

I updated my commission sheet so it also fit with IG - all information is the same as the previous (x)

I will link terms and conditions under the line :3

Terms and Conditions

1 General Information

At this time, I will be taking digital art commissions only.

Standard canvas size: 1200x1600 px, 300 dpi.

It is possible to ask for a different canvas size - the price will be raised for a bigger canvas and lowered slightly for a smaller one.

I have a limit of up to 5 characters per canvas unless something else is agreed upon.

Are you interested in a style not featured feel free to ask me and I can give you an offer.

2 Ownership

As the artist I own the final product: Please credit me if you post it (with permission) and do not delete the signature.

The art must not be used commercially.

3 Drawing limits

Things I will draw;

OCs; Shipart (within reason); Humans/humanoids; Animals of the canine, feline or equine families (cats, dogs and horses); Dragons; Anthropomorphic characters (to an extend); Children (to an extend); Elderly characters (to an extend); Fanart (more later); Armour (to an extend)

Things you have to ask me about;

SFW nudity; Muscular men or women; Big-busted women; (Mild) Gore; Monsters with undefined features; Birds, big fish and other less often drawn animals (eg. goats, rhinos, elephants, bears etc.)

Thing I won’t draw

NSFW nudity and scenes; Hateful art (lgbt-phobia, racistic, ableism etc.); Fetish art; Super detailed backgrounds

Specifically about fanart

I will gladly draw fanart of properties (movies, franchises, books etc.) that I know of and may also be persuaded to try fanart for stuff that I don’t know.

Please keep in mind that no matter what I will draw it in my style; I won’t replicate the style from a specific show/manga/book etc.

4 Work in Progress updates

I'll send work in progress (WIP) pieces when I am done sketching. Exceptions will happen when:

The owned art is a sketch drawing.

You communicate that you are not interested in wips

5 Payment options

At this time, Payment will happen through paypal only.

I will send you an invoice using the PayPal address you've stated in the commission form (more later).

The invoice will be in Danish Kroner, DKR.

Please do NOT send any money before I've accepted your commission.

Please pay within 3 days of getting the invoice - if this is not possible send me a dm/mail.  

Have I not recieved the payment within the 3 days' deadline, the deal is off.

It is not possible to split the payment. (aka paying half now and the other half later)

6 Refunds

As a commissioner you can get refunds before I send the first wip and/or if I do not update you within 14 days.

updating include the following;

sending you notes about the progress.

showing you wips of the progress.

being tagged in posts about possible setbacks.

If you decide to cancel your commission following the description above, you get 75% of your money back (little fee of asking for a refund).  

If you want refunds for any other reason than stated above, the same rules still apply IF you ask before the first wip has been sent.

If you ask for refunds AFTER the first wip the percentage will be calculated depending on how far I've gotten in the drawing process.

7 How to order

If want to commission me, please either DM me or send me a mail at thebadgerfoxdraws@gmail.com

If you want to make it easier for me you can fill in this form:

Username:

Offer: (eg. sketch bust)

Character(s): the name(s) and pronouns of your character/person(s) you want me to draw (to make sure I don’t misgender any character/person I may not know).

Reference(s): reference picture(s) of each character/person – (I prefer fullbodies for original characters). Please choose reference pictures in a good quality.

Background: (if you are not interested in a background or are indifferent, please tell me so as well).

Paypal adresss: (e-mail that I may send the paypal invoice to).

Other: some other details worth knowing - do you have a pose or expression in mind? do you not want wips? Etc.

[caeli0306]

024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup ✨

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

I was tagged by @skyfallscotland <3

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

375,016!

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

Eight! All of them are in my pinned post on my Tumblr.

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

If we're just counting the ones that already have a chapter up on AO3, four. If we're counting the ones that haven't been posted yet, I'm not entirely sure by at least 10 lol

4. What was your favourite thing you wrote?

This is tough! I loved VSGTSAS for obvious reasons, but castles crumbling/TFTAB is my baby. I really don't think I can choose!

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

Oh, definitely cold woman and in the eye of the beholder. They were my first forays into third person pov, and the first fics I wrote that weren't from Xaden or Violet's pov (not including Swan Song in that count bc those characters were all OCs). I really enjoyed writing both, but man was it hard to go back and forth between writing my first person fics and the third person ones.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

Definitely Violet Sorrengail's Guide to Spinning a Scandal. That was my first time participating in any kind of fic exchange, and I thought the idea was great but wasn't sure that many others would think the same. castles crumbling didn't have as many people reading it at the time and I had maybe like 25 followers here on Tumblr, so I was fully expecting no one to really read VSGTSAS. I was thrilled when people read it as much as they did when I was publishing it, but it was definitely really surprising for me at the time!

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

cold woman! I absolutely adored this fic, because I think Lilith is such an interesting, multi-faceted character. I cried SO HARD when she died, and being able to write out what I thought her final thoughts were was really interesting.

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

All of them! That might be overly generic. I literally like and save just about every piece of art I come across, but I tend to follow writers more than artists if that makes sense, so I probably couldn't name a specific one.

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

Going to copy @skyfallscotland and say @justallihere. Reading SITQ inspired me to start writing Swan Song, which was where I got my start writing fanfic!

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

Does myself count? Jk -- @widebrimmedhatsblog and @suebswrites! The number of times I've read their work is astounding; they're absolutely phenomenal!

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

Nope!

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

Pulling myself out there, first and foremost! I was SO scared to post the first chapter of Swan Song back in February -- I was convinced that people would hate it. And while it really didn't have many readers before I put it on hiatus, writing it helped me figure out what I wanted out of writing fan fiction and how I wanted to write it. I'm equally proud of myself for not giving into the pressure to push myself to update more or write my stories a specific way because that was what people wanted from me. As a chronic people-pleaser, that was a big milestone for me.

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

I learned that sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone! If I hadn't done that and let my nerves stop me from publishing that first fic, I never would have gained the wonderful community I have through the FW fandom.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

Writing fanfic is what you make of it! Comment on the fics you read, shamelessly promote yourself, and write what you want to write -- not what others want you to write (unless you also want to write it!)

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

Finish cc, finish the Did Someone Say Shots? series and danger zone and XRGTSAS, and then getting around to writing my super secret wip fic!

I have no clue who's done this and who hasn't so I'll be tagging @overjoyedisland @suebswrites @witch-and-her-witcher @essjaywrites and @ubiquitouslyme!