#I wrote this twice and I still don't know if either were okay 😭😭

[n0rthsqueen]

@therosepetalrps sends a raven;; [ tipsy ] for a drunken kiss - Sandor 💕

Tonight was a good night, and although the night is still young, Sansa finds herself longing to leave the rowdy festivities, as much as she enjoys them. She'll let the rest drink and sing and eat to their hearts content. Before leaving the feast for good and retiring for the night, she'd stepped out into the hall. Though she hadn't been aware that someone had followed.

❝Sandor?❞

She's certain her night will not end now, as Sandor presses his lips to hers in a quick yet powerful kiss. He's drunk, she's sure of it, and it would be no surprise if she's a little tipsy too, though she's no where near as drunk as the patrons inside. This cannot be real, is she dreaming? Had she fallen asleep, was she carried to her bed in her slumber? Sansa blinks, blinks, blinks when she pulls away, lips part but words do not follow. He's drunk, it's a mistake, he doesn't mean it.

❝Sandor—❞ his name comes as a gasp, eyes wide, trained on him as if she'll blink and he'll disappear. Her heart beats ten times quicker, like the little pounding footsteps of a rabbit.

She is as drunk as he is, surely, because her hands find their place against his arms as if to steady herself. She wants pull him closer and push him away all at once, wants to lean up on her toes to try and match his height, to get closer, to share just one more little kiss. She shouldn't, they shouldn't. He shouldn't have followed her and Sansa shouldn't have left. Would this have happened if she hadn't left? Would they have sat across from one another like they had been, drinking their respective drinks and enjoying the company of the other?

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Character asks:

Helen - 4, 19

James - 2, 12

John - 5, 21

If this is too many you don’t have to but I wanted to choose a variety. Have fun! :)

Hi! Thank you so much! Not too many, I love these things! :)

Helen

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I don't know. Sanctuary is my absolute favorite, but a lot of things I enjoy, I know Helen wouldn't thrive or make sense in. (And I have yet to see some of the shows it seems you could slide Sanctuary characters into almost seamlessly).

Maybe The X-Files? I do really enjoy the Sanctuary crossover story I wrote for it and you could blend the two worlds together nicely.

Like, what Mulder thinks are vampires or werewolves or aliens or whatever else could easily be explained by the existence of abnormals and/or Helen foiling Mulder and Scully's investigations.

So, yeah. Helen would fit nicely into The X-Files world. And if she wasn't allowed to have the other characters and her network, she would still be the person she is, helping the different people in a world that doesn't always treat them kindly. Either way, it would be a blast to see her with Mulder and Scully. And just confounding Skinner as well.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

@chartreuseian beat you to this one, so I'll just paraphrase what I wrote then. :)

The ones I hate actually make sense. (Such as Addison and Wexford and such, you were supposed to hate the dynamics).

I really don't have a canon relationship of Helen's that I hate, because platonic or otherwise, I enjoy them for the most part.

I did honestly hate Helen/Nikola for a quite while there, though I've warmed up to them now. The catacombs were NOT an expression of love and I do not agree that the writers 'didn't understand his character/motivations'. He behaved how the fandom expects John to and I just hate that was considered the base, because he was lying and using her. I do write them more often than my preferred Helen/John or Helen/James/John, because I feel less likely to mess them up and I don't write the Rome experience as romantic.

*coughs* Okay, sorry for the rant, but sometimes as a Magnitt shipper (even one who does ship Teslen too) a girl has to rant about Teslen. Life of a multi-shipper.

James

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I love practically everything about James in canon, except for not getting more of him and him dying. This was a cruel question. 😭😆

His support of Helen, especially when you learned that she had time travelled and he knew, which means he knew when we were introduced to him. But he was always there for her and you know he was doing that for her time travelling self up until he died. (Does that count as canon? I hope so, because it seems so obvious.)

I also love his reactions when he and John were reunited twice.

We were robbed of more James Watson in canon.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

chartrueseian also beat you to this question. I have plenty of half-formed headcanons for James. Particularly on his love for Helen and John.

Here's my favorite headcanon:

He convinced Helen to move back to London for the majority of her pregnancy so that he could take care of her, and he delivered Ashley when she was born. He loves Helen, of course, but his love for John would have also been a huge factor for him needing to be there, needing to take care of Helen and the baby. Helen and John's child would be incredibly important to him and it would be an emotional time for him, almost as much as it was for Helen. (I also headcanon he was a part of the removal and reimplantation of the embryo). He would be one of the few people that Helen would trust and want to deliver her child, especially that child. But as much as the this is his family, he feels like an outsider at the same time, an honorary 'uncle', not a father, no real right to be a father figure, even though he's always going to do his best by them.

John

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Monster by Imagine Dragons

Its my No.1 song for John. All of is so powerful for his character, but particularly these parts:

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me/ I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me/ A monster, a monster/ I've turned into a monster/ and it keeps getting stronger

Can I clear my conscience/ If I'm different from the rest/ Do I have to run and hide (oh oh oh oh)/ I never said that I want this/ This burden came to me/ And it's made its home inside (oh, oh, oh, oh)

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

My favorite thing to do is portray the humanity in John, remind everyone (characters and audience) that he was a very good man and he didn't lose that completely. Becoming Jack the Ripper and carrying the energy creature (unknowingly) for over a century would wear down and twist anyone.

He's flawed, just like everyone else, and went through it all alone. He still has humanity and I really love to shine a light on the fact and draw on it.

What I don't like (though I don't right it if I don't like it, usually, when it comes to anything) is John being portrayed as an abusive, possessive, gaslighting, jealous beyond reason bastard. Because he's not. The only time in canon he physically hurt Helen was in Haunted, when he had just killed and the energy creature's bloodlust was shown to be high. (I'm really not counting Tempus here because she beat the hell out of him mostly to feel good, he had a right to fight back). I don't like seeing him reduced to just evil/a monster, especially as an excuse for Helen to be with someone else.

[dxmoness]

─────── 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆...

When you are young, they assume you know nothing...

That is true, and you of all people should know.

Every night, you hear them. The screams of fury from your parents during their endless and slowly draining fights, the whispers of the servants gossiping about your parents and even yourself.

You find yourself now fifteen, no longer a child thus everyone assumed you know how to do hard tasks like this. You are expected to find a mature fiancee. Yes, this means at the very least twice your age.

You were against it, but had no choice. You've been talking with the suitors these past few weeks. None could grab your attention, only drift it further away from them.

It was not because you were bored and rebelling against your parents’ wishes. It was just that the topics they chose were either too formal for your taste or vulgar for your age. Some conversations were extremely inappropriate despite talking to a minor. It made you shudder at the mere memory of them.

They assumed you didn't know this was illegal. Of course they would. You are young. You know nothing of the laws. But you know all too well that this is wrong. Everything about this is wrong.

“When are you going to pick?! Useless brat...” Your mother shouts at you, striking you across the face. The night is young so you go to the garden. The side of your cheek burning from her force. It is red, you know so. They had taken you to your room to clean your cheek, but you ran away too fast. Your father and mother’s argument is still fresh in your mind.

Your fingers caress the spot to comfort yourself, but to no avail. It hurt worse at the feeling of being touched. Your tears pricked as you tuck your knees towards your chest and simply hide in the trees, crying.

“Is something wrong?” You look up to see a hooded person. The voice belonged to this figure.

“Huh?” You are surprised. No one spoke of a guest this late... Perhaps you misunderstood the voices?

The figure kneels down and the gloved fingers move, coming to contact with your cheek. You flinch at the touch, causing the person to retract their hand. “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay...” Your voice falters as you see the person's face. Your eyes widen with surprise. It was the late Marquess’ son, Helio Niccolo.

“He...lio? They said you died!” You couldn't believe it. “How? Why?”

“So you've heard.” Helio smiles simply. “But that isn't important right now, what's more important is asking how you got that.” He points at your reddening swollen cheek.

“It’s nothing...” “That’s a lie.” He countered. “ Please tell me.”

There is a silence that indicated you'd rather not talk about it , this makes Helio nod as he takes something from his coat. “Would you like some?” It was a few warm muffins. Your stomach grumbles at the sight as he hands you one without you making a response. You knew you wouldn't be allowed to have dinner if they found you now so you eat the muffin.

That's how you two spent your moments together...

─────── NOTES?!

I don't really have that much to say. This is just a random thing I wrote 😭

─────── INVITATIONS?!

@primordixl , @shiverisms

[potterandpromises]

An Apartment of Our Own

My contribution to the genre of fics exploring the in-universe OMITB fandom, Theobel style. Any similarities to any actual Tumblr blogs or fanfics is purely coincidental, and of course, this is all in good fun. (In order to recreate Mabel's style of speaking and signing at the same time, as in the show, the signed parts of her dialogue are underlined. Because Tumblr doesn't allow for underlining, this fic will continue on AO3 here or below in the place I found it silliest and most fun.)

They never hid their friendship.

Sure, Mabel gave it a good six weeks before she casually let it slip to the guys that her and Theo hang out. Just so she could come up with a few solid rebuttals if they gave her pushback. (‘Charles, you dated a serial killer.’ ‘Theo’s actually pretty fun to be around.’ 'According to greater society, we shouldn't be friends either.' 'I don't let old men tell me what to do.')

(Okay, they were about as solid as Oliver’s dips.)

(When the conversation came, Oliver was weirdly supportive about it. Charles looked exactly how he did when she first mentioned dating Alice.)

And yeah, she gave it an additional few months before she mentioned it to her mom. The distance gave her time and she wanted extra confidence the good feeling she and Theo had around each other wasn't a haze that would soon lift. She wanted the shitty phone call to be worth it. And it was. He was worth it.

But they never hid it. Not really. Not in public. If, last autumn, a fan of the pod posted a blurry five second video of two people who might possibly, maybe, be them using ASL in the winding path of the basement of an antique shop in midtown, well, she didn’t let it concern her.

Superfans aside, as the months dragged on without her involvement in another stabbing incident and/or murder, not many people cared about Bloody Mabel. Equally, she cared less and less about strangers' opinions.

Then Ben Glenroy died twice.

It wasn't like with Bunny; Mabel wasn't so unbearably close to the story. Still, the internet talks, and Theo got a writing credit for that season 3 teaser trailer he wrote. Questions were raised they still hasn't answered.

“Have you seen this?” Theo holds up his phone, shakes it slightly. His lips twitch, amused... or nervous?

Mabel sets her knitting aside, leans forward on the couch, and recognizes the website.

And the blog.

She furrows her brow, and takes his phone.

The Tumblr is onlyarconicsinthebulldogging, and they've reblogged from frogfuckergirl555. She has no idea who frogfuckergirl555 is, or if they're a frequent poster. For the briefest second, she feels almost proud of herself for that.

The post is a simple sentence, followed by a link.

Idk what this is but they’re kinda cute together??? especially if the rumors are true???

There's an emoji sequence in the tags that only grows Mabel's wariness: 😭😭😭👌🏻👌🏻🔥🔥🔥

She gives Theo another long, long look.

He doesn’t blush, exactly. He squirms in his chair like he regrets bringing knowledge of this— what she swiftly imagines with a level of visual accuracy only possible through prolonged proximity— onto himself.

“Open— read it!” he signs quick and jerky, like Mabel wouldn’t understand at all without context. "Please," he adds, and crosses his legs.

The suspense might be killing him. She, however, could live very happily not knowing the details of what people imagine they get up to, what precisely those aforementioned rumors are. If she doesn’t do her research though, if she chooses to live in blissful ignorance, the universe will surely send Marv her way to clear it all up for her.

She clicks the link, opens up Archive of Our Own.