#Lafayette scenarios

[astralaffairs]

Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

Also here's my OC boundaries since I've been drawing OC stuff the past couple weeks (copied from bsky)

Is fanart okay: ya :)

Is shipping okay: nah sorry

Is kinning okay: preferrably nah

Is fanfic/writing okay: hmmmmmm idk probably not. Ask first ig

Can others draw their OC with yours: hmm ask first

Is NSFW okay: depends on character and scenario (hard no for lafayette)

I'm also open to asks abt my OCs but I can't guarantee interesting answers lmfao

[ultravi0lence14]

Class of 2013: Chapter One

dean winchester x fem!OC

3.8k | angst, fluff, spn level violence

summary: the first time rosine met dean and sam winchester was a puzzling one. but she was a woman of science, anything could be possible. right?

From a young age, Rosine Millan had always been curious.

Her brain was far beyond what any of the adults around her could fathom. As little as six, Rosine was reading literature that some twenty year olds have not even thought of picking up. Her grades at school were exceptional, having her skip the fourth grade and sadly missing out on the famed amusement park trip. Most importantly, Rosine was herself, and she did not seem to care how others viewed her.

Whether she was a goody two shoes or a loner freak who no one wanted to sit near at lunch, Rosie did not care. She knew that she was smart. And she knew that one day, she was going to do something big, and all of these years of loneliness and sparse amounts of friends would just be a footpath in her grand story.

The dusty shelves of her hometown's small library laughed at her as she thought back to all those dreams she naively had at thriteen. It was not like Rosine did not strive for her goals. She attended MIT for BioChemical Engineering, finishing top of her class and even completing two years of a masters degree. The professors that worked with her all knew that when Rosine made it to Phd level, then she would be as smart and even maybe as influential as some of the biggest names the world could offer.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the sudden death of her father when she was 24. The quickness of it all took such a toll on her mother, that Larissa Millan begged Rosine to come back home. She argued that she was getting old, and that staying in that big home all alone without her father would be too much for her to handle. If only Rosine knew this was a way for Larissa to trap her in the small, uncolourful town she grew up in, guilt tripping her own daughter to stay home with her and not pursue her dreams, then Rosine would’ve found a lovely home for her mother to stay at a long time ago.

This all took place two years ago. Rosine was now 26 and both the manager and only employee at the local bookshop. The place hadn’t seen a grateful customer or let alone a busy day in the past two years Rosine worked there. The old manager had passed away only six months after Rosine started, and she gave up trying to find new workers after another three. No one in this town even gave a thought to reading, and Rosine found that sad to be completely honest.

Though the thought of the emptiness of the bookstore was not as sad as the thought of Rosine’s life. At 22, she had her whole life ahead of her. Finish a Phd in chemical engineering; maybe get another in biology if she was feeling crazy. Work her way up to something big and something that could change the world. But none of that happened. No world altering scenarios have happened since Rosine quit her studies. The only crazy thing she headlined was her return back to her small town outside of Lafayette, Louisiana.

Rosine only missed the southern charm of life when she moved away from home. Screw the small town where people know what has happened in your family before you did. If Rosine could find a way to move to any of the southern states after she finished her schooling, then she would’ve.

All of that was long gone for her now. Rosine Millan lived a repetitive cycle each day, and if she did not change something soon, she was going to lose it.

It was any other normal day for Rosine. Her alarm went off at exactly 6 am sharp, giving her enough time to read her recent novel for about an hour. When 7 rolled around, her waist length wavy hair would flow behind her shoulders as she got ready for the day. A simple pink, white, and purple striped sweater is what she landed on today. Paired with her calf length white skirt covered in lace and little black ballet flats, Rosine was ready for whatever crazy adventures her dusty books would bring her today.

Larissa was not awake by the time Rosine left, and to be honest, she never even saw her daughter when she got home. Rosine’s resentment started right when she realized her mom did not care if she saw her own daughter, just that she could say she finally was not alone. This crossed Rosine’s mind as the bell above the library door ringed over her head. The store opened at 8, and Rosine only had about twenty minutes to get everything prepared for the non existent customers.

By the time 10 rolled around, Rosine was sick and tired of sitting on the uncomfortable stool behind the register and decided to reshelve books that had probably already been moved by her at least fifty times. There truly was nothing for her to do. She had already gone through each chemistry and physics book she kept behind the register, her fifth read of Dracula was only last week, and she noticed that she might have displaced a couple of books in the ancient mythology section last week.

The clock read 2pm around the time Rosine was halfway finished. In all that time, only one person had walked in and that was only because they mistook it for the coffee shop next door. It was all so classic. People walking past the store’s window and looking on at Rosine with pity. They knew what she was capable of, what she went to school to achieve and almost achieved. The people of Rosine’s small town sympathized for the young girl. They just did not plan on talking with her or even giving a sliver of hospitality.

Right as the clock struck 3:13, the bell above the door sang a hopeful song. It startled Rosine so gravely that the large books on sirens in Greek Mythology stumbled right out of her hands and smacked her upper body on the way down to the ground around her feet.

It was two men, and Rosine felt her eyes bug out behind the lenses of her raspberry coloured small, oval shaped glasses. In her whole life, Rosine had never seen these two guys. Newcomers didn’t find themselves in this town, so two new, young, and very attractive Rosine would add, men coming into town was shocking. Even more shocking that they were in her bookstore like they needed something and not like they expected it to have coffee beans spilled on the floor.

The taller of the two seemed more emerged in the kind of books than the other man with him. His shaggy bangs dropped into his eyes over his forehead as he skimmed the titles of the books, quickly putting one down and picking another up when he didn’t find what he was looking for. The shorter (which is saying a lot because he had to be a few good inches taller than Rosine) was looking around the store like he was hyped up on nerves. His body language and persona was having Rosine feel like he was anticipating something. That the only reason he and this other man were here was to get to the thing he was so jittery on doing.

Dean felt as though someone was watching him. The store seemed vacant, but for some reason, it felt as though eyes were piercing the back of his skull. Turning towards the back of the store where a couple rows of vertical bookshelves stood, Dean spotted the most interesting girl he had ever seen. She didn’t seem like any of the other townsfolk. Everyone was so bubbly, happy and like every day for them would be walking on the clouds and shitting out rainbows. This girl looked to be afraid of her own shadow, eyes widening to the size of saucers when Dean caught her eye. He smiled as he watched the girl quickly whip her head back to the shelf in front of her. The long hair resting above her hips smoothing over in her hand as she brought the strands to her lips.

She wanted to smack herself. Rosine finally had customers and now the very attractive young guy probably thinks she’s a total creep. As she turned her back towards the two strangers to collect herself and put more books away, Rosine didn’t notice the pending look on Dean’s face. The girl seemed interesting, and if asking her for help on the whereabouts of the book would lead him toward the smell of pie next door then he would do whatever.

“Hi there.” Rosine actually startled as a deep voice sounded from behind her. Slowly turning around, she noticed it was the man who caught her staring earlier. Looking up at him wide eyed, Rosine shyly smiled and fixed the glasses on the bridge of her nose. “Hello! What can I help you with?” The girl’s voice had a slight southern twang to it, and Dean was starting to grow more fond of her as the time grew on forward.

Shining one of his award-worthy smiles, Dean leaned against one of the bookshelves and took notice of the girl's shaky body language. “Me and my brother over there were just wondering if you had any books on ancient Gods and Goddesses. It’s for a book report and we need it pretty badly.” Rosine’s face twisted in confusion at his words. It wasn’t for the type of book he wanted, Rosine had plenty of those. The girl was just curious about where these two guys would go to school around here. They didn’t seem to be in high school, and the closest university was an hour and a half away.

Brushing off the weird feeling she got in her gut, Rosine moved an inch way down the shelf and reached on her tiptoes for the exact book the man was looking for. As she was diverted away from his view, Dean took a chance to get a glimpse of her side profile. The girl was gorgeous, he couldn’t lie. With her big round eyes and sharp facial features, the girl could practically be one of the Goddesses in the book he and Sam needed.

Her waist length hair flowed with her as she moved, and Dean found it almost hypnotizing. Almost as though the rhythm of the motions was supposed to draw him in. A small cough brought him from his daydreams, and Dean looked up to realize she had been staring at him trying to get his attention. The awkwardness creeped into Dean’s body, but at least they were now even for catching each other looking at the other.

“Here you go.” Rosine’s voice came out in a timid squeak, and Dean couldn’t help the big, cheesy grin that overtook his face. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Usually, if a man called her anything along those lines, Rosine’s cheeks would be as red as a firetruck. But her senses were shot as her hand brushed his. Instantly, the scene of the man and his brother fighting a tall blonde, glowing, God-like figure came into her head. It shocked her, for the imagery flashed in her brain like a bullet train, but she could see it so clearly.

To Dean, it looked as though the girl had spaced out. Face blank and void of any emotions. But to Rosine, it was like her mind was on autopilot. When she snapped out of her trance she gasped and stepped far back from Dean’s confused figure. She didn’t know what to do, and Rosine always knew what to do.

Her wide eyed stare alerted Dean that him and Sam should probably get going. When he asked Rosine if he and his brother could take the book out for a couple of days, Rosine just nodded, telling him she’d do the book transaction when he left. The girl needed to be alone, but as Sam and Dean were almost out the door, she felt herself speaking in a volume she hadn’t gotten to since she was 23. “It’s a Goddess.”

Her voice startled Sam and Dean to a halt. Both brothers turned around and stared at her with mirrored confusion. Though all Rosine could do was mimic her sentence. “A Goddess is what you should look for, not a God.” She paused for a second and then continued with her nails retracting to her mouth. “Also, go for the blondes.”

Rosine’s statement had both Sam and Dean looking at each other confused and very much suspicious, but they didn’t want to assume anything before they got to the books. With a curt thank you from Sam, Rosine was alone, and she started pacing back and forth thinking what possibly could have just happened to her.

As the night progressed, Rosine found herself wondering if whatever happened earlier was just all in her imagination. It couldn’t have been though, it was so real. Rosine was a woman of science, and science always taught that you needed hardcore proof to back up your thesis. So with her bag slung over her shoulder, Rosine made her way to the abandoned greenhouse she recognized in her - could she call it a vision? She really didn’t know what just happened but vision was the closest thing to it.

The overgrown vines and dark, twisting roads had the jitters wrestling in Rosine’s stomach, but she needed to know what was going on in her mind. Better yet, she needed to know if that vision was true and if those two men were safe or not. The front of the greenhouse was covered in ivy, crawling from the bottom foundation all the way to the glass roof. When Rosine got closer to the door, she could hear a struggle going on inside. Slowly making her way to the entrance and peeking her head through the crack, Rosine saw something truly unremarkable.

A large figure looming over the ground with a glowed aura was throwing the two men from the bookstore around with what seemed to be the flick of her hand. That alongside the fact that what she envisioned was real had a gasp ripping through Rosine’s throat. Her voice shocked everyone in the room - including Rosine, and Sam and Dean were looking at her with puzzled expressions

Dean couldn’t believe it. What was she doing here? Better yet, how did she even know they were here? The greenhouse was pretty secluded from the rest of town. And why was she looking at the ancient Goddess with a look like she just had a eureka moment?

���I knew it.” Rosine whispered to herself. Sam’s head turned like a lost puppy at this comment. What does she mean by she knew? The girl’s body emerged into the doorway now, and Dean was starting to get increasingly more worried about the very old being’s evil presence mucking about. “I knew what I envisioned was real. I’m not crazy!”

Envisioned? Oh god, she was another one of the yellow eyed demons little chess pieces. It all made sense. How she knew where to find them, the fact that she knew that it was a Goddess instead of a God. It was all clicking in Sam's mind; also Dean’s, who was looking at him with the look he gave his brother when they were both on the same page.

Everything made sense until they looked back over at the Goddess. Her face was pale, a shocked sheen overcoming her eyes. Almost as though the sight of Rosine was unbelievable. “It can’t be.” She spoke, reeling forward to get a better look at the girl. “The prophecies foretold the coming of the seer, but we never imagined her to be so. . . strange looking.”

The comment had Dean’s eyebrow raising and Sam’s jaw hitting the floor. Though Rosine wasn’t as shocked as she should be. She looked more kicked down then mind blown. With nimble fingers playing with the ends of her hair, Rosine started to shuffle on the spot. “I get the glasses are a little out of the box but strange looking? I’d go for more of one of a kind.”

“Hold on. Everyone stop for a minute.” Sam came in between Rosine and the otherworldly creature. Hands out like he was breaking up a schoolyard fight. “What the hell do you mean she is a seer?” Dean’s voice filtered through the room, shock and a little bit of confusion in his voice. “What the hell even is a seer?”

The Goddess started walking around the group in circles, eyes drawn dangerously on Rosine. “The seer. The one who foretells the future. Gifted with visions of what’s to come. Her gift bares no pain, she can see into the future whenever she feels immense danger or when she pleases.” Rosine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Yeah her ideals heavily relied on scientific factors, but she always had a small inkling that something supernatural was lurking out in the world. Who knew it only took till 2005 and the knowledge that she was a seer to find out?

Dean was gazing on at the girl like she was a beacon of light drawing him in. He couldn’t believe it. This girl who was so smart, so unique, and very much just herself was the only seer on the planet. Yeah, Sam had his visions, but he didn’t ask for those. They were painful and caused his brother immense agony. But this girl, she was destined to be this way. Her gift wasn’t grotesque and torturous like Sam’s. It was graceful and built in the stars. A rose without all it’s twisted and jagged thrones.

“That’s amazing.” Dean breathed out, watching as Rosine turned to him and blushed cherry red. Words layed on the tip of his tongue, and he could tell Sam wanted to say something too, but the Goddess beat them to it. “Too bad we have to kill you, Rosine Millan.” Her words had Sam and Dean jumping back into fight mode, though all that was going through Dean’s head was, ‘Rosine. What a pretty name.’

Rosine stood back, watched as the two brothers fought this creature who was trying to kill her. That weirdly was not going through her head. All Rosine could think of was, ‘How did she know my name?”

The fight led on, and after Sam delivered the final blow, killing the Goddess for good, he and Dean could finally get some answers on who this girl was. Turning towards the girl, Sam put his gun away and slowly walked over to Rosine; who was now huddled by the door and holding the frame like her life depended on it. Reaching his hand out, Sam allowed Rosine to grasp onto his palm. Guiding her out as he felt a relaxed squeeze be delivered to his hand.

“You’re okay.” He spoke softly, watching as Dean started to grab all their things and head to the Impala. “My name is Sam Winchester and that is my older brother Dean. What about you?” His question had a wave of panic rolling through the girl. She was never good with introductions, and she could already feel the ramblings rolling off her tongue before the words even came out. “Well, my name is Rosine Annabelle Millan! I was born on October 30th, 1979 - which makes me a Scorpio! I was born and raised right here in Louisiana and-”

Her excited yet nervous rambles were cut off by Sam’s joyous giggle. He could already tell that Rosine was a fun girl to be around and he hadn’t even known her a day. “I didn’t mean for you to tell me your whole life story. Just a little fact, if that is fine with you.” Rosine smiled brightly at this, she loved facts. And as her and Sam walked out into the chilly night air, she could see Dean perking up so he could catch a bit of her stories.

“I really like science. I actually studied BioChemical Engineering at the Massachusetts Institution of Technology. I was planning on getting a doctorate in Chemical Engineering and Biology, Physics if I was feeling crazy, but my dad died when I was 24, and my mom didn’t want to be all alone. So here I am! Back home like nothing ever happened.” The shocked look on Dean’s face could be seen from a mile away. He thought Sammy was pretty smart for going to Stanford for pre-law. But MIT? Studying Engineering with sprinkles of the three sciences? This girl had to be a genius.

While Sam and Rosine talked for a while, Dean couldn’t help but think of Rosine and the thought of seer’s. He didn’t even know they existed, another supernatural being he assumed to be a fable. But this girl was one, and she was real. And for some reason, Dean couldn’t stop taking small glances at her over Sam’s body. Something was drawing him to this girl. He didn’t know what, but Dean was going to do his damn best to find out.

“You should come with us.” Dean broke the conversation between Sam and Rosine. He watched as Rosine’s widened and Sam looked at him with a confused look. “What do you mean?” A little bit of her southern accent peaked out, and Dean couldn’t help but smile. “Sam and I, we hunt monsters, supernatural creatures alike. I just thought it would be best that you tag along so you can understand what you are more.”

Rosine was stumped. She didn’t know what to do. Sam broke through her thoughts as he went to stand beside Dean in front of the Impala. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know leaving your home and your mom would be pretty hard. But Dean has a point. It would be nice for you to figure out this whole seer thing.” The two men made a good point, and Rosine was starting to realize how crappy her life really was.

A washed up MIT graduate who didn’t even make it to her first doctorate, back in her hometown running a store no one even cared to look into with a mom who didn’t give two pigs about her as long as she could keep everything under her control. Rosine finally meant something. She wasn’t that shy girl who people picked on in elementary school. She wasn’t the girl who had no friends in university, too busy in a lab. And she most certainly wasn’t the girl who let others opinions on her damper her spirit.

She was a fucking seer, and Rosine Millan was going to grasp at whatever she could with this opportunity.

When Sam and Dean started to think that maybe Rosine just wasn’t ready an excited squeal erupted from the woman’s car, shocking them into both looking over in her direction. With a determined look in her round eye’s, Rosine pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose and put one hand on her hip in a matter of fact movement. “I’m in! When do we leave?”

[ntzsche9]

So, hi! I'm Verne (they/them), practically a queer elder in my 30s, brand new to tumblr (dunno how I ever missed the boat), and I only ever seem to write in the 20 minutes or so between pulling up to work and clocking in, or when I'm putting my toddlers down for a nap but don't want to crawl out of their beds and address the chores I gotta do while they're out of the way. I've written poetry, prose, and roleplayed in the past but got away from it for years and years, and only recently started writing again. I have notebooks and lists of story ideas but the few things I have fleshed out are mostly silly character-based "what if?" scenarios, because those are the most fun to me. Too many of my stories are me simply wanting to write a scene, developing a bit of a world around it, then losing interest entirely. I hope this blog can change that a bit, help me focus on following through or figuring out how to better develop small ideas into something longer.

Interests:

Post-apocalyptic

Near-future dystopias

Scifi/Fantasy (urban) with magical realism

History/AltHistory (especially lesser-known and marginalized stories)

Horror, dark, violent, and mature themes

Queer everything. I can't write heteros to save my life and I'm not all that sorry about it.

Sexy melodrama and smut with too much plot

Fanfiction (I could read/write Fallout stuff all day)

Some Favorite Authors:

Octavia Butler

Nnedi Okorafor

VE Schwab

Starhawk

Madeline Miller

Ta-nehisi Coates

Becky Chambers

Emma Donoghue

Looking for:

Community, inspiration, other writers to follow, and problem-solving tips in storytelling and sticking to stories when things get tough. I really just need some folks to talk to when working through all the things in my head. Open to the occasional tag but I'm not great at responding.

I have plenty more little bits of nonsense in various states of readability, like character backgrounds, alt-ending scenes, slice-of-life banter between characters, etc. These will be posted under the tag #ntzsche misc

Noteworthy WIPs:

Bad Blood - A Fallout Nuka-World fanfic (#ntzsche Nuka-World)

My longest story is a fanfic, but with a cast of characters largely not in the Fallout 4 DLC. I intend to eventually write this in a way that someone who hasn't played the game would be able to easily read.

Lafayette, the son of a 'retired' raider, left his abusive father to find his place in the world and was taken in by an eclectic trauma-bonded found family that inspires him to be a better person and shows him love he is certain he doesn't deserve. When his father comes across them in a raid, Lafayette is given the offer to join him, and he agrees in order to save the settlement and his little brother. Lafayette finds that being with his dad again, and being the son he always wanted him to be, isn't nearly as difficult as he thought it would be. He struggles to maintain the person he wants to be with the person he suspects he is, all while a cast of scheming raiders, wastelanders, and slaves vie for power in the raider city built within the rusted remains of an amusement park.

Salem's Child (#ntzsche Salem)

A background on one of the lesser Nuka-World characters that I got carried away with.

Andrew Rook doesn't look like his parents. He looks like someone they are desperate to forget. Growing up in post-apocalyptic Salem, Massachusetts has it's perks, though. In a fading settlement run by incompetent men who would rather blame the population of feral black cats for their problems than try to solve them, Andrew and his two best friends build a world in their imagination that shields them from the wretchedness of the wasteland and the people they have to rely on to survive.

Hechizo

Another character background that I would love to expand into a few short stories around.

Mateo Zavala was born in the vibrant and tight-knit community of Navarro. His great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother, a pre-war ghoul, is still the ruling matriarch, and it's hard for her not to play favorites when she has over 300 living descendants.

The Crash (#ntzsche Crash)

A what-if real-world rewrite of an event from another story. I just really enjoy writing these two.

Gabe always knew his functional alcoholic roomie would get into a terrible car wreck some day, but he never thought he would be dumb enough to be in the car with him. When the consequences of the wreck threaten to destroy Dave's life, Gabe finds himself doing everything he can to hold those pieces together. The love he harbors for his straight, polyamorous best friend runs deeper than either of them are ready to face, and find that Dave's injury turns their relationship completely on end.

[icarusbetide]

ridiculous historical alternative scenario 1

i have seen your scottish alexander hamilton and love him deeply. may i suggest the far less plausible, actually probably impossible scenario my group chat created for the kick of it: french alexander hamilton.

we pulled a bene gesserit and went back in time to careful go through generations of genetic selection and whatnot just to insure that alexander hamilton is born in france.

his mother rachel was a huguenot french, if i'm not mistaken (or at least a descent) and i believe she was born in the west indies, her father being a physician? once again, this isn't for sure and i'll need to find a reliable source on that, but we really do lack a lot of information about her.

why this absolutely implausible scenario, you ask?

solely to imagine a world where thomas jefferson went to france and was absolutely taken by this catty frenchman - and suddenly all the things he hated about hamilton in reality are charming and vogue. he loves hamilton like he loves lafayette. hon hon hon.

and the second implausible scenario: lafayette and hamilton know each other from childhood (they weren't even in the same social sphere but this already makes no sense so shhh) and they come to america to fight together. let's just pretend hamilton is somehow from a very noble french family now. wreaking havoc onto washington's staff and waggling his eyebrows at everyone. we want to see washington squirm, a flip of the power dynamic.

imagine he meets napoleon. is he captured with lafayette? does he become a radical and agree with jefferson? whatever the hell we want, this makes no sense.

so in conclusion, this is a shitty au that has no historical basis nor is cleverly figured out. but we wanted to see alexander acting exactly like the french stereotype, flirting, drinking, dancing, wearing ridiculous clothing, taking washington by the cheek and kissing him. just chaos, to the extreme. i mean, frenchmen seemed to love him so.

this is late retribution for alexander never getting to go to france even when john laurens petitioned for him. sorry ham, you would've taken paris by storm.

it's camp.

[crown-of-roses-thsc]

Fun Fact: Crown of Roses (at least in the Toppat Civil Warfare branch, which is the direction I always intended to take the story and thus is the one that more clearly tells the story I want to tell) is inspired quite a bit by a few different musicals, namely Hamilton and Heathers. Now, I am in no way claiming that this edgy little comic holds a candle to either of those stories, but they played a huge part in the inspiration for this comic.

The original story was, as I’ve mentioned prior, conceptualized around a satirical and over-dramatic animatic using the song Satisfied about Ellie lamenting her love for Reginald but staying with Henry as she cared about him and knew it would break his heart. I was fully aware that the idea was stupid as heck and I think made me grow even more attached to it.

But even beyond the original silly idea, many intact ideas still come from both of these musicals (and some additions I’ve still been adding have also been inspired from these musicals).

The rag-tag gang of rebels isn’t a trope exclusive to Hamilton, but it’s definitely where I got the original idea. As well as this, the way I characterize Reginald in this story has always been inspired by Aaron Burr, specifically in “Wait For It”, “Aaron Burr, Sir”, and “The Room Where It Happens”. He’s a little self-centered, and while Ellie (“Hamilton” in this scenario) gets all the glory despite how reckless she is, Reginald tries to be the voice of reason and be more patient- hiding that, as well as to wait for the right time to strike, he’s also quite terrified of everything.)

Sven as a whole was always based off of Samuel Cebeary (“Farmer Refuted” from Hamilton), but I also connect him to Lafayette for some reason (likely because in the animatics I would form in my head, he always ended up cast as Lafayette, prolly due to the funny accents hehe). Lefty has always been Hercules Mulligan, I don’t remember if he was a direct inspiration for Lefty’s character but I would not be surprised if he was.

Under this Point are Major Spoilers!! Proceed At Your Own Risk

Carol originally played a different role in the comic (a more antagonistic one methinks, which I’m trying to bring back a bit) and was heavily based on Heather Chandler (from “Heathers”), with her lackey- Miss Demeanor- being based on Heather Macnamera. I’m still split on what I plan on doing with her? I would like to include her honestly, so I hope I can fit her in.

Crown of Roses Ellie definitely took some inspiration from Veronica Sawyer, then transitioned to JD in Crown of Thorns (this let Sven become her Veronica, in a way).

Randy Radman as a whole was inspired 100% by Beetlejuice the Musical, but the concept of ghosts in the story was inspired by Heathers completely, namely in the song “Yo Girl.”

A certain…scene with Burt was inspired by “Kindergarten Boyfriend”, and though the scene has changed that’s part of where some aspects of his character come from.

[skywalking-through-life]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by both @ashilrak and @60sec400, which is honestly fantastic, because I love this idea! My wip folder is deeply hilarious and probably incomprehensible to anyone other than me, so enjoy! I have titles, but also describe scenarios, and use lines I've written that I like as fic placeholders. There is no order to this, it's just how it appears in the folder! Italics indicate what I'm currently actively working on! Feel free to ask questions, lmao!

Post-HoO Truth or Dare beach party

'Percy Jackson's Six Steps to Seducing Your Girlfriend'

Post-HoO summer Chariot race

Titan War Memorial service + bonfire - explore grief ritual?

'[conduct] not unbecoming men who [strive] with gods'

Percabeth wedding

'still half-perfect' - working title for dark as shit wip, feat. percabeth fuck or die

'The Firefighter of the Month Club'

Poseidon and Ms. Lafayette parent- teacher conference

Percy graduates high school!!!!!!!!!!

'a name adds context, not truth'

Percabeth strip poker, Annabeth cheats

'kindness justifies itself'

Percy&Poseidon&Paul, wedding day shaving/ritual

Annabeth&Rachel&Piper&Hazel&Sally&Clarisse&etc, wedding day bath/getting ready ritual

Percabeth first time, in Percy's dorm

'like two birds on a power line'

'I drown in you' - kinky percabeth hotel sequel to 'to burn and to boil'

Percy teaches Estelle how to swim

Demigods talk to Estelle about death

Percy talks to Estelle about differences between mortals and demigods

Percy/Annabeth/Apollo negotiations? Just sex friends or more - have to decide

Percy/Annabeth/Aphrodite negotiations? Just sex friends or more - have to decide

Fed kidnapping fic - dark, long, big angst, outline currently: 20k

Jackson-Blofis Family winter cabin trip multichap

Whale pregnancy wip lololol

Percy&Calypso missing moment conversation in TOA; follow up, Percy's missing moment conversation with Chiron - 2 shot?

College Percy, Annabeth, Frank, and Piper 'rent' a sailboat for the day and go exploring, there are shenanigans, Hazel has to send the Roman navy after them

"Oh, bite me.  Why should I have to choose between being a lover or a fighter?"

"I'm not sure of much, but I know my body can take a pretty good beating and then just get up and keep on going. There's always been something comforting about knowing that. It keeps me moving."

"If actual hell couldn't separate us, then what makes you think that you can?"

"Face it, dude. You have the eyes of a lovable aquatic mammal."

"I've seen what you like as a corpse, "Annabeth. Did you really think I wouldn't recognize you when you look like a queen?"

"You are alive. Let me celebrate that, won't you?"

"You are only a man, but one who could have been a god. I'm sure that weighs."

"Wisdom's daughter, afraid of new knowledge?"

"And so he acted, out of that place of peace and clarity and resolve within him that one might call a conscience."

"One of the best things about Percy Jackson was that he rarely said something he didn't mean. It was also one of the worst things about him."

"A soul like his is more alive than most."

Lolololololol. I hope you enjoyed this? I'm going to tag as many people as I can, but I don't know if I have enough, given the number of wips I have! Tagging everyone who pops into my brain: @tater-tots-last-of-the-romanovs @timemachinechaos @timelesslords @finalgirlmoment @judoflipped @imaginmatrix @mrthology @celestialepiphany @phykios @darkmagyk @no2ticonderoga @ashilrak @moonlacess @moonfrost41 @templarhalo @soleil-in-retrograde @campercabeth @percabeth4life @sappho-of-space @perseannabeth @ananbeth @annabethy @punkflame @zambomarti @hellomomo @duender-writes @melancholic-pigeon @captain-jackson @posallys @faemischief

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

Me and my friend have just assigned roles from Hamilton to people from our impro group. It's quite a nice pastime, we've got so many funny scenarios between the people (I would play Lafayette btw) and we're just wheezing rn

[wilygryphon]

Building a crossover universe with different works blended together, some of which address the same historical periods, leads to things folding together into interesting scenarios such as the American Revolutionary War having a child of Athena (George Washington - Percy Jackson and the Olympians) aided by a Miraculous Holder (Marquis de Lafayette - Miraculous Ladybug) in fighting demons trying to bring about the Apocalypse (Sleepy Hollow).

[villxinmiixx]

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 .ᐟ

[ note ;; this masterlist includes a REAL PERSON and the characters they're acting as, at the end of the day this is just a fan writing fake scenarios about them.]

[ all of these are in order on when i wrote them ]

main masterlist link

Ten Rounds series d. diggs.

part i.

What happens if rafael invited forced daveed to come with him to a concert of a well known singer, and he becomes enamoured with her?

A Courtship on The Court series t. jefferson.

part i.

work in progress.

Imperial Intrigue series t. jefferson ( & m. lafayette )

part i.

work in progress.

Imperial Intrigue series m. lafayette ( & t. jefferson )

part i.

work in progress.

[nordleuchten]

Hi!First of all, I'm glad I have found your page: Lafayette is one of my favourite historical characters and following a so well organized blog like yours really satifies my hunger for knowledge about him.I wanted to ask you whether you could enlighten me about what happened during the Camp de Mars massacre.I've read somewhere,he explicitly ordered his men to attack the civilians.Other sources claim, a soldier was wounded by the people and so the troops started shooting. What happened exaclty?

Dear @faxelange,

first of all; thank you so much for your kind words, such comments truly make my day. :-)

What happened exactly during the Champ de Mars massacre? Well, nobody can say for certain. I have written a long post here (that I have to edit one fine day sincere there is one sentence that is less critical than intended), trying to present the viewpoints of both sides, but there is very little that can be said with absolute certainty.

In short, we do not exactly know what really happened that day but even if we assume the absolute “best” scenario, La Fayette still stands as a weak leader who had no control about his armed guard and could not prevent the death of innocent people. What we do know is that the National Guard under La Fayette’s command fired at the crowd, and that people were wounded and killed. I can not imagine La Fayette giving the command in cold blood to kill the people in assembly – but I can imagine that La Fayette, fearing for his man, the life of the present officials and for his own life, gave a rash command in the heat of the moment, a command that he had not thought through and that he later regretted. In his first official statements, La Fayette his relatively vague what his exact orders were and as the years passed, his statements did not exactly become clearer – a fact that did not help the matter at all.

I know that this is a bit of an unsatisfying answer, but I hope you can still make some use of it. I hope you have/had a wonderful day!

[tornrose24]

I was researching that live action little mermaid. I knew Lin Manuel Miranda was going to do songs for it.... but apparently he also gets to be the chef that tries to kill Sebastian.

If this is accurate, then I admit that this is something I REALLY need to see now. The idea is so hilarious and I can imagine Miranda just going all out with this. 

 Also, the guy playing Sebastian (Daveed Diggs) originated the role of Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson in Hamilton. And if Lin IS going to play Chef Louis, then this means we are getting a scenario where Hamilton tries to kill Jefferson.

Alternatively: Lin Manuel Miranda gave us a singing crab. Now he’s going to try to kill a singing crab.

[del-uxie]

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get to know my gay bitches (last updated: 02/01/24)

tony barone camarilla brujah merc/bodyguard just in: updated with less slutty art :) ANYWAY hes just a puppyboy former ghoul. he likes beating people up blood and the power of friendship and true love. hes just a straight up nice guy if you forget the killer part. very slightly dumb but its ok ♥ he would never know obtenebration

dusty hayes "camarilla" salubri miserable courier

sad eggy tgirl widow who is Struggling to get by amidst being hunted by both clan tremere and (apparently) hunters too :) its all going so well for her :) and she hasnt even had The Realisation yet :)

montague "monty" lafayette camarilla nosferatu casanova generally hes a very confident flirtatious person though he can be a bit petty and arrogant at times, especially towards people that scorned him in the past. he likes playing the guitar ghouling rats and being a whore

jack bailey former ghoul hunter w/psychometry very sad gay old man. former ghoul of the nosferatu primogen, vernon, a very sleazy guy. he escaped during a hunter raid on his haven and got taken in by a hunter cell shortly after. currently hes living off extremely embezzled camarilla funds with his new boyfriend ingo. hes the only one in the cell who doesnt literally talk to deities so hes a bit bummed about that. not sure what it says about him

his hobbies are being a reeptionist/accountant, sending emails, and crying. also its pretty funny but literally every time hes tried to do a hunter thing so far hes failed ❤ hes only good at imagining scenarios

cassandra vane anarch true brujah baroness

shes a cool-headed baron in charleston, west virginia, who the coterie found torporous in an old nuclear bunker. shes a bad bitch and also an autistic shawty with no ulterior motives whatsoever. she loves her catholic priest husband/childe and is indifferent to pretty much everything else

audric moore camarilla toreador-maeghar prince

pretty much just a flamboyantly gay dandy without a very good grasp of morals. he got beheaded by the coterie for using presence on them one time (among other things). before his embrace, he was a satyr, and he got embraced by a hater sabbat bitch like ages ago. he likes having pets, his gigantic family, and begging his ex husband to take him back. also hes permabanned from new york city.

claire lake silent strider theurge

the daughter of one of the players! she came to charleston while on break from college in australia to meet her biological father for the first time. she had her first change at the worst time possible but is getting on well enough with the local sept. shes cheerful if a bit of a worrywart. she's studying journalism and is a hobbyist photographer!

okay these are just my vtm/WoD characters for now. i dont feel like adding any more for a bit...

here are some blorbo playlists! i assume you care if you made it this far <3

[pub-lius]

Opinion on Lafayette?

*heavy breathing*

i saw this ask in my last class where i can’t use my phone so i sprinted across campus to answer it asap GSJWHWJW

i. fucking love that crusty ass straggot.

he is like one of the few historical men i will defend in most scenarios. i genuinely believe he had the best intentions more often than not, and his biggest fault was how naive he was. i think he was such a nice guy who tried his best, but fucked up very often bc he just wasn’t that smart HSKWBWJ like he was smart but not. in the ways he needed to be smart.

im currently reading a people’s history of the french revolution by eric hazan after reading one of marie antoinette’s biographies just bc it pissed me off how much the author demonized lafayette. the french revolution is my primary example of how his intentions seem totally pure but he didn’t know how to actually execute his ideas properly, and he just assumed everyone else was a good person until he was forced to recognize that’s not always the case. i think he was a “moderate” (meaning that he was in between the left and right) because he saw good in both sides.

also you cannot tell me the reason he was so obsessed with america wasn’t because he lost the comfort of his family at a young age and then found it again when he arrived in america. motherfucker had so many emotional issues

i am obsessed with him. he’s one of my specialties (along with hamilton, washington, and laurens (and previously, burr, its just been a while since i’ve gone in depth on him)). i have two other biographies on lafayette that im going to read after i finish this book and i am so excited. i love lafayette

[ntzsche9]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

thank you for the tag, @digital-chance. I love how this one forces you to look at your own work in such a positive way.

1. What motivates you to write?

Some of my characters are ANCIENT. Even when I went 5+ years without writing, they're still there, and I miss them. Daydreaming about stories and scenarios is my favorite hobby, especially during my work commute.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

From Ch 9(ish) of my Unnamed Nuka-World Fic:

From the corner of his eye, Luvell saw the Sunshine Tidings Co-op settlers jump and cheer, pumping their arms into the air. He couldn't hear them from the cataclysmic roar of the blast, but the rapture of revenge was clear on their faces. No one must be watching the settlement, with how many people were suddenly collected on the ridge. Even this far away, they could feel the sound and the heat threatening to bowl them over. He could hardly stare at the blast for more than a few seconds, and the people around him that didn't think to bring sunglasses dipped their hats and shielded their eyes. He had expected to be cheering, too, or at least relishing a deep satisfaction at finally striking back. Finally making someone pay for taking Lafayette from them. Instead, something inside him felt disquieted and out of place. This was too much. Too much like them. It wouldn't end here, it only raised the stakes. Things would get worse after this. Luvell glanced back at his parents, their faces brightly lit from the blast. Dave squinted behind his glasses, brows furrowed, still frowning. Gabe had tugged his goggles down over his eyes, and as the light made his tawny skin glow warm and golden, a toothy grin began to creep across his face. He watched the destruction with a growing smugness, a hand reaching up to squeeze Dave's shoulder. "He's gonna fuckin' haaate thiiis!" he relished happily when the world finally started to go quiet again.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I should say my main boy Lafayette, because whew I love putting him through things, but it's his lunatic little ex-boyfriend Mateo that delights me the most. He's hot in a way that is absolutely unhelpful to everyone, lowkey a nerd about plants, loves making lil spooky crafts, and will undoubtable one day run a death cult. Every time I write him, he does something so ridiculous and over-reactive that I didn't predict and its always fun.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

When the juices are flowing, and you're almost passively watching the things happen in your head and just recording what is being said and done, and the characters are in control. Especially when they surprise you by reacting differently than you anticipated and now everyone else has to react to them.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialog? Maybe? Sometimes I really enjoy it, but that might just be self-indulgent.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The little daily tokens of encouragement to keep writing, and to write for yourself.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Post-it notes. Lmao. I don't really use anything fancy, but as I'm reading, each and every book is gonna have at least one post-it note that is covered with page numbers, words I'm unfamiliar with, phrases I love or concepts I think I can use later. I have hundreds of notes like this and its a great source of inspiration when I need it.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I write mostly fanfics, so I can't claim the world as my own too often, but when writing Salem's Child, the bit about post-apocalyptic Salem, MA being overrun with black cats came out of nowhere at me and now I'm obsessed.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Plotting, or over-plotting, is what most often bogs me up. To shake it off, I try to look back on a major plot point and change it, and write how things would go differently. Did Dave survive getting his leg eaten off by cannibals? Write about what happens if he didn't. (In my case, everyone wigged out and killed each other, and it really made me appreciate how Dave holds the whole family together lol.) When it works, it almost always fixes my slump.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I'm still pretty new here, but no pressure to: @elean0rarose, @leebrontide, @touloserlautrec, @words-after-midnight and @ruinmegently

[conjectureand-gloom]

just outlined the plot of each febuwhump prompt (other than a few that i haven’t decided yet)

and i have such specific tastes on what i like writing.

so here’s a little statistics look in case anyone is interested in seeing what i like writing! i don’t know whether anyone will be interested, but i found this pretty interesting to look at!

and yes, i have only decided on 21 of 28 prompts…

the character going through shit

ALEXANDER ANGST- 15/21

JOHN ANGST- 3/21

WASHINGTON ANGST- 8/21

most some of the washington angst overlaps into alexander angst. there’s also some lafayette angst, along with other characters, but it’s mainly these three. alexander is not having a good month.

scenario

GUN VIOLENCE- 9/21

CAPTURE- 10/21

DEATH- 10/21

timeline

BEFORE THE WAR, CANON ERA- 2/21

DURING THE WAR, CANON ERA- 13/21

AFTER THE WAR, CANON ERA- 5/21

MODERN DAY AU- 1/21