#MB: Broken Mirrors

[vulpixisananimal]

[///INCOMING TRANSMISSION///]

[mysanityisruined]

i like the ii16 twist actually, mb

so. I'm probably going to get flayed for this, but after a long conversation with my friend [who doesn't watch II; i kinda just ranted to her], my opinion on the recent arc has changed. that DOESN'T make me a hypocrite though, i just gained my own views rather than listening to who sounded smarter

you can disagree with me and thats fine but if you invalidate anyone else's view on the show because you think the arc sucks, that's sad. point blank. the creators have been planning this for years, i doubt they're doing this for kicks

and while there is some evidence to Cobs lying about MePhone4 creating everyone, theres much more evidence for it rather against, at least in my perspective [aka FORESHADOWING]

so, again in MY OPINION WHICH COULD BE PROVEN WRONG, being created by mephone doesn't invalidate the character's arcs. its mirroring [similar to the 3GS and MePhone4 scenes]

Cobs created MePhone4 to be a war machine, he rebelled, and became his own person. what says that the people created BY MEPHONE [repeated cycle of abuse ig] CANT BE THEIR OWN PEOPLE TOO. sure they don't have families. sure they were made from stereotypes [mephone doesn't know any better because he WASN'T TAUGHT BETTER, NOT BECAUSE HES A CHILD], but they've deviated from the norm

yes, making people like Tissues perpetually sick was kinda mean, but i doubt he made suitcase with her hallucinations though. she developed those because shes her own PERSON, even if not beyond the show. some characters could've be modeled after mephone's experiences himself [ill go into that on a follow up post]

and yes, time is screwed. not sure about the whole 'mephone leaving for half a day and creating a whole season' but maybe he messed with time unintentionally? we already know his sense of time is shitty anyways

and paintbrush being nonbinary? that could've been out of his control. his reign over what he creates isnt the best

Inanimate Insanity is his, yes, unhealthy coping mechanism. he doesn't have anyone to turn to but his own creations because guess what, i think cobs is like that too, and the cycle repeats until the cycle is broken by the predecessors. mephone needs to let go, and get some help, yeah, but that doesnt mean who he created cant be real people. THE PEOPLE HE CREATED MADE BOT, SO THEY'VE EFFECTIVELY CONTINUED THE CYCLE, YET DEVIATED FROM IT BY LETTING THEM BE THEIR OWN PERSON

[fixfoxnox]

*grabby hands* more bottom roach drabbles pleases and thank you’s (when u have time, please author take care of yourself don’t over write we love u too much) 💙💙💙

Using this as my spicy snippet for the night 😌

Luke's Spicy Snippets (5)

Pairing: GhostRoach

Description: Roach's boyfriend cheated on him but its okay because his best friend is there to show him that his boyfriend wasn't shit :) (I accidentally included too much plot mb)

Warnings: Implied abuse, cheating, smut

"Si- oh fuck! Simon, please!" Roach arched against the man pressed behind him, his eyes fluttering shut as Ghost slowly worked his hand over his cock. Ghost was buried balls deep inside of him, but a strong arm around his waist kept Roach from riding the other man like he wanted to. All he could do was squirm against Ghost's lap, a move that had earned him a slap to the thigh several times already.

He tilted his head back against Ghost's shoulder, panting harshly as the hand on his cock slowed even further. It was torturous, the pleasure was so good, but just not enough to get him to that edge. Ghost knew how to keep him at a steady line and Roach had to wonder just how much practice his best friend had with things like this.

A hand grabbed his jaw harshly, tugging his head forward and squeezing tight until his eyes finally snapped open. "Didn't I tell you to watch?" Roach met Ghost's eyes in the mirror in front of him, a blush rising to his face. "Keep your eyes open," Ghost's voice was soft despite his harsh grip, "watch yourself and see what it looks like when someone takes you apart properly."

Roach gave a low moan at the words, heat coursing through him as he took stock of himself in the mirror. His face was a burning red and the color of it trailed all the way down his chest. There were tears at the corners of his eyes and his hair was toussled from where Ghost previously had a grip on it earlier in their night. Bruises in the shapes of handprints were already forming on his thighs. His legs were shaking. He couldn't see where he and Ghost were connected, but he had a perfect view of Ghost's hand slowly working his cock. He looked properly fucked for the first time in he didn't know how long.

The sight was mesmerizing. The slow movements of Ghost's hands. Roach had always liked Ghost's hands, though he'd never admit it. They were large and the muscles and veins in them flexed with every movement. Ghost's hands were a wet dream, just like the rest of him was. "Simon," he started again, tilting his head back against the man's shoulder but keeping his eyes on his reflection in the mirror, just like the man had ordered, "please, please, just fuck me! I need it!"

"You do, don't you," Ghost pressed a sweet kiss to his shoulder before meeting his eyes in the mirror. There was something sharp and dangerous there, "That prick you called a boyfriend could never get you off, could he?"

Roach didn't answer, he just turned his gaze away, shame flooding his system. His last relationship certainly wasn't his proudest one, but his boyfriend had been nice...at first. Kind words, gifts, cute dates. They'd moved in together and then, just like all the rest, things had turned sour. He should have known better, that was what he told himself when he'd walked in his apartment to find his boyfriend in bed with someone else the previous day. He'd found himself right back where he always did: broken hearted in his best friends apartment, knowing that he was to blame for another relationship gone sour. After all, he was the common denominator in these situations, wasn't he?

Something was different this time, though. Usually when he told Ghost, the man was angry (never at him as Ghost always assured, never at him), but this time he was downright livid. Roach had to keep the man from storming out to go murder his ex, even more so when he realized that the man was blowing up Roach's phone with apologies. Roach promised not to answer any.

That was until he got another one just an hour previously and, really, he wasn't going to respond. He wasn't, he was just going to see what the message was! Really! But when Ghost had seen him click onto the message, it was like something had snapped in his friend and, before Roach could even react, he'd been pressed up against the counter, kissed senseless as his phone was tossed with a crack to the ground.

"Answer me," Ghost pressed another kiss to Roach's neck before thrusting his hips up just enough to pull a delighted squeal from the man in his lap. "Get out of that pretty little head of yours, and answer me."

His hand tightened around Roach's cock, picking up speed enough to have Roach scrambling to grab on to something, his nails digging into the skin of Ghost's arm. "No!" He finally admitted, "No, no, he- oh fuck- he could barely, ah, barely last long enough to even get inside me!"

The chuckle that Ghost gave against him made affection coil in Roach's chest. It was a little funny that his ex had been so shit at sex. "Fucking knew it," Ghost jerked his hips up into him again, pulling a whine of his name from Roach's lips, "I'm going to fuck you, and by the time I'm done the only name in that head of yours will be mine. The only cock you'll ever want again is mine. Would you like that?"

"Yes," Roach felt heat scorch his skin and arousal pool in his gut. Fuck he wanted Ghost to ruin him. "God Simon, please! Need it, need you!"

His words pulled a growl from Ghost and, in only a moment, the man had a tight grip on his hips and was lifting him off of his cock and slamming him back down harshly. With every movement Ghost seemed to hit deeper and harder inside of him, Roach could do nothing but grab tight to the man's thighs for support and take the overwhelming pleasure that Ghost was giving him.

"Fuck, that's it," Ghost growled out against his shoulder, his words mixing together with Roach's desperate babbles. "You've no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he mouthed against Roach's shoulder, "Gonna make you mine."

"Simon, Simon, oh- don't, fuck, Simon!" Roach, found himself unable to form any coherent thoughts as the man behind him shifted slightly and started to nail that little bundle of nerves inside of him with a deadly precision. The only things on his mind were the man behind him and the winding pleasure in his gut that was threatening to snap.

"That's it," Ghost nipped at his neck, "Say my name. Let everyone know exactly who you belong to. Exactly who will be taking care of you from now on."

[minusgangtime]

Looking in the bathroom..the mirror was broken,and there was a bloody paw print on it..midnight..)

"Ah, cr*p..."

MB finally sucked enough courage to go outside and look for Midnight.

[sophieswundergarten]

3, 6, and 7 for the ask game. You can answer whichever ones you want!

Okay! I'm going to try and answer with a different person for each

3. Headcanon you've adopted from a writer SQ having curly hair!! Specifically with the detail that Curtain made him straighten it. I picked this up from one of the very first MBS fics I read, by the lovely @sqenthusiast! 6. Interesting AU Well, there are quite a few, but I've got to go with @oflightningandstars MBS Space Opera AU. Hands down. I love that thing so much.

7. Specific Line that has stuck with you Again, so, so many (Not the mention the whole "broken mirror" thing we were talking about last night), however, one that has been circling my brain for the last forever is from @bi-demon-ium's utterly fantastic "minotaur". And, no, you don't get context, go read it!!!

please please please no, NO, don’t hurt her, she’s just child, please, leave her alone, please stop, please just leave her alone, stop stop stopstopSTOP SHE’S JUST A CHILD, PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TO HURT HER—

[tokiro07]

Same person who binged UU in 2 days here, my favorite arc had to be Spring, then again Spring is the most characterized of the seasonal UMAs so not that surprising. I cannot help but notice the way to damage Spring in a certain phase is really similar to Iihiko’s weakness in your abnormal negator post. Did you happen to reread that arc prior to writing the MB negator post?

It's been a little bit since I wrote that set, so I can't remember my exact frame of mind or logic at the time aside from the fact that I was delirious, as I always become by the end of a long post that I get wrapped up in writing for multiple hours

I don't recall if I specifically based the idea of indirect damage circumventing attacking negation off of the Spring fight, but I'm sure that had an influence on it since it set the precedent for the concept I was going for

It was also the best I could think of to mirror Iihiko's actual weakness, though it ironically ended up working in the exact opposite way: in Medaka Box, Iihiko can only be damaged by attacks that he identifies as attacks. "Very clever, disguising yourself as a mosquito so I wouldn't notice you!" "I've already seen that attack and I know how it works, I no longer have anything to fear from it." If it weren't for the fact that I needed to incorporate both his invincibility and Irreversible Destruction, I probably would have made him something like Unthreatened, negating the need to worry about threats below a certain threshold. However, since his ability circumvents the main Skill power system entirely, I figured the best way to replicate how broad and broken his powers are would be to negate the very concept of Negation

I also couldn't think of a good way to parallel Styles, since for all intents and purposes they're Skills that can be taught rather than needing to be innate and therefore have no counterpart in UU. Since I couldn't just come up with a new kind of Negator ability, I went with the precedent set by Spring that attack negation can only negate deliberate attacks, not happenstance

[no-mes]

Took me too long to write this down.

Too long that now, my mind has overcooked my thoughts and abd this version might now be heavier, weightier and still mean nothing at all.

This is my POV, there is no part of this that reflects anyone in a way I did not perceive them, their image in these words are from a mirror that I made from my mind, my memories. Nothing else.

I hear the word codependent and think 'That doesn't describe me.' I've found out now, I'm at risk.

I talk about how much my friends save me, that's now. Before, things were different. I've always been in danger of getting my heart broken by myself, how I wholly immerse myself in being that one friend you can't discard, shaping myself to please, to impress, to look up to, to emulate. It's always with one particular person, thank God. There'd be nothing left of me otherwise, stretched to thinness from my folding and cutting over multiple people, my friendship monogamy saved my life.

I don't remember a first that is not B, she was the moon to me, I longed for her approval, ready to be her minion. All she had to do was exist, I wanted to be seen by her, cherished the way I cherished her. I tried so hard to hold on to her but I saw even then that I didn't fit her mould, she wanted things and people and an image and sometimes, I wasn't in these images and so I was left behind, often. At Navy for GCEs. That's all on that episode, that was the first time it started. Or the first time I saw. Years passed and texts looked like that line from the Eilish song.

Our conversation's all in blue, eleven 'hey's.

I saw her convos with other people and I wanted to be them, have half of what she had with them. It couldn't happen, maybe it was me, maybe it was her, it doesn't matter. I wasn't used by her. I used myself by myself. I wanted to be close to her so much and I was, I took every part of her she gave but I was never going to get what I wanted but I didn't think of that and so never realised it and I held on and on. Used myself up to fill a longing for kinship. Why? I don't know. My retrospection has left that corner of my mind.

I don't regret. It's such a waste to regret. I hate that I didn't learn this part of myself sooner, that way I'd have avoided doing the same for M. I don't remember much, she was not as intellectually challenging as B. There was no game to her words, they showed all the depth that they had immediately she spoke them but still I bent, backward and forward for her to see me, to like me. I am my own danger, years again of being what I would hate later, something I couldn't forgive. I gave her precedence over my sister. More than once. That's all. I do not remember how I came to devolve. But M came with more drama, a ruined reputation and a family gathering where I wasn't there. It's a pity really, that event taught me shame in a weird way and still I fold. In bigger pieces now but still for her, for her family. I forgive myself her.

I am needy and selfish with people, that is the core of my problem. Like a leech, I am clingy to the point of pain. I will not leave till I've been embarrassed. I will also not turn back.

It isn't shocking then that the last time I'll cling, it will be to a MB. Oh, how closely did I cling. It's not embarrassing this time. I started to unravel myself with her, started learning what my issue was. Spoke about it like a warning. 'Be careful, I'd die for you. Just please don't hang out with your other friends too much.'

Insane, very insane. I'd coordinate outfits and be rejected and in rejecting me she shamed me and in my shame, I learnt there might be strength in my knees, I could stand up and walk away. But she did it first. That MB and the imperial need for me to leave her space.

That's enough unspooling. For now.

[roguishlydangerous-achieved]

@lovexandlonging

[alex-van-gore]

These started as Mucha studies, and then I got wildly sidetracked with emotions for Murderbot, as one does. (Will also post them separately, so tumblr doesn’t eat the quality. Tumblr, please. >.>)

[ID: Two images. On the left, a digital drawing of Murderbot in a dark blue, long sleeved shirt, and navy pants with many pockets. It sits sideways, mirroring the drawing on the right side. It is looking to the right and away from the viewer. It holds a broken SecUnit helmet in its bare hands. It is wrapped loosely in a light blue blanket. Behind it is a crescent moon shape with a green laurel and circular, leaf-like designs. In the open space of the moon is a red nebula, stars, and the vague shape of a planet and a spaceship. The background has soft, sunrise-like colours. The second drawing is of Murderbot in white SecUnit armour. It sits sideways, facing left, with both arm guns engaged. It has its hands crossed, there is blood coming from under its gloved fingers. It sits in a circular red shape resembling the Company C logo, with white detailing. Its back is plugged into the C via tubes, and its legs are tied together with more tubes. Goopy blood drips from the C-shape, and a purple path connects MB’s feet to the lower end of the drawing. It is filled with hands, grasping at MB for help, but not touching it. The background is dark grey with red details. /end ID]

[betheflame]

The divorce papers had been finalized for weeks. The rings were back in their boxes. Their friends were tentatively picking sides, but it wasn’t going great. Their lives had been knitted together for decades and undoing all of that wasn’t something anyone wanted to rush into. 

The truth was that it wasn’t just their friends who weren’t quick to figure out this new world of post-Stony life. Steve and Tony weren’t either. 

Neither one of them were even sure why they were divorced - an argument gathered steam like a runaway train and they’d each been too stubborn to stop it. But the aftermath was a cavern in each of their souls. 

And the truest truth was they each could reverse it, if only someone would be brave.

(prompt: how do you fix a broken heart mirror mirror challenge with bill and jazz - mb square: helpless, fic square: truth)

[khiita]

✨ Anyone you wish (all of them would be ideal tbh I just want to hear about your babies)

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

anna i have so many ocs HDKSHDJ i'll try to be brief and i'll skip explanations cuz i feel like most r obvious !! 🥸

beybûn: the sun, pomegranates, embroidered cushions, sky blue, gold, red. (atoc)

chelon: oranges, gambling/cards/money, knives, the color orange, neons. (evenfall/attollo)

crystal: luxury, silks, embroidery, light purple, light blue, platinum, stars. (a6/swan song)

demelza: blood red, browns, roses, gloom. (myrk mire)

eratos: forests, sunlight through tree leaves, summer, browns, white. (soh/bc)

euridi: spring, forests in the night, entropy, hauntings, black, browns. (the nameless)

finn: hi-tech, oversized clothing, eye bags, injuries, greens, teal, blues. (fhr/gw/hadea)

fred: guitars, rainbows, wolves, the moon, black and white, blues. (evenfall/blood moon)

gabe: old money, family, sweaters, black cats, chess, greens. (twc)

hawke: general sluttiness, leather, motorcycles, arrows, black, red, green. (wts)

historia: books, research/knowledge, abandoned places and nature retaking them, greens, brown. (scout/tgr)

ivy: injuries, cowboys, succulents, rings, light blue, light pink, light yellow. (larkin/pfm)

javi: ruins, rings, moss on stone, open shirts, rabbits, dandelions, greens. (fog)

jisoo: pine trees, unexplained events, clean white sheets, homemade food, greens, browns. (fws)

jude: fast food, clutter, lipstick marks, plaid, museums, coffee, red. (twc/attollo)

kalypso: the sea, surfing, road trips, dyed hair, pastels, holo, neons. (speaker)

leigh: potions, fancy cloaks, old libraries, warm tea, owls, black, gold, brown, green. (myrk mire/the nameless)

luce: journals, fingers stained with ink, rats, round glasses, green, white. (twc)

mikael: the sea, the sky, seashells, sports, papayas, angels, the sunrise, teal, light blue, yellow. (olba)

neapolitan: photographs, eyes, warmth/comfort, wool, coffee, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. (bloomic)

neassa: braids, gold, wolves, swords, honey, poems, pressed flowers, red. (soh/blood moon)

olivia: faceless, blurry pictures, muted colors, broken mirrors, crows, black cats, rats, black and white. (soh/ofna)

rain: wolves, rainy nights, home, clouds, softness, rough but careful hands, blue, black, white. (exile)

rin: luxury, pianos, minimalism, unicorns, cats, heels, pink, black, white. (bc/180)

roxana: paintings, wooden mixing trays, horses, daggers, light pink, light brown, light blue. (tnp/exile)

sol: the sun, sunflowers, bees, baked goods, flower shops, concerts, yellow. (mb/wts)

syl: silver jewelry, leaves, wings, temples, fruits, light and dark brown. (fog)

taliesin: veils, spikes, storms, bones, tears, purples, red, black. (the abyssal/the passenger)

tomomi: worn journals, darkness, large hoods, hands, scars, black, white, jade. (tnp)

uma: magic, jesters, autumn, adventure, carnations, purple, yellow. (amr)

vance: hearth, moth eaten clothes, strong arms, soft hair, homemade food, yellows, beige. (myrk mire)

wanda: hearts, jackets, cakes, lingerie, overflowing closets, red, pink. (twc/mb)

yara: wisteria trees, eyes, origami, water, purple, white, black. (fog)

[doyelikehaggis]

oh god I want to ask abt many of ur wips but the one that v obviously stands out the most to me is valerine and the twins !! that ficlet u did for this concept with teh mb still lives in my head rent free so ofc I want to know how that fic is going. also 40 (bc what a concept !!) and/or 53 <33

I thought that would be the one that most interested you haha, of course you can know how it's going, I am very pleased that it lives rent free in your head. You obviously know the basic concept, which is that Valerie and Caroline get full custody of the twins, so we'll jump right into the snippet instead!

"I want to go for full custody." 

Valerie stops. Her hands are drenched in bubbles and soapy water, a plate in one hand and the sponge in her other. She looks more domestic than Caroline ever thought she'd see her, hair tied back loosely and wearing one of Caroline's softest plaid shirts. It's orange and pink. It's a good look on her. 

The smile that had been caught on her lips just a second ago has faded slightly as she processes what Caroline just said. In all fairness, it's a big thing to just casually throw out into a normal conversation while washing the dishes. 

"Okay," Valerie says slowly. "Um... Okay, that's a pretty big deal." She lets the plate slide back into the sink and turns to Caroline, shaking her head. "I mean, I think you should."

Caroline blinks. She was expecting a more alarmed response; usually, in tv shows and books, when one person says they want to get full custody of a kid, it's a big deal for the partner, right? They're not sure they can handle it, they're not sure their relationship will be able to get through it, all of that. 

Flat out agreement wasn't quite on the list. 

"Really?" she asks, straightening up with a surge of joyful hope. "You do? You're not -- you don't want to -- to talk about it or anything?" 

Valerie frowns, her brow wrinkling. Caroline's always liked the little crease it makes between her eyebrows. Not when she first met her, that was more satisfying, knowing she had stumped her. But recently, it's become a fond thing rather than one for her to be triumphant over. 

"Caroline, they're your kids," Valerie says. "If you want full custody of them, it's not my place to have a say in that." 

The hope is quickly pricked with a sharp little pin and bursts, deflating with a sad whistle. It weirdly stings her, too.

"That's... No, that's not how this works," Caroline says, weirdly hurt. Maybe she had been expecting a bit more hesitation surrounding the idea, but this feels worse. 

Valerie seems to be realizing that. Confused, grabs a towel from the sideboard and starts drying her hands, while she says, "It isn't?" 

"No!" Caroline laughs in disbelief. She steps forward and takes one of her partially dry hands in between both of her own. "No, it's absolutely not. Val, you are a big part of my life now. You know that, right?" 

Valerie hesitates now. Her mouth opens like she wants to agree, but her just runs along her teeth while that little crease in her eyebrows grows deeper. 

"Well, yeah," she quickly says after a moment, with Caroline's exasperated stare focused on her. "Of course I do. But I wouldn't stand in the way of any decisions you wanted to make about your kids, that's why I just thought this was more you telling me rather than something for us to talk about." 

Caroline's realizing that Valerie's response wasn't because she doesn't want to be part of the family. She just doesn't think that she is part of it. 

Which... actually hurts even more, Caroline finds. Because maybe that's on her. Has she been making her feel left out? Like she's a separate part of her life from Lizzie and Josie? That was the last thing she wanted. 

"Valerie," Caroline says seriously, and her eyes widen a little with worry. "Almost every decision that I make for my future is going to include your voice, because it's going to affect yours, too. That's what being in a relationship is, remember? So, if I tell you that I want to get full custody of Lizzie and Josie, I'm asking you to talk it through with me before anything goes ahead. Are you okay with having that conversation?" 

She has never seen Valerie look so stumped for what to say before. It's the first time they've had a conversation like this, one that's really going to affect both of them.

But even though she has that fight-or-flight, ready to flee at a moment's notice look in her eyes that she often gets, Valerie nods slowly. Then her face breaks out into a smile, and she breathes out a soft laugh, looking down. 

"Yeah," she says. "Yeah, I would love that."

Now, 40! Hope living with Jeremy! It is certainly a concept, isn't it?? This comes entirely from the start of season 2 of Legacies, when no one remembered Hope but she was sticking around Mystic Falls to help with the Malivore monsters. When watching that, my mum and I had been trying to guess who she was going to live with, because surely she wouldn't be living on her own and she couldn't stay at the school, so we came up with the theory that she was going to be living with Jeremy, who, as far as we knew, would have to have somewhere to live while he was in town. And then I decided that if she was going to be living with Jeremy, they would train together, he would help with some Malivore monsters, then they would slowly bond because Jeremy was actually kinda friends with Kol at one point. And then we have big brother Jeremy! Have a little snippet:

There's a loud thwacking noise from the back garden as Hope walks into the kitchen. She pauses momentarily in her sleepy state, registers the noise, then continues going about grabbing a bowl and her box of cereal. It's nearly empty, she finds, to her dismay. 

Once she's poured the last of the milk and tossed the carton, she opens up the back door and steps out into the garden. Her eyes adjust quickly to the darkness and hone in on the figure currently throwing a staff around at a tree like it has personally offended him.

"Are you ever worried that one day it's going to fight back?" she asks curiously. 

Jeremy startles and nearly drops the staff in his haste to turn around to face her. 

"I mean, dryads and wood nymphs are actually a thing. Just so you know. That tree might have a family that probably wouldn't appreciate you hitting it repeatedly for fun."

She spoons cereal into her mouth as Jeremy laughs. Relieved that she isn't some Malivore monster sneaking up on him, he relaxes enough to double over, hands on his knees as he breathes heavily. For someone who's not exactly unfit or unathletic, he gets out of breath incredibly easily.

Tilting her head, Hope asks, "Have you ever considered that you might be asthmatic? You breathe like one."

"And you talk like your uncle," Jeremy quips back, still laughing at her comments. He groans, straightening back up as he adds, "But yes, I do have asthma. Thanks for your concern."

Hope's heart beats a little faster. It always does when her family is mentioned, more often now than before. The urge to get on the bus and go home to them in New Orleans is still there, no matter how much she tries to ignore it. She needs to focus on Malivore's monsters. But it's hard sometimes.

She smiles to herself, wondering if he's right. She hopes so. Uncle Kol was always her favourite. The thought that she could be making him proud with just a few words fills her with a kind of happy pride she hasn't felt since Uncle Kol told her she was just like him for causing trouble at the Salvatore School. 

Then she wipes it off her face like she always does whenever he casually talks about her family, straightens up against the doorframe, and says, "Maybe you should use an inhaler, then. I wouldn't want you dropping dead while we're fighting a monster." 

"Hasn't happened yet!" 

She rolls her eyes at him, something she also finds herself doing often these days. It's easier to ignore him and continue eating her cereal while he goes back to training. Clearly, he has no concern about dryads coming after him for revenge.

"Hey, do you wanna join?" Jeremy calls over to her. 

He offers the staff out to her, but she shakes her. Motioning her cereal with her spoon, she smiles again, and says, "I'm good. Just came down for this. You have fun freezing out here, though."

She turns back inside the kitchen as Jeremy chuckles and shakes his head at her. "Good morning to you too."

53 is a good choice, I very much enjoy that one as well. "Klayley Wedding" is pretty much what it sounds like; Klaus and Hayley are together and getting married. They waited a while to do so, so Hope is seventeen and being pulled out of the Salvatore School for a few days in order to be there for it. And she's bringing a date! Here is your preview:

"Come on, humour me," Lizzie whines as she fusses with the back of Hope's hair. Why she agreed to let her style it, Hope has no idea; it was definitely a moment of bad judgment, but at the same time, it was let her do it when she begged, or be forever resented for saying no. 

And having Lizzie Laughlin-Forbes resent you is not something anyone in the Salvatore School risks. It's signing a death sentence. 

Rolling her eyes, Hope goes to shake her head then quickly stops when Lizzie holds it firmly on both sides and glares at her in the mirror. "No moving until I'm done!" she reminds her. "I haven't spelled it yet, you'll mess it up."

"Have you ever considered going into hairdressing?" Hope asks dryly, glaring back halfheartedly. Really, she doesn't mind her helping her out. 

It's at least better than her having to worry about it herself. Though, Aunt Rebekah is not going to be happy that she didn't let her do it. It's why she's practically been avoiding her since getting to New Orleans. 

Lizzie laughs shortly, then says, "Nice try. You're not wriggling out of the question."

Hope doesn't admit that's what she was trying to do, but it definitely was the intention. Lizzie has been a broken record since she found out that Hope was bringing a date to the wedding. At first, she was offended that Hope hadn't asked her, but then saw Hope's reasoning when she pointed out that she and Josie were already going to be there because of their mom.

"It's not a big deal!" Hope says, finally at least acknowledging the question. 

Lizzie scoffs. "Oh, of course not. Except, it absolutely is, and you know that it definitely is to Rafael. You basically asked him to meet your family, Hope. That's a big deal to most people."

"Not to you or Josie." 

"We've known your family since we were born!" Lizzie protests. She stops whatever she was doing to Hope's hair to stare at her in the mirror. "Rafael is head over heels in love with you, any person with barely working eyes -- or ears -- knows that. Except you, apparently!"

Hope shakes her head, once again forgetting Lizzie's rule. Lizzie quickly holds her head in place again, but she's too focused on the conversation at hand to lecture her again. 

"Maybe this is your way of letting him down without having to actually tell him!" Lizzie continues, obviously trying to get under her skin. "After all, you've invited him to meet your family, who are probably going to threaten him at every turn. Especially your dad, because of the whole macho alpha werewolf thing, you know?"

"My mom's actually the Alpha of the pack, not my dad," Hope corrects, but Lizzie brushes it off.

"After today, Rafael's probably not going to have any feelings for you anymore out of fear of your family, so, really, you won't have to do anything. I mean, it's smart -- a little cruel, but at least you don't have to do any of the hard work yourself, that's all up to your family--" 

"You make them sound terrifying," Hope protest with a touch of offence to her voice, staring up at Lizzie in the mirror. "They're not that bad. I actually think they'll like Raf." 

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. She's smiling.

"Is that because you want them to like him?" she asks slowly, and Hope groans, but Lizzie quickly presses on before she can interrupt, "Just admit you asked him to be your date because you like him!" 

"If I do, will you shut up and finish my hair so that we can go and meet Josie and Raf?" 

Lizzie lights up like a Christmas tree. She squeals excitedly, even though Hope technically hasn't even admitted anything yet. She's taking it as all the confirmation she needs. 

"I like him," Hope says anyway, and maybe she's smiling a little as well. "And yes, it would be convenient for me if my parents liked him before anything happened between us." 

"I knew it," Lizzie breathes out, shaking her head. She picks back up where she left off with Hope's hair as if nothing happened. "Now that that's over. Tell me, would your Aunt Rebekah mind if I borrowed that really gorgeous emerald bracelet she showed us yesterday?" 

Hope is laughing. Lizzie can't seem to figure out why, but honestly, Hope's just so happy in the moment that she can't help herself. For a moment on the way over to New Orleans, when everyone was packed onto that bus, shouting and arguing, she thought this was going to be a disaster. Someone would end up killing someone. 

There's still time for that, especially since neither she nor her mom have told her dad that she has a date. But Hope is finally living up to her name for once and is choosing to be hopeful that, actually, maybe everything is allowed to go right for once. 

God, writing those snippets took me so long, so apologies for the delay! But I actually enjoyed this a lot so thank you so much for giving me motivation! Who knows, I might actually finish writing them now! (God, now all I can think about is TVD and Legacies, I haven’t been here in ageeeees. Time to rewatch TVD season 1-6 and season 2 of Legacies, I think.)  

[kenmab]

a sad and sorry defense of Mr. L*mb from Vegas ✨

as you would expect the worst person in the world (me) to typically say, i don’t........hate lamb? 

i don’t think his intentions with baz were bad (except maybe he was a lil predatory bc he never asked for baz’s age) (plus vampire dating must be weird bc like. everyone is 25 but also everyone’s been alive for 100 years so it’s hard to tell....) anyway, he saw himself in baz, back when he was a confused lil gay english vampire and had no one to tell him what to do or how to do it, and remembering how awful and scary it is to have to live in hiding. that’s how they ended up talking in the first place. when he taught him how to keep his fangs in while eating.......baz is so adorably lost and never even had the chance to know it? im really grateful for lamb for giving baz answers to things that people normally just solved with fire, for reassuring him that he isn’t a monster for existing as he is—especially with the otherness he feels from his friends and the way everyone (baz included) all talk about vampires. for baz to learn that not every bite is lethal, not every vampire is afraid to be Out, vampires can live normal lives, that vampires are thriving in their own kind of way (also the chilling fact that his family for generations are literally known for killing & driving out vampires......feels bad scoob) that’s important for his healing. even though london is still a terrifying place for a closeted vampire, at least now he can eat in front of people and not feel so afraid

all that to say........the way we (okay i personally) trusted him immediately........absolutely ridiculous. we don’t trust anyone. we aren’t supposed to trust anyone. especially not adults!! baz’s dad is loyal, but to a certain degree and certainly not when it comes to vampires. penny’s mom Will Not hesitate to throw them all in prison, whether they’re her kids or not. this has been established on multiple occasions. we don’t trust josh, who’s older than agatha & ginger, bc there’s something strange about adults who like to talk to ~younger~ adults. we don’t trust agatha’s parents, they’re kind but, only take things at face value. we have learned first hand from the mage himself that there is absolutely no adult you can trust. and we don’t trust someone we haven’t met: shepard......who are you? why are you asking so many questions? why do you know so much already? despite knowing every single one of these things, ruminating on them, internalizing them, we still meet lamb. he’s still flirty and sweet and helpful, and we still get a little drunk under his presence. we still say ‘wow fascinating...’ anytime he tells us abt his past. when he tells us the horrors of how he lives in vegas, we still want to know more. he’s just so......charismatic (we’ll never survive against vampires in real life.........well at least i won’t kshsksj) we giggle with him, lean against his shoulder, listen to his tales, let him pay for our lunch, get into his car, get irritated with the people who tell us he’s not someone we can trust. and we’re right, he is someone that we can trust, but they can’t.

lamb isn’t here for simon or penny or shepard, he very obviously has no desire for them, he’s annoyed when they’re around. even tho baz told lamb that those were his friends, lamb didn’t have a reason to care about some magicians and their random kid tag along, his only loyalty (drenched in pity & mirrors) is to baz, who is very clearly annoyed with the people who’ve broken into, and kind of destroyed, lamb’s penthouse & also tried to kill him.......(read: that one time baz tried to kill the mage but this time it’s simon trying to kill lamb..) so he doesn’t really feel all that welcoming to them, on top of the fact that he, lamb the vampire king, was abt to be killed in cold blood—does he know that baz is not going to be murdered in cold blood by his own friends when he goes back to the homophobic mother england? (which, spoiler alert: they won’t) he doesn’t know. their first impression didn’t really help him gain their trust, and all he felt was sorry for baz after learning about the way he lived, thinking about the way he had to live before he emmigrated. maybe im just forgiving but, i don’t think he really understood how his tunnel vision on helping baz just ended up hurting him—all the way until the end he helped him fight to save his friends, but then still asked him to leave them behind. he still can’t imagine that a vampire & a mage can live in harmony, and his old way of thinking sabotaged something they could’ve had. (which suuuuuucks) (no pun intended) (but could you imagine baz in london calling lamb in a “okay uhhhhh what do i do” kind of panic since he seems to do that? he called fiona but she didn’t answer)

anyway im not excusing lamb in the slightest, but instead of angry i felt let down by him. being let down again and again by the people who should be protecting (and listening!!!) to you is exhausting, but just so.........expected. i have this overall feeling of “i should’ve known it was too good to be true” instead of a “aahh fuck i can’t believe you’ve done this” bc this is a lesson we’ve already been taught. we were so wary of shepard, how did we (i) let our guard down so easily? why did we trust him like that? rainbow rowell is an evil genius

[fixfoxnox]

I was at the fucking mall when the ghostroach fic dropped LMFAO I had to read it, ITS LITERALLY GHOSTROACH it’ll be criminal if I didn’t 😭😭😭😭 If I was reading under a CCTV mb security people, but uh, did u guys enjoy the show??

Can I just *takes cartoonish megaphone* I AM SLUT FOR BOTTOM ROACH AND DOM GHOST thank u

Can we appreciate the mirror sex in this please? The “look at yourself when you come apart because I can do SO MUCH better than your ex” GOSH FUCKING HECK And someone FINALLY👏 treating 👏Roach 👏right 👏 he deserves the world, respect, ass and LOVE

Wdym too much plot?! slurping it up and leaving not a spec of crumb that was DELICIOUS

Also I think my discord is either broken or my internet is shit but I can only access the tiktok Channel for some reason??? Tis why I can only scream here

I LOVE JEALOUS POSSESSIVE GHOST SM

I think we all know from SiTO that I am a slut for the jealousy trope, and just Ghost getting so fed up with all the shitty boyfriends that he snaps and is just like "okay, self-control gone I'm gonna make you mine now and show you how you should be treated" 😩🤌🤌🤌

The Roach with a shitty ex/boyfriend/husband category is becoming one of my favorite things so there is probably going to be more bottom Roach and Dom Ghost stuff in the future shdhdbdhhd ah

Also on the discord thing, I think a couple of people have had that problem as well and had to like log out and log back in to their discord to fix it. I've had it happen a few times but mine usually fixes itself if I close and reopen the app.

[minusgangtime]

First,he needed to get a sample of midnights normal blood,he should be able to find it in the bathroom,where she had cut herself from the glass.)

With a small tube, MB got a bit of the blood from the broken mirror.

[vince-whoisleft]

VINCENT SINCLAIR.

GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Vincent Rahul Sinclair Nickname(s): Vince, Vinny (typically only family allowed), Arsehole Age: 21 Gender & Pronouns: Cis male, he/him Sexuality: Queerer than a bag of pixies. The only thing that’s clear is that he’s not heterosexual. Vince will flirt with anyone, anywhere, at any time and doesn’t much care about the equipment they have, though he tends to lean towards being more attracted to masculine types - it’s only when things start progressing past the flirting stage that he tends to start getting a little flustered. Or surprised, mostly, that anyone wants to get that far. Date of Birth: 18 February, 1957 Horoscope: Aquarius Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Nationality: Vince was born in London, England but his father is full-blooded Scottish, which means his accent is all over the place depending on his mood. Occupation (and, if you’re one of the people playing a character close to graduation, future occupation): Journalist at the Daily Prophet. Professional pain the ass. Order of the Phoenix member. Summarized in One Word: Extra.

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Avan Jogia Height: 5′7″ Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Noticeable Features: Handsome and he knows it, long hair often pulled up in some kind of way, black eyes and bruises more often than not. Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Vince takes a lot of pride in his fashion sense, and in a word it is: ridiculous. Just fashionably so. Loud prints and colors that always somehow pair well with everything else he’s wearing, trousers tight enough to be just short of straining the Prophet’s fairly lax dress code, bold socks and scarves and many stolen items of clothing from both his sister and Gretchen Ollivander - the former out of spite, the latter out of fashion envy.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown (and, if they’re a graduate or soon to be a graduate, where they live now or will be living soon): Born and raised in Muggle London, Vince still lives there - just right across the street from Diagon Alley. It’s a tiny little flat that he can pay rent comfortably on and still live almost as excessively as he’d like to, in typical Wilde-esque fashion. Financial Status: Somewhere right in the middle - his family gets by fine, and the Prophet pays him a living wage. Spoken Languages: English, some Gujarati - not completely fluently, but enough to appease family members at gatherings Dream Job: Journalist at the Daily Prophet... just writing worthwhile, important articles. Bad Habits: Vince Sinclair is definitely a product of his times, which means he can chain smoke with the best of them. He’s been known to engage in heavy bouts of drinking, even dabbling in drugs when offered by the proper sort of company; not terribly surprising, given his incredible tendency to not put much stock in his own physical well-being. It comes from less of a place of neglect or lack of self-preservation and more from a misguided sense of invincibility that he hasn’t managed to shake off just yet.

Getting into fights can certainly fit into this category as well, although now that he’s in the Order it’s being touted as more of a positive aspect - a willingness to jump into a dangerous situation head on, if you will. It’s not just the physical fights, either; Vince’s inability to keep his mouth shut means he can get into a verbal argument with the absolute best and worst of them. It’s not that he doesn’t have a filter, it’s that the filter is incredibly picky in what it considers is the wrong or right thing to say at any given moment.

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Astrid Sinclair née Hughes Father: Raj Sinclair Sibling(s): Daniel “Danny” Sinclair (older), Lila Sinclair (older), Rekha Sinclair (younger) Pet(s): An ancient tortoiseshell cat named Agatha Grandparent(s): His father’s parents, Gujaratis who chose Scotland to settle in just before his father was born, are lovely folks who spoiled the hell out Vince and his siblings and who often come to visit the Sinclair London home. His mother’s parents were not too pleased about their daughter marrying an Indian man with a nigh-indecipherable Scottish accent, but a solid set of heavy threats against them never meeting their grandchildren led to some slightly more open minds as the years ticked by. None of them know about Vince’s magic. Cousin(s): Both his parents have siblings with children of varying ages of their own - Vince comes from a large family, and he’s the only magical one as far as he knows, but he’s close with many of his cousins. Especially the ones who live in England.

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: Redwood, phoenix feather, 13 ¾", slightly yielding. Patronus (and which memory they’re currently using to cast a patronus if they can, or which one they’d use if they could): Vince’s patronus is a magpie. The memory he’s currently using to summon one is the first time he saw his name in print at the Daily Prophet, and the look that was on his parents’ faces when he brought them the paper to show it off. Boggart: Vince’s boggart, distilled, is a fear of no longer having magic. The idea that he’d be yanked away from the magical world he’s grown to love, that’d he lose what he secretly always considered made him special, is horrifying to him. When faced with an actual boggart he would see himself stepping out of the closet or cupboard, a perfect mirror image, wand out and confident smirk on his face. The boggart would silently mouth a spell and then wait a beat, looking down at the impostor wand in sudden terror - only to watch it then be jerked out of its hand, as if taken by an invisible authority figure, and broken cleanly in half, not even sparking or fizzling away. OWLS: Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions, Ancient Runes, History of Magic NEWTS: Transfiguration (O), Charms (E), Defense Against the Dark Arts (A), History of Magic (E), Ancient Runes (A) What Kind of Magic do They Excel at:

Vince is quite brilliant at Transfiguration, explaining his solitary Outstanding grade on his NEWTs. It was always Vince’s strongest subject at school, but he particularly had a fondness for Conjuration. Leave it to him to perk up and really pay the required amount of attention needed to master a subject as soon as McGonagall said the words “out of thin air.” Not that he didn’t find Transfiguration as a whole endlessly fascinating to begin with, far more so than classes like Charms that gave him less of a challenge despite the faster payoff. He enjoys the fact that Transfiguration really requires quite a bit of creativity involved while also having to follow a strict set of rules to not go wrong; that was really how he learned best at school, ironically, given his downright callous ambivalence to most rule structures.

In his line of work he’s found Conjuration particularly helpful; whether it be for conjuring up suitable press passes when he forgets his at home, conjuring a last second cushion to protect himself from a fall from the top of a fence, or even just conjuring a perfectly-homey slightly-chipped mug to pour tea into for a shaken-up interviewee to help them relax. Not to mention conjuring up false papers to hide the very real ones he’s smuggling out of the Prophet every day.

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: The Campaigner Enneagram: ENFP Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Archetype:

53% Rebel. The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.

27% Advocate .The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

20% Performer. Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.

Temperament: Sanguine/Choleric mix