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coffeeheartaddict2 · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,492 times in 2022

That's 1,245 more posts than 2021!

203 posts created (14%)

1,289 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jerzwriter

@genevievemd

@jamespotterthefirst

@liaromancewriter

@potionsprefect

I tagged 256 of my posts in 2022

#open heart - 167 posts

#ethan ramsey - 152 posts

#choices fanfic writers creations - 89 posts

#casey valentine - 64 posts

#asked and answered - 42 posts

#throwback thursday - 29 posts

#choices - 22 posts

#ethan ramsey x mc - 22 posts

#tobias carrick - 18 posts

#sunday six - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#or i don’t know call the fic where dr caveman handles himself to thots of dr allende whilst in the amazon medicine

My Top Posts in 2022:

A place to call home

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Catergory: domestic fluff

Warnings: sexual references

Summary: Ethan and a pregnant Casey move into their new apartment in the seaport district.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: my submission for @choicesmonthlychallengejune2022 . Prompts are in bold

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It was a bittersweet time for Ethan. He had lived in his penthouse apartment for 14 years. When he first got it he was barely there to be enjoyed but 7 years ago a bright young intern started at Edenbrook and slowly started breaking down his walls. Even before they were together he started to see what this unit could be with her. At first it is where they met to discuss and do research to help Naveen, it was where they were first intimate, it is where he first told her he loved her and a year later it is where he proposed. He had hoped that they would stay here forever, but no matter how hard Casey tried, she never felt like that this unit was truly theirs. This feeling became more apparent when they discussed the likelihood of extending their family. Ethan hated that Casey never truly felt like this place was theirs so they agreed to move. When they started looking they did not think they would find a new place so soon. They started looking at Seaport as it was a good neighbourhood, good schools and other families in the area and still close to work. They found a three bedroom unit and both fell in love with it, both loved the kitchen, Casey the outdoor area and Ethan the open plan layout. They put an offer on it and it was accepted. They had decided to keep this unit as an investment property so they did not have to worry about selling it. Neither had planned on Casey being pregnant when they moved but Casey was eager to start the nursery for the baby when they moved.

Moving day came and both Ethan and Casey had mixed emotions. Both were excited for the new beginnings that the new unit brought but it was also saying goodbye to this unit. Even though Casey always saw it as Ethan’s place there was lots of memories for her also.

The removalists came and took away the boxes. Both were glad that Jenner was with Alan for this process.

They were at their new apartment. Ethan found the wine glasses and opened the non alcoholic wine.

“We’ve moved, to our next chapter”

“To our next chapter.”

They are in the kitchen enjoying their takeout when Casey notes a familiar lustful look in Ethan’s eye. Ethan went and hugged Casey from behind. Ethan was wanting to christen the apartment but he knew Casey was exhausted from such a big day. She had not suffered with much morning sickness but the exhaustion was there. Casey leans back and kisses him. She breaks the kiss and sits on the island bench. Ethan kisses her again, more heatedly. He breaks the kiss and asks her if she is sure she wants to continue. Casey nods and kisses Ethan again. After a very heated christening of the kitchen they moved to the couch and rested.

“Was that as good as you hoped?”

“Better dare I say” said Ethan stroking Casey’s belly. “As much as I saw my old apartment as ours, this was definitely a move we needed to do. Your happiness is important to me.”

“It is a new beginning that is for sure. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They went to bed that night, exhausted but also happy and excited about what life was about to bring them and neither could be happier.

Authors note: a short one but we are in their new unit and awaiting the arrival of baby Hudson. As I said this is my submission for day 7 of the @choicesmonthlychallengejune2022

Tagging: @jerzwriter @liaromancewriter @genevievemd @jamespotterthefirst @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985 @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @potionsprefect

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25 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

Honestly I love you

Book: Open Heart (book 2)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Category: Angsty pining

Warnings:

Summary: Post Softball game and pre heist from Casey’s perspective.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: submission for the choices fanfic writers creation ONJ event. Prompt will appear in bold.

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It was the day after the softball game. Casey was in a state of flux. Yes they won the game, there was even a brawl when she crashed into Landrat but that was not on her mind at all.

That kiss. After months of denial he had kissed her, not just a friendly peck but a no holds barred all the emotions that she knew she had buried deep. On the way home she wished Alan had not interrupted but she was also glad that Ethan and Alan were having a chat that was well overdue.

The next day came and they did not discuss the kiss, but she could tell that there was a change in Ethan and Casey did not know what to make of it. A snippet of a song then randomly came into mind. “You don’t have to answer, I can see it in your eyes.”

Could perhaps the conversation that they needed to have be positive. Casey lived in the vain hope it would be but with all the uncertainty around the hospital it was hard to stay optimistic. Casey goes about her rounds, trying to keep Ethan out of her mind but the conversations, the looks he has given her keep playing on loop. She is finally taken out of her loop when she gets a page. Herself and Jackie find their way to Kyra’s office and she is coughing up blood. They take Kyra for an MRI. Casey already knows that it will be bad news. Ethan is there to counsel and console her, adding another event to the never ending Ethan loop.

After awhile it becomes too much, yes, Edenbrook’s future was shaky, yes Kyra’s prognosis, even though she did not have the results yet was bad, however the tipping point was Ethan and the realisation that the feeling she thought she had buried deep were indeed love and not only did they need to have a chat, Casey hoped it would be positive, not because she could sense that he had similar feelings deep down but she knew she did not think she could handle it if the chat went the other way. Casey punched the door and June enters.

“Just great” thought Casey. “The last thing I need.”

Little did she know that June’s proposal would set the train in motion for the talk to occur.

Authors note 2: Yes this is when June puts the idea to Casey to do the heist. Short and sweet today

Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @ofmischiefandmedicine @liaromancewriter @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985 @potionsprefect @tessa-liam

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

25 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

So I check my phone because I see a comment I posted had been commented on and randomly scroll to find some lovely people and my fave content creators vilified.

I won’t rehash the sentiment about getting some balls and not hiding behind anon or creating an account for the sole purpose because well that has all been done.

I will say this though, we could have chosen to keep our content to ourselves, stop creating when the shitshow of a train wreck that we know as book 3 was released but we did not. I know personally When I embarked on when egos collide, it was initially going to be an AU but there was so many missed opportunities especially with Ethan and Tobias and also Leland that with my initial plan of a redemption arc for E&T that brings down Leland fitted too well with the scant bones of what potentially could have been a good book but I digress.

Even though I am not a prolific content creator, and I am not in the what this person perceived to be some kind of sheep gang, I have never found any of the people named to be anything but what was said

Most of my writing has been a different take o cannon, rewriting 14-20 of book 2 being the first multi part writing I undertook but especially when writing WEC I got inspired to write some fics within canon and I would like to thank @genevievemd for giving me the inspiration and motivation to write Fortune favours the brave.

And as for these people not supporting other content writers- well without @genevievemd I would not have had the medical plot point that was the final takedown of Leland, @jamespotterthefirst your comments give me a boost like nothing else and inspire me to keep going, @jerzwriter for just being an awesome human and a good sounding board

Life is hard, we have all survived the pandemic and to be honest, escaping into our own little corners of the fandom and putting out our own little OH universes helps us escape the reality and helps us unwind.

@jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @liaromancewriter @lucy-268 @potionsprefect @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @takeharryandgo and the other people mentioned in that hateful post. I love you all and keep up your work and all that you do to help us find some sanity in this crazy world.

26 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

Begin Again

Book: Open Heart book 2

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC Casey Valentine

Category: Angst

Rating: Teen +

Trope: there was hurt and comfort

Warnings: mentions of trauma, mental health, medically assisted suicide,sexual references

Summary: following on from the attack and the beginning of dagger mountain.

Disclaimer: Characters, plot points, dialogue (actual and paraphrased)belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note 1: As most of you are aware, I did a rewrite of chapters 14-20 of book 2. This fic will take you upto where I have started my ch14 rewrite. From ch14 of book 2 onwards, this corner of the fandom oud canon divergent. Many of the main plot points do exist but there are differences.

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Ethan waited in the car whilst Casey went up and packed a bag. While he waited he emailed Naveen to state that he was taking a couple of days off at this stage and that he would keep him apprised of any changes. Ethan hoped that she would stay for more than a few days. He did not know how the events of the attack had affected her but he was having nightmares about her not making it. Once awake he could not get back to sleep, it even got to a point where he would go into hospital early and check on Casey himself to ensure it was only a dream.

Casey came back. She hopped into the car and they headed back to Ethan’s apartment. Casey was exhausted, not just physically but mentally too. They arrived at the apartment and got ready for bed. Ethan could see that Casey was looking anxious and a little apprehensive and he asked her what was the matter.

“I am scared Ethan, after the attack I was that exhausted that all I could do was sleep and when that initial exhaustion wore off I was given a sleeper to ensure I slept but this is the first night without them…”

Ethan hugged her and rubbed his hands up and down her back in comfort.

“I understand being scared. I have had nightmares since the attack, mainly a cure not being found in time, whatever happens we will face it together.” Whispered Ethan and he then placed a kiss on the top of her head. Casey smiled weakly and they settled into bed. Casey fell asleep snuggling into him and Ethan lay awake for a while, enjoying the feeling of her beside him. She was alive and breathing and here and in that moment that is all that mattered. He fell asleep. Ethan was eventually awoken but this time it was not his nightmare but Casey thrashing about in her sleep. He let it play out, not wanting to startle her in what appeared to be a nightmare. She shot up all of a sudden. Ethan placed his hand on her arm, Casey stiffened and then relaxed realising she was not in the room but with Ethan. She started crying, Casey kept asking why she survived. Ethan did not know what to say, he knew the how but the why he did not have an answer for. He assured her that he was here and he hugged her tighter as they both fell back to sleep. Mercifully, both fell into a dreamless sleep. Ethan awoke at his usual time but instead of getting up he lay in bed watching over Casey. He contemplated calling his dad to bring Jenner but decided against it, he wanted to fully focus on Casey. Eventually the need for coffee forced him from bed. He reluctantly got up and went to the kitchen. Ethan made two cups, not knowing how long Casey would sleep for. He just sat down when Casey stirred and he offered her coffee. Casey smiled and took a sip.

“Thank you for the coffee.” Casey say’s gratefully. After a few sips Casey asked, “Did I interrupt your sleep last night?”

“There was a point I felt you thrashing about and when you awoke you asked me why you survived, we both went back to sleep but as for major disruption, No.”

Casey sighed with relief.

“That was my first nightmare that I remember having since….it was not like I dreamed of any different scenarios, it was exactly what happened…”

Casey started to cry again and Ethan grabbed her hand.

“I wasn’t in there when the toxin was deployed but I could see how frightened you were. I didn’t have a nightmare about it last night but I have had nightmares too, except, my nightmare involved you not making it.”

Casey hugged Ethan.

“I am here Ethan.” She whispered “I do not know why I survived but I did.”

They stay locked in their somber embrace until Casey’s stomach rumbles.

“Let’s get some breakfast, Casey.”

Ethan cooks some bacon and eggs. Casey asks how long Ethan would like her to stay.

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My #1 post of 2022

Precious

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Ramsey

Category: Angsty fluff

Warnings: mentions of a character death, traumatic birth, language.

Summary: The arrival of Hudson Jonah Ramsey.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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June 4th 2025.

Today was Casey’s last day of work before embarking on five months maternity leave. She had received clearance to remain working as far along as she did and she was hopeful to have been able to work remotely for another week but Ethan had put his foot down. He wanted Casey to rest and enjoy some time for herself before Hudson came along. In all honesty Casey was looking forward to the pregnancy to end, even though they had no significant issues, she was done. The lack of sleep due to Hudson kicking or just general discomfort was really getting to her. The nursery was set and all that was needed was Hudson. Casey had started researching ways to bring on labour naturally much to Ethan’s dismay.

“I am anxious to meet him too but surely wouldn’t it be better to let nature take its course?”

“Yes Ethan, you do not have to carry him, get your insides kicked to high heaven, bladder used as a trampoline…”

Ethan cuts her off with a searing kiss. “Hudson will come when he is good and ready.” He whispers in her ear before kissing her.

The next week flies by. Casey starts to get the occasional bout of braxton hick contractions which she finds frustrating more than anything.

The second week drags. Casey’s discomfort level rises. She is more and more anxious for the pregnancy to end. On the evening of the 27th June Casey starts getting contractions. Ethan surprises himself by how calm he is. At 11pm they arrive at the hospital, Casey’s contractions are still seven minutes apart but she is starting to feel nauseous so they are advised to come in. The observations that are done show nothing amiss and Casey is then offered some pain relief. The pain relief works for a time and the labour steadily progresses. At about three am though, the nausea comes back and it is worse. So much so that even Ethan is concerned. Dr Watson comes in and does some more observations. Casey’s blood pressure is starting to spike and the baby is showing early signs of distress. Ethan starts to spiral. The memories of Delores and how she went into full eclampsia surfacing. Try as she might, she was not able to get Ethan to calm down. Casey was stressed also.

“Ethan, I get why you are spiraling but you are no good to me like this.”

This makes Ethan stop and pay attention for which Dr Watson is relieved. Ethan’s medical brain kicks in. Dr Watson advises that they have two options, continue under more stricter observations or have an emergency c-section now. After going through briefly the pros and cons Casey emphatically states that she wants a c-section now. Ethan is quietly relieved that Casey chose this option. Casey is prepped for surgery and Ethan accompanies her.

The c-section goes without a hitch and not long after Hudson Jonah is delivered, Casey’s blood pressure stabilises. While Casey is being stitched up, Hudson is taken away to be weighed and measured and Ethan cut his cord. He is placed on Casey’s chest for some skin to skin time and he starts suckling at Casey’s breast.

Ethan thought the most joyous moment in his life was when Casey said I do but nothing prepared him for the wave of emotion that he was going through. The high and low of their missed miscarriage in 2023, the joy when they found out that this pregnancy stuck and and the sheer relief and joy that they had welcome baby Hudson Jonah to the world. Try as he might, he could not hold back his tears of joy. Casey was exhausted both physically and emotionally but she too was overjoyed. They were eventually taken back to Casey’s room. Ethan stayed with Casey and Hudson. Casey had a well earned rest. Hudson looked so peaceful in his cot. After about an hour, Hudson started to fuss so Ethan picked him up and held him. Hudson calmed down and Ethan spoke to him.

“Welcome to the world Hudson, I am your dad. Both your mother and I are really happy to meet you despite the fright you gave us. We have loved you from when we first found out about you. We both look forward to getting to know you and the man you will become.”

Meanwhile Casey stirred and got even more emotional seeing Ethan holding and talking to baby Hudson.

“Hey Ethan.” She finally says. Ethan is shook from his reverie.

“Did I wake you sweetheart?”

“No, I woke up by myself.” Ethan gives Hudson to her.

“Hey Hudson, I am your mum. Welcome buddy. We already love you so much.” She holds him, looking at him. Ethan sitting beside Casey on the bed and looking longingly at his son. Unbeknownst to both of them Tobias had happened to walk by. He snapped a picture of the moment and sent it to Ethan.

“I never thought I would have seen either of you more in love than in this moment.” Is what he said.

When Ethan finally saw the message he couldn't agree more.

The next five days were a blur of visitors from their friends and Alan as well as Naveen. Casey’s parents were coming a week later which she was thankful for as she wanted some time with Ethan to get into a semblance of a routine. It was exhausting for both of them but neither could be happier that baby Hudson was now, finally in their lives.

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26 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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wanderfan2000 · 3 years ago

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Good morning everybody and HAPPY NEW YEAR! That’s right, we have officially arrived at the LAST day of 2021 and soon, 2022 will take its place. So as we approach this upcoming new decade, it’s time to say a huge farewell to my December wallpapers. December was another fantastic year for me. I got to see old friends and new friends, I drew new pictures and even showed off old ones to my buddies on here. (Well, Janet and Wander pictures that is. ^^;) Also, this Christmas had to be my GREATEST one of all! Because not only did I get a bunch of gifts, but I also received my long awaited Cars 2 poster, (Which is actually rare because it the one seen on the outside of the movie theater! X3 and now it hangs proudly on my wall!) along with a framed picture of Jack McBrayer as Kenneth Parcell from 30 Rock that was also signed by him too! X3 Talk about the best presents EVER!!!!! X3

But even if this year is ending, I got some unfortunate news about Throwback Thursday and Throwback Friday…

I hate to say it, but these two throwback days are officially not going to come back for new year. I’m sorry for disappointing all of you. But I don’t have anything left to show. (Well, I still do have loads of things to show.) But I just don’t know where to start with next. With that being said, I am certain I can make a new series for my blog soon enough, will just see what I come up with…

As for 2022, I am DEEPLY EXCITED for it! Because I plan to show off my new artwork and deliver fun news and stories to all of you guys. Plus also, I’m planning on doing new RP stories with my buddy, @wandereroftheuniverses-blog. Yep, I’m a Role Player now. Well, virtually. ^_^

Oh, also tonight, (maybe), I'm planning on releasing two videos of me showing off my incredible impressions I can do of Wander Over Yonder. I’m not going to voice all the characters, just to show off my talent for doing impressions of Lord Hater, (I’m REALLY good at him, so you guys will be in for a treat. =3), and Janet the planet. (She’s awesome to do, but I can’t quite get her rage attacks off of the ground, but I’ll give it a try and see. =3)

Well, then what are we waiting for? 2022, here we come! X3

#My Wallpapers #Wander Over Yonder

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oneofthosecrazycatladies · 3 years ago

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Doing a little survey:

A loooong time ago, I used to do these theme days (if I remember there was Spam Sunday, Fanart Friday [and a few others I can’t totally remember]) and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in me reviving those?

If you don’t remember or are new here, basically every day I’d have a theme so on Sundays people could send in requests for a spam (so I’d post about one thing like Doctor Who or some anime or whatever) all day. And on Fridays I’d post or reblog people’s fan art.

There were theme days for the other days too although they were based on old internet trends that I don’t know are still things or not like Man Crush Monday, Woman Crush Wednesday, and Throwback Thursday (those were big internet trends like 5 years ago but I don’t know if people still do those anymore)

Or if you have ideas for new theme days I’m open to that too.

These theme days are just a way for us to interact and create more of a sense of community. Also, Tumblr tells me I have more than 50,000 followers on this blog and I’m curious to know how many of those 50,000 are actually active because I’m convinced 95% of my followers are either bots or possibly dead people 🤷‍♀️

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solarissantaella · 3 years ago

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I completely forgot about Throwback Thursday and Spotlight Saturday, but I completed two more chapters of Francisca and the Forgotten, which is going to be my NaNoWriMo project starting tomorrow! Since I’ll be doing NaNoWriMo, I won’t follow this blog’s usual posting schedule-- instead, I’ll do daily updates of Francisca and the Forgotten, and I think I’ll try to keep up with daily observations because they’re so simple and I don’t want to get out of the habit.

I did some more improvising for Music Monday, so I don’t really have much to say about that. However, tomorrow’s going to be a BIG day music-wise, so stay tuned!

I decided to expand “Back to the Carnival” into a series of poems and maybe try getting it published as a chapbook sometime, so I wrote “Leap Year”. I actually did a revision of “Back to the Carnival” that had a longer beginning than the version of the poem I originally posted here, but I wasn’t able to find it. However, since I’m sure that would’ve been written three of four years ago, it’s probably for the best that I just started over. It’s interesting revisiting old work of mine and trying to add on and improve it while still keeping the same voice and spirit. I’m looking forward to revisiting this project once I’m done with NaNoWriMo!

I also shared a bonus poetry reading of “Yours, Lucifer” for Halloween, and I figure I might as well plug the reading of “Oleander Halloween” too, since t’is the season and all that.

I’m both eagerly anticipating and deeply dreading NaNoWriMo, so let’s see how it NaNoWri-goes.

#week in review #10/31/2021

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thedarkplume · 3 years ago

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Throwback Thursday

Dust off those browsers, friends. We’re gonna travel back in time to the stories that brought us into the fandom or the ones that have stuck with you through the years.

Share your super old faves and reblog them, showing the authors their classics are not forgotten. Leave them a love note showing them how much it means to you.

Then reblog the first story you wrote for your current fandom or even the first one you wrote for each fandom you belong to. The world is our oyster. Let’s rediscover some pearls.

I'm not going to lie. This Ask made me a little bit sad. There have been some really great writers on this site that have left us for unspecified reasons, and some for the childish bullying that seems to be a daily thing.

One of my favorite blogs was @chocolatecherubs. They were a blog that was written specifically for black female characters in the Marvel Universe, with Steve and Bucky as the central love interests, particularly during the 1940s.

However, all is not lost! There are still plenty of blogs that I follow and love and can always count on to provide the most entertainment you can achieve without picking up an actual book. One of the blogs who always delivers on this front regardless of the subject matter is the beautiful and talented @avintagekiss24 . I've been following her for a year and it has been a nonstop rollercoaster of fun, excitement, surprise, and even a little bit of heartbreak.

@avintagekiss24 has so many stories that I reread over and over again, it's nearly impossible to pick just one. But...if I did have to choose a classic in a split-second decision it would be Night Shift. This was my first time ever reading a story about Andy Barber and since then I have not stopped!

As for my own forays into fanfiction, I've written for Twilight, Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Cruel Intentions, a few WIPs for We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Knives Out, and the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and that's not counting all of the stories knocking around in my head vying for attention!

Here is a VERY old Buffy the Vampire Slayer story I wrote.

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Buffy/Angelus

Setting: 1700s, New Colonies

A/N: This story is a little different from the others I’ve written. This story is set in the days of Angelus’ life when Drusilla had just turned Spike. Bear with me if everything is not exactly up to par historically – I am not a history buff! NSFW 18+ Warnings for offensive language, subject matter, violence, blood, gore, and sexual abuse.

His features could not be termed uninteresting—there lay in them something bold and daring—but the expression on the whole anything but benevolent. There were contempt and sarcasm in the cold dark eyes, whose glance, however, was at times so piercing that no one could endure it long.

from The Mysterious Stranger (1860) – Anonymous

What is obsession? Is it the madness that consumes a man when he’s confronted with the one thing he knows he is not supposed to have? Is it the burning desire to possess the aforementioned object, ensuring that she will only think of him as he only thinks of her? Angelus paced back and forth in his chosen room of the mansion. Darla was still off reconnecting with Dracula and giving Angelus some much-needed breathing room. While she was off having her own adventures, he moved his childe and grandchilde to the American Colonies. They were in the colony named New York. Angelus loved the New Colonies. The women were not as sexually repressed, and the humans as a whole were more trusting. Since their arrival, government officials, writers, artists, scholars – everyone who held wealth and power had invited Angelus, his “sister” Drusilla and her husband William, to parties. There was nothing Angelus enjoyed more than drunk socialites.

And it was at one of these parties that he saw her. The object of his obsession. Elizabeth Anne Summers. Buffy, to those who knew her intimately. She had long, golden blonde hair, not unlike Darla’s, but hers had more of a silky texture. Her eyes were large and hazel, brimming with innocence. She had sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow underneath the moonlight.

Angelus wanted her. He wanted to bury his fangs and his cock inside her. Her scent proved that she was untried, but that would only last so long. Angelus found out everything he could about her. She was promised to the governor’s son. She lived with her parents Hank and Joyce Summers. She had a baby sister – Dawn – who caught pneumonia and died at the age of six. Her father worked as a developer for the colony and his wife owned a prominent boutique. She had two best friends, Willow Osbourne née Rosenberg and Alexander Harris, husband to the beautiful and licentious Cordelia Harris née Chase.

The first time Angelus spoke to her was at a party that was thrown by an oil barren. Angelus, as usual, found himself surrounded by three potential meals. Drusilla stood by William’s side, smiling proudly as he recited poetry. It was terrible, but the women thought it was the most beautiful thing they had ever heard.

“Do you hunt, Mr. McConroy?” one of the women – Mrs. O’Hara or something or another – said, pulling him from his thoughts.

Angelus flashed an enticing smile. “Why yes, Mrs. O’Hara. ‘Tis one of my many pleasures.”

She wet her lips and fluttered her eyes in what he was sure was meant to be attractive. “Well, in that case, you should come to my husband’s estate in the country. You two can hunt and later you could tell me more about your pleasures.”

“How can a man of sound mind resist such an enticing offer?” he said, kissing the back of her hand.

The woman continued to place unnecessary hints concerning secret rendezvous and Angelus almost lost control and snapped her neck on the spot until one of the younger women spoke up.

“There’s that Elizabeth Summers.”

Angelus’ attention immediately shifted, seeking out his dark obsession. She came in with her parents. Her large hazel eyes seemed sad, and Angelus suddenly wanted to seek out that which had caused her misery and destroy it. He wanted to be the sole source of any pain she felt. But he could not gaze upon his obsession in peace as one of the three women continued her verbal assault.

“How a strange girl like that was lucky enough to have a contract with Governor Finn’s son is baffling.”

“She is a strange one, Harmony,” Cordelia Harris vehemently agreed. “My husband says that she spends all of her time reading. Reading! Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“Well, I hear that she wishes to become a writer! As if any respectable man would want anything written by a woman! A proper lady should spend her time learning to attend a household and concern herself with pleasing her husband.”

“Yes, well, we all know that Buffy,” she sneered the name. “Is as far from a lady as one can be. It baffles me why Alexander enjoys her company so. It’s embarrassing!” she glared as said husband made his way over to Buffy.

“I see nothing wrong with a properly educated woman, Mrs. Harris,” Angelus said, drawing their attention away from Buffy. “It would be refreshing to hear a woman contribute something to the conversation beyond how pretty the dresses are overseas.”

Cordelia Harris’ expression darkened so that if Angelus had been human, he might have been afraid. “Well,” she sniffed, highly offended. “It is upon the hour, and I believe I shall take my leave.” She stood and scowled at Angelus when he broke societal conventions and refused to stand when she did. “I bid you goodnight, Mrs. O’Hara, Harmony, Mr. McConroy.”

“Mrs. Harris,” his flourishing bow was meant and taken in all its mockery. He smirked as she huffed and stomped away. He watched her approach Buffy and Alexander, and used his enhanced hearing to listen in.

“…husband and I must be going,” she said in a clipped tone.

Buffy knew that her friend’s wife didn’t like her, but for Xander’s sake, she at least made an effort. “I am sorry that you must be leaving so soon. I hope you will feel well, Cordy.”

“Oh, Elizabeth, how many times must I remind you to call me Mrs. Harris?” she said tightly.

“Of course. I apologize.”

“Alexander.”

The dark-haired young man looked between his wife and his friend, wishing he could stay, but knowing he would never hear the last of it if he did. “Of course, dear. See you soon, Buffy.”

Her other friend, Willow, who had watched the scene from across the room, performed her usual damage control ritual. “You know I think one of these days he shall divorce her.”

“Willow!” she whispered, linking their arms. “You should not say such things.”

“Well, he should! I’m fairly certain the only reason he puts up with her is for the sex and we both know the pregnancy scare was the incentive for the marriage to start with…”

Angelus watched the two young women disappear out onto the gardens. “Ladies, if you will excuse me.” He left the woman at the table and sought out William. He didn’t have the same mental link with him as he did with Drusilla, but William could feel when his grandsire called him.

“You called?” he said, appearing moments later.

“Yes, I’m stepping out for a moment. Make sure no one sees Dru nibbling on the livestock.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what’s so special about this bird? I mean, she’s a cutie and all, but is she really worth our queen mother handing you your own arse?”

“What Darla doesn’t know won’t kill me.” Angelus knew William had a point. Darla was extremely jealous and possessive of him, but he was still sore around the edges where she was concerned, considering that she left him to die in a burning barn. Darla was his sire and that was a bond not easily broken, but nothing could reestablish the trust he lost for her. He glanced at Drusilla to see if she was keeping out of trouble and caught her thralling Harmony. “If you want the blonde as a party favor you should take her out of here. She’s as dumb as a post but has a pleasant peach scent to her.”

Angelus left his grandchilde to attend to Dru and followed Buffy’s scent through the large garden maze. She and her friend, Willow sat on a bench in front of a pond talking quietly.

“…says?”

“You mean when she’s not nursing a bottle? She blames me. She says even whores aren’t low enough to chase their own fathers,” she sniffled.

“Oh, Buffy, have you thought about telling Riley?”

“No, I can’t tell him, Will. If he thought for a moment that it’s gone further than a drunken fumbling, he’ll never speak to me again.”

“And right now, he’s your only way out,” Willow sighed in sympathy to her friend’s plight. “You know Oz and I will let you move in with us.”

“People will talk.”

“They’re already talking. One of New York’s most beloved sons married to a kike?”

“Willow!” Buffy admonished. “Don’t ever call yourself that.”

The redhead shrugged carelessly. “I have been called much worse. I am just telling you that Oz and I do not care what anyone else says about us.”

“I appreciate it. And if the wedding was happening later than next month I would say yes.”

“But what if he goes too far before Riley can save you?”

The unanswered question hung heavy in the air. Angelus seethed. He barely restrained himself from going back inside, grabbing Hank Summers and tearing off his worthless cock with his bare hands. It didn’t anger Angelus that the man was taking liberties with his daughter. It bothered him that his touch would not be the first she had known from a man.

“I should get back inside before Oz starts looking for me. Come with?”

“In a little while. I just want a little more time away from the noise.”

“Don’t take too long. Your parents,” she mumbled.

Angelus watched the Osbourne woman return to the party from his place in the shadows. He turned his attention back to Buffy realizing that they were finally alone. She leaned back, her hands flat on the bench and her face turned up towards the starlit sky. Her eyes were closed, and the subtle breeze disturbed the tendrils of silky tresses framing her face. Angelus had the perfect view of the golden skin of her smooth throat. His face shifted as he imagined sinking his fangs into her throat as her naked body writhed helplessly underneath his.

Buffy’s eyes suddenly snapped open. She stood and she looked around her as if sensing she was not alone. “Is someone there?” she called.

Angelus contained his excitement and returned to his human visage. “Just me,” he said, pretending as though he was simply out for a stroll through the garden’s maze. “Didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Buffy stared at the man before her. She was certain that she had never seen him around before. He was tall, very tall. He had long dark hair that was bound behind his head. He had a wide mustache and she wondered if it was as soft as his hair looked. He had dark eyes. Eyes that were mischievous and secretive. She started to believe she was dreaming. She always thought Riley was cute in a boyish way, but this man before her with the long brown hair, his piercing dark eyes and his enticing smirk was…beautiful. His smirk seemed to widen, and Buffy realized with startling clarity that she was rather rudely staring at him.

“No, you did not frighten me, sir,” she recovered.

“You are Elizabeth Summers, correct?”

“Yes, but everyone calls me Buffy.”

He took her hand – it seemed tiny and engulfed by his – and pressed a small kiss to it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Buffy. I am Angelus McConroy.”

Recognition flashed in her large hazel eyes. “Of course, Mr. McConroy! You live in the Crawford’s old mansion. Your brother-in-law, William, is it? He ordered a gown from my mother’s boutique for your sister.”

Angelus suppressed another smirk. He had sent William on that particular mission to scout out the boutique and Buffy’s work hours, and to spread the word to the local undead community that she, her family and friends, were off limits.

“Yes, my family and I moved there a few months ago.”

Buffy fidgeted with her dress before resuming her place on the bench. “Would you…would you care to sit?” she offered timidly.

He flashed a dazzling smile and took his place beside her. “Now what is a lovely girl such as yourself doing out here all alone? It’s really not safe,” said the wolf to the rabbit.

Buffy glanced up at him and flushed as he stared down at her unblinkingly. “Oh, well, I just stepped out for a moment. Just for some air,” she shrugged.

“You don’t truly enjoy parties, do you?”

“They are…acceptable.”

“Ah, but a lass such as yourself would much rather be at home in front of the fire with a book. You prefer the silence and solitude to the noise and excitement.”

She flushed an attractive pink and looked up at him from under her lashes. “I realize that those are not exactly the qualities one looks for in a woman, but…”

“But you are far from a woman, lass. You’re still a wee child.” He watched appreciatively as her skin flushed a darker red.

“Sir, I will have you know that I am of sixteen years and will soon be a wife,” she said, not really succeeding in sounding offended.

“Yes, to Governor Finn’s lad no less. I find it difficult to see what it is the boy could have done to deserve the hand of such a fair lass.”

Her hazel eyes met his and she wore a smile befitting that of the most experienced of coquettes. “Do you tell all your ladies that, Mr. McConroy?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

She started laughing and Angelus thought it was the most enticing sound he had ever heard. “You are indeed a charmer, Mr. McConroy. If I may be so bold…?”

“You may.”

“Why is there not a Mrs. McConroy? A gentleman such as yourself should have amassed quite the number of prospects from the fairer sex.”

Angelus, seeing his opportunity, angled his body towards hers. “Perhaps it is because a man can only have ale for so long before he starts to long for a fine wine.”

He could hear her heart pounding in fear and excitement as their seemingly innocent conversation began to take a different turn. “But what if you’re not supposed to have the wine?” she breathed.

“That’s when it’s the sweetest.” His hand cupped her cheek and her eyes fluttered from the contact. “Look at me, Buff,” he commanded. “Look into my eyes.” Angelus knew he could have waited rather than jumping at the first opportunity to thrall her, but he was anxious to have her in his bed.

“You have pretty eyes.”

Angelus felt his eyebrows rise. You have pretty eyes? Angelus concentrated harder and Buffy flinched as he suddenly seemed to be scowling at her.

“What? Men can have pretty eyes,” she pouted slightly, thinking he was offended.

Angelus blinked. He surveyed her carefully, playing close attention not to let himself linger on her pouting pink lips. He didn’t understand how it was possible for her to resist his thrall. No one had ever resisted! The girl was obviously human. She smelled human. She had a heartbeat. What had gone wrong? His eyebrows knitted together as he ran through any and all explanations as to why his gift had failed him. He felt her warm hand press against his own.

“Angelus? Is something wrong?”

He recovered, wearing his signature smirk. “You think my eyes are pretty, do ye?”

Buffy fiddled with the sleeves of her dress looking anywhere but at him. “Yes, they resemble little pools of chocolate.” She felt his fingers lace through hers and looked down. She liked the way their hands fit.

“Now which one of us is the charmer here, Buff?” he watched her shiver as his fingers idly stroked hers.

“There you are!”

Buffy stood, withdrawing her hand from Angelus, completely missing his darkened expression. “Riley,” she said, her heart pounding heavily as though she’d been caught doing something terribly wicked.

“I have been searching all over for you, Bethie.”

He took her hand in his own, missing her subtle wince at the nickname she loathed. “Forgive me if I have caused distress. I only stepped out for a moment.”

“Your mother and father are looking for you. They –.” Riley stopped short when he saw movement behind Buffy. “Hello,” he said to the man who sat on the bench watching them unabashedly. “I do not believe we have met. I am Riley Finn, Elizabeth’s husband-to-be.”

“Oh, yes, the governor’s boy,” Angelus said, taking in the blue-eyed baby-faced boy with mocking eyes.

Although the sarcasm went completely over the boy’s head as he puffed out his chest and stood a little taller, Angelus smirk only grew when Buffy gave him a warning glare.

“Yes, yes, I am,” he said proudly.

“Riley, this is Mr. McConroy.”

Riley tensed slightly, something neither Angelus nor Buffy missed. “McConroy. You purchased the old Crawford Mansion.”

“Yes,” he confirmed, his eyes glinting slightly.

“Well, it was nice making your acquaintance, Mr. McConroy, but Elizabeth and I must be going.”

“Of course. Nice meeting you, Finn.” He turned his penetrating eyes to Buffy. He picked up her hand and gave her a lingering kiss that left her near breathless. “T’was a pleasure makin’ your acquaintance, Buffy.”

“Mr. McConroy,” she blushed.

Riley’s jaw clenched as he led Buffy away. But his annoyance over what he saw as a threat to his future wife was nothing compared to Angelus’ fury over Finn impeding the progress he had made.

“I do not trust that McConroy fellow,” he confided when they were of a safe distance away from him. Or so he thought. “He worries me.”

“Riley,” Buffy sighed. “Mr. McConroy is a nice man.”

“You know him well, then?”

“No. We only made acquaintance tonight.”

“Yet he already calls you Buffy.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Riley Finn, I do believe you are jealous.”

“Perhaps I am,” he admitted. “Do you find him attractive?”

Buffy blushed and lowered her eyes. “He is…agreeable. But it is you who will become my husband. Your name I will carry and your children I shall bear. Tell me once more why you are jealous?”

With a few well-executed words, Angelus could see Finn’s worries and inferiorities fade away. He leaned down and kissed her lips as carefully as if she were made of glass.

“Bethie?” he whispered, still holding her close.

“Yes?”

“If I asked you to do something, as your future husband, would you do it?”

Buffy tensed. Her small hands fisted the sides of his shirt as her mind twisted and turned over in itself. As her future husband, he could ask almost anything of her, and she was duty bound to obey. She trembled against him and swallowed the bile suddenly flooding her mouth. “Yes.”

“I wish for you to have no further contact with Mr. McConroy or any of his family.”

Buffy stepped back from him so that she could see into his eyes. “Riley, I have already told you that Mr. McConroy bears no threat to us.”

“But he does,” he argued. “Have you noticed the strange occurrences in our town?”

“Are you referring to Madeleine Archer?” Maddie Archer was two years younger than Buffy and had gone missing from her bed in the dead of night.

“Yes, as well as Rebekah Harte, Joshua Black, Edward Morton, Christine Adams, and countless others.”

“Riley, how do these unfortunate people pertain to you desiring distance between Mr. McConroy and myself?”

“They all vanished or perished inexplicably after McConroy, and his family took residence in the Crawford Mansion.”

“You are not suggesting…?” she gasped.

“There is something amiss about them. His sister is said to be touched in the mind, but there is more. She speaks in prophecies. Her husband, William, the poet, who may I say is not very good, he was seen with Rebekah Harte before she went missing. Then there is your new acquaintance. He never leaves the mansion during the day. He does not work and yet he attends every party and somehow amasses enough wealth to support his family. They have no servants or cooks. Their skin is unnaturally porcelain – must I go on?”

“Are you suggesting to me that Mr. McConroy, his sister and her husband may be…nefarious individuals?”

Riley smiled humorlessly. “Why does it frighten you to speak the word, Bethie? You once told me that what most would believe to be a monster, you see as a beast maintaining his nature.”

“I was referring to the work of Bram Stoker, Riley. Beasts exist, yes, but not of that sort, and certainly not amongst Mr. McConroy and his family.”

“You have always had faith in the most undeserving of creatures, Bethie.” He reached inside his trouser pocket and withdrew a silver cross on a chain.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I wish you to wear it whenever you leave the mansion.”

“Even in the sunlight?” she quipped.

“Even in the sunlight,” he answered, unaffected by her glibness. “All of the victims’ blood was drained through small punctures to the throat.”

Buffy paled as she gasped. “What? But you never said anything!”

“My father thought it was best that the families were not informed of this. It would lead to panic and at this time, the authorities have declared it a beast. Wear it. For me.”

“Okay,” she whispered, still struggling with the concept of the creatures she learned of as a child could truly exist beyond the pages of a novel.

Riley secured the cross around Buffy’s neck and exhaled in relief. “Now I believe we should find your parents. They can hardly fault a man for enjoying the company of his love.”

The couple left the garden arm in arm, completely oblivious to the heavy stare on their backs.

Angelus was beside himself with fury when the Finn’s and the Summers left the Hardy Mansion. He had covered his tracks and the tracks of his childe and grandchilde carefully. Yet, the Finn boy seemed to have linked all of their victims back to them. Although he tried his best to come across as noble and caring in Buffy’s eyes, the boy was far more concerned with her affections rather than her safety. The thought in itself caused a malicious smirk to befall his angelic features. They would have to be careful. Meticulous. One mistake and all would be lost. Nevertheless, Angelus would have Buffy Summers…even if he had to eviscerate every townsman to get her.

Angelus itched to relieve his fury and he knew just how to do it.

“Margaret, is it?” she was nothing. An aide in the Hardy household with the burden of a fatherless son. She was not remotely attractive, and her blood was not in the slightest appealing. But her polite smile and cautious eyes appeased him.

“Yes, sir.”

“I regret to bother you as I can see you are terribly busy, but I am afraid I require your assistance.”

“In what way, sir?” still so trusting.

“Come with me, please.”

Ah. There is the hesitation. “Very well, sir.”

He led her to a dark corner underneath the stairs hidden from the rest of the intoxicated socialites. “Ah, that’s better, isn’t it? Not complete privacy, but it should do for what I have in mind,” he said, letting his eyes drift over her, hoping to discomfort her. She predictably squirmed under his gaze, unaware that her used and aged body held no appeal for him.

“Sir, I…I should get back,” she stuttered, her heart pounding beautifully, forcing her blood to flow quicker through her arteries.

“Why not stay a while? After all, you did say you would help a fellow with his problem,” he purred, moving even closer to the frightful maid.

*“Sir, please, I should return to the party.”

*“Margaret, Margaret, there’s no hurry.”

She tried to pull away from him, hoping that someone might see. *“Mistress will be wondering…”

*“Sshh,” he cooed. “Mistress will be wondering how to get the good Reverend Chalmers into bed and will not notice the absence of canapé.” He stroked her chin for good measure, and she shuddered in spite of her fear. “Stay with me,” he urged.

Angelus could tell by her eyes that she was considering it. How could she not? A lowly maid, past her prime, receiving the attentions of the young and wealthy Mr. McConroy, a man that all women, be they married, betrothed, or divine worshippers, have attempted to lure into their beds.

*“Sir, people might talk,” she weakly protested. “I’ll be put out on the streets. My little boy would…I can’t lose this job,” she said, forgoing any thoughts she might have had about taking a chance with the beautiful Angelus McConroy.

Angelus, sensing her resolve, lost his temper. He grabbed her arms. *“Then you must keep quiet.”

*“You’re hurting me!” she said, speaking a little louder than she intended.

*“Ah! Cry out. Call for help. I’m sure Mistress will believe your behavior beyond reproach,” he sneered.

*“Please!” she gasped, wriggling in his embrace.

Angelus shook her roughly. *“Come, make a scene, huh?” he taunted. “Shall I?”

Margaret hesitated. *“No,” she whispered.

*“No, no. We’ll be as quiet as mice.”

Margaret lowered her head. Her shoulders sagged in defeat. If she closed her eyes and didn’t put up a fight, maybe it would be over soon. No one would believe her if she said their familiarity was forced.

Angelus could almost taste her defeat. His face shifted and when she looked back up at him, her fear and terror flooded his senses. *“No matter what.”

*“Sir!” she trembled, tears welling in her eyes. “My son!”

Good, he had almost forgotten. *“Oh, he’ll make a fine dessert, huh?”

He grabbed her, sinking his fangs into her throat before she could scream. He drained her quickly. She was unsatisfying and not at all fulfilling. He released her, letting her body fall carelessly to the floor. He tucked her away in the corner, knowing one of the other servants or perhaps her Mistress herself would find her. Angelus maneuvered around the intoxicated guests, following Margaret’s scent to the servant’s quarters. He found Margaret’s whelp sleeping in his bed. He was a boy of no more than seven years. His hair was curly like his mother's and a brighter shade of blonde. Margaret’s pallet lay positioned beside the boy’s bed. The boy clutched a worn brown bear that was missing its left eye. He was a beautiful child, clearly taking after his father. The boy opened his eyes and startling emerald green eyes met his own.

“Are you an angel?” he whispered.

His lips twitched as he fought the smirk that threatened to reveal itself. “An angel?”

“Mum says when it’s time an angel will come and take me to see my Da. Will you take me?”

He arranged the boy’s body in his bed and retrieved his mother, placing her on top of her pallet. From a distance, it would look as If they were merely sleeping. He returned to his mansion an hour before sunrise.

“Daddy, we saved her for you!” Drusilla called over the screams.

He strolled down to the “playroom” in the cellar. The room smelled of sex, blood, and fear. The young woman from the party, Harmony, was naked and railroad spikes had been driven through her hands and ankles, courtesy of William. Her legs and stomach were flayed, and Drusilla greedily lapped up her flowing blood.

William leaned against the wall, a pipe in his hand. “How did it go with the bird?”

Before he could answer, Harmony turned towards Angelus. Her face had been clawed, most likely by Drusilla, and her right eye hung out of its socket and lay limply against her cheek. “Mr. McConroy, help! Please help me!” she whimpered.

A cold smirk drifted on his lips as he played with her blood-soaked hair. “I could help you, Harmony, but you would have to do something for me first,” he taunted.

“Anything, anything.”

“Open your mouth.” A single tear fell from her good eye. She opened her mouth without hesitation. Angelus released his semi-hard cock and shoved it into her mouth. She choked and gagged as his hand knotted in her hair. “She resisted my thrall.”

William pushed off from his relaxed stance against the wall. “Resisted? How the bloody hell did she do that?”

“Gee, William, I have no idea. I’ll be sure to ask her next time,” he growled, shoving his entire length down Harmony’s throat.

“She’s not like the others,” Drusilla whispered. Her eyes were wide and unfocused. She was having a vision.

“What do you see, pet?”

Just as Harmony’s heart stopped beating, Angelus felt his seed spurt into her mouth. He pulled out, using her hair to clean himself off, smiling lightly as his seed and her blood dripped from her mouth.

“She was almost Called.”

“Called?”

“As in…?” Angelus had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“But the Powers…she was unworthy…innocent blood on her hands…now she is just a human.”

Angelus ran a hand through his hair, attempting to process what they had just learned. Buffy was meant to take the Calling. She was to be a Slayer, but she killed someone. The Powers deemed her unworthy and now she will never be a Slayer. But even though she didn’t have the Call, she was still equipped with the typical Slayer attributes. A mental block to resist the thrall. Possibly strength to fight against any demonic creature.

“Darla is going to kill you,” William snickered.

“Darla is too busy fucking Dracula to care what I do!”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Drusilla hunched over, moaning and hugging her stomach. William’s good mood faded quickly as he and Angelus flocked to her side protectively. “What do you see, Dru?”

“Bad man…bad man…bad man…”

“What bad man? What is he doing?” Angelus questioned her as she leaned against William.

“Touching…bad touch…bad touch…wants to keep her…wants to hurt her…!” she moaned.

Angelus growled deeply, startling his childe and grandchilde. “Hank Summers is a dead man. William, at first dark, I need you to do something for me.”

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falloutconfessions · 5 years ago

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Hey you, how are you doing today? Hopefully well!

I just wanted to make sure you were updated on the things I’m interested in doing with this blog, but I need your feedback! Please read more under the cut!

1. I’ve been thinking, per a suggestion from a follower, about doing an ‘April Fools Day’ confession event. This would mean that all the confessions submitted and posted would be blatantly silly, unrealistic, and off the wall and completely in jest. They would be submitted a day or two prior to the event and posted for an extended period through out the day (April 1st, 2020). Meaning, instead of the usual 5 posts per day, they would be staggered to post all day, 12 am to 12 pm. Does that sound entertaining to you? Would you be interested in participating? Please send me an ask and let me know!

2. Once a week on a Thursday (throwback) or Friday (Flashback), one of the posted confessions would be a reblog of a ‘featured’ old confession. This blog has been around since 2011, and we’ve gained a lot of new followers, and still have some very loyal original followers, and I thought that it would be a fun way to bring those old confessions to light, share old stories from previous submissions, and share them with the new people of the blog. You may also include your response to this idea in your ask to me for the above question as well. And thank you!

3. I’ve been in the works for years about a Q/A session and never fully committed to it because I wasn’t sure of the reception of it. I want you to feel like you are a part of this blog and your thoughts, feelings, opinions and such are heard and that you feel like you do have that connection with it and in the mean time get to know the mod behind the confession making. I’ve made this neat poll that you can share your feedback about this idea. THANK YOU!

4. And last but not least, the submission box. It is open and eagerly awaiting your confessions! But I just wanted to point out a few little things regarding it that are relevant but haven’t really been said for a hot minute. As moderator of this blog, I do reserve the right to screen submissions for content and quality. I rarely to never turn away a confession unless it is written with the intent to cause turmoil within the fandom. Everyone is entitled to there own opinion but I try to maintain this as a place of acceptance and shared creativity. As it is stated in the rules: Please be courteous to others. If you see something in a confession that you don’t agree with or like, ignore the post and move on. Don’t pick a fight, especially if the person you reblogged it from agreed with the confession. We’re supposed to be supportive of each other, not tear each other down for differing opinions.

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND CONTENT FOR THIS BLOG! I LOVE YOU (in a completely platonic way!)

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former-mudscamps · 5 years ago

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((Hey so like back in the beginning of February, I went through my posts in chrono-mode and just had a good ol’ time, but I also wrote down my reactions and saved it as a draft because??? reasons. Everything below is the og post!

Live notes from my throwback thursday-but-actually-its-wednesday:

-oh god the old art

-I used to characterize Willow WAaYYY differently holy shit; she started off with actual confidence?? wtf

-and remember when the tone was actually in line with AT

-do appreciate that little me was droppin' hints about Willow's past from day 1

-how old are Willow and the kids?? we just don't know; we've n e v e r known

-younger me thought she was hilarious. she was right.

-apparently Willow had an evil mudscamp twin

-remember when this blog was about mudscamps?

-she keeps saying "heck" instead of "fuck" jhgffghjk

-remember when I had to share a desktop with 8 family members and sneak on to post things in the middle of the night?

-Willow almost drowned once

-Queenie is just...absolute queen in every way, i'd d i e for her

-DEAR FUCKING GOD THE BUFFSCAMP

-Owl Wizard has always been so good... She's so important and I love and miss her more than words express;;

-The transformation scene... OW mun redrew that at some point and it was so lovely!!!!

-Willow for sure got like, d rast i ca ll y more anxious and timid once she was turned into a human. Maybe that actually kinda makes sense narratively? she had reason to be unafraid before people started paying attention. she also felt extremely uncomfortable in a human body at that point

-god i love king "i think im going to cause problems on purpose" frozen

-totally wack that at the start of this blog, Willow was completely illiterate and had 0 first hand experience with any technology more advanced than a windmill

-RAPH.... ABSOLUTE DARLING

-so many of these posts are just comedy go l d out of context

-apparently anons were threatening to sacrifice her to cthulhu for a while?????

-old willow was savage as hell sometimes goddamn

-she deadass, physically threw Sammy and Lily's birth mom away.....we love an icon

-the first comic I ever made for this blog is sweet as hell; i insulted the art in the og tags and just...you're gonna come a long way, kiddo

-Perb steppin the hell up to defend the fam against Eden?? sick as hell!!!!

-Eden has not changed one fucking bit

-Finn ALSO steppin the hell up!!! and the thread where Willow actually gets to meet him is so sweeeeet!!!

-do y'all remember puppy princess?? precious x1000000, absolute angel, im cryin over her

-TEENAGER WILLOW M!A WAS A THING AND SHE CUTE

-Willow actively trying to get someone to curse her is just so fuckin funny to me

-Saharah is here!!!! She is and always has been so pretty too godDAmN

-Raph babysitting the kids....kill me now before i go into cardiac arrest

-anon asks sammy what he wants to be when he grows up...."uh, a mudscamp...?" ICONIC

-willow stood the hell up to magdolin once holy shit??? famous last words but also u go girl

-willow FINALLY starts saying fuck

-fun fact: I didn't come up with Puppet Wizard until WAY later in the blog. She was a pretty late addition, which is funny considering how integral to the story she became

-SHEY

-I ALwaYS FORGET THEY MET CAUSE SHEY TRIED TO ROB WILLOW

-Skeletor is here for some reason??? and I am fucking ELATED

-just....this ask.... "Anonymous asked: My favourite thing to do is to watch best friends punch each other to death over me. I like that. Keeps my swag swag levels up. What's your hobby?"

-this was an awkward time for my art style....art puberty

-people keep leaving willow notes and forgetting that she can't read

-anon: "Sammy, how do you see your mom?" sammy: "With...my eyes??"

-willow has so many kickass moments in these old posts what the fuuuuuuck

-I think the mudscamp-by-day, human-by-night days were my favorite!!

-anons once gifted mudscamp!willow a jacuzzi

-i think this is about the time Willow started getting more timid, and again, it does somehow feel like a natural development. her lack of powers keeps coming up and situations start becoming a lot more dire, and interestingly enough, she starts getting real submissive around people she l i k e s. The fawning kinda behavior is definitely a result of abuse.

-WILLOW GETS A DRAMATIC CLOAK FOR WANDERING THE MOORS AT NIGHT AWWW YEAH

-Willow hasn't known what year it is for at least three years

-OW mun once spammed willow with puns and it was AMAZING

-one time lily dressed up as a ghost for halloween...just a lil sheet over her lil mudscamp self...PRECIOUS

-this post

#((i think i made this months ago and was just too shy to post it but y'know what #fuck it have some of my self-indulgent nostalgic thoughts #out of the mud #mudscamp queue #desperately trying to scrounge up content for y'all jhgdghjk

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choicesficwriterscreations · 5 years ago

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Information & FAQs

Hi there! Thank you for joining us! Here is some information about how this blog works.

CFWC Weekly Events

CFWC Fics and Art of the Week:

We reblog Pixelberry Choices related fanfics and fanart every week and share the creations on our Fics/Art of the Week lists each Sunday.

The event runs from Sunday through Saturday each week, ending at 11:59 PM Eastern Time. The list is published the following day (Sunday).

For more information on this process, please see here.

The CFWC Creation of the Week:

Every Sunday, one creation will be randomly selected from the previous week’s F/AotW listing as the CFWC Creation of the Week.

It will be reblogged three more times during the following week, giving it more chances to be seen and loved.

Rules:

Only fics/art submitted to CFWC are eligible - meaning you must have mentioned @choicesficwriterscreations in your post.

The creator must be following the blog.

Creators can be selected more than once; however, no creator can be featured more than two times within a four week period.

Throwback Creations:

Each Thursday, you can share an old fic or artwork (min. 3 months old) and we will reblog it within 48-hours.

The event takes place every week and the deadline to participate is 11:59 PM Eastern Time on Thursday.

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Share your main or original character’s profiles on our Meet Our MCs & OCs list. Submission is ongoing and the list us updated as new items are received.

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Why do some Choices stories (i.e., OH, TRR) have individual F/AotW lists while others are combined?

Any Choices story that receives ten or more submissions in a week will have it’s own list. A link on the main CFWC F/AotW list will direct to the individual list.

Why don’t you post fics written by (creator name)?

CFWC mods search for creations on the main tags when time allows. No creator will be denied as long as their creations do not violate blog standards.

While we do our best to share as many creations as we can, it is impossible for us to guarantee they will be shared unless we are tagged. We recommend creators tag @choicesficwriterscreations and use the # cfwc fics of the week or #cfwc art of the week to guarantee they will be included.

If a creator has the mods blocked, we will not be able to see their creations and will not be able to share their creations.

While it is our desire to have as many writers represented as possible, we understand some creators may not want to be included. If an explicit request is made, we will refrain from including the creator in the future.

Can I send you my masterlist?

You can send your series masterlist if your submission is part of a series. It will make it easier for readers to catch up on your series. But we don't reblog masterlists at this time. Most creators have their masterlists in their headers, please check out their individual blog.

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We have changed our policy on this and some are accepted. Please see here for more details.

Can we review fics posted here?

No. We want this blog to be neutral and support all fandom writers equally. We do not want to add to the popularity contests that plague the fandom with problems.

I sent my submission, but my fic didn’t make it to the list. Will you tell me why?

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We cannot read every fic published, but if we learn we have posted a work involving these subjects, the reblog will be removed from our directory and the user will be reported to Tumblr support.

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aaeoluss · 5 years ago

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THROWBACK THURSDAY: CHARACTERS OF A COSMIC DIVIDE

✧ SADE BEYER: QUEEN KILLER ✧

Sade Beyer was the daughter of Toal Beyer, Emperor of Saturn. She grew up in a beautiful desert villa, surrounded by luxury and politics. Despite this, something went... amiss. Somewhere along the lines, she convinced herself that she needed to kill the Celestial Queen. And so, along with her co-conspirator Melina, she did.

The Celestial King wanted to give her the death sentence, but he could not as she was a minor. Instead, he locked her power and gave her an infamous Celestial prison watch--the watches were set to a certain date, and once that day came, the owner of the watch would die. While they waited, they served their time in the Celestial Prison all the way on Pluto. Sade’s watch was set to the day she turned twenty-one, the legal age of adulthood.

After a failed prison break, Sade is sent back to the Celestial courtroom. The Celestial Prince and the executioner decide to spare Sade and keep her in the Palace. But her Celestial watch appears indestructible, and the potion they give her to unlock her magical powers has strange effects: her reflection and her shadow begin to speak to her, and they become more and more tangible every day.

Strapped to a ticking time bomb and with an angel and a devil on her shoulder (although she doesn’t know which is which), all the while trying to survive a war, Sade has no idea how this will end.

↪ Project Archive: @acosmicdividewip

↪ @ellfewritings :)

What is Throwback Thursday?

Thanks for asking!

So, I’ve had my writeblr for about two years now, and during those two years, I’ve worked through a handful of WIPs. I’ve diligently posted about five of them, but that leaves two unaccounted for.

I finished my first two books before I even started my writeblr, so I never got the chance to make cool edits and stuff for them! That was a huge bummer, because they were pretty cool, and it’s a bummer that you guys didn’t really get to see them. So, my blog is going to be having a Throwback Thursday event! Every Thursday I’ll take a break from regularly scheduled programming and I’ll post something about my old books (WIP + character intros, u kno). I’m pretty excited, it should be pretty cool! Stay tuned, friends.

#writing #writeblr #ok you may have noticed it is in fact friday #forgot to post this yesterday #i am sure you will all be ok

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the-coconut-asado · 5 years ago

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NUT MILK CITY LIMITS

This should have been my Boston blog. And I will write one, someday soon.

But limited as we are to four walls, dodging pavement cyclists and the kindness of delivery folk, let’s settle for a tale of lockdown invention.

That said, my story does start in Boston - or rather, leaving it. It was the real start of The Weird, around early-mid March, when I still took the tube into work and was looking forward to a visit to the hairdresser (lockdown was announced the day before my appointment in case you were wondering. So there will be no selfies here). We managed to head off to the US the day that Trump banned the rest of Europe from flying and I won’t lie, we felt lucky. I sat next to a Canadian student on the flight who explained, as she coughed, that she had traded her study trip around Europe for a £2,000 ticket-chance of getting home.

We got to our faintly Psycho- throwback hotel that night, where we seemed to be the only guests. And for three days we toured the (mostly shut) sites of Boston with the streets all but empty.

At one stage, as we strolled past a CVS store, two young women emerged, insanely juggling 4x16 pack toilet roll bags. How we laughed. The way those pesky kids laugh as the Scooby-ghoul looms behind them. On the Sunday, any holiday vibe had been replaced with low level anxiety, counting down the hours to our flight leaving the US on time and as planned.

And since we landed back in London, that’s been it. Travel now means taking the car for a weekly local drive to keep the battery ticking over, and let’s not dwell on the cancelled trip to Vietnam. The Supermarket Sweep race as you grab random packs off shelves before the personal space invader twats sneak up behind you is now replaced by the delivery time lotto of Amazon Fresh. Got a formula for that, Dale Winton?

But there have been new things to smile about: neighbourhoods coming together every Thursday evening to Clap for Carers; the bravery of NHS workers and a whole army of people I hope we’ll never take for granted again; friends and family checking in on each other much more than ever usual. And the travel buzz achieved by changing our backgrounds on Zoom. Don’t knock it, the endorphin kick is real.

And dare I say there have been pleasures too: delicious meat, fish and vegetables delivered from local suppliers, and weekends full of invention possibilities. “ Are we all fucking bakers now??” Twitter ranted in week 2 of lockdown as flour and eggs became the New Disappeared. Cashew milk, the one nut milk I enjoy, became similarly scarce for a short while, but I discovered the eye-wateringly expensive delights of Milkadamia until sanity returned.

Faced with the random nature of vegetable boxes, half used packs of speciality flours otherwise doomed to outlive their sell by date and the excitement of what you can achieve with a carton of buttermilk and bicarb of soda - life in the kitchen is nothing short of a blast right now. Just like wartime? We have no rationing and plenty of Chipotle paste so, er, no.

Breaking my veg box virginity has been liberating. There are the highs of high-sheen aubergines and those creamy new potatoes of the season, and the occasional low of celery on three consecutive weeks. But the thrill of anticipation when we open the door to a new box is palpable. And finding specialist suppliers for everything from sumac to burrata has made me realise that up until the pandemic I’d been shopping all wrong and wasting far too much money. With the simple elimination of impulse purchase I have hit my notional monthly food budget for the first time ever.

So here are a bunch of recipes for what I consider my best lockdown experiments. Stock up on your store cupboard essentials and you can use whatever basics are available that week. And by store cupboard essentials I mean: Olive and coconut oils, smoked paprika, cumin, turmeric, chilli flakes, soy sauce, baking powder and bicarbonate of soda (you don’t need yeast for soda bread or flat breads). And whatever flour you can find, you’ll be able to do something with it.

Bolli-cauli biryani with camargue rice

Forget boiling cauliflower ever again. Chop florets, toss them in spice and oil and roast to crispy, caramelised deliciousness every time. Serves 2-3.

Ingredients

1 medium cauliflower, cut into florets, then cut each floret in half to create bite size pieces

The cauliflower leaves, pulled from the fibrous stalks

2 medium red onions, quartered

1-2 large red chillies, split from top to bottom but kept intact

2 tsp. Sumac

2 tsp ground cumin

1 tsp kosher salt

Generous grind of black pepper

1 tsp chilli flakes

3 tbsp. Olive oil

300g camargue red rice (1 small mug)

25g salted butter

Plan yoghurt to serve

How to make:

Heat the oven to 190C.

In a large bowl, toss the cauliflower, cauliflower leaves, chillies and onion (and any other chunky vegetable you hav in the fridge eg.squash, aubergine or courgettes) with the spices and olive oil. Spread out onto a large roasting pan and pop into the oven for 40-45 mins, turning everything half way through. The edges of the vegetables will caramelise and the leaves will crisp up.

Meanwhile, heat the butter in a saucepan until it bubbles then add the rice and toss until you get a toasty aroma. If you used a small cup, then now add a small cup and an extra quarter cup (or if you measured 300g then add 400ml water) and a generous pinch of salt. Bring to the boil, stirring once and then simmer on a medium heat until the water is all but absorbed (about 15-20 mins). At this point, cover with a lid, turn the heat to low and cook for a further 10-15 mins. Turn off the heat and leave covered for a further 10 minutes before fluffing the rice up.

When the bolli-cauli is ready, remove from the oven and serve over a generous scoop of the toasty, chewy buttery camargue rice. Add a dollop of yoghurt on the side and some mango chutney to serve. And treat yourself to some poppadoms for the crunch factor.

Beer and Buttermilk Soda Bread

My favourite bread of the lockdown - and no yeast required. Based on a Paul Hollywood recipe, mine replaces stout with any old beer or lager you may have in the fridge, and a range of ‘bin end flours: Wholemeal, basic brown, spelt and strong white.

Ingredients:

500g wholemeal flour (or a mix of any brown or grain flours you have)

250g strong white flour

280ml buttermilk

300ml bottle of beer or lager

2 tsp salt

2 Tbsp. bicarbonate of soda

How to make:

Mix the flours, bicarbonate of soda and salt in a large bowl.

Make a well in the centre and add the buttermilk and beer.

Mix until everything comes together then knead gently until you have a cohesive ball.

Pop into a 2lb loaf tin and press slightly into the corners.

Leave to rest for 30 mins.

Heat the oven to 210C. Bake the loaf for 10 minutes, then turn the oven down to 180C and bake for a further 25-30 minutes. Cool in the tin for 10 minutes then turn out onto a wire rack. The base should sound hollow when you tap it.

Cool then slice and slather with butter. This bread is also excellent toasted.

Spinach, Ricotta and Feta Pie

The superstar look of this pie as it emerges from the oven belies a super-easy method. If you can’t get hold of ricotta, just use cream cheese. Serves 4.

Ingredients

7 sheets filo pastry

2 garlic cloves, chopped finely

1 medium onion, finely chopped

250g spinach

1 large egg

1 tsp. Grated nutmeg

250g ricotta, mascarpone or cream cheese.

125g feta cheese, crumbled

Handful of fresh oregano leaves, chopped finely.

100ml olive oil.

1 tsp. Nigella seeds

How to make:

Heat the oven to 200C.

Heat 1 tbsp. Olive oil in a frying pan then saute the onion and garlic on a low heat until soft. Add the spinach and cook gently until wilted - about 5 minutes. Turn into a sieve or colander and squeeze out as much liquid as you can. Season with salt and freshly ground black pepper and put to one side.

Beat the egg with the ricotta and nutmeg then season. Crumble in the feta, then add the spinach and onion mixture.

Brush a 22cm loose bottomed cake tin with olive oil and lay a sheet of filo pastry along the bottom and the sides. Brush again with oil, then add a second sheet at an angle to the first. Keep brushing each sheet with oil, then adding the next layers at an angle until you have used six sheets and they are lining the tin in a flower petal formation.

Tip the spinach and cheese mix into the tin then fold each ‘petal’ of filo on top to form a lid to the tart. Brush with more oil then scrunch up the seventh sheet of filo, perch it on top of the pie and brush with the remaining oil. Scatter over the nigella seeds.

Pop into the oven for 25-30 minutes (watch the top so it doesn’t turn from golden to burnt).

Remove from the oven, cool slightly, before releasing the sides of the tin and transferring the pie to a plate to serve.

Carrot cake muffins with mandarin frosting

Not really the season for carrot-eating, but grated three carrots into this cake mix and you have a winner. And the frosting is a great way to use up mandarins. Makes 6 Large muffins.

Ingredients

1.5 cups plain flour

1.5 tsp. Bicarb of soda

¾ cup demarara sugar

½ tsp. salt

½ tsp. Cinnamon

1 cup cashew nut milk

2 eggs, beaten

½ cup sunflower oil

1 tsp. Vanilla Extract

3 carrots, shredded

50g pecan nuts, roughly chopped.

For the frosting:

Juice of 1 mandarin

1.5 cups icing sugar

How to make

Heat the oven to 180C.

In a large mixing bowl, combine the flour, bicarb. Of soda, sugar, cinnamon and salt. Add the eggs, oil, vanilla and cashew nut milk and mix again until a smooth batter. Fold in the carrots and the pecans.

In a muffin tin with 6 cases (or double the recipe and use 12). Fill each paper cup with the muffin batter until ¾ full then pop into the oven and bake for 20-25 minutes, until they are fully risen.

Remove from the oven and cool in the tin before removing each muffin and placing on a cooling rack to cool completely.

When the muffins are cool, mix the mandarin juice with the icing sugar until you have a smooth and sluggish paste. Ice each muffin and serve.

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