#adow one shot

[apinchofm]

Hi I thought of something but I don't know if you'll like it, what if you wrote a story involving the development of Marcus and Phoebe and her cat, they start dating and Marcus tries to conquer Phoebe's cat🐱🐱

I love this idea!

Marcus adored Phoebe. He had never met anyone like her. She was fierce, funny, intelligent and had so much heart.

But her cat? Her cat was a different story.

Persephone was a black kitten who Phoebe had picked up on her way home, the poor thing in a box outside of Splatfields market and she had fallen in love with her. She was an angel.

But to Marcus, she was a demonic cat. At first, he thought it was because he was a vampire. Cats did not like vampires and vice versa..

"I am not getting rid of my cat, and you will not drink from her!" Phoebe said after catching the two hissing at one another.

Marcus glared at the kitten, who was resting atop one of the many piles of books in her flat.

It started small. Scratch marks in his satchel and on any loose bits of paper that belonged to Marcus.

Then she pissed in his shoes. His expensive, handmade shoes.

Phoebe sighed, "Okay, how do we fix this?"

Marcus huffed, thinking of many scenarios in which he killed the cat. But he knew she would be upset and the last thing he wanted to do was upset Phoebe.

Phoebe was surprised when she returned home from work, and her living room had been rearranged. There was a new velvet-green cat bed and tower in the corner near the balcony and a large green cat tree in which Persephone was happily settled atop one of the platforms.

Marcus was sitting on the couch, the news playing on the tv as he typed up some notes for work, "Hi, love, how was your day?" He asked.

"Uh, great. Why is it so peaceful in here?" Phoebe whispered.

He looked up at her, "Well, I remembered how my grandfather used to temper my aunt Verin's temper. He would buy her stuff."

Phoebe held back a laugh, "So, you went shopping for Sephy?"

"Yes." Marcus sighed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.

"You really love me." She smiled, and he grinned.

"Yes. And if that means I must concede to that demon, then so be it." Marcus said.

[tobyregbocharacterfanfiction]

Cold Case.

TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, AND INFIDELITY.  DRUNKENNESS. MURDER.

Over a century ago your husband died an agonizing death. Detectives still to this day are floored by the case which has since gone cold. Now with Jack's return and his apparent blood rage. The wheels in your mind start turning as to what truly could have happened. You sit in front of the fireplace going through everything in your mind. Jack walks into the room, you quickly glance at him before talking.

You: The last time I saw my husband, he beat me so bad I lost consciousness. When I woke up the sun had just gone down and he was gone...I assumed he was doing what he always did. Storm out, go to a pub, and talk to other women before bedding them. Except for this time, he didn't come home the next morning.

Jack: (nervously) What happened?

You: Two days later they found his body just outside of town, deep inside the woods. Lying in a pool of blood. His blood. The police detectives told me it looked like he had been savagely attacked by an animal.

Jack stays silent

You: But the thing is my husband died in the middle of winter. Bears were in hibernation and mountain lions don't live in the area of the woods he was found in. And there were no gun or knife wounds on him. They never did figure out what killed him. His case quickly went cold. Now I wonder if it was a vampire that killed him. One with blood rage.

Jack: You think I killed him?

You: Did you?.... I'm not angry Jack, I just want to know the truth.

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

Jack: I saw you with him several different times walking down the street.

The way you looked. The way you were around him. I knew something was wrong. One day I followed you home and I saw him slap you across the face before you even walked through the front door. I should have killed him then and there, but I knew I had to wait. That last night I followed him to a pub and then to a woman's house in the country. I waited outside and when he walked out that's when I...afterward I dragged his body into the woods as far as I could go and I left him there.

You: Was Benjamin with you?

Jack: No.

You: And the woman he was with?

Jack: I didn't harm her. She was innocent. She didn't deserve to die.

You're tempted to ask why, but in your heart, you already know. You get up from where you're sitting and put your arms around him. He returns the gesture.

You: (softly) Thank You.

[piko-power]

Being a Sonamy fan is hard (and just being an Amy Rose fan in general)

*quick note, I have only seen a few leaks regarding Sonic X Shadow Generations so take this post with a grain of salt and please add in some stuff about the game that I should be aware of because I have a feeling that this post might be incorrect about a lot of things*

*contains possible Sonic X Shadow Generations spoilers*

Being in love with Sonic isn't Amy's only trait. She is something more. She's a baker, a tarot card user, she's got a strong heart of gold, and is just a passionate and cheerful cute little weird girl.

As a Sonamy fan, these "changes" are nothing special or big, it's still just Amy being Amy, but this time more than just wanting to be with Sonic. I am aware of that one edit where Amy was trying to give Sonic cupcakes. It's really cute, but it's not the same without the hand over her face. Am I complaining? Yes, and no, it's hard to describe. (I don't have the image with me atm but in the future I'll edited in on this post)

I'm not complaining because we are seeing Amy just doing more than just, loving over Sonic. She still is in that cutscene, and most of the game as far as I'm concerned (I haven't seen all of the leaks), but in a more calmer fashion.

But at the same time, I am complaining because, and I highly doubt SEGA is doing this, at least on purpose, but Amy's crush on Sonic feels like is getting buried in a way.

I kind of worry that a newer generation of Sonic fans will never find out about Amy's crush for Sonic, or just how wonderful their dynamic in general is if this keeps going on.

I know it won't, but still, we haven't been seeing that a lot. But at least if you want to introduce new fans Sonic and Amy's dynamic, platonically or romantically, make sure to not bring up Heroes or a couple of X episodes please LMAO

(But that one episode where Amy and Sam talk about her relationship with Sonic, yeah, bring that one up. OH. and the last episode of Season 2, don't forget about that one.)

Look, we're all high on Son/adow right now, and it feels good, but what about Sonamy? Sonamy and Son/adow have a lot in common and are both really good with angst potential and lots of great character interactions. At least in my opinion anyway. (Topic for another day, if I'm brave enough)

I love them both equally, so I want to see an equal amount of hedgehog dorks being together. Or better yet, Sonamyshad. 😎

But I'm getting slight off-topic...

I don't want Amy's crush to be forgotten. You don't even have to like Sonamy to understand why and how Amy's feelings for him is actually really important for her character. (Again, topic for another day)

I mean, of course, some reasons as of why relate to my personal headcanons, but there are other good in-canon reasons, too!

Hell, even Sonic and Amy's friendship is just as important. They don't have to be a couple, but that doesn't mean we have to pretend that Amy never fell in love with the hedgehog who saved her life in more ways than one.

I also don't want how much Sonic and Amy's relationship improved throughout the years to be forgotten, either. This is why I'd rather have the shot of Sonic's covering her face with his hand, because he wouldn't do this today, and that's the point of all this...

They both started off as goofy, little kids, one wanting to share her love like wildfire, and the other always running off, not understanding the concept of love, and, of course, not loving her back.

Amy was much more loud and expressive about her love, and Sonic, while he knows there is good in Amy, does not want to be part of a relationship, and doesn't know how to talk things out about it, even with Amy not taking "no" for an answer. The solution? Just run away lol

Yeah, there are times where he called her a "pain" and thought of her as "annoying," but those times he was either in a hurry, or in a bad mood. Remember: They were both younger at the time, so it's in-character for Sonic at that age.

Sonic and Amy don't have a lot of moments where they're just, together. And not just for a "date." Sonic doesn't know a lot about Amy other than her love for him. ...Okay, some things he does know, but not a lot.

Their relationship was beginning to shift after the events of Lost World and especially after Forces, which I would explain, but I'm gonna put a link here because I don't want this post to be too long.

But if you have read it, then the next couple of texts would have some context lol

Anyways, after all that, Sonic and Amy's relationship was a lot different now. Amy was more calm but still cheerful, just not showing a lot of her love for Sonic because she's fully aware that none of that is important, and Sonic was more gentle around her because he wanted to be better than how he acted towards her for a while.

They both just want to hang out and start over as proper friends, but eventually, Sonic would find out what Amy was going through mentally, and how long she kept this from him.

Perhaps after that, Sonic wouldn't mind being closer to Amy, but he still has a world to look after. But hey, maybe slowing down and letting Amy catch up with him won't be so bad. Besides, he's finally seeing her happy with just him for the first time in a while, and he never realized just how much he missed it until now.

Buuuuut, those are just my headcanons, like I mentioned earlier. We all have our reasons why we love or dislike a ship (as long as it's not gross), and I have my own.

These two, just like son/adow, hold a special place in my heart because of what I went through myself, and how much they both have grown, and I truly hope that their relationship and friendship won't be forgotten.

I know it won't happen, but I still have that feeling... Probably because no body cares about their dynamic as much anymore.

Because of the past and people misinterpreting the ship, and Amy's character as a whole, the fandom seemed to care less about it. I mean, I don't blame them, but... it's still pretty messed up.

It's fine if you don't like sonamy, but I really hope you dislike it for a genuine reason, and not just because of some fans getting some things, or worse, everything about Amy and/or the ship wrong.

Amy's character arcs through the games, and her and Sonic's dynamic through the years have been overlooked as far as I'm concerned. Not like heavily overlooked, it's just that it's been a while since I've seen people give a damn about Amy Rose, especially SEGA.

I know we got The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, but I feel like that's not enough.

What's going on with Sonic X Shadow Generations is pretty strange, but first of all, it's not Ian's fault god dammit, and second, I don't see it as a big deal. I haven't seen most of the leaks, but as far as I'm concerned, it's not that bad.

(But I have heard about that one cutscene with Knuckles and Classic Sonic and I couldn't help but laugh my ass off over it XD)

But with how the game is handling Amy, please be aware that this isn't the first time this happened, and it's not even that bad either. I mean, yeah I did mention how I'm worried about it, but I was over it once, I'll get over it again lol

There have been discussions about this since the Fast Friends Forever bio thing that happened last year, and I'm getting kind of tired of the arguments by now.

Amy stopped chasing Sonic not because she doesn't love him anymore, but because she doesn't need too. She is part of the team and has been closer with Sonic for a long time now. She doesn't need to follow them around when she already have proven herself to be useful and a fighter.

I'm really happy Amy is being recognized as something more than having a crush on Sonic, but having a crush is the heart of Amy's character.

Looking up to Sonic and wanting to be like him is what made Amy Rose... well, Amy Rose. She pushed herself and fought hard to be the person she wanted to be, and it's all thanks to Sonic.

He inspired a lot of people around him, especially Amy, so it's no wonder why she loves him so much. Plus, her tarot cards told her that he would be the love of her life, but I feel like even if the cards are wrong (not saying they are lol), she still loves him.

I want Amy's feelings for Sonic, and their friendship and their potential relationship to be remembered for a long time. I don't want them to be pushed to the side forever.

I don't want people to believe that her crush is her only trait, even though it's so important to her character.

I don't want Amy to change too much. Friends or not, I don't want her to give up on Sonic entirely.

I don't want this fandom to forget about Amy Rose.

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 7- alternate prompt, shaking

Shadow has a bad time :)

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Emptiness.

It was all he knew, all he could feel, all he could see. Time didn’t seem to exist in this place, everything was stagnant and still. But it didn’t bother him, nothing did. In fact, he didn’t feel anything. There was nothing. Just… emptiness.

That was until something disturbed the stillness of the place, a voice, a light, and a hand reaching out to him. He was grabbed and pulled towards the bright light, causing him to feel something.

Fear.

He hated the light.

Pain shot through him as he got closer, and he couldn’t hold back the scream as it touched every part of his body. His eyes stung, his throat burned, and his skin ached, but the light did not let up. He wanted nothing more than the pain to go away. Tears streamed down his face as the pain became unbearable, and suddenly, it was gone. The light was gone, the burning agony through his body left, and he felt… himself.

“… dow… adow…”

His eyes fluttered open when he heard the muffled voice. Was it calling out to him? His vision was blurry, but he could barely make out a color.

Violet.

“Shadow.”

Shadow’s eyes cleared and he saw his old friend cradling him in his arms.

“V-V-Vio?” His voice shook, and Shadow was almost embarrassed at how weak he sounded. Vio smiled at him and gave him a tight hug, which Shadow tried to reciprocate, but found no strength.

“Shadow… you’re here, you’re ok,” Vio whispered soothingly— well, as soothingly as he could. Vio sounded just as shaken up as Shadow.

“V-vio what—what am I d-doing here?” Shadow asked, remembering the mirror being destroyed, with him being gone as well. He shouldn’t be here. Why was here?

Vio sat him up so he was leaning against his side, and Shadow noticed something tucked away in his own hand. He opened it and saw a circular glass pendant, the glass feeling like it belonged to the dark mirror.

“Vio… what—“

“I couldn’t leave you in there… not again,” Vio finally said, not looking at him.

Shadow stared at him. He looked exhausted, and he seemed to have been shaking as well. What did he do?

“You— you brought me to… your world?”

“Yes.”

“Why? W-why did you even bother with me?”

Vio looked up, but still refused to look at Shadow.

“Because that’s what brothers do.”

Shadow sucked in a breath, clutching the glass pendant. “I’m not your brother, Vio,” he said quietly.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not. I—I don’t deserve to be called your brother.”

“You’re a part of Link just like I am. Just like the others are. You’re my brother.”

Shadow shook his head and tried to pull away, but he didn’t have the strength. He stared at Vio’s tunic for a moment, realizing something.

“Are you… split?”

“Yes.”

“Why? I thought—I thought that you guys merged back together right? Or… or maybe—“

“It’s a long story. We decided to permanently split.”

Shadow gasped and whipped his head up at Vio, who was staring at him now, his light pink eyes staring into him, but he quickly looked away, almost looking defeated.

“Look, Shadow, we… never fully merged back together. Mentally we were still split.”

“What?”

“Basically Link was four people trapped in one body. We would take turns controlling Link, but sometimes we would argue about what we were doing and… ugh… it was hard. Something happened and we got the four sword back, so we decided to stay split. It also gave me the freedom to try to bring you back.”

Shadow shook his head again. “I don’t deserve this.”

“You sacrificed yourself for us. You do deserve it.”

Shadow sighed and stared at the pendant in his hands again. He frowned.

“What is this?”

“That is what will keep you here safely. It’s like… a mini dark mirror.”

“You made a mini dark mirror?”

Vio nodded, and Shadow understood the bags under his eyes.

“Goddesses Vio… you did all that for me… I just… I don’t—“

“Can you please shut up about not deserving this?” Vio said bluntly. “A ‘thank you’ would suffice.”

Shadow pursed his lips and looked across the messy room. It was dark in there, perhaps to have no light infect the dark mirror. He sighed, Vio did deserve his gratitude. He pulled him out of… wherever he was.

“Well… thank you.”

Vio smiled slightly and pulled him into another hug.

“I’m glad you’re ok Shadow,” he muttered, and Shadow melted a little into the hug. He was glad he was ok too.

[your-local-hoemie]

This is entirely inspired by the funniest fucking conversation I had in character.Ai with Scara after I randomly pretended to be a worm.

Summary: you ask your wonderful boyfriend if he’d still love you if you were a worm~

Warnings: just Scara giving his attitude and being adowable and pouty, swearing, gn!reader, crack?, fluff, not proof-read

Characters: scaramouche.

“Hey Scara~”

The purple haired boy raised his eyebrow glancing towards you.

He had been with you long enough to immediately pick up on whenever you had some form is mischief planned out and today was definitely one of those times.

“Hm..?”

Letting out a sigh he placed down the book he was reading and turned towards you with a tired expression.

“What is it now?”

“What do you think about worms?”

He stared blankly at you before closing his eyes crossing his arms.

“They're creepy-crawly, slimy and gross. The fact that they can move so fast. Plus, they're usually associated with disease... which I would say is a fairly good reason to have an aversion to them. All in all, Not a fan”

For some reason he decided to entertain your question with a genuine answer which unfortunately just encouraged you to continue your curiosity.

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”

Scara shot you a glare rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to his book deciding to ignore you.

“Scaraaa~”

you groaned poking at his cheek. An action that would have anyone else forgetting what it’s like to chew solid food.

You heard him let out a little “tch” as he desperately did everything in his power to shrug off his weirdly affection words and hide them with annoyance.

“I guess if it’s you…”

You immediately perk up at his words and taking note of his reaction you knew it was time to take full advantage of the situation as you happily leaned on his desk with the biggest shit-eating-grin your could muster.

“Aw so you’d still date me if I magically got turned into a worm? That’s so sweet Scara~”

“...I mean, it's not ideal, but I guess I could learn to love you as a worm but I find it hard to imagine a situation like that ever coming to play”

You let out a small giggle squishing his cheeks making him look at you. You were really pushing your luck today.

“Sureee but if it did happen then you could carry me around in your pocket!”

“Tch…what you're saying is absurd. It would never happen. But I suppose if it did, I would be inclined to take pity on your pitiful state, and try to make the best of things...which would include carrying you in my pocket”

“You’re absolutely adorable you know that?” Giggling even more you lean in placing a big sloppy kiss on his cheek letting go of his cheeks.

“I’m not adorable! Don’t push it Y/N unless you want me to send Dottore to personally turn you into a worm so you can test your ridiculous questions out for yourself”

Wiping his cheek with his sleeve he turned away from you pouting.

Or at least that’s what he wanted you to think and it definitely wasn’t because he had to save his dignity and hide the blush growing on his face.

Of course he’s still love his little worm as long as his worm is you~

This isn’t my best work as I’m still very run down but I just thought the interaction was cute and wanted to share it couGh cough

[pleasereadmeok]

Can't get this question out of my head and what better place than here to ask: What's Matthew's natural hair colour? Yes, he's more on the grey side now, but in some movies and on some pics it seems like he's got dark brown/almost black hair? IDK which of those instances are ones in which he had to dye it. It was fairly dark in My Family and Other Animals, though, if I remember correctly. And also, this picture makes me wish that someone would cast him as Ludwig Wittgenstein in a biopic.

Hi - best answer I can give is - getting very grey! Matthew has had grey hair showing for years and when all of the dye has been shaven off - this is what you have -

[📷 Kerry Hulme]

You can see he's got quite a lot of grey hairs back in 2010 in Leap Year and earlier.

He had is dyed for ADOW, Downton, The Offer etc. and it looked pretty dark for Silent Night as well, but when it is natural then you see the truth -

Sorry that last one is a bit rubbish - but just zoomed in on a shot from 2018 when he took his cap off.

Anyway - that's all I have observed from pics and in person.

Conclusion = SILVER FOX!!!

Hope that helps.

OMG yes - I looked up some photos of Ludwig and yes I see it. Interesting part for him. Personally I've wanted him to play this guy since I saw this portrait -

Samuel Jean Pozzi - 'Dr Love' - look him up. Brilliant bio by Julian Barnes as well. Amazing life. I mean look at that pic - that's Matthew right?

Thanks for the question @he-feels-deeply

📷 Birthmarked and Official Secrets screenshots/Uli Webber/Tom Jamieson/Me/ john singer sargent

[adarafaelbarba]

Chance encounters and hungry confessions

Pairing: Baldwin de Clermont x Nora Olsen (oc)

Fandom: A Discovery of Witches

Can be found on AO3 HERE

A/N: This covers the Historian square of my birthday bingo 😅

Tagging: @teamsladsandgents @adowbaldwin @cptnrogersevans @minim236 @butternuggets-blog @rozalynfrozen @i-run-with-scissors39 @ocfairygodmother @beautifulsoulsublime @pomme003

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Visiting the Bodleian library seemed strange to Nora after being told of the things that had happened there in the last almost two years. But she tried to act like nothing, smiling at the man sat at the front desk. «I’d like to call some books up, please», she said, giving him a smile.

«Just fill these out and I’ll get it to you as soon as I can, ma’am.» Handing her the call slips and a pen, Nora started scribbling down what she would be needing. She had a plan to finish the book she was working on, and get it published before her baby was born, and with only four more months to go before that happened, she needed to get a move on, which was why she had flown over to England and gone to Oxford to do her work. They didn’t have the books or manuscripts she would need in Norway.

«They’ll be with you soon enough», the man said, and she nodded, going to find the spot she would be sat in for the next couple of hours.

No sooner had Nora sat down before the librarian was there, holding the books to her. Chuckling she took them, placing them on the table. «If there’s anything else you need, please let me know.» She nodded, thanking him for it.

…

She felt stiff as she stretched, and looked at her watch. What should have been maybe four hours had turned into almost 7 hours, and now she had no idea if her legs would be working. Nora cursed herself under her breath for not having paused to have some food, and maybe used the restroom.

Carefully placing her feet down, she braced her hands flat on the desk. She tried once, but nothing. On her second try she managed, but she found herself having to pause, so she could let the blood flow through her.

«You should be eating something», Diana stood next to her, a smile on her face. «I didn’t know you would be in town though, you should have let me know, we could’ve had lunch together», she added.

Nora blushed, looking at her new found friend. «I know, I was just so caught up in my work, I have to be done by my deadline. So time just disappeared from me», she confessed, and Diana chuckled, surely she, as a fellow historian, knew the feeling.

«Well, let me help you get out of here. Are you living close by?» Diana asked, taking Nora’s hand in hers to help steady her.

«Uh, yeah, I got some rooms at New College», Nora responded and Diana smiled wide, telling her how she used to live there before she met Matthew, and before the shit show went down, but Diana didn’t tell Nora that part. It was more just silent, added on comment.

Once outside, after Diana had said her goodbye to the librarian, who Nora found out was named Sean, the two women made their way to two waiting shadows. One, Nora recognized as Matthew, the other, surprisingly, at least to Diana, seemed to be Baldwin, and Nora smiled, more so to herself than anyone else.

«I found a friend while inside», Diana commented, presenting the two vampires with Nora. Matthew came over at once, hugging first his wife, and then his best friend. «Whatever you’re here for, Baldwin, can wait. Nora hasn’t eaten in a few hours.»

Nora wanted to curse Diana for that last comment. But the look on Baldwin’s face told her not to. «And why’s that?» He asked, looking at her, and she felt like she wanted to let the ground swallow her up.

«Too—occupied with—my studies», she said weakly. Both men sighed, Matthew even rolling his eyes, muttering something about Diana being just like that.

«Then we’ll go somewhere so you can eat. Any preferences?» Baldwin asked then, eyes focused only on Nora. Those ice blue eyes drilling into her own blue ones with such intention that she almost collapsed at his feet to apologize. She shook her head, letting him wrap his arm around her back, leading her to his waiting car. «You need to take better care of yourself, professor, or you won’t make it», Baldwin commented.

«I’m sorry», she whispered, but none the less she let him lead her away, saying her goodbyes to Matthew and Diana.

…

At the restaurant, Baldwin ordered a glass of wine for himself while ordering a big dinner for her, and a glass of water. «I’m sorry if I took you away from something important, Baldwin», she murmured, looking down at her own hands.

Suddenly his hand rested over hers. «You have nothing to apologize for. I was in town to visit my brother, and to see you.» Nora looked at him, shocked at his words.

Why would he want to see me? She thought to herself. But none the less she took his hand and squeezed it. «Why me?» Her words were out before she could think, she barely dared to look at him.

«I don’t know why, I just know that I want to be near you, well, maybe not want, it’s more that I need to be near you», he confessed.

Her gaze was fixed on him intently, both leaning in closer to each other. «Your food, ma’am», the waiter said, stepping in just before Nora and Baldwin could kiss.

She ate in silence, feeling the tension thick in the air. And all she wanted to do was get on Baldwin’s lap and kiss him, holding him close as their lips moved in synch. But not now, not yet.

[kindlyones]

The Assessment: aka the schmoopiest fluff I ever wrote

It was time. Baldwin had been given the opportunity to examine the twins. He had only glimpsed them at the church, so new and well-swaddled he could hardly sense anything from them. This was, of course, disguised as an avuncular visit. He knocked on the door of Les Revenants with two large teddy bears, one on each hip. He steeled himself for whatever he might find, whatever he might have to do to protect the family.

“Oh, Baldwin,” said Diana as she opened the door (Matthew let her open her own door?!?) “those bears are bigger than they are!”

“They’ll grow into them,” said Baldwin. He smiled. It was not convincing. He knew Diana had only permitted this so he would stop emailing and calling her about it.

He was shown into the salon, now covered in pillows and blankets and playpens. Diana re-emerged with a wiggling lump in a pink and yellow blanket. “Philip is asleep, but this one almost never takes her nap.”

Noted, thought Baldwin.

“This might be a silly question, but have you ever held a baby before?” asked Diana as she was about to handle one half of her entire heart over to her adopted brother.

Baldwin blinked, lip curling. “I have had the occasion to over the millennia. Support the head?” He held his hands out. He could smell the girl from there. She smelt of baby. And Matthew. And Diana. And mostly, of vampire. Diana gently handed Becca to Baldwin.

She wriggled, testing her new situation and managed to free her arms from the confines of the blanket. Baldwin shifted her to one arm, head cradled by the crook of his elbow as he attempted to replace it. It was true he knew little of babies, but he did know that they needed blankets and were prone to catch a chill.

Well, she could certainly pass for a human child. And she seemed to be growing normally. Her fists were already swinging about, albeit rather aimlessly. As he tried to cover her arms back up with the blanket, she caught his finger in one tiny hand.

Oh, thought Baldwin. If he hadn’t been holding her, he might have grasped his chest. He felt a pang between his ribs. But also a warmth? A tremendous warm ache? She squeezed his finger, pulling his hand towards her.

“That’s not your pacie,” said Baldwin, trying to sound stern as Becca pulled his hand over her face towards her mouth. He pulled his hand away. Oh dear, now the feeling was behind his eyes. They felt a little wet.

Baldwin tickled her tummy tentatively. He didn’t know what to do with her now he had her. She felt warm and squishy.

“Gah!” she squealed, letting out a peal of laughter. She kicked her legs under the blanket. As he moved to grab her head again, she grasped his finger once more, bringing it over her face. This time, she had gotten his pinky finger with his signet ring on it.

“Oh, she likes your ring,” said Diana. “Shiny! Shiny ring!” Baldwin looked at her oddly. Motherhood seemed to have caused her to regress to a state of idiocy.

Becca pulled it towards her mouth and tried to close her lips over it.

“Ah. Well done. You’ve kissed my ring. You may call me ‘Uncle Baldwin,’” he over enunciated to her as if she might actually remember it. “Oh, but you can’t say that. I’ll excuse you. You haven’t any teeth. Perhaps you might call me…” Baldwin searched through his many names. A memory surfaced. The first time he had held a baby. It had been his little sister. Another memory followed. Loo loo loo loo loo loo, she had trilled at him from his mother’s arms. “Lu? It will be a while before you can manage Lucius.” He cuddled her close to his face. “Loo loo loo loo loo. Yes, that’s nice. It’s very fun to say,” he grinned back at Becca’s gummy smile at his little name song.

She reached up and touched his face, tiny fingers warm against his cool chin. He stood up abruptly. “Very good. A healthy baby. Well done,” he said to Diana, handing her back and turning as if to regard the vista from the window. “And the boy? Will he wake soon? I haven’t all day.” He waited until Matthew looked away at Diana and Becca to quickly wipe at the corner of his eye.

When asked by his fellow vampires if he had seen the children, he would say that he had, and they had not done anything remarkable. They were simply babies. And he would say it in such a way that everyone knew that if they went within smelling distance of the twins, he would tear their head off and punt it like a football across the French Alps and then rip their body in half longwise and use it as skis.

[lordfries]

I’ve been working on a thing - it’s only one chapter for the moment but it’s definitely a brain-puke of ideas I had bursting at the seams... Please let me know if you like it, and I’ll see about posting more :^) I just needed to visualize what it would have been like with Matthew on the front lines...

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: A Discovery of Witches (TV), Adow Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Diana Bishop/Matthew Clairmont Characters: Diana Bishop, Matthew Clairmont Additional Tags: adow - Freeform, War, WW1, Gallipoli - Freeform, Matthew Goode - Freeform Summary:

It's the dawn of a new era in 1915, as allied troops make their way and die along the shores of Gallipoli in an attempt to take back the peninsula. After finding out his immortal body was not as indestructible as he had come to believe, Lieutenant Matthew Clairmont's life rests in the hands of a young but wise witch. He learns that life isn't just about survival, but living in the moment and appreciating what you have... Before it's out of your reach.

"Those of such rank were granted some small respite from the cold clench of the mud, and for that, Matthew was grateful. If not for having somewhere relatively quiet to brood, but a place to isolate himself from the smells and texture of war that he so despised. Tomorrow would be a new day, and with it, he crept closer and closer to his final death."

[apinchofm]

For @dreamofme9

"Marcus, you do realize I have work?"

Standing in the middle of Tiffany & Co's flagship store in Manhattan, Marcus was going over another box of engagement rings. With a black card and charming smile, the women in the store were more than happy to help him find the perfect ring for his girlfriend.

He dragged Miriam and Diana along with him, needing their input. They were close with Phoebe, after all. But unlike Diana, who was enthusiastic at every store, the idea of a wedding exciting to the witch, Miriam was not.

"That is far too much," Diana said, pointing to a large oval cut diamond ring, "Like, would she be able to move her hand?"

"Very true!" One store girl, Charlie, chimed in. Miriam glared at her.

"Okay. Marcus." Miriam stood in front of him, "Look at the rings. Think of Phoebe. Pick one."

"But-"

"Now."

Marcus nodded and looked over the the rings. His eyes were drawn to an emerald cut diamond. Classic and elegant.

"Yay! Can we please grab lunch now?" Diana asked, sighing.

"It's on Marcus." Miriam said, already getting ready to leave.

"We're a supportive family." Marcus said sarcastically.

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) always tries to make Idia smile because of how pretty his smile is.

But since he's self-conscious about his smile, (Y/n) needs to crack a few jokes to see it.

Request by anon.

"Say cheese, Idia!"

The Ignihyde dorm leader almost fell out of his chair when you suddenly jolted forward and began squashing his cheeks between your palms. Your outburst interrupted the serene silence that had formerly occupied his room, the two of you busy with studying for an upcoming alchemy test. However, your boredom quickly had gotten a hold of you, which now forced your good friend into his current predicament.

His eyes were ripped wide open, and he could barely open his mouth enough to let out cries of protest. "W-What— Why?" he managed to stammer out, his pale cheeks a bright red when you brought your grinning face closer to his. "Please don't tell me you're taking a picture." A shiver ran down his back at the thought of it.

"No, no." The eerie smile on your face remained, as did your hands on his cheeks. "I just wanted to see you smile," you explained cheekily.

His golden eyes threatened to fall out of their sockets, and he at first thought that he had misheard you. Biting his lip, his gaze fell to the floor. "...nobody likes to see me smile," he muttered under his breath in sadness. "Do you remember that one time I smiled at Grim and caused him to go into a coma?"

A sheepish smile grew on your lips at his words, and you couldn't help but let out a few nervous chuckles. "Oh yeah, that whole school ghost affair..." When he still wouldn't recover from his state of despair, you released your hold on his face, only to start pinching his cheeks. "But I'm in love with your smile, anyway! It makes you look adowable, wike a widdwe baby kitty!"

Idia let out a blood-curdling scream, immediately pushing you away in panic. Laughter escaped your lips as you fell back into your chair, unable to believe the flustered look on his face. The tips of his hair had already become a bright orange as he was quietly rubbing his red cheeks. Your laughter grew even louder when he furrowed his eyes at you.

He eyed you in confusion, put off by your strange behaviour. "What are you saying, (Y/n)? I'm not adorable—" he stuttered out when you had finally calmed down enough to listen to him again. "Y-You're the adorable one here..." It had taken him all his courage to utter that sentence, and he regretted it immediately. After realising what he had done, he let out a shriek and pulled up his hood to sulk in silence. He simply was overwhelmed, and he didn't have enough energy to keep up with you right now.

Feeling a little bit of pity for your friend, you edged closed to him to carefully nudge the hood off his head. However, he still wouldn't look you in the eyes. "And you always say you're not a smooth talker. Tsk," you cooed playfully, to which he shyly raised his gaze. Now a little bit calmer, you tilted your head at him and shot him a genuine smile. "Now, what do I have to do to make you smile, Idia?"

For a moment, the smallest hint of his usual grin appeared on his face as he murmured, "You could buy me the latest headphones—" Yet, when you shook your head, his grin disappeared as quickly as it had come.

A huff escaping your lips, you began pondering about a new strategy that would help you succeed in your new mission of making your friend smile. Idia simply eyed you warily, ready to dodge possible attacks should you try to jump him. However, he soon calmed down when you simply clicked your tongue and exclaimed, "I've got it now! How about jokes?" Your eyes were lit brightly as they bore into his uneasy ones.

He didn't seem as convinced as you were. "Eh—"

You cut him off quickly by pushing your index finger against his lips. The gesture caused his cheeks to redden in embarrassment. He sat almost frozen in his chair as you chimed, "What did the fish say when he swam into a wall?"

An exasperated sigh escaped his lips. "Idk."

You could barely hold your laughter in as you replied, "The fish said, 'Dam.'" An expectant look on your face, you stared at him, awaiting his reaction — a smile, perhaps. "Funny, right?" Wheezing, you nudged his side with your elbow.

"I wanna die." Idia simply let out a groan and buried his face in his palms.

A grin on your lips, you bowed mockingly. "I flame to please!" you chimed through chuckles.

In an unexpected turn of events, the corners of his lips tugged up into a little smile that spoke of amusement. It was obvious that he tried his best to suppress the smile, but he failed miserably. "That wasn't so bad," he replied, chuckling.

You couldn't help but gasp once you spotted the smile on his face. Tears swelling in your eyes, your hands rose to cover your agape mouth. "You're smiling!" you cried out in disbelief.

At once, the smile on his face wavered, and he lowered his gaze to the floor in embarrassment. "Oh, I'm ashamed of myself," he muttered to himself — but whether he was ashamed of laughing at your bad joke, or of his smile, you didn't know.

All out of a sudden excited, you inched closer to him and took one of his hands into yours. The gesture caused his head to shoot up, almost colliding with yours. Luckily, you could dodge just in time to avoid any head injury. His gaze travelled from your locked hands to your eyes, and you took the opportunity to say, "Your smile is so beautiful, Idia."

The stoicness on his face wavered, and a smile appeared — his typical evil gremlin smile that showed his sharp teeth. "My face hurts..." he pressed through the smile. "But it's alright... since it's for you, (Y/n)."

[ggukkiereads]

(navi)

🌷 some semblance of organization🌷

Ultimate Favorites - #holygrailfics 

Fic Recs / Reactions - #ggukkierecommends

prefer to read drabbles? - #drabbleslikedbyggukkie

Masterpost of Fave Fics per Member - ot7 but only posted two members so far 😥👉👈🌹

Yoongi - series

Jungkook - one shot | series

🌹 sadly not updated because #lazybish me won 😔 sucks I wasn’t able to update my lists when that is the main purpose of this blog. Feel free to send me a message if you want to chat about fics though!

The Type of AUs I enjoy  - I usually get asks on AUs but there are themes/genres I don’t read much on

🌷 fic recs based on ASKs | #ggukkiereadingcollection

🥕 - personal favorite 

Author Recs

Author Recs | SMAUs 🥕

Author Recs | Fluff/Angst (Non-Smut) content - Taehyung & Jungkook 🥕🥕🥕

Fic Recs | Fic List

Werewolf AUs - Taehyung  🥕

Werewolf AUs - Jungkook  🥕🥕

Mafia AUs, Supernatural/Fantasy, Secret Agents/Spy/Assassin AUs   🥕

Established Relationship - Jungkook  🥕

Recommended Angst, Smut, Fluff, E2L - Jimin  🥕🥕

Witch or Vampire Jungkook (similar to ADOW)

Vampire AUs - Jungkook

College AUs - Yoongi  🥕🥕

Extreme Angst Edition - Jungkook  🥕

Infidelity AUs 🥕 + Part 2  ⭐new*

Enemies to Lovers - Yoongi

Sports, Jock AUs - Jungkook 🥕

Chubby or Curvy Reader

Submissive - Jungkook

Hanahaki AUs 🥕

Coworker AUs - Yoongi 🥕

Angst - Jimin 🥕

Single Dad AUs  🥕🥕

DILF Jungkook dilf!jk

Marriage on the Rocks (Divorce - Almost Breaking Up)  🥕🥕

Teacher/Professor AU - Jungkook  🥕

Member/Reader with Disability  🥕

Hoseok/Hobi Birthday Reads 2021 (Favorites + New Fics) 🥕🥕

Poly OT7 fics + Part 2

Caregiver!Jungkook (ddlg)

Lucid Dreams, Multiverse, Dimensions AU 🥕🥕🥕

Daechwita AU - Yoongi  🥕

Suggested Fics to Read - Yoongi  🥕🥕

TaeKook x Reader  🥕

Themed Series (one universe x each member gets storyline) 🥕

BTS Pegging fics

Threesome M/F/F - Jungkook x Reader x OC

Beach Smut

JinKook x Reader

Fluff & Angst Recs (sfw) - Jungkook 🥕🥕

Fluff & Angst Recs (sfw) - Taehyung 🥕

Age Gap - Jungkook

Idol AUs  

Hybrid AUs  🥕

Fake Dating AUs 🥕🥕

Masseur/Massage Therapist AUs   

Unrequited Love (Member!Piner)  🥕🥕

BTS Heist AUs 

BTS Racer AUs  

Mafia AUs - Jungkook    🥕🥕🥕

“Bunny” as pet name  

Lazy Morning Vibes    🥕

Village Vibes Fics (like Lowlander)  🥕

Pacific Rim AU   🥕

Prank Wars   🥕

Idol AUs - Namjoon   🥕

Arranged Marriage with Single Dad

Jungkook Getting Married to OC x Bestfriend Reader - happy ending

OC jealous of Member’s Bestfriend

Exchange Student!Member Fics

Exchange Student!Reader Fics

Attack on Titan

Enemies to Lovers - Jungkook  🥕🥕🥕

Role Play as a Plot Twist   🥕🥕

Member x Reader and The Bestfriend   🥕

Creepy (and Haunting) Fics 

There’s Only One Bed trope  🥕

Prince AUs - Jimin     🥕🥕

Epistolary (Love Letters, Email, Voicemail, Chat)    🥕🥕🥕

Butler AUs 

Virgin + Corruption Kink  

Mechanic (auto shop) BTS   🥕

BTS Dad AU x Exes AU (hidden pregnancy theme)   🥕

Church Goer x Bad Girl/Boy AU  ⭐new*

Arranged Marriage x Proof of Consummation   ⭐new*

Cruise Ship Scenarios - Jungkook  🥕  ⭐new*

Moving On Fics (deceased Ex) AU  🥕  ⭐new*

BTS In The SOOP AUs  

Tokyo Ghoul AUs  

Soldier AU - Taehyung  

Soldier AU - Jungkook 🥕🥕 

BTS Kingsman AU  ⭐new

list updated: ⭐ 2022 Jan 22 note: if link doesn't work, click the #ggukkiereadingcollection hashtag at the bottom of this post

🌷 reading lists that could work as a fic rec too

started a reading list on my main blog just to keep myself organized but I realized others use it to check out fics too. It's not exhaustive - there are actually more fics I haven't included since these lists are more of current reads. I'll try to include some faves in this fic recs blog.

🥕 - personal favorites

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 May pt1 - updated [MYG, KTH, JJK] 🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 May pt2 - updated [per member]

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 May pt3 - updated 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 June - updated 2021June

to be re-titled - links to be updated - to be categorized per member:

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Aug 🥕🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Sep 🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Oct 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Nov 🥕

BTS Christmas Reading List - 2020 Dec 🥕🎄

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Jan Pt 1 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Jan Pt 2

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Feb Pt 1

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Feb Pt 2 (Jungkook)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Mar Pt 1 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Mar Pt 2 (Jungkook)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Apr Pt 1 

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Apr Pt 2 (Jungkook)  🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition (BTS + OT7/multi)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition (Jungkook)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 June Pt 1  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 June Pt 2 (Jungkook)  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 July  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Aug Pt 1 (ongoing reads)  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Aug Pt 2 (completed fics) 

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Sep   

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Oct  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Nov 

BTS Christmas Reading List - 2021 Dec  

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Jan Pt 1  

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Jan Pt 2  

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Feb  ⭐new

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Mar to May Part 1  ⭐new

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Mar to May Part 2  ⭐new

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 June  ⭐new 

tagged as #ggukkiereadinglist on my main

🌷 other fics to check 🌷

ongoing fics I’m reading | teasers to upcoming fics I want to check (under my main blog, tagged as #ongoing)

🌷  fic hunts - 'do you know this fic?' asks

sometimes I get asks if I know fics and I’d answer if I do. If I don’t, I direct to @/btsficfinds

🌷 #recsfromthegarden 🌷   

recommended by other readers 

Dark Fantasy AUs + E2L - fics: concentric, moonstruck 🥕

floralseokjin, obiwrites, and xherxx  🥕

CraftRose on AO3 - fics: vibrate, butterfly, skirt

Foxymoxy on AO3 - fics: meadow, lowlander, amended, little bean  🥕🥕

thebiaswrekkers Mafia AU - fic: make it right 

kissmetae - recommended author

Sugaslick [AO3] - fic: rules

Abundance (OT7 Hybrid AU) & Maybe I Do (Taehyung Arranged Marriage AU)  🥕

Historical Yoongi Fics/Daechwita Fics - Silver Dragon & The King Isn’t Dead

Sorted Series by gukyi - to be included in Fic List | BTS Themed Series

Most Beautful Moment in Life by bts-reveries - tb included in BTS Themed Series

Wrienne [AO3] - fics: a hundred percent human, dead leaves, my cheating amnesiac fiance

Multiple Personality AU by jimlingss - fic: his name

Serious Inquiries Only by adventuresinwonderlust

reneejuliet’s dystopian au - fic: ignorance is bliss  

kerikaaria - fics: if I never met you, where you belong 

jeojahari - fic: kiss it better (yoongi soulmate series)  

minyfic - fic: knuckles (jungkook crack)  

persphonesorchid - fic: euphoria (soulmate au)   

thebiasrekkers - fic:dream of red  

sahmfanficbts - fic: promise me 

gilibean - fic: lily of adversity  

sabiekay - fic: microcosmos  

persephonesorchid - fic: rings  ⭐new*

namjooningelsewhere - fic:overdue   ⭐new*

azurefangirl - fic: eclipsed hearts   ⭐new*

you-are-my-joy - fic: my forever  ⭐ new*

hyungieyoongi - masterlist  ⭐ new*

🌷 anons list 🌷

🌙 anon | 🗯 anon | 🧚🏻‍♀️ anon | 

🐻 anon | 🌻 anon | 💙EJ |

🌷 Others 🌷

About Me (posts that kind of give a clue to me as a person lol)

Reading Habits (an ask how many fics I could read per day)

AO3 Tutorial (or kinda)

Ask on reblogs/comments (writers share their thoughts)

Writer shared their process of profiling characters

An ASK about how to write reviews

[livi-4799]

Triggered Thoughts & Grounded Emotions (Part 2 of Reminder)

Triggered Thoughts (Part 2A)

(This is the continuation of the Wall-drawing inspired scene from Book of Life, since it wasn’t in the show.)

(Olive is an original character)

(Olive and Jack will switch POV a lot. Spoilers for Season 3 and Book 3 of ADOW)

(17/01/2022: Note 1: For some reason this post isn’t showing up on the tags I’ve used, so I’m splitting this into 2 to see if it helps in a way. 

Note 2: I think I fixed the issue so I might try putting the two parts back on the same post and see what happens, if the issue is still there, I will repost part 2. Really, really sorry about this annoyance.)

*Spoilers for Season 3 and Book 3 of A Discovery of Witches*

**This will be a long post**

Jack

The body of the man vanished and stood further away on the other side of the room. The spot he once had was a pool of blood, a reminder of what was there not moments ago. The man blinked once, before speaking.

“Jack?” the voice that came out wasn’t right, two voices spoke, male and female. The second time he spoke, it was all female.

“Jack?” Something cold sends chills all over, my vampire heart thudded louder than normal, harder as well, I knew that voice.

The man stepped forward, and fear paralysed me; the man I just killed wasn’t there anymore, but someone else was.

Long brown curly hair fell down past her shoulders, a few of them peeked around her hips. Instead of deep blue, a set of brown-hazel eyes stared back at me, flooded with tears that ran down her face. Her neck was torn open, blood coated her left side, the fabric of her blue shirt darkened. The chain of her silver necklace was lost in the blood. Some blood spotted her cheek. Her skin was ghastly white.

I watched her touch her neck where it was ripped open, her fingers coated with blood. She looks from her fingers to me, eyes wide with shock. “What did you do?!”

Olive

The snarl Jack had disappeared when looking at me, his inky eyes were wide and glassy, tears fell fast and heavy down his ghastly white face, which was becoming increasingly paler. Dark veins appeared on parts of his face and his brows were raised. Jack looked like he had seen a ghost, or was still seeing one. I took a step forward then jumped back when in a blur, he was off the scaffold and backed away from me to crash himself in the corner, his head bangs against the wall hard.

I gasped then hurried closer but before I could get to him, his hands shot out to stop me from coming closer.

“No! Stay back!” He screamed.

He clenched his teeth as something caused his body to shudder, his hands in tight fists. He bangs his head back into the wall, he pants as something washes over him. I could hear his heart hammering, fast and hard, it was unnatural to the very slow beat vampire hearts make. My own was felt in my throat, bitterness was there too. What the hell happened in here?

I felt the threads pool in my hands, magic coursed through me and swirled around. The ground beneath me started to pulsate, Earth was calling to me, ready to provide me strength to attack. Air prickled my skin as it caused the papers to rustle, some went flying and I grabbed the few papers I could catch and looked at them, to see if they would offer any answers. They were faces, just faces Jack had already drawn. Some other ones were of locations, London, France, others were of inside random buildings. A house, a church. One was the inside of what appears to be an abandoned hospital.

I looked back to Jack, who was panting heavily, the veins much darker now. The inside of his mouth was much darker, almost black. Red pooled in the sea of black in his eyes and they flicker to show me the ocean blue for a brief moment before becoming ebony black again, he looks at me with burning rage.

My blood went cold as it dawned to me what’s wrong, this was blood rage!

Every instinct in me was telling me to run, run fast and now. But I couldn’t, my legs couldn’t move, they collapsed on me and I dropped to my knees. I couldn’t swallow. This is what they warned me about, Jack warned me about this. He gasped and huddles close to the wall, his body hunching over, his hair covering his face. Marcus told me to never ever run if he was like this, any sudden movements would set him off more, I wouldn’t be fast enough to stop him doing God knows what and he would never forgive himself for what he has done, I don’t think at this moment I could do anything. Ice paralysed my legs. My head was screaming with his emotions, pain, anger, rage, regret, panic, all thrashing around each other like wild winds, it was becoming white noise as he was fighting for control. His own scream echoed in my mind. My head was pounding and I clutched it as it got louder till it cancelled all the other noises, all I heard was him and him alone.

“Jack?!” I called.

He didn’t answer, he was still under the influence of the blood rage. He wasn’t going to tell me anything, it doesn’t matter, I’m going to find out myself! I grabbed the threads in my hands and clutched them tight as I started to weave, I felt magic flow through me as my witch’s eye opened, ignoring the throbbing headache I was getting and I watched the room change. The bright lit bedroom has started to become dark and dull, taking on a rotten black-green colour. The carpet floor disintegrated and became cold and grainy, I was now on my knees in concrete. On the wall, I saw an old whiteboard, an x-ray of something and an unhooked phone. The smell of paper and pencils was replaced with the pungent smell of medical drugs and blood, my nose scrunched at the intensity, and twitched at the blood. It smelt, divine. My throat burned at the smell, it made me hungry. Something burned under my skin as I clenched my teeth, I slammed my clenched hand to my head.

“Snap out of it!” I told myself, “It’s not real.” I took a shaky breath to regain control. Once I did, I looked back to Jack.

Jack’s clothes had changed now, they were covered in blood, his navy hoodie and white shirt-stained garnet red. His mouth had bloodstains around it. I was going to ask where the blood came from but I saw the answer, I looked at the dead body in between us, dead and lifeless. His neck was torn open, blood coated the skin garnet. His deep blue eyes were dark, lifeless, lips slightly parted. Blood too was around his lips, was it the guy’s or did Jack try to save him? But that wasn’t the disturbing part of it, the part that made me take a step back was that the body it flickered from the victim’s to mine. My own face stared back at me, fear and pain the last thing I felt before I died, my eyes vacant and lifeless. Bile rise up my throat and I swallowed. I took a shaky breath and tried to breathe.

The wall of this abandoned hospital flickered into Jack’s bedroom wall with the mural of London and three men.

Nails digging into my palms, I swallowed and got up on shaky legs, my eyes never leaving him. “Jack, this is all in your head,” I told him, taking a step forward.

He snarled at me, I jolted back. This is a bad idea!” My mind screamed. “Leave!”

I took a hesitant step forward, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Listen to me, this isn’t real.”

I left just enough space between us as I knelt in front of him, his teeth were clenched so tight I thought they would break, a single thread was wrapped around my left pinkie was ready just in case, and I hoped it wouldn’t come to it.

“Jack, talk to me please,” I said hesitantly.

He looked at me with fear in his eyes. “You—you shouldn’t be here! He’ll hu—”

“Who?” I asked “Matthew? Marcus? Baldwin? They won’t—”

He violently shook his head, “No!” He cuts me off, then spits a name with an amount of venom to make a snake’s one look like a child’s spit. “Benjamin.”

His tormentor, Matthew’s rejected son, the man who tortured Matthew in the name of revenge, Hubbard's maker, the mistake of the fam-- NO, he was never part of Jack’s family, he was a stain, a screw up. I was only told stories by a handful of people of what that man did to Jack, but was he triggering the blood rage? I looked deeper into his head, that name kept coming up; it was.

I swallowed the fear stuck in my throat and tried to talk some sense in Jack, try to snap him out of whatever this is. “He’s dead,” I told him. “Listen to me, he’s dead. He can’t hurt you.”

He didn’t believe me, nor took one look at me. “Look at me, please look at me!”

Jack

This was a trick, she wasn’t real. Olive can’t be here. She’s lying dead not far from me.

“This place isn’t real.” She tells me, her eyes never leaving me. “You’re in your room, we’re in your room. At Matthew and Diana’s, in London. That man is dead, long gone. Burnt to ashes and swept up like dust.” She shook her head, “He can’t do anything to you anymore.”

“She lies.” Benjamin’s voice rings in my ear, “I will always live, inside your head. Reminding you of what you truly are.”

A snarl left my lips, and I watched her move away from me. “I—I don’t believe you. You’re—.”

She placed her hands on my face, lightning and fire splintered through me, her touch was real, warm. I looked at her, really looked, no blood. Her neck wasn’t torn open, the small spot on the bridge of her nose, the weird point on her left ear, the flecks of green in her eyes. I reach out and touch her cheek, solid, warm. Real.

She removes a hand to grab mine, her gaze leaves me and she looks down at it momentarily before looking back, “Look at your hand and tell me if you see any blood.”

I looked and saw nothing, I watch her turn my hand over, no blood. There was nothing on my hand apart from the pencil lead stained on my fingers.

“You don’t see any, do you?” she says. 

I looked at her, she was unharmed. There is no blood, I told myself. I shook my head to tell her I didn’t see anything. 

I felt and heard her blood sing as magic flowed through her. Her hazel eyes glowed faint gold. “Scatter thoughts, fearful heart. Panic body, panic mind, show what I can see to ease the fear, show what is here to ease the disbelief, show us what I am seeing to ease.”

The room started to brighten; the rotten green colour of the hospital transformed into a bright white. The ground we sat on here softened, carpet and floorboards were under us instead of concrete. A bed appeared in opposite to us, as did the window seat and a desk. All familiar. She was right. We were in my room, I was here all this time, however, the place looked like an absolute mess though. Paper was scattered all over the floor along with pencil stubs. My sketchbook was on the floor, spine facing upwards. The walls were covered in murals, my own work. The room then shifted back into the hospital.

Rage boiled inside and a low growl escaped my teeth. Olive shuffles back, her eyes widen the slightest, her heart skips a beat. She takes a shaky breath then grabs my arm as she tries calming me. It didn’t do much.

“You need to breathe,” she tells me, “Breathe and focus on me, don’t worry about anything else, just look at me and breathe.”

I did. But when I looked at her, the bloodied version of her appeared in front of me. I couldn’t breathe. I pressed myself harder to the wall. 

Olive’s eyes were filled with worry. “Jack? Jack!” 

My heart was hammering and air got stuck in me. Panic was on Olive’s face now, it consumed her. 

I heard it in her voice too. “Jack, you need to tell me what you need!” she pants, “How do I help you?”

“You can’t!” I grunted, hunching closer to the wall. “I’ve tried everything.”

The music didn’t do anything, his voice was louder. All the other times it helped out, but why not today?! The breathing just made the pounding in my head and heart worse. I’ve tried to focus on the present, but whatever I chose just reminded me of what I did. Nothing was working!

“And nothing worked?” she asked.

I nodded. She sat back and paused for what felt like ages, she presses her lips into a thin line as she thought. Then I saw face light up.

“Tell me five things.” She says.

Confusion creased my brows, I blinked. “What?”

Grounded Emotions (Part 2B)

Jack

“Five things?” I thought, “What does Olive mean by five things?! How is this going to help?” 

She tells me again, more firmly. “We’re going to try something, trust me. I need to focus on me and listen, tell me five things you can see. Look around you and tell me what you can see; just five things.”

“How is it going to--”

“Trust me please.” She begged, “Look.”

I sighed, may as well try. And I did, my eyes taking in everything. What do I say? What do I choose? Would anything be a suitable answer? A thousand thoughts ran through my mind.

My eyes looked everywhere until they stopped above, where the light bulb sat. “I see the light bulb above us.”

She looks up for herself, nods, then looks back at me. “Good. That’s one down. 4 more.”

I looked over her shoulder to where my desk flickered in and out of the abandoned hospital, I focused on the desk trying to find something. Laptop? Mouse? The photo frame?

I said the first thing that came to mind, the last thing I saw on the desk. “I can see the picture frame of London behind you on the desk.”

She turned around to see for herself, she looks back at me with something close to a smile.

She nods, “Good, that’s one. I need 3 more.”

I look to our left, “I can see the table turned over.”

“Two left.”

I looked all over the floor, “I can see the papers.”

“One.”

I went back to the desk, “My laptop, I see my laptop.”

She sighs, “Good! Now tell me 4 things you hear. Close your eyes, it’ll help you focus.”

I heard Benjamin’s chuckle, “Liar. She’ll leave you.” He whispered. “ Just like Matthew and Diana.”

Panic caused me to lash out, I grabbed the first thing I could touch, her wrists were tiny in my hands, nails digging deep into the flesh. She swallowed and her eyes were focused on my grip on her. Worry creased her brows.

"Squeeze harder." I heard Benjamin whisper in my head, "if you squeezed harder, would you snap her bone? How loud do you think she would scream? Would she kill you before you have the chance? She has more spirit than you it appears," I heard him laugh.

A snarl escapes my lips.

She let out a shaky breath as her heart skip a beat, then another. And another.

Her blood hummed as I watched her eyes glow amber.

“You’re afraid.” She observed, “You’re afraid I’ll leave you. You don’t have to be. I won’t leave.” She gave me a reassuring smile, “I promise.”

My own heart thudded in my ears and I let go of her wrist to hold her hand, I sighed. “Okay, don’t let me go.”

Olive doesn’t break her gaze. “I won’t.” She reassures.

I did what she told and closed my eyes, I breathed in, slowly. I listened closely, still holding her. The first noise I picked up was the sound of cars, I heard their engines, tires driving on road, I heard some horns being used, yelling.

“I hear the traffic on the main road,” I told her, eyes still closed. “Some build up but not bad.”

“3 more.”

I tried the house next, buzzing from downstairs was the first thing, it was a phone. It wasn’t mine. “I hear your phone downstairs. It’s on silent.”

“Explains a lot.” She said to herself before talking to me. “Now two left.”

Birds coming outside the window behind her. The loud raspy calls rang loud. I opened my eyes this time. “The birds outside. Crows.”

“One more.”

The loudest thing I could hear was her heart, pounding fast. She was scared. I loosened my grip on her hand, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

The rage seems to be dying down, the hospital merging with my room, white walls replaced the hospital ones, I saw my murals, London, a male victim. My bed was there too.

“Half-way now.” Olive’s voice brings me back, “3 things you can touch.”

Obvious one. I reach for her face, my fingers traced her cheek. “You.”

Her face started to warm. She cleared her throat. “2 more.”

I breathed in slow, taking my hand off her cheek to touch the carpet, the fibres rough under my palm.

“The carpet under me.”

She smiles, “One left.”

I felt around the floor and jolted when something pointy pricks my skin. I look down to see the end of a pencil poking into the side of my hand.

“Pencil stub,” I told her, the thundering in my chest had started to quiet down, no longer audible in my ears.

“Two things you can smell.” She told me.

I smelt the room, the rustic smell of blood was no longer there. Instead, I picked up a dry and woody smell, cedar laced with mandarin, pink pepper, rose and cypress.

“I smell pencil shavings,” I told her.

“What else?” She asks, “Tell me one more thing.”

I breathed in and let the smells envelop me. I smelt the paper, the sweet almond-like scent, the lingering scent of the candle from downstairs, English Pear and Freesia. Dust. But the one scent that was the strongest, on the tip of my tongue, was her. I smelt her. Summer, she smelt like summer. Summer and Spring merged as one. Coconut, sea salt, caramel, peach, water jasmine, vanilla.

“I smell the pages of the books on the shelf next to the window,” I told her, looking over her shoulder.

“Taste.” She asks now. “I need one thing: what can you taste?”

I swallowed as I felt the blood rage receding once again deep within me, calmness washes over me. Mine, or Olive’s extra influence? The hospital was long now, we were tucked in the corner of my dishevelled room.

I tasted sweetness in the back of my throat, and tang. I didn’t need to think much to answer her this time. “The blood wine I had half an hour ago. I used sweet wine mixed with chicken’s blood.”

I closed my eyes and sighed, my head was silent. Benjamin had gone silent. I couldn’t hear him anymore, for now. But how long would it be until he plays with me again? Even dead he’s still infected me, made me sick. I looked down at my hands and watched the blood rage fade.

Olive It seemed to have worked, I watched as colour started to return to his skin, the ghastly white becoming a distant memory. The darkness in his mouth was swallowed away and the dark veins melted into his skin, fading away. The inky black and red of his eyes faded and I watched the ocean blue take over, returning to its rightful place. I listened closely to his heartbeat, it was very faint, the normal vampire rate. Skin contact was all I needed to read him, he’s calm. He’s calm again.

I tucked his hair back, “You’re back to yourself again.”

His eyes started to go glassy. Tears fogged the ocean blue and worry caused my heart to thud. “Are you okay?”

He crushes me to his chest and holds me tight, burrowing his face in my neck. His body started to shake as cries bursts from him. Hot tears burn my skin. Pain, all I felt was pain.

I burrowed my fingers and face in his hair and held him tight. “Let it out,” I told him. “Let it out.”

[vincentcatagainsttheworld]

Posted @withregram • @cgdop One last colored lights = Nola post for Ep 303 of ADOW. Pics 1 +2 - some scenes you make up practically on the fly. This was one of the last scenes we shot… any guesses where? I lit it with some cyan-flavored skypanels backlighting haze for ambience and a single practical. Vs Pic 3- some scenes you plan and plan… This was a great collaboration with Neil Riley our VFX supervisor, a plate unit in Nola, and of course a great camera, grip and lighting team who executed a pre-vized technocrane shot just as envisioned just at the right time of day- which in turn is thanks to a willing 1st AD and production department! And final thanks goes to Matthew Goode for getting in and out of that car just a few times until we got the shot 🙏 #teamworkmakesthedreamwork #adiscoveryofwitches #adiscoveryofwitchess3 #cinematography #cinematographer #directorofphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CZM5h_sMXFQ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pleasereadmeok]

The Last Dance 2/2

He’s going in….  The smooth devil grabs Diana and lowers her into a dip and then twirls her around like a pro.  The final shot is a hot kiss.  And we’re done.  

25 episodes of Matthew Goode as Matthew Clairmont and it’s been a blast.        The last season was definitely compromised by Covid but I still loved seeing goofball Goodey become the smooth, vampy prof.  This was probably his most ‘immersive’ role until ‘The Offer’.  It’s a long time to play one character but luckily Matthew Clairmont's life was such a rollercoaster that Matthew usually had a lot to do.   He will probably never get the recognition for his acting skills in this role, coz critics are so dismissive of this genre of show, but he got to show his immense range and gave us some iconic moments to remember.  

Matthew Goode as Matthew Clairmont in  ‘A Discovery of Witches’ season 3, with Teresa Palmer - Goode rewatch Week 49.

📷 ADOW S3:07 my edit

[qqueenofhades]

Still here to read all your glorious fic! Srsly tho I'm reading the garcy one shots like once a month at least and I'm about to start the garcy adow au again. Absolutely love your disaster human flynn <3 and I just caught up with the whole shadow and bones series, so I'm gonna do a deep dive into your fics next ;) so no worries, take your time, we'll be here ;)

Aha, good to know. I too am also still very fond of Human Disaster Garcia Flynn and the various misadventures of his repertoire, including the Garcy All Souls AU (yet another thing that I would still like to finish one day, if I ever had time or braincells). So yes.

Likewise, I hope you’ll enjoy my various SAB fics, and thanks for this nice message! I do appreciate it.