#amon-the-naughty-list

[sulumuns-dootah]

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30.11. Sitri – Cookies and Tea

1.12. Astaroth - Christmas stories

2.12. Bael - Favorite memory candle

3.12. Barbatos - Christmas lights

4.12. Ronové - Naughty list

5.12. Gusion - Fireplace and cuddles

6.12. Morax - First snow

7.12. Belial - Christmas music

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8.12. Eligos - Holiday Party

9.12. Stolas - Snowball fight

10.12. Foras - Wrapping gifts

11.12. Dantalian - Sharing stories

12.12. Bathin - Moongazing visitor

13.12. Marbas - Christmas tree

14.12. Zagan - Ice skating

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15.12. Valefor - Plushies

16.12. Amon - Festival Market

17.12. Glasyalabolas - Mistletoe

18.12. Phenix - Decorating house

19.12. Andrealphus - Holiday cartoons

20.12. Buer - Hot chocolate

21.12. Paimon - Matching sweaters

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22.12. Naberius - Snowed in

23.12. Leraye - Snowman

24.12. Bimet - Shopping

25.12. Satan - Letter to Santa (18+)

Beelzebub - Sampling icing (18+)

26.12. Mammon - Unwrapping gifts (18+)

Leviathan - Banquet for two (18+)

27.12. Lucifer - Christmas cards (18+)

[buckybarnesss]

Adding to the episodes of bad Mako social media takes, here one from the "offical" youtube channel. They did a 'who's on the naughty list' poll and the choices were Zaheer, The Earth Queen, and of frickin course Mako (and Tahno for some reason).

That actually made me a little angry. I really hate how their channels go to appeals to the worst parts of the fandom.

Sorry to dump here, but I needed to vent this out.

hey no problem.

the fandom's hatred towards mako has always been objectively odd to me.

like there isn't anything wrong with disliking a character and i know a lot of people find mako boring.

couldn't be me but whatever.

what bothers me is that the purposeful, willful misunderstanding of a character where it's twisted to justify character bashing. it often comes across as "hey this character isn't expressing their trauma the way i want them to so they suck."

mako is repressed.

part of the love triangle problem is that mako doesn't know what he wants. mako's emotional needs became superfluous when his parents died. they no longer mattered in the face of survival for himself and bolin. when confronted with something outside of this he completely flounders because he's not only never examined what his wants even are and has disregarded them so much he has no idea that obtaining something he wants for himself is like, you know, allowed. also, tu clocked his ass by saying that him wanting to people please ended up pleasing no one including him.

is mako the mom from reba mcentire's is there life out there? yes. yes he is.

i have seen sooooo many bad takes on legend of korra characters. from korra herself to a child character like meelo. mako is not the only victim but he is the most visable i think outside of korra.

i've also expressed sooooo many times that i loathe what i consider a bad stale joke that is frequently regurgitated that mako somehow "turned" asami and korra gay makes me want to brain myself. i expect that shit from reddit and youtube but when i see it on tumblr it's disappointing because it's usually people who claim to want representation yet they disregard korra and asmai's bisexuality to make mako the butt of a shitty joke.

also asami and korra didn't get together until three full ass years after either of them were involved with mako.

all three of them get over their cringe love triangle too and become even better friends by the end. none of them hold onto any resentment. mere weeks after korra and mako's break up korra and asami are laughing about their mistakes and korra wants mako to come with her to find airbenders. there weren't any hard feelings.

people will bend over backwards to justify kuvira and rationalize amon or defend zaheer when mako's worse crime is being a dumbass teenager who made mistakes but more than apologized and made up for them.

[spotofmummery]

what would amon think of the convocation??

Ironically, before Endwalker, Amon was not fond of the Ascians from what little he knew of them (and Scylla downright hated them). He had heard the whispers that they were involved with nudging the downfall of Allag, so that put them on his big-time naughty list.

Post-Endwalker. He really hasn't changed his mind much, even after discovering the Fandaniel situation. In fact, he struggled a lot with the idea that Fandaniel, even with all of his Ascian power, turned his back on Allag and let the Tower fall, only to go off with the other convocation members.

That would not have been the choice Amon would have made - he'd have done ANYTHING to save Allag. I think it speaks to the idea that Hermes/Amon/Fandaniel are very different people at heart and motivation.

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

[linnorabeifong]

Korra’s Christmas

This is just an idea but if enough of you are interested I will do it and make a collection on Ao3.

Thirty one days of holiday  Fan Art and Fanfic 

All Thirty One Days of December are different ships and a prompt. I’ll write some and I’ll make polls and posts for suggestions. If you’d like to suggest rules, prompts or ships, message me.  Send in prompts ! Tag your friends. I’ll try to post polls once I get enough. I’ll post all prompts before the end of the month.

If you like a ship that isn’t included then I can add it, as a bonus or replace a disliked ship with it. if you dislike a ship I can remove it just message me. If you dislike a tentative prompt I can swap it.

post your ideas and submissions with #Korra’sChristmas. I will reblog them.

if you have any question my asks are open. I tried to include every ship I could think of. I don’t want anyone to feel excluded or leave out their favorite ship.

Rules (so far, will add more if they are suggested or people are hateful) : No incestous or illegal ships will be permitted. No NSFW content with underage characters. NSFW content  is welcomed, but must be tagged as such and rated appropriately please and thank you. Submissions can be no ship or platonic as long as they incorporate the prompt. If you’d like your prompt to be for a particular day/ship let me know. Feel free to send in prompts related to other winter Holidays or just the winter season. If you want a ship to be a particular day let me know.

Tentative Prompts: 

Meet Cute

Meet the In laws

Tree Decorating

Movie Night

Naughty and Nice  List

Spiked Eggnog

Christmas Proposal 

Hot Chocolate 

Wrapping Gifts

Christmas Cookies

Non-traditional Christmas 

Christmas Vacation

Snowed-In

Working on Christmas 

Modern Day AU

Submitted Prompts:

Secret Santa Gift Exchange 🎅🏽

Build a Snowman ⛄️

Snowball fight ❄️ 

Tentative Ships:

Amon/Lin (I’m joking this is a crack ship but if any of y’all actually like this one let me know and I’ll keep it otherwise it’s getting axed)

Asami/Bolin 

Asami/Iroh 

Asami/Korra 

Asami/Kuvira 

Asami/ Mako 

Asami/OC or any character

Baatar Sr/Suyin 

Baatar Jr/Kuvira 

Bolin/ Korra 

Bolin/Opal 

Bolin/ Wei 

Bolin/ OC or any character

Bumi/Lin 

Bumi/ OC or any character 

Izumi/Lin 

Izumi/ OC or any character 

Mako/Asami 

Mako/ Korra 

Mako/Lin 

Wuko

Opal/Kuvira  ( Winter Solstice)

Korra/Kuvira

Korra/ Tahno  (Christmas Eve)

Kya/Lin (Christmas Day)

Lin/ Tarlokk or Linzin

Pema and Tenzin 

Senna and Tonraq 

Kai and Jinnora  

Mr and Mrs Moon 

Zolt/Lin

Update: So far we have 18 prompts ! We need thirteen more ! Please send some in !!!

[christiangeistdorfer]

thank u ever so much to the dearest girl @cazzyf1 to do this cute little f1 tag 😘 thank u caz <3

WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE DRIVER? it changes every time i am asked, i guess the one who will always appear in my favourites list is john watson, forever and always 🥰🥰 the more i learnt about him, the more i loved him. i have a video of him yapping for 30+ mins in my tabs.

DO YOU HAVE OTHER FAVOURITE DRIVERS? so many, too many. i guess the ones at the moment are patrick depailler, whose name i recently learnt how to spell without looking up - very big achievement! wolfgang von trips, jack brabham, peter revson, jim clark, chris amon [when are u finally gotta see him as hot??? mhm???? i seriously will not rest] bruce mclaren, carlos pace, riccardo patrese, ronnie peterson, piers courage, the italian drivers of the 80s somehow.

WHO IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE DRIVER? no! i'm not really big into the modern f1 so i'm not a huge fan of any of them but there isn't a driver i don't like. i'm just indifferent towards them. i'm also very forgiving !

DO YOU PULL FOR DRIVERS OR DO YOU LIKE TEAMS AS WELL? i mostly focus on the drivers! they are the personality of the team for sure!

IF YOU LIKE A TEAM, WHAT TEAM DO YOU PULL FOR? mclaren baby !!!! but like pre 2007 ! i like the team because of brucey boo :) brabhaam like obviously i would die for that team i literally ever forgive whatever happened during the 80s to make it go down hill >:((( lotus as well, colin chapman i would probably have insane beef on sight with but literally all the favs drove [or nearly drove] for lotus so i guess i gotta.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN INTO F1? mid april 2023, i'm only a wee baby.

WHAT GOT YOU INTO F1? one day, out of the blew on the date above, i was thinking about daniel riccardo and how he doesn't appear on the tv as much as he used to. being in australia he would appear on news programs when i was younger talking about the shoeys. so i just decided to see what he was doing. i watched those grill the grid videos and thought they were very funny. but because it was modern f1 i just felt weird watching it, i have no idea why. it just felt weird. i already knew about aryton senna from seeing one picture of him on instagram and reading his personal life wiki page like it was my bible when i was like 12. i decided to watch a season of f1, i think it was 1991 and that was it. i was gone. i kept watching it. and went down the rabbit hole.

DO YOU ENJOY FANFIC/RPF? i don't personally partake in it, but i won't stop anyone from enjoying it. that's their life.

HOW DO YOU VIEW NEW FANS? with open arms, as long as you are respectful and credit sources when you can, welcome aboard to the madhouse.

IF YOU COULD TAKE OVER AS TEAM PRINCIPAL FOR ANY TEAM, WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY?  oh i just couldn't do it. i'm sorry i can't handle that responsibly. i'd be more than happy to watch like some kid on work experience, especially for mercedes, but i'd get thrown too much in the deep in.

ARE YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY INTO F1 AS WELL? nope! none of them, that's why it was a huge surprise when i started to watch it. my family's only link is that my dad watched ayrton senna's crash when he got home from the pub. i forced him to watch his first grand prix a couple of months ago. he wasn't too keen. oh and my nana went to a few of the races in the 80s.

ARE YOU OPEN TO TALKING TO OTHER FANS/MAKING FRIENDS? of course !!! i love learning about motorsports and i always try to be helpful - if you ever want to know anything or need a link to a gif i have made, let me know !! i'm very naughty for not putting links to videos!!

i will tag @quattroneuville & @userpironi if they are willing :)

[writerbeemedina]

The Naughty List Is Worse Than You Think 📜

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The Naughty List ain’t no joke. You think you got something to fear getting your name marked on the Big Man’s list? Ha! Here in the North Pole, one slip up could ruin your life. Oh, you thinks I’m punking you, eh? Sit down, hot cocoa on the house. Now, you listen to ol’ Jingle Slacks, and you listen good.

You ever hear of Goody-Two-Shoes from the Gift-Wrapping Department? He was nothing but a regular elf until one afternoon, when a particular case of the munchies convinced him to sneak one extra sugar cookie during snack break.

“It’s just one wee cookie, what harm could it do?” he prolly thunk to himself as he committed the crime. Aw, he thought wrong — real wrong; after all, some poor fella lost his cookie, and it didn’t take long for that fella, Ginger Snap, to get cranky real fast.

It was quite a tantrum that elf threw, and of course them nosy prowling meddlers loved to elvesdrop. Them meddling elves even competed on who could reach the Elf Resources first, because ain’t no way any elf worth their ringy-dingy shoes would miss out on the opportunity to snitch to ol’ Santa about how some greedy gobbler snatched some poor coworker’s cookie.

Then, faster than a marshmallow melts in cocoa did ol’ Goody — well, they call him Gluttony now — get his name marked on the Naughty List for breaking Clause 5: No elf shall commit acts of gluttony.

Boy did that fella fall from grace after that incident; the tavern is his temple now, and eggnog is his sustenance.

Oh, and poor Powder Puff. She was living her best life as the chairelf of the Toy-Making Department, not a problem in the world . . . until she dozed off at her desk.

Rumors say it was because she was out rocking around the Christmas tree late the night prior. Others say it was because she done drunk one too many cups of cheer and was paying the price.

Whatever she did, she ended up a-snoozing through a meeting that she herself scheduled about transferring another elf from the Painting Branch to the Carpenter Branch.

When that elf walked in and saw their boss drooling all over her papers, they ran straight for the Elf Resources faster than Rudolph ran to town.

Afterward, poor Powder Puff — well, they call her Cuddly Puff now — got her name scribbled on the Naughty List in red ink for breaking Clause 7: No elf shall commit acts of sloth during work hours.

As punishment, her status was revoked, and she got transferred to Waste Duty out in the reindeer stables. If that weren’t enough, her salary was replaced with coal for one solid year.

Then there’s Cinnamon Sugar from the Letter Department. Yikes is all I can say for that lass. See, her weasel-like curiosity got the best of her one December night. You know what she did? She snooped inside some presents for her and her colleagues before Christmas morning. When Cinnamon learned that her rival, Peppermint Lolly, was getting a brand new s’mores-making machine instead of her, you bet your fanny she saw red — or rather, green.

See, she did something very naughty that day. She swapped her gift — a hand-knitted scarf — for Peppermint’s gadget. Of course, that landed her with a big fat X across her name on the Nice List for breaking Clause 4: No elf shall be possessed with or commit acts of envy. Tsk tsk.

On top of having to write “I must never be jealous” on paper fifty thousand times, nobody was allowed to give Cinnamon — well, they call her Sin-amon now — any gift under any circumstances — whether it be Christmas, birthday, housewarming, babyshower, or any other occasion — for four years in a row.

So, you get the picture now? The kids, they get off easy compared to us elves here . . . too easy.

[thekitteninlove]

I don't know if anyone needs this, but i made a list of all the fanfics i wrote. I sorted them from the most recent to my first one:

Tempting the barkeeper (ft. Dalim, NSFW)

Obsession (ft. Amon)

A dangerous man stole my heart (ft. Ace)

Icy kisses (ft. Dalim, NSFW)

Lost on the road with my knight (ft. Ace, NSFW)

The escape part 2 (rescuing Amon, ft. Dalim)

The escape part 1 (ft. Dalim)

A Christmas present for the bad boy (ft. Dalim, NSFW)

Dalim's doll (NSFW)

A lesson in martial arts (ft. Dean Tweedle, NSFW)

An attempt to redeem the dark lord (Dalim x Amon smut)

Sex on the beach (ft. Dalim, NSFW)

In love with the villain (ft. Amon, NSFW)

A misunderstood hero x an anti-hero (Harr x Dalim, NSFW)

I love every inch of you (ft. Dean, NSFW)

Strip poker with the bad boys (a threesome with Amon and Dalim, NSFW)

An improper interrogation (ft. Dalim, NSFW)

Treating his wounds (ft. Dean)

Competing for her heart (a threesome with Dalim and Dean, NSFW)

Teacher's pet, part 3.2 (ft. Dean, Dalim, NSFW)

Teacher's pet, part 3.1 (Dean, Dalim, NSFW)

A birthday present for the bad boy (Dalim, NSFW)

Taking care of my sweetheart (Dean)

Teacher's pet, part 2 (Dean, NSFW)

Teacher's pet, part 1 (Dean, NSFW)

I’m thirsty, Mr. Barkeeper (Dalim, NSFW)

A naughty teacher (Dean, NSFW)

I have all the documentation needed to prove and verify that I am over 16 (so allowed to use this site) and I could verify myself if only there was a way to do so properly.

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

OT3FIC: ou les Wilies

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“I had thought it past time for us to speak again.” His voice, that horrible accent that sounded much nicer than she thought he should be allowed to sound, was quiet in the still morning air that Tuesday morning.

The quiet chirp of bird song and the soft snores of the dogs were list under the thumping of her heart upon opening the door - or perhaps the birds had stopped their song in the wake like ripples of his coming. There was a moment's pause, sharp and deadly the way the air always felt between their meetings before the other lifted an envelope before him with that poise and elegance that made her want to snarl. “I simply wished for us to have a chance to talk after the weekend. On your turf, as you would say. If that’s agreeable.”

The little voice in the back of her mind that sounded like her one of her love’s whispered this was a bad idea, joined in the symphony by the other voice that she shouldn’t turn her back on the monster.

Shaking her head briefly, Jo squared her jaw and tilted her head up to look the man directly in the eye. There was something to his look that morning - something almost apologetic hidden in the depths of his eyes and a slight slump to his shoulders she’d never seen before, something curious to him and his stance that whispered out at her she had nothing to fear, nothing to be afraid of at that moment from him. After a long moment, she took a determined step backward, opening the door for the darkness to flow in. “Alright, Doc. We can talk.”

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The man had perched himself decidedly in one of the stools at the kitchen bench, a movement that looked entirely foreign to him but that he made seem completely effortless, the moment Jo had moved around the work side of the bench and waved a hand towards the other side.

“Drink? Coffee, tea? I think we have juice in the fridge.” Jo asked conviviality, the tone and the need to hostess the very same her mother had always ingrained in her. One that she had never been able to shake off and that led her to offer the twisted man across from her the choices when really she should have slammed the door in his face and gone straight for her lighter. “I believe there’s some soda-”

“A coffee would be adequate, Joanna, but only if you are indulging yourself,” Hannibal responded in an equally friendly tone, the type of voice he used when partaking in the human-shaped guise he drew on around others. Jo barely remembered that he ever spoke like this, without veiled threats and without the harsh barbs underlying the words, without the hiss at the end of his sentences that belied what he truly was. “No need to put yourself out-”

“It’s no problem, any preference?” “What?” “Like, what do you like? We got, uh...”

Jo found herself moving towards the cupboard that concealed their coffee selections - the espresso machine she had gotten for Will as an end to an argument about his need to leave early for coffees, the strange pour-over contraption that had been an indulgence for when Sam and Dean stopped in, as well as the old percolator, among the rest of the instant coffee options Will always kept the house stocked with - and frowning as she tilted her head to look over their array in surprise.

“Espresso which I think does any of those fancy types, there's a pour-over setup, typical percolator, instant... And some little fun sachets like vanilla lattes and hazelnut cappuccino packets?” The blonde found herself frowning as she flicked through the glass jar they kept the sachets in, fishing out one of them at random to brandish towards the man behind her with a slightly tighter smile than normal. “Or is none of ours up ta your standard, doc?”

There was a beat, and Jo found it amusing as the European appeared to stare at her in surprise for a moment before he gave a sharp shrug of a shoulder that would have looked unnatural on anyone else but on him seemed completely bizarre. “I will have what you are having. Not everyone can, unfortunately, enjoy or appreciate the pleasures of a balancing siphon-”

“Oh, well is matcha alright instead then?” She couldn’t help cutting the other off from the condescending tone she could hear starting in his voice. Whatever kind of stupid contraption the other used or stupid process or whatever it was he was saying made her want to throw boiling water at him rather than turn it into a drink, and cutting him off before she gave into that desire seemed like the best thing to do. Jo raised a brow as she looked back across at the other, reaching blindly behind herself for the small bowl and tin of green tea powder she kept on hand for these quiet mornings alone at the farm.

That beat of silence was back, but this time it was all the more amusing the way the smug, condescending look pealed off of the other’s face like a face mask to reveal a true look of surprise that bled into what she could almost mistake for approval before the man nodded his head.

Sighing to herself, Jo set about putting a pot of water onto the stove to boil before she turned around to get two mugs together and getting the small whisk out from its storage spot with another quiet sigh. Tapping the green dust free from the teaspoon and putting the tea-jar away, the blonde raised her brow across at the now frowning man. “So. You said we should talk?”

“I wanted to extend my apologies,” The words sounded sincere and Jo found herself jerking in surprise as the psychiatrist shifted in his stool with a squeak of the old frame before he continued, her surprise and bewilderment growing by the moment as Hannibal added. “I was rude to you last Saturday night, in a way that should be amended, and I felt the need to speak with you privately on the matter rather than causing a scene like some people did.”

Jo felt her lips dropping in a surprised ‘oh’ as she looked back at the other - Hannibal’s face held nothing but a blank expression and none of the usual derision or hatred was visible right on the surface then - and found herself frowning as she tried to work out exactly what he could mean.

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She had gripped his hand so tightly the moment they walked through the doors to the theater.

It was so exciting, and Jo had been practically giddy from the moment Grey had mentioned the planned activity for the night the week before. She’d spent the entire week getting as much research done for each call that came in so she could have the entire Saturday to get ready and really enjoy herself. She’d even gone so far as to have Shada and Ombre pop in with arms full of dresses and shoes and accessories on the Thursday when she seemed to be ahead of herself and the three women had spent over six hours sequestered in the bedroom while Will was at work and Grey was banished to the downstairs. They’d taken that long to pick out her outfit and styling choices for the evening, all between hushed giggles about how sweet and romantic the idea had been and just how lucky the other girls’ brother was likely to be afterward.

When on the Saturday morning there had been a ruckus of the dogs barking towards the backdoor when the three had finally risen, and Jo had opened the door to see the blood and torn fur of the demon leaning against the steps; all that planning seemed out the window as she’d called for Grey and Will to help. It had taken all three of them to help the hulking form into the house, and Jo had found herself biting her lip an hour later after they’d set up blankets and towels and Grey had sunk himself down to the task of helping the other back to health amongst quiet whispers of this or that. She hadn’t meant to think it then and wanted to kick herself for the selfishness of the thought of it that she was not going to get to go out that night. She’d even fully resolved herself to the idea until that afternoon when Will had wrapped her up in his arms in the doorway as they’d watched Grey and his father-like demon sitting uncertainly before the fireplace and said quietly against the shell of her ear - “I’d love to take you, and he wants me to take you.”

The soft, longing look she’d gotten from the shadow as she’d stepped off the bottom step and into the doorway to the lounge - where Grey was still fretting as quietly as possible over Amon’s massive form in the same sweatpants he’d worn to bed the night before and Will was fussing with the black tie around his neck - made her heart clench something harsh and wanting for not to be taking the one who’d thought of the outing’s arm. There’d been something so painful for her as she watched both her men’s eyes run over her in the deep red fitted dress that she and her almost-sister’s had picked out for the night, especially when Will pressed a kiss to her cheek and she watched the other’s eyes drop from them to stare at the floor. But he’d sounded fine, he’d called out a wish that they have a good time and Jo had pressed a kiss to his cheek on her way out - a dark imprint the color of dried blood left on his skin to match the color of her dress and the color of the ruined sheets and towels that littered the floor before him.

That slight tinge of bitter longing was wiped away as soon as her foot had crossed the threshold of the theater and Will had slid one arm around her waist and the other hand had held onto hers gently as he’d guided them through the ticket booth, security and up the curved staircase towards the upper boxes.

“A box seat?” Jo had breathed the words out and had even let herself indulge in the tiniest of squeals as Will had weaved their way through the crowds and was pointed into a doorway to a small viewing box overlooking the stage perfectly with enough seats for them and one other couple. If she knew anything of the other man and his planning style, those other chairs would remain empty - a naughty suggestion in their vacancy through the first act that would likely have resolved in the darkness of the intermission with the other knelt between her legs until the next act would begin. As Will had helped her into her seat and his hand had brushed a little too firmly along the side of her breast, Jo figured that that plan may well still also come true and be shared later when they got home.

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The sound of the pot boiling brought her quickly from that thought - silence otherwise ringing in the space as the psychiatrist simply stared at her thoughtfully as she’d stood over the bowl - that little naughty memory of what could have been and had yet again been ruined by the man across from her. Jo found herself scowling slightly in the face of Hannibal’s blank curiosity; before she moved to pour a large swathe of the hot water into the bowl to warm it and moisten the bamboo whisk slightly as she set the pot aside to cool to the right level.

“So, you’re here ‘bout the weekend are ya?” Jo asked sharply as she swirled the hot water before dumping it into the sink and beginning to dry the preparation bowl, not once letting the unwelcome monster interrupt her routine. “I thought Will’d cleared up how we all felt ‘bout your interruption.”

“Ah, perhaps that’s true for his feelings of course.” “Let it never be said you don’t acknowledge Will’s feelin’s-” “A little pointed there, Joanna.” “Sorry, did you think you were the only one with a sharp tongue, doc?”

Jo was surprised to hear the sound of a laugh, a deep tone and a rough roundedness to it before the man shook his head at her. She knew it was at her, rather than at her words or in general, but it set her teeth on edge as she finished drying out the bowl and moved to scoop and sift the green tea powder into the prepared bowl rather than focus on wanting to shove the bamboo scoop into his eye socket and seeing how much pressure it would take to scoop his eye out.

“Perhaps I did forget you enjoy the... more vibrant approach to conversation that Will does favor, given the last time we spoke privately at all was very enlightening colorful.” Hannibal’s words were that same silky soft she had heard from him over the weekend. Purred out, gentle and sour-sweet all in the one breath, as the man’s eyes watched in fixation as she moved through the steps - gently breaking up the clumps of the tea and sifting it into a green snowdrift in the base of her bowl.

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The lights went down in the theater, and the lighting for the stage had just started up with Jo and Will alone, hips pressed together and she sat as far forward over the edge of the box to drink in every glistening facet of the golden leaf of the theater's design as the lights changed and the opening strokes of Giselle’s first act began.

As the curtain was pulled apart to the empty stage and the soft lighting awaiting importance of the principal male dancer's arrival - the arrival of the Duke to race through the village and disguise himself in a flurry of cloths - Jo barely noticed the disturbance of someone’s own arrival into the viewing box. She didn’t notice the who or how many, simply that there had been a suck in of breath from the man beside her and that in a vague thought her naughty ideas would have to wait for another time to be indulged.

It had taken until the arrival of the titular character, in a full spin of soft skirts and gentle feet, for the blonde to finally sink back into her seat with a happy sigh as she watched the ballerina spin repeatedly and leap beautifully across the stage with the same joyous smile she could feel painted across her own face. The dancer was exquisite, and as Jo tilted her head to look up at Will’s face to see if he was enjoying watching the coy and playful meeting of the Duke and the beauty; she found herself jerked out of her enjoyment and the cold, hard set of the other’s face and his almost dark eyes in the dim lighting fixed over her head at whoever had joined them rather than the stage or even herself.

“Will, wha-”

“What are you doing here?” The empath hissed the words out, his teeth set in a snarl and Jo felt his arm go around her waist immediately and tugged her closer, much, in the same way, the duke’s wrapped about Giselle’s as they moved through a series of bouncy and joyous spins before the confrontation with the hunter. Jo found herself frowning before she followed his gaze and felt her own enjoyment snapped from focusing on the beautiful performance but the extremely unwelcome profile of the rugaru to her other side with only a seat space between them. “This isn’t appropriate at all.”

Hannibal smiled harshly, the sharp points of his incisors seeming more vicious and monstrous as he truly was in the dim lighting and the secrecy of the confined dark space. “Why, Will, I’m here to enjoy the performance of course.” The man had smirked, dark and mean, as he ran an eye over the pair of them for a moment in a way that had Jo picturing herself laid out atop that dining table - missing a few vital organs and replaced with blooms or feathers or even the sharp white starkness of a bone or animal skull - before the psychiatrist had turned his eyes towards the stage even if it was clear he wasn’t drinking in a moment of wherever the dancers were up to. “You’re aware that I do come to such activities whenever there is anything of decent substance in town.”

“I meant being in this spot, Hannibal. Tonight. You were supposed to take Alana out to dinner this evening, from what I heard.” “Alas, Alana was unwell and we had to postpone our date for another week.” “And that explains your being here now?”

“What is dinner without a little entertainment, Will?” The other man responded gently, with that firm underlying tone as if he was slowly drawing out something from the other that made Jo’s skin crawl to hear happening in front of her. She knew this back and forth, the heated twist of Will’s lips and the iron coldness that ran red hot beneath Hannibal's smirk was what must transpire on a biweekly basis in that ornate room that held the same grandeur as the space they were now in. That it was their own intricate dance that matched the firm and fast footwork of the dancers that span about the stage in a fixed pattern, a choreographed dance that happened the same every time in sync and constant movement. “You will notice the spare seat beside me, Alana was so looking forward to this evening after our last performance earlier in the year. It’s such a pity, I’m sure she would have narrated the story for you and your date this evening. Whatever she is going by tonight.”

Jo could feel herself bristling in time with the building swell of the music - although the happy tones as the festivities got underway and the large scale group dances began to bob and weave among one another felt at odds with the sharp stabbing of fury she could feel under her skin.

As if he could tell it -somehow feel it and from the way Will’s hand had let go of her bare skin within moments let her think that was entirely true - the empath had risen out of his chair and was looming in the darkness over her towards the other man.

“You best keep your opinions to yourself, Hannibal,” The dark-haired man hissed the words out, and Jo could almost hear the creak of the old chair frame under his hand groaning with the force of his grip, as he stared down the other. There was a long, pregnant pause of silence between them as the secondary performance continued uninterrupted like her viewing of it had by this new one. Will sucked in a breath heavily as both men stared, eyes heavy-lidded and their lips equally twisted into vicious smirks before the blond of the pair nodded his head minutely and Jo heard the chair beside her squeak with the force that Will sank back down into it.

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“He wasn’t that colorful.” Jo rebutted, moving the sieve away and then pouring enough of the just-below boiling water over the tea by sight for the pair of them. As she lifted the pot and set it back on the hob, awaiting another cup after the unsavory guest had left, Jo raised a brow back across at the other. “Or at least, he wasn’t particularly rude by my standard.”

“Oh yes, by your standards I’m sure we had a wonderfully titillating conversation, right Joanna?” Hannibal’s return felt a little bit more forced. As if there was a tinge of self-deprecation that she knew was not possible for the other to achieve. If there was ever a man that would not once allow himself to wallow in self-pity or loathing, or even to reach a point it may be necessary to poke fun at one's self, Jo thought she’d met it in the psychiatrist. That he seemed to be tasting something of a slice of humble pie set her teeth on edge, that this tasted too much like a trap, and leaning behind herself, she set the pot back onto a boil with an air of nonchalance to it. “However, you might not have picked up on the-”

“If you’re ‘bout to question if I got what the fuck you were sayin’ over me at the ballet, Mister Lecter-” Jo found herself snapping over the top of him, crossing her arms under her chest and raising her brow even higher as she stared back into the infuriatingly annoying attempt at shock and contrition on the other’s face. “Then let me fuckin’ enlighten the fuck out of ya.”

She paused for a second at the hissed suck in of breath from the other, as Hannibal Lecter’s lip curled savagely for a moment and that fake face - the act and mask he wore around others, the one that pretended to be a regular human and has regular emotions - snapped harshly in two down the middle at her cutting him off. Or at her calling him the diminutive term. Or perhaps just her sheer lack of fear where he’s concerned compared to the lackies he surrounded himself with. Jo couldn’t tell, but right then, she didn’t give two shits.

“You thought you were so fuckin’ smart, narratin’ the story like I didn’t fuckin’ learn the ballet-blanc and wish I could do the tour en l’air’s like the boys did.” She found herself hissing the words out as she stepped forward, hips pressed firmly against the countertop as she stared back into the true face of the other for the first time since he’d arrived. The flash of confusion and disbelief followed by a sharp twist of something darker, tinged with jealousy and disillusionment, as Jo added sharply. “I know the fucking story of Giselle, and unlike you? I fuckin’ understand it.”

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“Now, in case you were not aware,” They had had peace and quiet for the last thirty minutes - as the mother had begged her daughter not to dance, as the girl had forgone the warnings and danced like there would be no tomorrow with the suave duke-in-hiding that had swept her from her feet, as Giselle had danced for the noble crowd and been favored, and as the hunter had uncovered and discovered the duke’s deception - all the way up to the hunter retrieving the horn and summoning the noblemen back to have the duke’s identity uncovered in a harsh and brutal blow. But now, as the beautiful ballerina span and twisted and twirled in heartbreak and confusion at the revelation that her sweetheart had deceived her; the vicious monster chose then to open his mouth again. “The man? Has been betrothed and promised by fate to another this whole time.”

Jo felt herself being drawn out of the performance again, just as she’d been sliding back into the draw of it. Just as she’d felt her lips twitching in time to the smiles and delights of the performer’s face and the anguish and madness that was beginning to unfold on the stage below. Glancing out the corner of her eye, she could see the rugaru’s gaze was fixated on the dancers, his brown eyes fixed on the performance in a way she couldn’t remain as he spoke. Beside her, she could feel Will tensing again, and his hand shifted from the base of her spine where it had sat relaxed for the last part of the show to his own lap - as if pulled away by a zap to avoid feeling her emotions again in a way that felt like a slap all it’s own.

“He was always supposed to be with someone else, you see.” Hannibal’s words sounded so edged as the music swelled and below them, Giselle slowly collapsed to the floor to be comforted by her mother. “The foolish, stupid, naive girl thought otherwise but alas, fate always returns things to how they should be.”

The girl lept from the floor again, and as the crowd turned their backs on the beauty as she tore at her hair and reached for something outside of her grasp - as she reached towards the heavens and sought what couldn’t be seen, plucking daisies and wishing on petals onto to lose herself into the madness of her thoughts as she grasped the duke’s sword in a frenzy before she began dancing the madness out until her heart burst from the loss.

Jo found herself tearing up - not from the performance as the mother, lover, and hunter, in turn, wept at the dead Giselle’s form - but from the anger at the man beside her drawing her out of the moment to experience and appreciate the artistry and madness of it as the curtain dropped on the first Act. He had to choose now to make his point, to stick at her with pins and prick at the man beside her gritting his teeth harshly.

As the lights began to go up, and the quiet round of applause filled the space as the intermission started, Jo turned her head to look towards Will’s stony look. There was a pain in his eyes that she knew was from the suggestion, from the harsh look that the rugaru returned to him, from the accusation in it all towards him let alone the suggestion of Jo’s own foolishness or naivety. There was something that was cutting deeper between the pair that made her stomach tighten and flip in a way that she hadn’t felt regarding this one of her love’s before. She was used to seeing a deep cut pain in the shadow’s eyes on occasion when something would remind him of his past and that foul creature, but seeing it in Will’s eyes made her shudder.

“Alas, they were unwilling to have the girl do what she should have done, what she used to do too.” The man kept talking, his eyes fixed on the closed curtain for a moment before Jo found her brown’s being met with his as Hannibal turned to look at her directly. Hannibal’s voice was soft like velvet and the malice behind it was palpable. The words seeped into her ears and crawled through her mind insidiously as he stared at her, and for a brief moment, Jo could almost believe this was what sitting in the chair across from him was really like - the dark, twisted machinations of the monster who thought he could play god slipping inside of her to take shape in her nightmares and take root in her darkest moments - as he leaned closer towards her.

Jo heard the words more than she knew that she was saying them, the sharp grip of Will’s hand coming down around her elbow harshly as she felt herself sway forwards slightly as if a fly being drawn into the venus fly trap - the draw to danger calling out to her. “What was the girl supposed to do?”

His smile was as pointed and deadly as the implement itself, as Hannibal pinned her down with that cold look. “She was supposed to remove herself, stab through her heart and fall aside for the man’s fate and true happiness.” Jo felt herself being jerked harshly to her feet with a slight stumble in her heels as Will’s grip on her arm turned painful, and he dragged her from her seat. This was what he was afraid of, Jo knew it the instant she broke eye contact with the monster and instead looked towards the arctic freeze of Will’s face at that moment, icier than the cold winds that used to blow off of the lake back in Minnesota in the winter. Hannibal too found his way to his feet, with an elegance that matched the performers below, as he looked over her head to meet the other man’s stare in a way that the blonde knew she was no longer the point of the conversation. “She was supposed to stand aside, so that he could be with the person that knew him best, knew him longer than a flight of fancy, and knew all the parts of him. She was and is not the one he is intended for.”

“Interesting take, Hannibal.” Will’s words were as harsh as his grip, and as he pulled Jo back around the chairs and towards the doorway, Jo could tell that she’d have purple marks blooming by the morning that would be hard to explain. Marks of his own fears chasing him to his feet, and as Will pushed her out the door first, Jo could hear him hissing angrily back at the other man for all of a fraction of a second before the door was slammed shut with her outside alone and Will inside doing whatever he thought was warranted. “How about we discuss this some more-”

Jo had waited, uncomfortably rubbing at her sore elbow and shifting to lean against the wall beside the door when Will didn’t reappear within a minute. There wasn’t the sound of raised voices or harsh tones, and while she could easily simply walk back in - especially as the ringing chime sounded out for the end of the intermission over five minutes later - if the other had wanted her there, he would not have pushed her out like that.

As the final warning chime began, the blonde jerked off of the wall in surprise at the door slamming open again.

She expected the rugaru to come storming out and take a moment to recover himself before gliding down the stairs in his usually refined presentation, and barely a glance to be spared in her direction.

Instead, Will emerged and took her hand, gentler than the grip from before and his thumb rubbing over the ring she never took off like it was grounding him somehow. And then he tugged, pulling her to his side and starting for the stairs.

They were not going to be seeing the final act, They were not going to watch the duke be faced with the destruction his lies and falsehoods caused, the pain of the hunter as he was forced to suffer the same death as the woman he loved, the sharp relief of forgiveness from the girl to her duke before it was too late. The viciousness of the willies had always impressed Jo, and the ballet-blanc of the ghostly figures and their cruel desires to haunt and lash out like a true vengeful spirit had always sat well with her compared to the spirits and supernatural elements of other performances. But she wouldn’t get to curl into the warm arms of her own love as she watched Giselle plead for her duke’s life, instead, they’d be sat in the cat as her own love drove her home without finishing the story.

Glancing over her shoulder through the open door, Jo hadn’t been surprised as all to see the rigidly set, proud shoulders of the rugaru as the door slowly swung shut and they made their way down the stairs instead. It was just like him, to be unable to connect and understand the true meaning of a love story like that. To realize he was the jealous hunter, doomed for death.

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“Do you now?” Hannibal asked as he watched her begin the stirring process, methodical and swift in smooth motions that her feelings of simmering disdain and anger at losing a beautifully planned date was starting to boil up herself. It was strange to follow muscle memory when all her muscles wanted to do was throw the boiling water on the other and laugh in his scalding face. “What is your take on the piece then, Joanna?”

“Men are liars, men are cheats, men have no understanding of the impact of their actions.” Jo felt her hand twisting and spinning sharper with each sentence as if punctuating in the green foaming liquid itself her very point as she glared back at the other. “Men believe they know everything, that they can just... swoop in and explain away reality-”

“Do you mean men or me?” “Men like you think that you have a right to things that you don’t.” “You perhaps mistake me-” “You think that you had a right to disrupt and ruin somethin’ that made me and Will happy. Just cause you were jealous or lonely or fuckin’ miss Will.” “You seem to think a lot of things, Joanna.”

“Yeah well, you think that you know more than others, when you don’t.” Jo snapped the words back as she finished the final stir of the green liquid to a frothy point where the tiniest of air bubbles broke up the surface to a soft green that she would usually find herself staring at - reminded of the soft green that Will’s eyes could reach, or the soft green of the hoodie she stole from Grey - until it was ready but simply poured out into each of their cups this time with a snarl. “You think you know everythin’, when face it doc, I’ve made it clear I know much more ‘bout you than you’ll ever know ‘bout not only yourself but ‘bout me too.”

There was a quiet moment then, as she pushed the other’s drink across to him with a harsh shove that made the liquid rock almost to the lip of the mug before it settled down; and Jo was surprised to see that not-mask still in place but shifting to a curious look as the man stared down at the tea himself. She almost thought he might just be thinking about the same eyes that she did from the way he seemed to retreat in on himself for a moment under her surveillance before he blinked and the mask was back in place.

“Perhaps you are right,” The soft tone was back, the one that felt like any second he’d look across at her with that stare and she’d be stuck under his hypnotic spell - the one that everyone seemed to go under but she’d not felt in the man’s presence and that was much more controlled by her own reckless attitude than his usual tricks. Hannibal did lift his eyes to hers, but it held none of the persuasive fake niceties that they usually did when playing the human like he did with everyone else. “However, there is one thing that I do know about you.”

“Oh? And what the fuck’s that, buddy?”

The full-body shudder that happened right as he took a sip of his tea amused her greatly, and Jo could tell immediately it was from her snapped question and the term she flung at him rather than from anything else, as that cold fire flashed in his eyes for a brief second before the human-mask was back in place. There was a beat of silence as she watched him hold the tea in his hands and mouth for a long moment, as if trying to swallow down and not choke on her words rather than the tea itself, before Hannibal finally did and stared back at her hatefully.

“What I know, Joanna, is that you were the reason Will was out at the theater on the weekend. He made that point very clear,” The man hissed the last words out as quietly as possible, and Jo was suddenly curious as to what Will must have said behind the closed door before the curiosity disappeared as the man pushed himself to stand and set the unfinished drink back on the countertop with a scowl. “And that since I was the rude one of the evening, that it is only prudent that I will be held responsible for making amends.”

Jo bit down the snappy, sassy remark she could feel on the tip of her tongue, as she raised a brow up at him before the envelope from before was set down on the countertop beside the mug with far more grace and deliberation than Jo did practically anything in her life.

“I do hope you enjoy your next outing more,” Hannibal said plainly, tapping two fingers down upon the top of the envelope for a second before sliding it across towards her. “I took the liberty of giving you all four tickets for the box this time. So you can confirm with Will that you will not be disturbed unless you wish to be.” It sounded painful to hear as much as she was sure that tone was painful for him to speak in, and after a moment, the other added just as sharply, “And with that, I do believe I have an appointment elsewhere I must be getting to.”

“Uh-huh, sure sure.” Jo quipped back as she set her own mug down and moved in sync with the other as the unwelcome monster padded his way towards the front door under her wary observation. She was surprised to see him pause for a moment to stroke the top of the only dog’s head - Buster’s - that came near him as he reached the front door. It did, however, not surprise her that he waited for her to open the door and wave him out with all the stiff politeness that the man expected. That pretense and pretentiousness getting on her nerves as he turned back towards the door, likely for some parting shot, but not giving him the satisfaction as she slammed the door shut and slid the deadbolt into place.

She counted to ten Mississipi’s in her head before she turned back to the kitchen, switching off the burner under the almost dry pot with a flick of her wrist before Jo moved to pick up her tea in one hand and the envelope addressed in the decoratively clear writing to herself in the other.

At least she’d get to see the second act this time, maybe.

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The Naughty List- Writing Tag

Originally from @jennamoreci

THE RULES:

1) Provide a brief description of your novel before beginning. NO MORE THAN 5 SENTENCES.

Demons exist in our world, but they have been driven to the brink of extinction. Also hiding in the shadows are Esoterics, people who possess strange and unique powers. A rogue Esoteric has, with the help of demonic tampering, discovered a means to achieve immortality and will stop at nothing to reach this. It’s up to a gang of misfits to stop them and their allies from causing the end of the world as we know it, and along the way dealing with the pains and misadventures of growing up and falling in love.

2) If your cast is fewer than 15 characters, you can’t use the same name more than twice. If your cast is larger than 15 characters, you can’t use the same name more than once.

THE QUESTIONS:

#1 Which character is SO into the holidays, they nearly cause a street-wide power outage from all their Christmas lights?

Dianne. She has been brought to the future from the 16th century, and looks at everything with wonder and awe. While she already would have a typical Christmas spirit, seeing the huge variety of lights and decorations would undoubtedly excite her.

#2 Which character attends the office new years party with ONE date…and goes home with someone else?

Mahzun. He is extremely flirtatious and has made many an advance on women and occasionally men. The reason for this change in dates? Most likely boredom. 

#3 Which character is more than happy to steal Hanukkah gelt from poor, unsuspecting children? [Note: Hanukkah gelt = chocolate coins]

Maarku. As a demon bent on Wrath, he would be more than willing to wreak havoc in all kinds of ways. While he would prefer more violent methods, he’d probably be down with stealing candy from kids.

#4 Fill in the blanks: I saw ____[character]____ doing a whole lot more than ____[verb]____-ing Santa Claus. They were full on ____[action]____.

I saw Edmund doing a whole lot more than punching Santa Claus. They were full on attacking.

#5 One of your characters decides to pregame before church and passes out in the middle of the Christmas service. Which character is it?

Demarcus. While he wouldn’t necessarily get drunk and pass out, he would definitely fall asleep during a Christian church service, since he believes in the mythology of the ancient Greeks.

#6 Which character hasn’t been seen since winter began because they refuse to deal with the snow?

Monim. He was born and raised in a desert and has never truly experienced the cold until he traveled to America. He would stay in his apartment bundled up in a fort made of fuzzy blankets and drinking hot chocolate out of a giant mug–which is hilarious considering he’s one of the more “tough” characters!

#7 Which character completely forgot about the holidays and ends up regifting to everyone?

Mahzun, again. He would forget because he doesn’t care about the people he works with. The only person he really cares about at all is his sister, and even he would forget a gift for her since he’s so arrogant.

#8 Which character has such crappy luck, they only discover their potato allergy after pigging out on latkes?

Robin. While Robin doesn’t have a potato allergy specifically, he is one of the main characters who has the most bad luck. 

#9 The Krampus has arrived to punish your very bad characters. Which character is kinda into it?

Maarku, again. While not necessarily a sexual pleasure would be felt here, since he is asexual, he does get an adrenaline rush and would probably take the punishment from Krampus as a challenge.

#10 One of your characters should be on the naughty list, but has convinced Santa to clear their name. Which character is it, and what was their means of persuasion?

Amon. Amon is convinced to help the main antagonist with her goals on the condition that she will bring back his dead wife. He is one of the more sympathetic villains in the story and would most likely convince Santa to take his name off the naughty list with a sob story.

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Tagging: @adrift-in-writing

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Yes … believe it or not, it is getting to that point in the year that we both welcome and dread. Christmas. You may have missed it, but I’ve started posting a few festive reads on the blog over the past few days, just something Mandie and I thought (back in July/August) was a really good idea. Possibly not as we’re about as enthusiastic about Christmas as the Grinch, but hey ho (ho ho), it’s not all bad. I think. Do stop by for a few festive reading tips won’t you? Hopefully there’s a little something for everyone from the cosy and the kiddie, right through to the dark and the deadly. Always room for a little festive crime right?

Well, I had a busy old week last week achieving not a lot whilst seemingly doing loads. The week started perfectly – I was only at work for half a day before I was heading off down to London for November’s First Monday Crime panel. This month saw Barry Forshaw interview Stuart MacBride, Elodie Harper, Vaseem Khan and Simon Booker. An interesting debate was had by all regarding the idea of crime fiction v ‘literary fiction’, biggest mistakes made by newbie writers and whether there should be limits on how far you take your crime fiction.

A fantastic panel and I can heartily recommend both their books and First Monday Crime and if you want to find out more about next months panel, you can do so at their website here. December’s panel promises to be a doozy with Chris Whitaker, Louise Jensen, Mel McGrath and Susi Holliday alongside chair Claire McGowan. On top of that you’ll get to witness ‘Pitch the Audience’ where MC Howard Linskey will try to corral Rod Reynolds, Abir Mukherjee, Cass Green, Leye Adenle, Susi Holliday, Derek Farrell, Lisa Cutts, Chris Whitaker, Mason Cross, and James Carol as they bid to become ‘Pitch the Audience’ Champions for 2017. And books and pub visits. What more could you want? I’m booked. Maybe see you there?

And speaking of books, couldn’t resist the opportunity of getting a couple of signed books while I was there. Well … I went all that way. 😉

Book post wise, it’s been quite a quiet week for me. Nowt new there then lol. Just the one, a copy of Sai-Ko from author Gabriela Harding. Can’t wait to take a trip to the dark side with these short stories.

Other purchase wise, I’ve been good. At least if you own Amazon lol. I purchased the Killer Women Crime Club Book 2, Give Me The Child by Mel McGrath (also on audio); Little Liar by Clare Boyd and The Death Knock by Elodie Harper. From Netgalley, just the one, Know Me Now by CJ Carver. Also on audible was WhiteOut by Ragnar Jonasson. Well a girl needs to have the whole set.

Reading wise it’s been a bit of a mixed bag as my head is all over the place with work. I have managed 3.4 books though – one of them being a collection of short stories.

Books I have read

A Christmas Wish by Erin Green

Flora Phillips has an excuse for every disaster in her life; she was abandoned as a new-born on a doorstep one cold autumn night, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her philosophy is simple: if your mother doesn’t want you – who will?

Now a thirty-year-old, without a boyfriend, a career or home she figures she might as well tackle the biggest question of them all – who is she? So, whilst everyone else enjoys their Christmas Eve traditions, Flora escapes the masses and drives to the village of Pooley to seek a specific doorstep. Her doorstep.

But in Pooley she finds more than her life story. She finds friends, laughter, and perhaps even a love to last a lifetime. Because once you know where you come from, it’s so much easier to know where you’re going.

A story of redemption and love, romance and Christmas dreams-come-true, the perfect novel to snuggle up with this festive season.

A wonderfully uplifting and heart warming tale of Flora, a woman who is in search of her birth mother having been left on a doorstep as a baby. Great for Christmas, my review of this book will be on the blog this week. In the meantime you can buy a copy of the book here.

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The Advent Killer by Alastair Gunn

Christmas is coming. One body at a time. 

Three weeks before Christmas: Sunday, one a.m. A woman is drowned in her bathtub.

One week later: Sunday, one a.m. A woman is beaten savagely to death, every bone in her body broken.

Another week brings another victim.

As panic spreads across London, DCI Antonia Hawkins, leading her first murder investigation, must stop a cold, careful killer whose twisted motives can only be guessed at, before the next body is found. On Sunday.

When the clock strikes one . . .

A terrifying British debut thriller, The Advent Killer introduces DCI Antonia Hawkins, with the second in the series coming from Penguin in 2014. Fans of Chris Carter and Richard Montanari should be paying attention.

Now Christmas and murder … finally something I can identify with. Not literally of course and not in quite so gruesome a fashion as is presented in Alastair Gunn’s debut novel  I’ll be sharing my thoughts on this one very soon as one of my ‘festive reads’. You can buy a copy of the book here.

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Twelve Slays of Christmas by Jacqueline Frost

When Holly White’s fiancé cancels their Christmas Eve wedding with less than two weeks to go, Holly heads home with a broken heart. Lucky for her, home in historic Mistletoe, Maine is magical during Christmastime—exactly what the doctor prescribed. Except her plan to drown her troubles in peppermints and snickerdoodles is upended when local grouch and president of the Mistletoe Historical Society Margaret Fenwick is bludgeoned and left in the sleigh display at Reindeer Games, Holly’s family tree farm.

When the murder weapon is revealed as one of the wooden stakes used to identify trees on the farm, Sheriff Evan Grey turns to Holly’s father, Bud, and the Reindeer Games staff. And it doesn’t help that Bud and the reindeer keeper were each seen arguing with Margaret just before her death. But Holly knows her father, and is determined to exonerate him.The jingle bells are ringing, the clock is ticking, and if Holly doesn’t watch out, she’ll end up on Santa’s naughty list in Twelve Slays of Christmas, Jacqueline Frost’s jolly series debut.

After a bit of a gruesome murder, it was time to go all cosy. This is a beautiful book, full of all the festive spirit a lover of the season could want. Give or take the odd murder … I’ll be reviewing this very soon but you can buy yourself a copy right here.

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CWA Anthology of Short Stories: Mystery Tour

Crime spreads across the globe in this new collection of short stories from the Crime Writer’s Association, as a conspiracy of prominent crime authors take you on a world mystery tour. Highlights of the trip include a treacherous cruise to French Polynesia, a horrifying trek in South Africa, a murderous train-ride across Ukraine and a vengeful killing in Mumbai. But back home in the UK, life isn’t so easy either. Dead bodies turn up on the backstreets of Glasgow, crime writers turn words into deeds at literary events, and Lady Luck seems to guide the fate of a Twickenham hood. Showcasing the range, breadth and vitality of the contemporary crime-fiction genre, these twenty-eight chilling and unputdownable stories will take you on a trip you’ll never forget.

Contributions from: Ann Cleeves, C.L. Taylor, Susi Holliday, Martin Edwards, Anna Mazzola, Carol Anne Davis, Cath Staincliffe, Chris Simms, Christine Poulson, Ed James, Gordon Brown, J.M. Hewitt, Judith Cutler, Julia Crouch, Kate Ellis, Kate Rhodes, Martine Bailey, Michael Stanley, Maxim Jakubowski, Paul Charles, Paul Gitsham, Peter Lovesey, Ragnar Jónasson, Sarah Rayne, Shawn Reilly Simmons, Vaseem Khan, William Ryan and William Burton McCormick

A brilliant collection of short stories and perfect for dipping in and out of, which is exactly what I’m doing ahead of my stop on the blog tour next week. Featuring some of the best crime writers around, you’d be mad to miss it. I’ve already powered through 34% of the book without even realising it. You can preorder a copy here.

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Blogging wise, not quite as traumatic as last week, i.e. you haven’t had to suffer any more videos of me, but still busy none-the-less.

#BlogTour: Whiteout by Ragnar Jonasson

#Review: Zenka by Alison Brodie

Festive Reads: Mr Men & Little Miss at Christmas

Festive Reads: This Way To Christmas by Anita Bijsterbosh and Christmas Stories for Kids by Uncle Amon

Festive Reads: Enid Blyton’s Christmas Tales

Festive Reads: Santa, Please Bring Me A Gnome by An Swerts

#BlogTour: #IntoTheValley by Chris Clement-Green

#BookLove: Tracy Fenton

Review: Mr Men & Little Miss for Grown UpsFestive Reads: A Christmas Flower by Bryan Mooneyffiths163

#BlogTour: Bad Sister by Sam Carrington

Review: Elephant and Sheep and other stories by Patricia Furstenberg

The week ahead is another full one – are there any other kind. Personally, I am off to the UK launch of The Man Who Died by Antti Tuomainen on Wednesday and I can’t wait. It’s in the running to be my book of the year! Then the weekend sees the long awaited arrival of Hull Noir. Looking forward to lots of brilliant panels and getting to catch up with some amazing blogger friends.

In the meantime, I’ve a mixture of the usual reviews and blog tours to keep you all amused, starting today when I’ll be reviewing The Puppet Master by Abigail Osborne. Wednesday is the tour for The Future Can’t Wait by Angelena Boden and Saturday it’s Dying Day by Stephen Edger. And there will be some sharing of the #booklove with blogger Victoria Goldman.

And in other news – with the notable and excusable exception of Christmas Day and Boxing Day, today marks a whole year of posting every day, at least once, sometimes more. I set myself the challenge to see how long I could keep it up and I have to admit I am fluffing knackered now, but hey. Quite an achievement for a moderately busy gal like me I think. Go me. May have to celebrate.

Have a brilliant week all. See you on the other side

Jen

Rewind, recap: Weekly update w/e 12/11/17 Yes ... believe it or not, it is getting to that point in the year that we both welcome and dread.

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Genre: Action, 2D Action

Developer: TT Games

Publisher: Warner Bros. Interactive

ESRB Rating: Everyone-10

Release Date: October 30, 2012

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8-Bit Music : GD35HC

Action Assist : T1JM4R

Attract Studs : C7FJ7B

Berserker : UE5Z7H

Boromir (Captain) : HTYADU

Boss Disguises : F3H14H

Character Studs : PR3V4K

Denethor : RJV4KB

Disguises : MX26RJ

Elrond (2nd Age) : A9FB4Q

Eomer : U47AOG

Fall Rescue : WS68P2

Fast Build : A2LU58

Galadriel : 7B4VWH

Gamling : AVJII1

Gondor Ranger : LG5GI7

Grima Wormtongue : BU95CB

Hama : 73HJP6

King of the Dead : IH7E58

Lothlorien Elf : C2A58D

Lurtz (Newborn) : QL28WB

Madril : C19F3A

Minikit Chest Finder : A24TVJ

Mithril Brick Finder : B72D7E

Mithril Hearts : 2MCRDN

Mouth of Sauron : F4M7FC

Poo Studs : D49TXY

Quest Finder : EY4K32

Radagast the Brown : 5LV6EB

Regenerate Hearts : H5L6N6

Ringwraith White : LYQU1F

Shagrat : PJB6MV

Studs x2 : 1F5YH2

Cheats

Bilbo Baggins : J4337V

Easterling : R7XKDH

Gamling : AVJII1

Ringwraith White : LYQU1F

Exclusive Elrond (2nd Age)

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Unlockables

Unlockables

Elrond (2nd Age) : Get a 100% game completion to unlock Elrond (2nd Age)

Newborn Uruk-Hai : Get a 100% game completion to unlock Newborn Uruk-Hai.

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Trophies

Trophy List

And away he goes, Precious! (Silver) – Use Smeagol to defeat Gollum when Gollum is the buddy.

Hobbits really are amazing creatures. (Gold) – Complete all the HUB mini games.

I think I’m quite ready for another adventure! (Silver) – Achieve True Adventurer in every level. (Single Player Only)

It’s a dangerous business going out your door. (Bronze) – Complete The Black Rider on the Road.

It’s gone. (Gold) – Complete Journey’s End.

Let’s hunt some Orc! (Bronze) – Complete The Skirmish of Amon Hen.

My precious! (Gold) – Collect every collectible.

Naughty little fly! (Bronze) – Complete Shelob’s Lair.

Not with 10,000 men could you do this. (Gold) – Unlock all characters. (Single Player Only)

Of all the inquisitive Hobbits. (Silver) – Collect all the Character Profiles.

On the precious. (Bronze) – Complete The Taming of Gollum.

One does not simply walk into Mordor. (Silver) – Simply walk into Mordor. (Single Player Only)

One Ring to build them all. (Platinum) – Obtain all other Trophies.

Safe is where I’ll keep you. (Bronze) – Complete Track the Hobbits.

That is no trinket you carry. (Bronze) – Complete The Camp at Weathertop.

That still only counts as one! (Silver) – Defeat an Oliphaunt as Legolas.

The battle for Middle-earth is about to begin. (Bronze) – Complete The Battle of Helm’s Deep.

The day the strength of men failed. (Bronze) – Complete The Battle of the Last Alliance.

The last laugh. (Gold) – Use Tom Bombadil’s laugh to destroy Sauron in Free play.

There and back again. (Gold) – Get 100%. (Single Player Only)

There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. (Gold) – Deliver all the treasure items.

They have been summoned. (Bronze) – Complete The Paths of the Dead.

This day we fight! (Bronze) – Defeat the Mouth of Sauron.

This is no mine. It’s a tomb! (Bronze) – Complete Moria – Balin’s Tomb.

What about second breakfast? (Silver) – Complete Weathertop in Free Play.

You and whose army? (Bronze) – Complete The Battle of the Pelennor Fields.

You shall not pass! (Bronze) – Complete Moria – Bridge of Khazad-dûm.

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Also Known As: LEGO Lord of the Rings

Genre: Action, 3D Platform

Developer: TT Games

Publisher: Warner Bros. Interactive

ESRB Rating: Everyone-10

Release Date: November 13, 2012

Hints

Currently we have no tips for LEGO: The Lord of the Rings yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

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8-Bit Music : GD35HC

Action Assist : T1JM4R

Attract Studs : C7FJ7B

Berserker : UE5Z7H

Boromir (Captain) : HTYADU

Boss Disguises : F3H14H

Character Studs : PR3V4K

Denethor : RJV4KB

Disguises : MX26RJ

Elrond (2nd Age) : A9FB4Q

Eomer : U47AOG

Fall Rescue : WS68P2

Fast Build : A2LU58

Galadriel : 7B4VWH

Gamling : AVJII1

Gondor Ranger : LG5GI7

Grima Wormtongue : BU95CB

Hama : 73HJP6

King of the Dead : IH7E58

Lothlorien Elf : C2A58D

Lurtz (Newborn) : QL28WB

Madril : C19F3A

Minikit Chest Finder : A24TVJ

Mithril Brick Finder : B72D7E

Mithril Hearts : 2MCRDN

Mouth of Sauron : F4M7FC

Poo Studs : D49TXY

Quest Finder : EY4K32

Radagast the Brown : 5LV6EB

Regenerate Hearts : H5L6N6

Ringwraith White : LYQU1F

Shagrat : PJB6MV

Studs x2 : 1F5YH2

Cheats

Bilbo Baggins : J4337V

Easterling : R7XKDH

Gamling : AVJII1

Ringwraith White : LYQU1F

Exclusive Elrond (2nd Age)

To unlock the exclusive Elrond (2nd Age), enter the cheat: A9FB4Q

Unlockables

Unlockables

Elrond (2nd Age) : Get a 100% game completion to unlock Elrond (2nd Age)

Newborn Uruk-Hai : Get a 100% game completion to unlock Newborn Uruk-Hai.

Easter eggs

Currently we have no easter eggs for LEGO: The Lord of the Rings yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Glitches

Currently we have no glitches for LEGO: The Lord of the Rings yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Guides

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Achievements

Achievement List

. And away he goes, Precious! (10) – Defeat Gollum as Gollum.

A link to the elements. (5) – Craft the Fire and Ice Bows. (Single Player Only)

A Wizard should know better! (25) – Complete ‘Osgiliath’.

An expected journey. (5) – Travel to Trollshaws as Bilbo.

Dance of the dead. (10) – Turn an enemy into a skeleton and make them dance.

Delved too greedily. (25) – Collect more than 10,000,000,000 studs. (Single Player Only)

Don’t tell the Elf. (10) – Throw Gimli 30 times.

Great! .Where are we going? (5) – Form The Fellowship of the Ring.

Here’s a pretty thing! (30) – Craft every Mithril item. (Single Player Only)

I told you he was tricksy. (30) – Collect all the Red Bricks. (Single Player Only)

I’m glad to be with you. (10) – Complete a level in co-op.

I’ve always been taller! (10) – Use the Ent Draught on Pippin.

It won’t be that easy! (5) – During ‘Prologue’, jump into the fires of Mount Doom as Isildur.

It’s a dangerous business. (25) – Complete ‘The Black Rider’.

It’s gone. (25) – Complete ‘Mount Doom’.

Let’s hunt some Orc! (25) – Complete ‘Amon Hen’.

My Precious. (50) – Collect all the Mithril Bricks. (Single Player Only)

Naughty little fly. (25) – Complete ‘The Secret Stairs’.

Not with 10,000 men. (30) – Unlock all characters. (Single Player Only)

Of all the inquisitive Hobbits. (30) – Unlock all the Map Stones in Middle-earth. (Single Player Only)

On the Precious. (25) – Complete ‘Taming Gollum’.

One does not simply. (5) – Walk into Mordor.

Our only wish to catch a fish! (10) – Fish perfectly 20 times by pressing the icon as it flashes.

Pointy-eared Elvish princeling. (10) – Defeat 42 Uruk-hai as Legolas.

Ready for another adventure. (30) – Achieve True Adventurer in every level. (Single Player Only)

Return of the Mushroom King. (5) – Equip Aragorn with the Mushroom Crown.

Safe is where I’ll keep you. (25) – Complete ‘Track Hobbits’.

Soft and quick as shadows. (25) – Complete ‘The Dead Marshes’.

Stinking creatures. (25) – Complete ‘Warg Attack’.

Taking the Hobbits to Isengard. (10) – Travel to Isengard as every playable Hobbit.

That is a rare gift. (10) – Reach the top of Amon Hen without being caught once by Boromir. (Single Player Only)

That is no trinket you carry. (25) – Complete ‘Weathertop’.

That one counts as mine! (10) – Finish one of Gimli’s opponents as Legolas in ‘Helm’s Deep’.

That still only counts as one! (10) – Defeat an Oliphaunt as Legolas.

The battle is about to begin. (25) – Complete ‘Helm’s Deep’.

The long way around. (25) – Complete ‘The Pass of Caradhras’.

The Lord of the Ring. (30) – Complete the Bonus Level.

The strength of Men failed. (25) – Complete ‘Prologue’.

There and Back Again. (75) – Get 100%. (Single Player Only)

There’s some good in this world. (50) – Complete all the Fetch Quests in Middle-earth. (Single Player Only)

They have been summoned. (25) – Complete ‘The Paths of the Dead’.

This day we fight! (25) – Complete ‘The Black Gate’.

This is no mine. it’s a tomb. (25) – Complete ‘The Mines of Moria’.

We cannot linger. (10) – Complete ‘The Mines of Moria’ in under 15 minutes.

We did it, Mr. Frodo. (25) – Complete ‘Cirith Ungol’.

What about second breakfast? (10) – Complete 2 cooking puzzles.

Worth greater than the Shire. (10) – Dress a character completely in treasure items.

You and whose army? (25) – Complete ‘The Battle of Pelennor Fields’.