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[montywonmom]

Monty was too in her own head to catch on this wasn't her brother. Witch gifts or not it was a pretty big leap to go assuming someone had gone and switched bodies even if someone was acting a little off.

All she really knew was her brother kept calling her impatient when she already told him she had a Valentine's date waiting. She rather liked the idea of keeping a guy waiting a little. It keeps them in anticipation and lets them know she's hardly desperate. They weren't THAT important. So, she didn't mind too much playing out her brother's incessant need to check up on his mother.

He continued to say things that seemed a little weird, but he was weird, so she just kept thinking he's having a weirder day than usual. It must be the holiday hype. The excitement must be too much for wee Bayden and his boring life.

Leave his meds out this. Blah blah blah. She rolled her eyes.

As for ponies and Star Wars? She turned it around on him.

"Of course I do. Every time you call the family tv."

Monty would show no apparent attention or notice to the apparition or vision showing all the more it was all in Celeste's view. Well, Celeste's view from within Bayden's body, or so it would seem.

Monty crossed her arms as her brother kept dragging out reasons to dance. That was the most unusual. It was usually him begging her to hurry up and she'd be lucky if he wasn't begging for more when it was over and have to put her foot down.

There he was trying to be clever again with the sparklers from last July still sitting in the garage.

"Okay. Okay. Cute."

Then Bayden decided to put on a song through his phone though she always had hers ready for him. The theme was appropriate to her. Unknown to Celeste, or maybe she did, but it was a song the brother and sister had shared before. If Celeste got anything right wearing a Bayden skin suit, she got that right. It was his passive aggessive attitude on the world all wrapped up in a song. Passive aggression was something Bayden was great at reading and dishing. Maybe Celestis just liked the song or maybe she found it on his playlists and just chose randomly. Whatever reason Celeste chose it the real Bayden may never get to know. But, that was what no one understood about Bayden at this point in his life that actually knew him. Maybe he was set up, but it didn't matter. He chose every step along the way. He chose to stay in this bumsack asylum of a Hellspace and make it his own paradise. He fucking loved his mother and sister in spite of it all.

Then Monty would finally get that traditional dance, the one Bayden and she had every year. This is when from within the windows of Bayden's blue eyes Celeste would actually see the family fun he clings to.

Monty would dance.

She wouldn't just stand there like a lump at her brother's side tracking the time like she wanted it to be over already. No. She smiled. She swayed. She whooshed her hair to the side and curled his tattooed hands into hers in a playful way. She'd giggle and try to make him turn out to spin her. She'd even sing the last few lines out loud with him like the song was a celebration between them and their life was a party nobody else was invited to. It'd be a proper dance that got a little silly and rambunctious near the end.

"My waaaaaaay!"

Then they'd see a flash because of course late in life Judith would have her flash set on her phone.

"Aww, my BayBay. Home. My sweet perfect children."

Jude entered the room with a light in her eyes, a dainty glass in her hand, and satin robe, and bare feet.

"I didn't know you were coming. What a perfect night."

She sounded too tipsy and full of joy to be upset Monty pulled Bayden home without permission first.

"I got it." She shook her phone. She was so happy she managed to get a shot of them dancing. She stuck her tongue out at them feeling sneaky.

She'd come right up and embrace Bayden like she hadn't seen him in years. It was certainly a special ocassion greeting hug. She'd start popping kisses all over the side of his cheeks while she had him in her grasp.

There was an experience Celestis would never have known from her own psychiatrist. Kisses and hugs like family instead of professional distance. Now she was inside Bayden's body really getting the Bayden's life experience.

Then she'd twirl her finger, "Keep it going Monty-girl. My stunning girl." She meant the music. "Let it run." She didn't know who's phone it was coming from. Her hips would sway and she took Monty's hand and they'd take a moment to dance a square or two around the family room.

She'd swirl her way over to the counter and leaned as the joy never stopped. "I'm next, you know." She pointed at Bayden. "You're giving your momma a dance too. I want a dance from my boy. My boy. My boy. My boy who came to save me from having to spend Valentine's dancing alone." She was refilling her glass.

Even Monty would stroke Bayden's ego here and say, "You know he's always there to save you, Mom."

"Oh, I know. I know. My boy loves me. What do you got?" She teased Monty.

Monty laughed and smiled, "A date. I'll leave this to you two."

It was all a fun and fancy free type feeling the moment Jude entered the room. She wasn't in director mode. She was in mom mode in the comfort of her own home.

"No no. One more before you go." Jude plead so tickled inside by the whole thing. "Then you can make those boys out there suffer wanting you. My so pretty girl."

Then Celeste would have to stand there in Bayden's body and watch as mother and daughter danced a fun and laughter filled dance Witchraft. Another Frankie song. "Pull me some Witchcraft, BayBay." She knew Bayden would have a whole playlist of Sinatra because she knew her brother. The song would just make the pair laugh and giggle. Jude would throw her head back as Monty spun her. This was Wardeyn family fun.

He... she could watch as the mother/daughter pair shared some fun filled laughter in the family room. Monty called over, "Look what you got me into, Bay." But, she wouldn't look upset at all. Just fun and silliness.

Jude would put the back of her hand on her head after like she was winded with glee. "Oh my. These dancing feet still have a little kick in them." She went over to take a sip of her glass.

Monty would finally pick up her phone to leave. She hadn't seen Bayden's text just yet. She was too busy with the momma ambush. As she gathered her handbag to go and with Jude so happy, to the outside looking in, it might have looked like the most normal happy family ever. They could be a beautiful family portrait. The real Bayden lived for these moments sitting in his little assisted living house watching his old home from afar. They didn't come often.

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The real Bayden back at the asylum was still in Rowan's body, the girl who Celestis jumped into and who's body he always knew as his friend Rowan until recently. The girl who he'd known for so many years wasn't even the girl he thought she was, but in that he also came to realize no matter what name she went by, it had always been the same person since he'd known that body whether she'd stolen it or not. Accidently or not.

But right now none of that was in his-her head. He was Rowan now. The only thing in his head was knowing he was missing time with his sister. She only came once a month unless there was a holiday. Inside he was longing for it. Every time his mother passed him in the halls of Briarcliff and didn't recognize him he didn't feel the freedom he thought he might. He felt lost. Absolutely misplaced. He felt like he was slowly disappearing like he might just vanish. For as many times as he wished to be invisible the feeling was absolutely atrocious.

He knew if this was how Celestis felt every time she accidently touched someone her life fucking sucked. No wonder she wanted to sit around in Briarcliff and waste away.

He put on a dress. It was Valentine's Day. There was always some games and fun in the community room. It took everything in him to not cry. He tried to focus on going out to join Clarrissa. She might have been a mute child, but at least someone still liked him. Even facing Clarrissa without being his complete self felt daunting. She didn't get the same light in her eyes he was used to from being pals for so long in there. It was the same with the nurses. Janet. He had no refuge. The staff he was buddies with, the inside jokes were all gone.

He was trying to get to know her life, but it was hard.

He was alone.

He wasn't sure he could do it. Not today of all days.

MONTGOMERY WARDEYN.

Sibling what?  Code of conduct?

She sneered her nose at the wording. Bayden suddenly sounded like he was raised in Catholic school or maybe he’d been watching too much Brit tv. What the fuck? 

She let that weirdness go when he asked to call him more. 

“Okay? I know damn well you have a phone. I thought you didn’t like we couldn’t be completely honest there in case people were listening. But, okay. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. You’re trying to check up on my dates again. You worry too much. I can take care of myself, but if it makes you feel better, I will.” 

Celeste hit on one unknowingly with that one and scored big for Bayden. He might not know it yet, but if Monty followed through, he would be thankful later. Shocked and thankful. 

When Bayden pointed to the cams she shook her head. “Stop foiling my dreams, Bay.” She crossed her arms and pouted when she realized she was wrong. 

Then there came something to bring her back up. 

“A surprise? For me? What are you talking about now?” 

She looked around at the chinzy tackiness of it all. 

“You are right about that. I do deserve better.” 

Once they were talking about Janet and he was trying to steer her away from it Monty continued to be wow-ed and weirded out by the manner in which Bayden spoke. It was just so flowery. It seemed off, but funny. 

“Why do you sound like a mashup of Star Wars, My Little Pony, and Friends with a dash of wannabe Deadpool only you’re not pulling any of them off?” She was laughing softly poking fun at how he spoke which was probably a good thing because it distracted her from the actual conversation’s topic more than what the fake Bayden was trying to do. Celeste’s flowery way of speaking was definitely catching her ear and seemed to over do it when trying to act like a don’t-care-boy, sort of like Amanda Bynes in She’s the Man. She just didn’t quite pull it off and if an audience was watching it would be pretty damn fun. It also wasn’t enough to make Monty jump to any crazy conclusions like it wasn’t her brother in that skin, but it certainly raised a brow. 

“Oswald?” Monty shrieked shrill at Bayden’s analogy of himself in a suit because Monty knew something else Celeste didn’t know. 

“And that’s a bad thing? I mean it is for me, maybe not for you, but  I told you never to bring your obsession with him up again. Your celebrity crush on him got way too descriptive and TMI for even me of all things you wanted to do to that man, brother dear. You are out of hand, Bayden. You did that on purpose just to put all those images back in my head, didn’t you? Sneaky, sneaky. I’ll get you back for that.” 

Sibling stories were spilling. Bayden’s secrets were too. Celebrity crush. Robin Lord Taylor. Now she knows. Rogue wasn’t the only comic book character brought to life on screen Bayden had an affinity for. 

It seemed after that Bayden tried to save face after Monty’s mocking and speak about who he danced with in real life. Screw fake crushes. Something real happened to him? Monty lifted yet another brow. 

“Shhh. Oh my gawd Bayden. We’re a little close to the house to be saying that place’s name out loud. Mom’ll gut you. You know she’s terrified of you loving him more than her. You and your daddy issues. AND don’t say that’s crazy because we both already know she’s crazy. But okaaaaaaaaay. Okay. I believe you. You danced with a girl. Your secrets are safe with me. Always are. You know that.” 

She still sneered her nose up because there was no telling what Bayden got up to in the Hotel Cortez. It was the family’s weak spot when it came to Bayden. It was where they fucked up and let out his leash too far. 

“But you are talking weird. You are just extra today, Bay. Did they change your meds again? You always get weird when they change your meds.” 

Everything got light again with the tale of their childhood. It felt good to Monty to relive it. She parked in the garage and the door would close behind them. Once it down they were safe. 

“Safe. It’s down. You can sit up. We’re home. We can act normal now. No more show for the hospital.” 

She’d get out and head into the house through a side kitchen door. The house was as it always was. 

“Mom. We’re home!” Monty called out and set the keys in dish on the counter. 

The doctor’s voice would come from the bathroom way down a long wing in the hall. 

“Thank you for bringing my boy on this day of love. My children are home at last.” Then a big splash was heard as she laughed kicking her feet around in her bubbles. 

Monty’s eyes shifted over to Bayden, “Told ya and looky there, still alive. Not drowned yet. Worry wart.”  “Now, what’s the surprise? And our dance before figures out how to get out of the tub or let me guess. You have to go help her first?”  ( @montywonmom )

Today was shaping up to be more of a Valentine's DAYMARE than a s i b l i n g celebration.

Everything had turned out to be ROCKY at best && the weight of unresolved emotions hung heavily in themselves.

“ I KNOW, I k n o w. It’s just that I care, okay? You’re not just my little sister. You're my ONLY l i t t l e sister Monty. I can’t help but think about all the potential creeps out there. GOOD at l e a s t text once in a while if you can't call me. ”

Not that they believed in Montgomery to keep her word. Relying on her was more often a gamble or a risk more times than not ending in disappointment. There was no doubt Bayden countlessly had reached out only for his efforts to dissolve into the quicksand of her busy lifestyle/ignoring her big brother. Yet the urge to connect — to try was far stronger than the fear of not trying to help Bayden in the very end.

It honestly sucks to like someone, let alone care. They already learned what happens when you do. It never works out in the end.

They NEEDED to s t a y focused. They NEEDED to not s c r e w this up. But doubts lurked in the corners of the back of there mind whispering deceptive thoughts that threatened to unravel there focus. Each passing whisper fed off there anxiety only amplifying the sense of urgency that coursed through their veins.

Knowing the bond he had with his sister was significant to Bayden himself && rather than letting the day's LESS-than-g l a m o r o u s moments push && pull as they urgently were rushing Montgomery. They needed to make sure DR. W a r d e y n was ok.

" I'll stop foiling your DREAMS when you stop being i m p a t i e n t, " a faint smirk on Bayden's features as they continued to walk alongside Montgomery.

" SEE? You're being Impatient a g a i n! I guess I'll keep foiling your dreams when you least expect me to. " Knowing full well that Bayden himself would have relished in a little game with his sister like this priding on being the dream disruptor to his sister jokingly. Keeping her hopefully intrigued about her valentine surprise at least as they held a certain smugness && ignored her on purpose.

Not that the oddly oversized absurdity of cheesy Valentine decorations clinging to the white walls desperately trying to make something out of nothing. That ' CHINTZY t a c k i n e s s ' couldn’t be helped — neither could it overshadow how they felt about themselves being Bayden in the moment.

Desperately trying to make something out of nothing. Trying so desperately to be someone else — all over again.

Wow. More than anything they were slightly impressed Montgomery knew the words ' Star Wars ' let alone ' My Little Pony '.

" Did I just hear you say My Little Pony? Star Wars? I bet you secretly watch My Little Pony when no ones around, " Half in disbelief && half in shock && half joking for once.

" Maybe not that DRAMATIC, but a bit more — expressive && a tiny bit nervous than usual . . . " A tiny bit nervous was an understatement as they stared at the ceiling of Montgomery's car questioning when they were going to figure out they were a fake.

Only underneath the lightness in the moment was a level of anxiety that couldn't be comprehended in the kind of way that felt like they've done wrong.

" How dare you! I'm simply expressing my 50-s h a d e s-of love for Robin Lord Taylor!!! "

An ache flaring in there chest as they were learning things about Bayden from someone else && not exactly from himself hit very different. Each little detail shared felt like a knife — twisting with the realization that this felt invasive. That's not the way they wanted to know him. Shoving the thoughts from there mind as that's the least of there problems right now but a sharp ache still remained.

If she wants sneaky. They'll show Montgomery sneaky. Whipping Bayden's phone out so secretly && with a bit of heavy concentration to do what they wanted to do while Montgomery drove they sent her a text && an image from the backseat!

[ 📱 — text to Montgomery from Bayden ] Nothing freaky to see here at all. [ X ]

" You do know HOUSES can't hear r i g h t? Please seek professional help if you start hearing houses Monty. The crazy in our Mom doesn't fall to far from the crazy in us. We just make it lOoK gOoD. Minus your expert level on house whispering now! So rude of you keeping that from me. That's why you need to CALL me m o r e. But yea. Don't tell Mom. I'll also keep your HOUSE w h i s p e r i n g from Mom too. "

Joking into it more than trying to take what she said seriously or to heavy, because they know how Bayden felt about Hotel Cortez && at the same time they can't say they feel the same way as them. They've only been there once.

" Leave my meds out of this!!! I'm doing this MY w a y this year, " as if her big brother has had this moment in his mind for a while. Yet she's been questioning them ever since they arrived at Briarcliff. Being reminded of an pitbull that won't let go of it's toy.

Though in all trueness, they couldn't compare to the real Bayden. However, they did plan this in case of this happening. Only thing they wished they could change was there situation with Bayden prior. In the kind of way to prepare themselves to be the Bayden Montgomery expects to be would have helped more then trying to grasp into improv.

" Ha ha Monty VERY f u n n y. " They retorted not so amused. Now that they were actually in a parked car. Getting up slowly from the back seat of her car as soreness throbbed from there stomach.

Only the moment they open the car door to get out there was a familiar rancid smell overwhelming them.

The KIND of s m e l l that they knew wasn't existent but only in there mind. Casually stepping out of the car into the garage there ' IT ' was again.

On the cemented ground of the garage the visage of a dead girl again laid a few ways away from them, as they recall seeing her near the laundry room last time they visited. Her skin swollen about to split any moment. Once a beautiful young girl but now just a tangled decaying rot of a mess.

As that smell that filled the entire garage was like potted meat left in the sun. It doesn't help that the empty glassy appearance of it's eyes followed them like a Decayed-Mona-Lisa, as the veins around it's eyes appeared black making it much harder to pry there own attention away.

They knew she wasn't real, or actually there, but that didn't mean it didn't startle them.

Or was it? They question to themselves that there might be more to Bayden. With so many EYES on h i m, they couldn't investigate the matter on there own without the questions being raised if there was something wrong with him.

After all, if they ' SWAP b o d i e s ' why couldn't Bayden see thing's that other's can't? His family tree comes from a LINE of w i t c h e s/w i z a r d s.

Where the voices more than just voices && the things they see more than just that. Or where they projecting what they desire Bayden to be?

But why it had moved from the Laundry Room to the Garage? Did it move because ' IT ' followed them in the kind of way they spent some time in the garage back in Christmas? Or had it moved to lead them. In the kind of way that the dead girl was trying to show Bayden something.

It won't be solved standing around making Montgomery suspect something was wrong with them. They already had enough to actually worry about right now. Closing the car door gently as if everything was normal. No smell. No dead girl. Just them walking over to pick up something they hid during Christmas that they needed to use.

Following Montgomery into DR.W a r d e y n ' s home through the side kitchen door. It looked exactly the same when they visited.

But it was such a relief to hear DR.W a r d e y n ' s voice, to feel a burden weight lift from her shoulders.

Never had they ever felt so awkward && out of place standing there in an actual family unit. Dysfunctional. But still a family unit. Better then Rowan's && her own situation anyway.

The way there tongue felt thick && full of cotton suddenly. As if anything they wanted to say back in that moment wouldn't come out. Staring down the hallway where DR. W a r d e y n ' s voice came from.

“ ALRIGHT, a l r i g h t ! I won’t jump to help Mom just yet, ” they said, crossing there arms with playful mock sternness. “ But you’re RIGHT, we should probably dance like nobody’s w a t c h i n g before she sets sail on her bubble sea. ”

On that note they began walking past Montgomery with ease && little hesitation as if they've known this house all there life.

" Stay here for a second Monty I want to do something first — " they sounded more serious as they went to the living room && though they felt terribly stupid, in the kind of way that made them feel utterly embarrassed.

They put 5 sparklers In the shape of an ' M ' for Montgomery in a aluminum can they already put holes in to hold them. Finding them around Christmas when they where restless.

Turning off the living room lights leaving it nicely dark enough. Fiddling with Bayden's phone ready as they lowered the volume so it wasn't hella loud after lighting one sparkler after another until they were all lit, sparkling in that ' M ' for her to clearly see.

" You can come look now, " not so loud but just loud enough for Montgomery to catch.

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıılıı.lllııılı. Now Playing [My Way] 0:07 ———♡——— 4:36 ◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷

" — Montgomery Wardeyn will you do me the honor of having this dance with me? "

[queerromancerecs]

Axel's Pup by Kim Dare

Title: Axel’s Pup, Werewolves & Dragons 1

Author: Kim Dare

Summary: As the landlord of The Dragon’s Lair and leader of The Black Dragons Motorcycle Club, Axel Carmichael has seen it all and done it all. He’s a respected and experienced dom. Nothing shocks him any more, and nobody catches him off guard.When Bayden rides up to The Dragon’s Lair on a bike worth more than most men earn in a year, and immediately demonstrates that he has far more attitude than sense, it’s easy for Axel to write him off as a silly little rich boy who’s about to get himself killed.But, there’s more to Bayden than meets the eye. He’s no silly little boy, rich or otherwise, and werewolves aren’t easy to kill.

Genre: paranormal, romance, werewolves, British contemporary 

Ship type: m/m, human/werewolf

Why you like it: Kim Dare is great at writing characters who you care deeply about.

Axel and Baden are interested in each other from their first meeting, but Axel has the sense to realise they often don’t understand each other, and takes it slow.

Baden knows how vulnerable he would be if he ever went against his family’s warnings and trusted a human. 

To the extent that Axel has ever thought about the wolf laws, which he was taught about in school, he thinks they’re pretty much unenforced and irrelevant nowadays. 

One I’ve reread many times. Published 2015. The second book in the series has yet to be published.

Content tags: abuse, entrenched legal oppression of werewolves, sex work, fights, bdsm

Link 

(image description: a shirtless white man with hands bound as if for boxing above the book title, with a background of several parked motorcycles)

[nyantry]

Background - Significant Threads

If you're new here - or if you're old here but like season recaps - then boy do I got a treat for ya! Here's Nico and Dmitry's background, in the form of links to threads. Note that you'll have to hunt through my blog, since the blogs I'm replying to are gone. That's mostly fine though! I'm gonna try to save stuff to the Wayback Machine in the future to prevent this problem. No promises though.

Timeline (Chronological)

Teen Nico meets Luka, Dmitry's other identity. [ X ]

Luka meets Nico's bandmates - including Billie, who is actually Murmur in disguise. Yikes! [ X ]

Luka meets Nico's foster family - a ton of cool people. Forever in Luka/Dmitry's heart. [ X ]

Nico and Dmitry meet, talking about Sharknado of course. [ X ]

Dmitry is kidnapped by Dr. Jenner Chernabog, from Hell. In this one, Dmitry dies and his mission is given to him by the Archangel Samael: to save Nico the halfling. Dmitry accepts, unable to bear the thought of abandoning Nico. Additionally, Nico's wings are amputated, Dmitry's corpse's wings are grafted on as a replacement, and Ophelia (formerly Jack the Ripper) replaces Nico's heart with that of Dmitry's corpse's. Dmitry and Nico are now forever bound to each other. [ X | cw: torture ]

The graveyard thing, where Nico and Dmitry's soul are actually frankentied to each other's. Now they share one composite soul, an action that cannot be undone, even though both Heaven and Hell find it blasphemous. [ X | A ]

Context behind one of Nico's more important Hell trips - and one of the conversations Dmitry (in retrospect) found most pivotal. Something about how Nico sees & appreciates him sunk in. [ X ]

Rescuing Nova, Nico's mom. Super important. [ X ]

A wedding! It's a day for a glorious wedding! We never got around to the writing of it, but probably in a flashback thread later on, don't worry! Still, Nadya (Dmitry's mom) finds out he's alive, after all, and that he's getting married. This link is somewhere in the middle of the reblogs, sorry. [ X ]

Okay, so maybe Dmitry did actually steal a penguin. But in his defense, Gary is adorable, how could he not? [ X ]

Jovan died, oops. Actually, Nico killed Dmitry's friend Jovan. Bigger oops. Inspired by Freaky Friday. [ X ]

Dmitry shares his suicide note in his journal, for only Nico to see. Deeply personal. [ X ]

An unfortunate body switch between Nico and Luka, ending in Murmur getting involved, Dmitry technically dying, and an intoxicating soul-swimming session. [ X ]

And now we're here, four years later, after arguments about Nico's involvement with Murmur and Hell, and Dmitry feeling guilty about... a lot. [ X ]

Alternate Timelines

A - In another timeline, things don't go well. Nico steals Dmitry's corpse, Dmitry tries to get him back. Nico is too far in his delusions to let go of the corpse. [ X | #v: under the ash ]

B - Dmitry, as a 17yo, not dead yet, meets Bayden at a psychiatric facility, after murdering his father. [ X | #v: slit throat therapy ]

C - Hogwarts AU! Dmitry is a Ravenclaw, Nico is a Slytherin, they're both teens. Unfortunately, I'm working on tagging these posts, but probably if you search "Not Winston" it'll show up. [ X | #v: erised]

[ @iconoclast-infidels ]

[wicked-legacies]

Happy Valentines Day Bayden,

( ♡ @cryptid-killjoy ♡ )

In Bayden’s Mailbox would be a handdrawn card reading “ Ewwww Feelings ; have a unhappy valentines day Bayden ” with messy glitter all over the card.

       But also inside Bayden’s mailbox were a mix assortment of lollipops of all sorts all glued up glitter from the crafts room all wrapped up like a glittery lollipop flowery bouquet ; a tag note stuck out saying “ hope you choke on glitter then at least your x-rays will be glamorous --- Rowan “

[qwafnoodles]

I've had this story burning in my mind for a long time now, and I've decided to try and put it into words to mild success

It's called "The Ranna Chronicles". it's about a group of teenagers who travel across different worlds in the name of discovery, but end up causing a lot of mayhem

They discover that what they've been told about the lands across the barriers separating the worlds may not be completely true.

At first the story's G but later on it's going to go into some mature themes. Nothing graphic in it.

Might eventually post the chapters here on Tumblr too if anyone cares (I sincerely doubt it lmao) but for now it lives on Wattpad here. I'll tag any updates with #rannachronicles. Probably going to be running for a while longer considering all the stuff I want to hit

Here's the summary I wrote there:

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Long ago, the three realms were tightly separated from each other. The Overworld, land of eternal light and the gods; the Underworld, land of magic and danger; and the mortal realm, land of potential and determination. Even after the barrier was shattered, this division never went away.

Jacqueline Jackson seeks to change that. A Human born on Reath, her greatest wish is to visit the other realms and discover what lies beneath the surface. Together with her friends Solar, Bayden, and Doppel, she'll take on anything to find that out.

[bluecichlid]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @priestess-of-artemis and @myrish-lace-love.

What’s the story behind your username?

I have a life-long love for the colour blue, to the point where I would deliver all my work assignments in blue folders.  And I’m a scuba diver and into evolutionary biology, so I like cichlids.  :)

Fun fact: I’m not the only ASOAIF fandom person called Blue Cichlid. The other one is a guy in university undergrad who is also Australian.  He’s part of a project to create Westeros in Minecraft and was working on Riverrun when I introduced myself as smutty asoiaf fanfic Blue2. Just in case he got any weird messages. 

What’s your favorite scene or quote from a series/book you’re currently obsessed with?

That is a hard one.  Probably all the Andrea the Alcoholic Psychiatrist scenes from the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

Andrea Bayden (Tina Fey): I’m gonna have to go away. Kimmy Schmidt: Where? Andrea: To a conference. “Conference“ is therapist code for rehab. Like how, “Oh, interesting, go on,“ is code for, “I hate you and your stupid life.“ Kimmy: How long will you be gone? Andrea: A while, because it’s not just rehab. First there’s the bender, then rehab, then getting kicked out of rehab for “using sex and threats of violence to obtain cooking wine,” then more drinking, back into a different rehab, and finally a two-week surf camp with a bunch of recent divorcées. It’s a process.

What’s the most ridiculous fact you know?

I personally have two degrees of separation from Hitler.  As in I met someone who knew Hitler.  It was Leni Riefiensahl.  I had no idea who she was until someone explained it to me.  So, I spent three days scuba diving with her, and she knew Hitler.  Now everyone reading this who follows me has three degrees of separation from Hitler.  Weird, right?  

Name 3 of your pet peeves.

People who are inconsistent in their use of the Oxford Comma, people who interrupt others when they are speaking, and people who diss the skill of sewing.

What are your favorite toppings on a pizza?

Fresh herbs and quality cheese.

What are 3 things you like about yourself?

I’m smart, I’m tall, and I have very nice feet.

Favorite type of dessert or thing to treat yourself with?

Really good ripe mangos.  

What is your favorite scent?

Issey Miyake.  

Which fictional character would you cosplay as?

Oh, hard one.  Maybe a woman who gets to wear an enormous dress, like Glinda the Good Witch in the Wizard of Oz, or Anna in the King and I, or Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday.  

Or a guy with a good look, a billowing cape, and a kick-ass weapon. 

Sadly, popular culture usually makes that two exclusive categories.

What was the best piece of advice you were ever given?

Nobody in your life will ever be able to push your buttons like your parents, because your parents installed your buttons.

Share a gif that makes you laugh.

She just looks so happy.

I tag @zip00198704, @shortsandramblings, @eilitintheheartland, and @blackcorazon!

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Little Muse Facts

Tagged by: @placebopuppytales​

Tagging: @bay-pax-psychosis​  ❤️

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

She goes through phases, but she always goes back to vanilla and/or brown sugar. In general, most of the fragrances that she wears are soft and sweet-scented, often relating to something edible.

HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE/SHOWER? ANY HABITS?

She showers/bathes twice a day, usually a shower in the morning and a long bath in the evening. Her hygiene habits are strict to the point of nearly seeming religious, as she allots herself time everyday to go through a skincare/haircare routine, including facials, basic grooming, hair masks, make up etc. It’s just something that she enjoys doing, even though it takes up a lot of time. She finds it therapeutic.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

She has four piercings on her left ear and two on her right ( x ) On the inside of her right wrist, she has an infinity symbol ( x ), and she plans to go for more tattoos with her fiance, Bayden.

ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS? (E.G. KNEE SHAKES?)

She tends to fidget with her sleeves a lot when she’s nervous, or bite on her lip. She also has a habit of playing with her hair, so she can often be seen twirling it or running her fingers through it.

WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN?

It varies, but usually a tank top and a pair of shorts/pajama pants. She has a housecoat that she likes to put on after she takes a bath, just because it makes her feel fancy.

WHAT’S THEIR FAVOURITE PIECE OF CLOTHING?

It’s hard for her to choose because she loves everything that she’s collected, but maybe her leather jacket or leather pants (fake of course)? If jewelry counts though, then her engagement ring or the piano key necklace that Bayden gave her would be her favorites.

WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY WAKE UP?  

Usually she’ll shoot Bayden a ‘good morning’ text and then let Bailey outside, and after that she’ll hop in the shower to get ready for work/going to Briarcliff.

. HOW DO THEY SLEEP?  POSITION?

Usually curled up on her side, surrounded by stuffed animals, pillows and her dog. Often times she’ll fall asleep while on the phone with Bayden, because she likes to have him read to her.

WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE?

Exceptionally soft, due to all of the lotions that she uses and how diligent she is about staying well-manicured.

IF YOU KISSED THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY USUALLY TASTE LIKE?

Her lips usually taste sweet, like whatever lip balm/lip gloss that she’s wearing. Her favorite flavor is bubblegum, so that’s usually her go-to.

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tagged by @charmkvark

1. nickname? baeden, bayden, gayden.

2. star sign? ✮

3. height? 5′5″

4. time right now? 10:43am

5. favorite music artist(s)? too much to write.

6. song stuck in your head? n/a

7. last movie watched? the hobbit: the battle of the five armies.

8. last tv show watched? voltron.

9. what are you wearing right now? nikes, sweats, and a hoodie; ultimate comfort 👌🏾👌🏾

10. when did you create this blog? 2011

11. what kind of stuff do you post? klance, voltron, scenic stuff, aesthetics, text, doggies, sometimes politics.

12. do you have any other blogs? @da-red-lion

13. do you get asks regularly? mm, depends?

14. why did you chose your URL? soriku; i want to change it but i don’t know yet to what.

15. gender? dat boi

16. hogwarts house? i don’t know— not a big HP fan.

17. pokemon team? n.o.

18. favorite color? electric violet-blue

19. average hours of sleep? 7-9 hrs.

20. lucky number? 512

21. favorite characters? keith kogane, riku, cassian andor.

22. how many blankets do you sleep with? one fluffy duvet

23. dream job? i’m multi passionate. definitely in the realm of eating disorders, bodywork, and LGBT.

24. following? 300ish

@dancexwaterxdance, @re-kahazel, @forsakenangel88, @koshkavinni, @xxsokugirlxx, @lightoflunaris

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.  

As if Bayden didn’t screw with his therapists, lie, and throw very loud fits of epic proportions. If asylums gave oscars and grammys he’d have snatched up a few by now.  

So, when she turned to bark her real name at him she wouldn’t be screaming at his back for long. He turned right around. She gained his attention quick.

Celestis Davenport?

The name was so much better than Delacour. He hated that last name. But, he wasn’t about to tell her that yet. He was far too intrigued with her hilarious descriptors of herself.

Prepubescents what the fuckers? It would have been really hard for him to keep a straight face if it wasn’t for the fact it all happened so fast, so his eyes were still busy being popped. This was comedy club gold. He blinked several times as she kept popping off.

There was nothing hotter than a fiercely angry woman running at the mouth about the most ridiculous shit. She has two personalities inside her and the first thing she wants to bicker about is her god damn horoscope?

HER GOD DAMN HOROSCOPE OF ALL THINGS!

His face started to crack a smirk. The amused grin was twisting up one side of his cheek quick.

Annoying brown freckles?

Da’w how cute. Celestis was jealous Rowan was pulling them off. Bayden was loving every minute of this chaotic explosion.

Something finally felt real again.

Holy shit! She used her powers in front of everyone! Bayden’s eyes darted around to see who witnessed it besides him. The couch was upturned on it’s side.

This shit was too funny to not follow. Bayden wasn’t the sort to chase. He’d proven that time and time again, but this was too good. Oh, he had to pester now.  

He felt like writing her IDoNtHAvEpArNoRMaLExPEriEnceSEs on a Spongebob meme and slipping it under her door. Actually, that would happen several times before the end of the week. He was plotting it with every step he stalked behind her. He couldn’t believe how down she talked to him like he was an idiot and could understand nothing about this stuff. His sister was a witch. She went to the school and he’s dealt with this magic shit all his life and heard about all kinds of shit. She acts like she has to explain it like magic is a new concept no one but her could possibly understand. He was so sick of everyone thinking he was an idiot. He didn’t need it all explained to him like he was still learning his ABC’s.

So, he had to be the shit he was and called out behind her.

“Are you jealous Rowan’s pulling off the freckles or that I like them?”

That wasn’t all. He didn’t stop there. He kept yelling out.

“Thank fuck it’s not Delacour. Stupid Harry Potter cop off name. No one gives a shit whether you’re a virgo or not. No one. No one actually believes in that shit. Now I know for a fact you’re delusional, ParaNorman.”

He said it so mean and then he just started laughing. He couldn’t take it.

       YET Bayden’s a complete && utter idiot who couldn’t follow one simple instruction.  Typical.

       It felt like floodlights flared to life burning her from the inside out.  Invading her space as the lights in the hallway felt to bright flaring && giving her a terrible headache with him tagging along.  GLAD Bayden wasn’t on the brink of his melodramatic break down he was at seconds ago though wasn’t he going back to his assistant living?  

       The sound of his voice helped her brain connect to her limbs, && started to motivate her to move at a much faster pace at that.  Emotionally her body was hurting in places she didn’t know could hurt.  Though depression && exhaustion usually found ways to do that.  It didn’t help that his comment bugged her, just a little, as if it got under her skin.  She wasn’t jealous of Rowan’s freckles, but perhaps brackish at the idea he liked them.  Feeling tiny pinpricks of pain rushing through her chest.  She couldn’t explain why that almost upset her.  But damn it.  What was wrong with her?  “Didn’t really take you for a Burnette && shallow type.”  Turning her head to look at him as she’d have a harsh sibilant tone.  

       “YOU still owe me c o f f e e.”  On a rainy day && she won’t let him forget that outside of this shithole when they get there special privilege's back knowing it won’t be awhile anyway.

       Heat welling around her eyes.  She blinked && kept a stoic face, but didn’t trust her voice to say anything just yet.  && even if she did trust it, she wasn’t sure what to say.  The ache in her chest doubled in the kind of way of always wishing she knew that part of her.  It’s not just validation, or some acting way to understanding oneself but it went deeper.  She always wanted to know when she was born.  Celestis never really knew the exact day she was born, let alone month.  Though she finds herself knowing she’d be a lot happier if she had something.  Anything.

       Apparently it was to much to ask for.  It was always to much to ask for. Shaking her head, as Celestis knew it was her turn to talk, but she still didn’t know what to say.  Shocker.  She couldn’t say she was enjoying this right now, because she wasn’t.  Then a thought struck.  “So what’s your zodiac?”  It mattered very little about Rowan Delacour’s last name.  Rowan was french descent, as Wardeyn wasn’t any better, as Davenport sounded just as worse as Last name’s in general where subjectively supposed to sound stupid to begin with.  Though she doubts even in Rowan’s body she could pull of the sexy french-depressive type the last name imbues.  It was just not in Celestis genetics, or in her case soul.

       The hallways in the Aslyum had felt suffocating in the seconds she was storming through them.  Needing to get out.  It was like the walls were closing in && becoming claustrophobic as she’d find herself trying to remember the way out.  Surprised his mother even so dared him to watch Harry Potter!  Since his mother control’s everything in his life anyway, who would have thought.  However, she wasn’t in the mood to point it out, not today anyway.  “I thought you were going back to you’re princess cottage?  Don’t you have birds or rats waiting to braid your hair or somethin.” Celestis couldn’t say that with a huge amount of enthusiasm, but she gave it a shot.

       Eager to escape, she took off at the nearest door that led outside where she could breath!  Celestis inhaled, still trying to catch her breath, trying to clear her head.  She’d walk a bit slower, but not by much, as she found herself going near the graveyard.  It wasn’t so much the graves or the dead that made her comfortable, but if there was a calming area, she found the random gardenia bush quite comforting && relaxing even in it’s not so desirable location.