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vickyvicarious · 4 months ago

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Today's entry is really not Dr. Seward's best on display. He's matter-of-factly drugging his patient and rifling through his belongings. He's daydreaming about a cause worthy enough to justify even greater breaches of ethics than he's already doing. But in amongst these musings, there's some interesting foreshadowing too.

How well the man reasoned; lunatics always do within their own scope. I wonder at how many lives he values a man, or if at only one. He has closed the account most accurately, and to-day begun a new record. How many of us begin a new record with each day of our lives? To me it seems only yesterday that my whole life ended with my new hope, and that truly I began a new record.

Seward's interest in Renfield's skillful reasoning "within [his] own scope" and subsequent curiosity at how he measures the worth of men is of course ironic. He himself has been guilty of reasoning that only goes so far because of his own bias (about this guy in particular, in fact) and also values lives differently depending on the person. Or at least in different ways - we'll see the distinct difference between how he cares for Lucy in her illness (even when there is a question of potential 'madness') versus how he has behaved with Renfield. Obviously, there's other factors at play there too, but I can't help but think of the distinction here, particularly when it comes right before he moves on to thinking more directly about Lucy.

Renfield ends his first account when Seward denies him a cat, and eats all his birds to put a close to the whole process. But then he begins anew the next day. Seward muses about endings and beginnings, and claims that to him it feels like only yesterday that his life "ended with [his] new hope." This refers of course to Lucy rejecting him, and his beginning again was our first introduction to his audio diary. By his count, we're already on his second record. And those of us who have read the book before can recognize that a third will be coming up. Once again, a loss of Lucy will mark the end of his account - according to him, but then he will have to start again when he's inducted into the vampire-hunting. And that's when, as I've seen other people joking about, he gets his "strong, unselfish cause to make [him] work" - but it's far from happiness. (Though he in particular does get a line about savage delight in killing vampite!Lucy, it's another instance of unfulfilled potential in a way. The statement is anticipatory, and when it comes time to actual kill her, Jack is firstly the support, and secondly recognizes it as a terrible task. If he were the one staking, would he take a savage joy in doing so as he expected, or would it be a burden he bore out of love for the woman she was, as Arthur did? He actively participates in beheading her afterwards, in filling her mouth with garlic, in sealing her up. We don't hear his thoughts on any of that in any depth, and that happened after she apparently returned to her former self in death anyway, so... who knows.)

So it will be until the Great Recorder sums me up and closes my ledger account with a balance to profit or loss.

This line is also really interesting. In line of what happens later - both in how important records are throughout this story, and also in the epilogue making it clear that the entire book we've read is a preserved account.

But it also draws a comparison with Renfield's notebook. When Seward looked in it previously, he directly compared Renfield to an accountant, balancing numbers representing what we now know represent lives. This wording is kind of placing Renfield in the position of God; at the least imitating a Godly approach. That also goes along with what happens later on with Mina being burned by the Host and the characters seeming to interpret that as God deeming her unworthy (marked down as 'a loss') for no fault of her own.* It could link back to that line about reasoning within one's own scope again. I'm reminded of this excellent meta by @animate-mush which talks about how transgressing or occupying multiple roles is key in so many ways throughout this book. Staying within one's (typical/expected) scope is limiting, while Doing Both is strengthening. A madman's reasoning only goes so far - but then again, so does his doctor's. In that sense, having a straightforward binary of profit/loss is unhelpful. But of course, all this is happening within the context of the Good People fighting Bad Vampires book. As a rule, the novel doesn't delve too deeply into realizing moral dilemmas, even though it raises the question of them multiple times. So this whole line of thought I've been led down by these lines is kind of another instance of that, and there's no clear resolution to it. But it's interesting to think about.

*Pretty sure I've read at least one meta suggesting the mark was actually a warning to instill the necessary sense of urgency they needed to motivate them to save her before it became too late. That it was never meant as a mark of shame at all. In this case it's fully the characters' own limited view affecting their understanding of the situation, and the accountant view of a God tallying up more 'objective' pluses and minuses is lessened.

#dracula daily #jack seward #dracula daily spoilers #just... thinking aloud i guess #fitting response to a seward entry #dracula meta #sort of

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centralperkchenford · 1 year ago

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I’m back 🥰

Chenford + Lucy had a bad shift and goes to Tim’s office and immediately starts crying. Que comforting boyfriend Tim Bradford 🥰🥰

It’s short but I hope you like it!

Chenford + Lucy had a bad shift and goes to Tim’s office and immediately starts crying. Que comforting boyfriend Tim Bradford 🥰🥰

Jump then fall into me Baby, I'm never gonna leave you

Lucy slams the shop door shut and goes to the back to get the war bags, tears stinging her eyes as she gathers all the bags and swings them onto her shoulders. She bites her lip and looks around hoping that no one is around to see her cry. It was a bad day today, and it’s not like this was her first bad day or shift. Because it wasn’t but it was still bad.

First, Aaron was suppose to ride with her it was his first week back from being shot and she was happy to drive him around and help him take it slow but at last minute Grey changed it and he rode with Nolan since Celina had it off. And it wasn’t even that big of a deal, she preferred to ride with someone but it was fine.

Second her first call of the day was a drunk man outside a bar and it was 10am. She had arrested him for public intoxication and then he had thrown up all over the backseat which made her have to switch shops. And the only one available was the one with no air conditioner. Because of course, she was already having a shitty day.

Third, she came back to the station to have lunch with Tim but he had been pulled out for a call and wasn’t back yet. Her heart clenched a little as she sat in his office alone.

It wasn’t his fault, she knew he would have been there if he wasn’t on a call. But she couldn’t help but feel less than satisfied as she left his office after eating alone.

And finally, when she was back on patrol after lunch she had to break up a bar fight and the drunk men (she was a magnet for them today apparently) were being sexist and told her she couldn’t take them out. And then one of them lunged at her and she had kicked him so he fell to his knees and she had slapped cuffs on him all while he was trying to spit on her.

Now she’s back at the station emotionally defeated and just wanting a good cry. And Tim, mostly Tim.

She drags herself to the locker room where she changes out silently and then slinging her bag over her shoulder. She drags her feet to Tim’s office and stands outside looking at him through the partially covered window. He is at his desk, bent over writing something down. She licks her dry lips as she studies him. He looks so authoritative even just sitting in the chair. But there’s also something different about him he looks more soft, less hardened then he was when she first met him.

He looks up and meets her eyes and grins when he sees her. She scoots over to the door and opens it slowly and walks in pausing at the doorway.

“Hi baby—what’s wrong?” Tim asks suddenly on alert. He must have a six sense that is a tune to her because she hasn’t even said anything. She looks up tears pooling in her eyes as her body begins to shake with sobs. Tim is by her side in an instant and wrapping himself around her.

He sways them back and forth it before tilting her chin to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks again. She shrugs her shoulders hiccuping a little but he gives her a look that says he’s not going anywhere until she talks.

She takes a deep shuddering breath and lets it out before speaking. “I had a bad shift.” She starts and Tim’s face softens. “A drunk guy threw up in the backseat, you weren’t here for lunch. And then some asshole tried to challenge me to fight him and spit on me.” She says in a rush. Tim frowns as he runs his hand down her back a little bit.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly into her hair. “I wish I could have been there Luce. I didn’t mean to—”

“No.” She says quickly. “No. Tim I’m not mad about that okay? I know how it is.. it’s just..” Tim seems to understand because he nods at her.

“I understand.” He says. Lucy isn’t surprised he always seems to understand without her saying a word.

It is one of things she loves about him. And she has almost has a lot of reasons why she loves him.

Tim leads her over to the desk, he sits down first and then pulls her so she’s sitting on his lap.

“I’m sorry you had a rough day babe.” He says quietly. “What do you need?” She ponders his question and then turns so she’s facing him.

“You.” She says. “I need you. I want you.” Tim smiles and pulls her against his chest burying his nose in her hair.

“You have me.” He says. She lays her head on his shoulder cuddling into him. And for the first time all day she is at peace.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

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ternfic · 1 month ago

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Reboot

Chapter Fourteen

They wasted no time putting together a search and rescue for survivors. Bad Cop and Benny both volunteered to help with the effort, and left with Mayhem. One of the palace guards cuffed Emmet before he could escape- apparently that one had noticed him in Rex’s company- and prodded him toward one of the surviving shuttles. Thankfully Metalbeard and Unikitty came to his rescue, convincing the guard to let him go with them and ushering him away.

“Lucy!” he cheered when he saw her again, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He didn’t miss the way she stiffened in his hold, and pulled back to stare at her. “Lucy…?”

She was giving him a wary stare, subtly changing her stance to throw him as far away from her as possible if he made any sudden moves.

There was no recognition in her gaze.

He couldn’t find his voice for a minute. She’d actually forgotten him. “Lucy, it’s me… Emmet, remember? The Special? Remember the Piece of Resistance?” She only continued to stare uncomprehendingly at him. “You can’t have forgotten how mad you were that it chose me, when you’d been searching for it for so long…”

“Em…” Realization dawned, and she looked horrified. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “I can’t believe I forgot- Emmet I am so sorry-”

He blinked away tears, smiling at her. “It’s okay. You remembered.” He leaned into her when she pulled him close, holding onto him as tightly as she dared, murmuring apology after apology to him. “Lucy, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

Someone nearby cleared their throat. “Ah, actually, usually the first memories to go are the unwanted ones…” Business said. The friends turned to stare at him. Emmet’s heart sank into his shoes.

Watevra glared at the former president. “Even I know that was the wrong thing to say,” she admonished.

Business coughed. “Well it’s not like there’s a delicate way to put it…”

“You wanted to forget me...?” Emmet asked, giving Lucy a betrayed look.

“Emmet, it’s not like that-”

“Is that really why you told me no?”

“Look, this is kind of a bad time for this-”

“You always say that,” Emmet interrupted. “Will there ever be a good time?”

“I…” Lucy bit her lip, glancing away. Emmet sighed.

“Wait,” Metalbeard murmured as he realized something. He narrowed his good eye at Business. “Ye know about the brainwashing?”

Business frowned in confusion at the sudden change of topic, then paled when he realized he’d been caught. “Uh- I mean-”

“Did ye have anything to do with this?!” the pirate thundered.

“No!” Business yelped. “I swear I didn’t!”

“Brainwashing?” Watevra asked, utterly lost.

“I swear to The Man Upstairs, if ye had even the slightest bit to do with all this-”

“What do you mean by ‘brainwashing’?” Watevra demanded. “Sirius, what are they talking about? Do you know what’s going on?”

“Sirius?” Unikitty parroted. “Wait, you mean your first name isn’t Lord?”

“No, my first name isn’t Lord,” Business grumbled. “Yes, I know what’s going on, and no, nobody here has anything to do with it.”

“T’ain’t that Dangervest fellow the General mentioned, is it?”

“No, Rex doesn’t have anything to do with it either,” Emmet murmured. That earned him a few suspicious looks. “He means ‘nobody here’ as in ‘nobody in our reality’. Right?”

Business sighed at the multitude of confused stares they were being given. “Alright everyone. Might as well sit down, this is gonna take a bit.” They settled into the shuttle’s seats. Business told the driver to take them back to the palace (which, from a distance, still looked to be intact) before beginning his story. “What I’m about to tell you probably isn’t going to make much sense, but I promise every bit of it is the truth. I know you all remember me as having just… taken off to go play golf, of all things, but what really happened was that… after I was ‘defeated’, I was abandoned. Set aside because I’d played out my part of the story and was no longer of any use. I had to sit and watch as my city was destroyed by two squabbling siblings, and I was helpless to do anything about it.” Emmet gave him an empathetic look, and Business remembered he wasn’t the only one who’d paid a visit to the Realm of The Man Upstairs. He suddenly realized what that must have been like for the young man, to watch helplessly as Business hurt his friends, and fought not to flinch. “But then the little girl noticed me left aside, and since the boy clearly had no interest in me anymore, she brought me here. Gave me a second chance, to really be one of the good guys.” He shrugged. “I did the best I know how.”

“But that don’t really explain the brainwashing bit,” Metalbeard pointed out.

Emmet tapped his chin as he thought. “It does, though. If she has her own ideas and interpretations of who we are, and she’s the one in control of our reality now…”

“…Then we change in accordance with who she thinks we are,” Lucy finished, and shuddered. “I don’t like this. Those beings- The Man Upstairs- they really have that much control over us? Is there any way to stop them?”

“I’m more worried about stopping Dangervest,” Watevra spoke up. “He’s the more immediate of our concerns, and the more accessible. I’ll worry about fighting gods another day.” She turned to Emmet. “You were with him. You seem to know him pretty well. What can you tell us about him?”

Emmet scratched his head. “Well, my story’s probably going to be even less believable than President Business’, but…”

Emmet finished his tale by the time they arrived at the palace. Much to their relief, it had been unharmed, and Watevra took a moment to give orders to Mayhem to bring the refugees there. The others disembarked; only Watevra and Emmet held back, the latter unsure of how welcome he would be after his story. He gave Watevra a questioning look. She stared back at him, big blue eyes unblinking.

“…This really wasn’t how I imagined our first meeting would go,” she admitted after an uncomfortable stretch of silence.

Emmet gave her a weak smile. “What did you imagine?”

“Something a lot happier than this, that’s for sure.” She trembled, her bold hues fading to muted blues and grays. “I know I wasn’t really… alive then, but… I can still remember feeling your warmth and kindness. I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of devastation Rex must have felt for someone like you to become someone like him. And- and to choose to hold onto all that rage and pain, and take it out on us… To want to destroy everything, and actually have the power to do so…” She blinked tears out of her eyes, manifesting hands to wipe them from her face. “Dad, I’m scared.”

His face turned beet red at being called ‘dad’, but he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, doing his best to give the comfort she was looking for now that she no longer had to put on a brave face for her subjects. She sniffled into his shoulder. “Me too,” he admitted. “But we’ll get through this. There’s still hope; he’s not completely lost. I just need to figure out how to reach him…”

#the lego movie #rex dangervest #emmet brickowski #wyldstyle #benny the spaceman #gcbc #unikitty #metalbeard #president business #lord business #sweet mayhem #general mayhem #queen watevra wa'nabi #emmetstyle #coppernauts #sweetstyle

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baileys-3 · 11 months ago

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NEW CHAPTER ONLINE on AO3

Sneak Peak:

Genny is walking across the baseball field, lost in her thoughts and not paying much attention to her surroundings. She's thinking about tomorrow and all the things she needs to get done. But before that, she has to help Tim clean up his training equipment and then pick up Mat from her neighbors. It's a relief that she lives next door to an elderly couple who are always happy to look after Mat for a few hours. Being a single mom can be tough, but it's been that way since the last year of her marriage to Rob. Not that he was much help with the kids anyway, even when they were still together.

"Hey mum. Can Blake and I throw a few more balls?" Tyler startles her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sure." The two boys cheer and immediately start throwing balls at each other. Even now, after training, they still haven't had enough. Which is surprising, because Tim and Lucy chased the boys around the pitch so much that they were all dripping with sweat by the end. And yet, at the end of the training session, the boys were all happy and beaming. It seemed like they couldn't believe what they were capable of. Genny doesn't want to complain about Tyler's former coach, he had a rather cozy and familiar manner, not taking the job so seriously. It's not entirely his fault though, as he only took the job out of necessity, just like his predecessors apparently did. Tim and Lucy seem to be the first to have found an approach to the boys, if the parents' conversations in the stands are to be believed. And the two of them are an amazing combination. Tim, with all his expertise and the eye that you need to have as a coach. And Lucy, who has this likeable manner and simply knows how to deal with people. And apparently also with boys of this age. She even reckons that at least half the team have developed a little crush on Lucy. Judging by the giggles. And how they sometimes turned red in the face.

During training, something fascinating happened. Genny joined Lisa, Samantha, and Anne shortly after the start of training. She realized Tim would no longer need her. As time went on, more and more parents joined them, and a lively conversation about the two new coaches and the team ensued. The parents were enthusiastic, and Genny completely understood their excitement. She had seen many training sessions, but never one like this. Some parents even asked if the two coaches could continue, or if Genny could get them interested in doing so. Genny doesn't think the chances are high because both coaches have jobs that demand a lot of time and involve overtime. However, there's no harm in trying.

When she arrives to the sides where Tim and Lucy already started tidying up, Lucy is handing Tim a baseball bat, which he stows away in the front pocket of a bag. Genny kneels down next to the small trolley they are using to transport the equipment. She picks up the helmet lying next to the trolley and starts to help tidy up. Or rather, loading the equipment onto the small trailer.

She doesn't waste time; she gets straight to the point. There's no need to beat about the bush." I think you two should co-coach. You were great together. "

Tim's rebuff comes straight away: "Oh, no, no. I'm -- I'm ready to hand over the reins entirely."

She's not at all surprised. But Lucy chimes is right away, not letting Tim quit so fast. "Not a chance."

Genny decides that this is a wonderful opportunity to push the two of them a little. She is so curious and is almost certain that there is something going on between her brother and Lucy. It's all these little signs.

"No, but seriously. I saw today why you work so well together."

And indeed! Her brother starts stuttering. That never happens to him, except when Lucy is brought up, whether directly or indirectly." I-I ... It's just, uh ..."

So, Lucy immediately jumps in, as an attempt to save Tim from total self-destruction. "We spend so much time together on..." and immediately corrects herself. Which is totally suspicious. "... out on the job."

Tim can only contribute an "Mm-hmm." Genny has to be careful not to smile too obviously. Tim doesn't know where to look at all. She's hit the bull's eye. The confirmation of this comes when Lucy suddenly changes the subject entirely.

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #tim x lucy #archive of our own #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #chenfordsource

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itsybitsybatsy · 10 months ago

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I've been lurking in the G/t community for long enough, so I figure it's about time I introduce my OCs! They're the main characters of my current WIP called "Dwindle and Diminish".

Basic premise? Sizeshifter protagonist participates in a fantasy heist, with the catch that he's cursed to slowly shrink away into nothing so long as he has these powers. Now he's on a quest to find the cursed contract that gave him these strange abilities and destroy it, before he completely shrinks away into nothing altogether. In the meantime, he learns how to not only accept his situation but take advantage of it, utilizing every new shrunken size to its maximum potential in his quest to become a master thief.

Anyway, meet Emory Bloom (shifter) and Lucy Fox (normie), the two main protagonists of Dwindle!

(Apologies for using a Picrew instead of drawing the characters myself 😔 I unfortunately lack any real art skills, so hopefully this will suffice instead!)

A few years ago, Lucy got into a car wreck that killed her entire family, leaving her as the sole survivor - unfortunately, that same accident also left her in a heavily vegetative state. Emory, one of her only living relatives, took charge as her primary caregiver, and has sacrificed his life and happiness to give her the best quality of life he can. But with little to no support system to help, Em consistently feels inadequate and wishes he could do more.

One day, Em is presented with the chance of a lifetime: accept a curse that will steal away about a foot in height, and in exchange receive the magical powers needed to restore Lucy's health to her pre-accident condition. This seems like a pretty sweet deal on paper, but it quickly becomes apparent that the contract is trying to steal a lot more than just twelve inches.

Determined to put a stop to his shrinking curse, Em and Lucy put together a team of thieves to help them steal the contract draining his soul before it's too late. All the while Emory finds new and inventive ways to take advantage of his dwindling state to help him become a better thief.

Basic personalities:

Emory (initially 6'3" but gradually shrinking) - responsible, mature, and very polite to strangers, but with a profoundly sharp wit and deadpan/sarcastic sense of humor around loved ones. He's very patient and empathetic, and strongly characterized by his intense loyalty to Lucy (as well as everyone he cares about). Has a problem with being self-sacrificial, associating his worth as a person with his ability to care for others. As a result, he can be a bit of a pushover at times. He used to have a passion for his aquarium hobby, but gave up a lot of his own personal interests in order to invest more of himself into Lucy's care. Now that her health is restored and she doesn't need a caregiver anymore, Em is slowly rediscovering all those passions again.

Lucy (5'4") - fierce and passionate, very artistic and creative and pours herself into everything she does. Can be loud and abrasive and impatient, but that's how you know she likes you. Because when she's genuinely mad, her rage is cold and silent and terrifying. Loves reading, writing, art, and cooking. Any kind of artistic pursuit is something she will gladly experiment with. However, she's also burdened by a strong weight of guilt. She blames herself for the car accident that killed her family, she blames herself for Em giving up his happiness to take care of her, and most of all she blames herself for Em taking on the curse to restore her health. She sees this as her fault, and therefore her responsibility to fix - no matter the cost.

For years, Em acted as Lucy's caregiver. But as Em becomes increasingly smaller, that dynamic switches - now, Lucy is the one responsible for taking care of Em instead of the other way around. And for Em, who considers his existence to be a burden and that he must always take care of others in order to prove his worth (and also has a boatload of trust issues)...well, you can imagine that he doesn't handle this change very well.

Anyway, I'd be happy to elaborate on the story and characters if anyone is curious! I understand things are a lot less interesting since I don't have any visuals to show you (curse my lack of art skills!), but hopefully this gave you all a good sense of their personalities and dynamic!

#i admit its a lot more tame that a lot of the other g/t stories you see in this community #but i love the slowburn shrinking trope and i wanna see more of it!#also! sizeshifting in the context of a heist scenario has so much untapped potential as a concept #at least i think so anyway #g/t #G/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t oc #sizeshifting #shrinking #dwindle and diminish

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outrunningthedark · 2 years ago

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Just got an error message two times when trying to answer someone, so here you go, nonnie.

[Text version] Anonymous asked: This fandom and its “if you don’t like it don’t watch it propaganda” like they don’t consider that someone like me still bitch about this show cause I used to love it so much and it hurts me to see it ruined in this way and I still have hope that it can be saved. And its “ you don’t like this character/ writer cause she’s a female”, it’s not like that for example I adore Andrew, but I still have nightmares about whatever it was 6x08 "Don't like, don't watch" is good advice when you're addressing "fans" who can find NOTHING to be happy about, but tbh...it goes back to what myself and a few others have said re: fandom treating the show like a fanfic. "Don't like, don't read?" Perfectly reasonable. Fanfics cater to specific characters/pairings/tropes and we are able to filter search results to leave out things we aren't interested in. When it comes to watching tv, however...especially with a show like 9-1-1 or other crime/procedural dramas...there is bound to be at least ONE thing viewers latch onto and will make time (while switching channels during the original broadcast or fast-forwarding through the replay on a streaming service).

I find the bitchiness a little...two-faced, for lack of a better term, at least within the Buddie fandom. How are you (gen) gonna tell people everything is headed in a clear direction (and it's not just framed as speculation; when others question the thought process they're told they're just too stupid to understand the narrative - an actual thing that has been said, lol), but then get angry when those same folks (who you wanted to seem smarter than) point out inconsistencies or that things feel far from optimistic?

Is it because you don't want to be reminded of how wrong you were mere months ago? Or you don't want to think about the faith you may have (incorrectly) placed in this show to not be like the ones before it?

The "you don't like this character because she's female" argument is silly when the issue isn't that the woman in question is terrible, but that the show "cleaned her up" so she could portray a love interest (as if the audience was just supposed to forget what they'd seen and heard):

Shannon -> Eddie stuck up for her because he felt like it was his fault that she left (which she made him believe, but then when Eddie *is* present in Christopher's life and co-parenting with her...she's like "Still haven't figured out how to do this whole motherhood thing, sorry!" Having Eddie back helped, but he wasn't the problem. Shannon never made peace with being a mother relatively young (losing her freedom), nor did she make peace with the "added stress" that comes with raising a child that is physically disabled.

Ana -> Apparently never said an ableist thing in her life despite how her introductory episode made it VERY clear that her approach to the skateboarding incident was the wrong one. (And because I always think it's worth noting - Andrew Meyers spelled out that the episode would touch on a disability issue when he specifically put the term ABLE-BODIED in the opening scene: "Attention, citizens of the Internet. We are calling upon every able-bodied viewer for another adrenalized tour of duty for Shay's Army.")

Taylor -> Nobody acknowledges how she wanted to mess with Bobby for the sake of her career in season two. Buck is all-too-pleased to see her again. Zero hesitation. (He's the one person who knew the only reason that footage never made the air is because of her bosses.) Then there was her calling Buck out for not being a good friend...despite never having been a friend to him, either...and the tears for her tv audience...and telling other people's stories because she doesn't want to tell her own...meaning she's allowed to keep her private life private, but anyone else is fair game...one big "ick" all around.

Lucy doesn't apply to the above (unless you count editing her scenes to see how the audience would accept her in the aftermath of 5x11/5x13, I guess), but people are forgetting that many were actually ROOTING for her to be the new Lena (Buck's Version). Yes! Give Buck a female coworker who isn't a lesbian or much older than him and LET THEM BE FRIENDS! Especially when he already had a girlfriend!

If people want to make excuses for the cheating arc (that amounted to nothing in the end - so much for "narrative purpose") or want to swoon over pretty people making out, have at it. But the other side is entitled to reject a version of canon they never asked for. Fans complaining on their OWN BLOGS is not in the same stratosphere as anybody who had no shame in leaving negative insta comments directed at the actress involved.

Finally, as for not liking a writer 'cause she's a woman...Who hates Lyndsey? Or Taylor Wong? And I'm pretty sure we all thought highly of Kristen until Tim opened his mouth about 4x14 and we (then) saw what the show was turning into under her control. Ignorance truly was bliss.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley

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dangerously-human · 1 year ago

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I know everyone always talks about acts of service as a love language with the Lockwood & Co bunch, and of course I see it but I'm not convinced it's first choice for all of them. Pondering this subject kept me up for an absurd amount of time last night, so here, presented for your consideration:

Lucy prefers to show and receive love as quality time. This requires a degree of vulnerability and honesty that contributes to early tension in her relationship with Lockwood, of course. We see it early in the show with Norrie; in the books, the sister she maintains any sort of warmth with is the one who's around most often. It's most obvious with Lockwood, of course, as evidenced by the things that show their relationship deepening: the way Lucy particularly enjoys cases or evenings at home when it's just her and Lockwood, their first journey to the Other Side, the two significant walks together in The Empty Grave (the cemetery and the one we don't get to see, post-necklace). I think this makes a lot of sense for someone who didn't grow up being Seen or particularly wanted; quality time shows Lucy that she is worth knowing and understanding and actively choosing to be around.

George's is absolutely acts of service, no doubt. From the little things like cooking what he knows his friends enjoy, to his insistence on having enough time to research a job to make it as safe for them as possible, he's a guy who puts more stock in actions than words. I do think he's a bit into the gifts thing with Flo, though, and that would probably increase over time - starts with licorice, naturally, and sort of works its way up from there.

Kipps is also thoroughly acts of service, and this is part of why it's so agonizing for him to lose his Talent, because he can no longer protect the people he cares about in the way he's most accustomed to.

Flo I don't think we have as much textual evidence for how she loves, though with her job, gifts would be a natural one, and we know she deals in a currency of licorice and favors. Obviously, the many massive ones she does for Lockwood, despite them going against her personal code, or for George, with apparent benevolence, acts of service for her, too. I also headcanon that touch is a big one for Flo, primarily on the receptive end - precisely because she's spent all this time cultivating a bristly exterior (not to mention grimy and smelly) that seems specifically designed to ward anyone off from getting too close, but we know that's exactly the effect of her ghost-trauma. And George, sweet, all-in, nonjudgmental George, would be the one to see past that exterior, so once she trusts him enough for a hug, they're bound for life.

At first glance, Holly seems like a natural choice for acts of service, but actually I don't think that's really a strong love language for her, that's more by role and habit, you know? No, for Holly, I actually think touch is a big one (though maybe not the biggest - our POV character doesn't particularly like her for most of her time in the story, remember, so we wouldn't be likely to see as much depth, naturally). But I think of Holly grabbing Lucy's hand when she's especially scared and finding comfort in that, and the animosity override required, and I figure that had to be pretty important to her. I'm open to suggestions here, though.

And Lockwood... I know we all remark upon it constantly, but good grief, this boy is so overflowing with love, where to even begin? Obviously there's the acts of service, he's hardworking and self-sacrificing to a fault and he'll do anything to protect his people - but it's words of affirmation I think is primary for him. Think of his constantly expressed admiration for his team, all those casually dropped whammies he lays on Lucy in particular, the way he seeks and thrives on praise. Of course, you can't discount gifts, either - think of the tie he intentionally wears to win Lucy back, the spirit-cape (mostly the second time, but, I am counting the first at least somewhat, even though it also falls under acts of service), and who could forget the necklaces? Plus, I think touch took him a bit by surprise, but all the hand-holding is hard to ignore; and for the show, you've got his obvious "not like this" dilemma when Annabel!Lucy cups his face, or the way he grounds himself in grabbing hers while he's spiraling after the undercover DEPRAC officer sacrifices himself for them; and then, moment of my heart, in The Creeping Shadow, when he's sharing the cape with Lucy and clearly having A Moment about being this close to her (beloved dork).

#personal #lockwood & co

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 2 years ago

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I posted 425 times in 2022

73 posts created (17%)

352 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 224 of my posts in 2022

Only 47% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 18 posts

#alastair carstairs - 14 posts

#the last hours - 9 posts

#tlh - 9 posts

#self reblog - 6 posts

#thomas lightwood - 6 posts

#aly!! - 5 posts

#thomastair - 5 posts

#anonymous - 5 posts

#toh spoilers - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#this post is thanks to the 2 presentations we did in my 2 person class today &somehow we picked the same exact theme for both presentations

My Top Posts in 2022:

judging by how many wips I have where alastair is gravely injured, you would think I hate him or want him to get hurt. the opposite is true, in fact. I want him to be taken care of. doted on, even. my man needs a break. he does so much and is constantly taken for granted. if this is what it takes for people to realize that he might not always be there, well...

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this is kind of a niche reference but I want a scene for cordelia like that scene in fhsy when adaine went into her sister's memories and saw all of the times that their parents were cruel to adaine and how her sister started to loathe herself for never saying anything. I want cordelia to look back on all of the times that elias treated her as a golden child, all of the times he berated alastair and praised her in the same breath, and feel guilty. I want her to regret never being able to protect him. I want her to feel angry that she was ever in that position in the first place. I want her to be able to accept that she was a child, and alastair was a child, and it's no one's fault except Elias'. I want her to realize that it was never her responsibility to protect Alastair and it was never Alastair's responsibility to protect her, but he did and she didn't and that's a guilt that she'll just need to learn to live with. I want her to realize that it's not too late and she can still repair her relationship with her brother. it might not be living in a bunk bed at the top of a wizard's tower but I need cordelia and alastair to be able to label what happened as abuse and heal from it together.

78 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

sometimes I remember how alastairs sole advice to his sister in her marriage was "being treated badly by someone doesn't make you love them more" ...and yet there are still people who defend ch*rles 😪

86 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

apparently it's now canon that the reason elias' death year is wrong on the family tree is because some bitch named esme hardcastle asked alastair when his father died and he was like "idk he's been dead to me since like 1894" and she said "okay bet"

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My #1 post of 2022

the interaction between alastair and charles where charles tells him that barbara died and alastair asks if thomas is okay and charles goes "i thought you hated those fellows" and alastair simply says "no" despite saying to cordelia literally 15 minutes earlier "let's never talk to those terrible people ever again" is the alastair equivalent of lucie complaining that thomas wont let anyone see his tattoo and alastair saying "I'd like to see it" and thomas immediately rolling up his sleeve

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urdreamgirls-dreamgirl · 1 year ago

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Hi sweetie here are some q's for your fic author ask game!

3 10 14 17 19 29 30: Is there a fic,written by someone else, that you would love to do a remix of? What is it and why?

:) :) :) :) :) :)

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? "sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)" & "i can't let go when something's broken" are my two favorites :3 (and maybe also the kiki's delivery service au, that one was just so fluffy and cute and sparkly)

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? i'm surprised by how many people really seem to love "when i don't touch you" tbh! the mechanics/worldbuilding is vague at best in my opinion and i leave a lot of stuff ambiguous because i just wanted to tell this story of missing someone and needing them and fate and destiny. i am always surprised & very very grateful for the compliments that fic receives!

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? i wrote "sorry about the blood in your mouth" constantly thinking about how it would look if it was being filmed. that one is my most cinematic, i think!!

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? the last vcr was sold in 2016 :)

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs. from chapter 2 of "oh my, love is a lie":

Steve taps on the pink highlight around Eddie’s profile picture. It looks like Eddie uses his instagram stories like a diary, posting his various thoughts throughout the day. The first story is a poll: “Would you fuck Jeff Bezos to end global warming?” Steve doesn’t vote. The next three stories are just memes. The next slide is a picture of a bowl of soup with the words “good soup” and after that is a picture of Chrissy’s cat with the caption “this eldritch creature lives in my house.” The last slide shows the results from the original poll, an overwhelming amount of people having apparently voted “no” on Jeff Bezos. Eddie’s added the words “dang, can’t believe how selfish you all are.” That makes Steve laugh, just a little.

Steve shuts off the screen on his phone and sets it down on his bedside table. He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes, yawning. Then, he reaches over and turns out his light, before sliding down under his covers and falling asleep.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.) a scene cut from "sorry about the blood in your mouth":

“Max,” Eddie says, cautiously. “Is there something bothering you?”

“No,” she snaps, still not turning to look at him. She’s torn between wanting him to go away and wanting to tell him exactly what she thinks right now.

“Max… I know you’re feeling angry right now. Is it because Steve left? I know that you feel better when he’s around and—“

“What, you think Steve is, like, my emotional support dog or something?” She can’t keep the anger out of her voice, even though she’s really trying. “Yes, I love having him around because I love him and he’s one of my best friends. I don’t need him here to do my job. This isn’t Steve’s fault, by any stretch of the imagination.”

“Okay,” Eddie responds and she can hear some confusion in his voice. Max finally turns to look at him and she can see his eyebrows scrunching up as he furrows his brow. She can’t help but wonder how it’s possible for one man to be so deeply and irreparably stupid?

“I’m mad at you, asshole,” she finally admits, jabbing her pointer finger into Eddie’s chest.

“Me? Why?” Eddie rubs at the spot on his chest where she’d just poked him.

“Because!” She throws up her hands. “How is it possible for you to be so fucking stupid? For ten whole years!”

“Huh?” Eddie’s confused frown deepens.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie. Who do you think this story is about?”

“The story? Of the movie? Uh. Lucy is you, Max. I wrote her for you.”

“Lucy isn’t me,” she says, like it’s obvious. “I’ve been madly in love with Lucas since I was thirteen and I tell him so every single day. Try again.”

“But—“

“Yeah, but nothing! Eddie, what—if I’m Lucy, who’s Delilah?”

“Lucy is you and Nancy, Delilah’s El and Robin.”

Max snorts. “Okay, that’s a little funny.”

“I thought so.”

“But Lucy isn’t me and Delilah isn’t El. And neither of them are Nancy or Robin.”

“Yes, they are.”

“What—no—Eddie,” he can hear the exasperation in her voice now and now she’s talking with her hands, moving her whole body around like she does when she thinks the person she’s talking to is being a humungous moron. “You’re Lucy. Steve’s Delilah.”

“No,” Eddie says immediately.

“Um, yes! Just like you’re Ricky and Hector and Ronan and Jamie and Peter and Steve’s Brad and Tim and Adam and Martin and Matt.” She lists off the characters from his books.

“What? No.”

“Eddie, you’ve been writing a love story for you and Steve since the beginning,” Max tells him. “Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one here? Of the two of you?” Under her breath, she adds, “how is Steve the one who’s known all along?”

Eddie’s head snaps up to look at her then. “What.” It’s not a question. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Max says at a normal volume, enunciating, “How is Steve Harrington the one who’s known everything all along?”

“What does that mean?” His voice is getting increasingly desperate, pleading. “Max, what do you mean?”

Max rolls her eyes. “Steve’s been in love with you since you were twenty years old. He’s been waiting for you to figure out your shit. He’s read all your books. He’s watched you date other people and he hasn’t dated anyone. He’s waited for you, Eddie. He’s waited for you to decide what you want.”

Eddie can’t feel his hands. His feet are tingling, like they’ve fallen asleep. He can’t breathe. “He’s been waiting for me?” It comes out as a whisper.

“Yes, but…” Max trails off, looking at him with pity in her eyes. “When he left, I told him to stop waiting. I told him he deserved to be loved by someone who was brave enough to really love him.” He looks at her, an accusation in his brown eyes. “I didn’t think you were actually fucking stupid! I thought you were making a choice. I didn’t realize you really didn’t know that you could have him.” She rolls her eyes. “Didn’t he kiss you at the Golden Globes? And you left with that musician anyway. Even after that, Steve still waited. And didn’t he confess to you three nights ago? Didn’t he tell you what he wanted?” Max kind of looks like she’s on the verge of tears now and Eddie’s pretty close behind her.

30: Is there a fic,written by someone else, that you would love to do a remix of? What is it and why? oooohhhhhh, i don't know! all of my favorite fics are absolutely perfect as they are, but! i've read a kind of bring it on steddie au that i completely lost track of, but i think it would be fun to do like a real, proper bring it on au where eddie joins the team reluctantly and falls in love with head cheerleader steve. hijinks ensue. i can't think of a specific fic that i would remix tho!

thank you <3 :3

#ask game #long post #steddie #steddie fic

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 6 months ago

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No after figure we're not 😭😭

AWWW HONEYYY NO 😭😭😭🥺🥺💔❤️

Well yeah but he can decide to break up with you too

But yeah honey totally valid :(((

Hmm not always though Tim

Oop true 😳

Punishing yourself like everyone else 😬

OOP that's the tea o.o

Bitesize therapy where you can't escape xD

Hmm

"Bailey" NO CELINA'S HERE ASK BAILEY

GORL I WAS RIGHT O.O

Celina's face XDD

SLFKGHDS YEP

Yeahhh diseases xD

LOL

Idiots xD

Yeppp slfkdjs

Oop Emma :O

UH OHHH

OHH NOOO

Uh ohh

OHHH BLOOD

Crap

Oh noo

Dead :(((

Poor girl 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺

Yeeeah she shouldn't be here

OOP yep dibs xD

Hmm nah there's gonna be an issue with her xD

Yeah probably not

But also near murder apparently lol

Yep xD

Yeah it's not great but it's an option

Okay whatever you say

"Took the words right out of my mouth" LOL

You needed to say it

Yeah :)

Yeah o.o

Dang all y'all right there lol

Ik it's your job lol but

Old zoo o.o

Yk memories xD

UH OH

Oh gosh :O ayyy she's okay!!!

Awww poor girl :(( 😭😭

It's not your fault honey <33

Right forgot which one was which, anyway interesting that he killed Emma first

Maybe just chance

Yeah real :(

Awww honey 😭

Honeyy tell the truth if you know it

Ahh because she escaped :(

Wasn't she already dead? Oh like kill her too

Oop suspicious old look out

The baby thing is sensitive to everyone too :(

Well kids in general

Maybe not Tim and Lucy but they have their own problems lol

Oope

I doubt he's in there

OPE O.O

Nahh there's gotta be somebody else involved

And there's already flies

Maybe they did it? Idek

His wife??

They're like "yeeeah he's dead"

Hmm okay hours

Ah crap right o.o

But she's there-

Okay phew

Hmm still suspicious

Oogh that look at the camera

OPE

Agh gosh

OH NO knife o.o

I wonder if she killed and now is just in it and thinks she needs to run? Idek

Agh gosh what a complicated place to run in xd

Yeeah that's annoying

Thissss is annoying

If somebody sees her and they slightly misspeak 😬

OOP she running

Uh oh

Why is that rando just walking by o.o

Aww honey :(((

Poor girl 😭

Awww 😭😭

This is wild

This is amazing acting though :(

OOP she killed both o.o

Awww honey 😭😭😭💔

Oogh those screams

This is so good but just ouch 😭

Wow

That was amazing but so sad :((

#the rookie #oasis's the rookie chatter

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centralperkchenford · 9 months ago

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Tim finds an old valentines letter/card Lucy wrote but never sent whilst he was with Ashley 🥰🥰

First Valentine’s Day story 💗. I hope you like this!

Tim finds an old valentines letter/card Lucy wrote but never sent whilst he was with Ashley 🥰🥰

Love letters straight from your heart

Tim grumbles as he rummages through the drawers. He’s looking for a flashlight and his girlfriend apparently doesn’t have one or one that has batteries. He makes a mental note to update all her emergency items. Just in case.

He pulls out a stack of papers and puts them on the counter, shaking his head and peering into the drawer but there’s no flash light. He picks up the stack of papers and puts them back in making another note to organize this drawer. And maybe the other ones too.

Something falls to the floor and he bends down to pick it up. It’s a Valentine’s Day card with a cheesy saying on front. He furrows his brows wondering if it’s from an old boyfriend or something.

His curiosity takes over even though if it’s from Chris he might puke. It’s bad enough Lucy dated him for so long. The thought of Chris writing her a Valentine’s Day card makes him shudder. But it’s not from Chris. In fact it’s not any ex boyfriend. It’s from Lucy to Tim.

He sits down on one of the stools and reads.

Tim,

This is stupid and I know you are with Ashley and are probably spending Valentine’s Day with her. But this is my way of getting my feelings out, I know I ruined things when we were in Vegas and I’m sorry. I am. But I lied. It did mean something, that kiss was everything and I know it’s my fault but it hurts me seeing you with Ashley.

When you “proposed” to her my heart broke. And I didn’t want to show it so I didn’t and I thought I could move on but.. then that kiss and the next kiss.

I know I’m too late you are happy with Ashley and I should be happy with Chris. I should move on like you told me too but…

It doesn’t matter you will never see me that way, it wasn’t pretend to me and I hope you can forgive me.

I don’t know if this letter will ever get to you but.

You will always have my love.

Lucy

Tim stares at the words on the card, his mind racing. His heart feeling like it could be right out of his chest.

It wasn’t pretend to her. She lied.

He had a feeling she wasn’t telling the truth in Vegas but he didn’t want to push her too much. So he didn’t and he really wish he had. They could of had what they had now sooner.

He rereads the letter and shakes his head at the Ashley part, the fake proposal was suppose to be a joke and nothing more. He never meant to hurt Lucy. He wasn’t happy with Ashley back then he just wasn’t ready to admit it. She was a guard for his feelings for Lucy. She was selfish, self absorbed and entitled. She really thought he would retire for her. She wasn’t the one, he loved his job and would never give it up.

Until Lucy. Because she was worth the risk.

He didn’t regret not even a little bit, and he would do it all over again for her.

He’s so into rereading he doesn’t hear the door open and he doesn’t hear the voice calling his name.

“Tim!” Lucy’s voice rings next to him. He looks over to see Lucy staring at him, her eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?”

He swallows and picks up the card, and her eyes go to it. “What’s that?” She asks but by the time of her voice, she knows exactly what it is.

“I found it.” He says gesturing to the drawer. “You don’t have any flashlights.”

Lucy lets out a laugh although it sounds a bit weak. “Sorry.”

“Lucy.” He says and he steps closer to her. “Did you have feelings for me in Vegas?” Lucy swallows and looks at the card again and then at Tim.

“Yes.” She says. “But I didn’t realize it until it was too late.. I’m sorry I lied Tim. I just didn’t know how to handle it and—”

“Luce.” He says softly. “Baby, it’s me. You could have told me.”

“I couldn’t Tim! We were both in relationships and I didn’t want to mess up what we had!”Lucy says and she sounds frustrated. “You are the most important person in my life. And I wasn’t going to ruin that.”

Tim smiles softly and tucks some hair behind her ear. “Remember what I told you Lucy? You deserve someone who is worth the effort. And even when things get tough I know we will put in the effort.”

Lucy smiles too though it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I know and I love you for that. But I can’t help but think if I hadn’t lied..we might have stopped being stupid sooner.” She says softly.

“I thought of that too.” Tim admits. “But I think we did it right Luce. We got together exactly when we were supposed to.”

Lucy smiles again and this time it’s more of a her smile. “Yeah I guess you are right.” She takes the card out of his hands and tosses it aside and then kisses him. He kisses her back, and lifts her up putting her on the counter.

“I love you.” He says. “I wouldn’t have it any other way than the way we are right now.” Lucy leans forward to kiss him her legs wrapping around him.

“Yeah me neither.” Lucy says softly. And he pulls back to look at her. She’s beautiful and glowing and all his.

“So how many letters did you write to me?” He asks teasingly his hand going down her back and pulling her closer.

“Just that one.” She says against his lips. “Or maybe I have more you will never find them though.”

He laughs pulling her off the counter and walking them back towards her room. The abandoned card on the ground. The search for the flashlight forgotten. They didn’t need to write secret love letter anymore. Tim thinks as he lays Lucy down on the bed, they could say everything out loud and that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Tell her how happy he was that they took the risk. The jump.

How he loves her, and he’s going to do that hopefully for the rest of their lives. And he’s perfectly content with that.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered #lucy x tim

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"The Atom Bomb" by Chloe HazelJane

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Lucius Abaddon was the President’s son. That was all he was and all he had ever been. From the moment his mother had died and his father had used her death as the base of his first Senate campaign—and every campaign after that—all hope of another life had been lost. So when Alec Abaddon had pushed the button to release the United States’s nukes and started a chain reaction of destruction as, in retaliation, other world leaders did the same, the fault had fallen on Lucius too. It didn’t matter that he was the one who had walked into his father’s bunker with a gun he’d taken off a Secret Service officer and shot Alec in the face with it, ending his tyrannical term. He was still the President’s son.

He took a deep breath, sucking the air in through his teeth. The air of New York City, like that of the rest of the country, was no longer as arid as it had been when he had first arrived after the bunkers had opened. Though, he supposed he should probably stop thinking of this land as the United States. It wasn’t and it never would be again. The world had already been dying from the intensity of extreme weather and pollution, and the bombs had rocked the world enough to send most of the land underwater. As far as they knew, this was the only land left. They had to assume everything else was gone because hoping anything else was true would make moving on that much harder.

The roar of the Atlantic tide was like static in his ears, as he stared out at the swirling blue-grey water. He was standing at the memorial site for the World Trade Center, the story of which had always felt like a faraway tale to him, as much history as the American Revolution was. Nearly a century and a half later, it couldn’t be much else.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” The voice coming from behind him was too familiar. It was a voice that did nothing more than remind him there was nothing he could do to stop the circle of societal destruction the world had so long been plagued with. It was and would always be one tyrant after another, regardless of intention. Callix was a fool to think otherwise.

“Yes, and I thought you had gotten the memo,” he said, turning to face Callix Martinez, leader of the New World. “It’s been years.”

Callix shrugged. “I’ve had people looking for you the entire time, Lucius, but apparently you’re good at keeping yourself hidden.” He sighed. “I want to talk. I have since the moment you left. You hardly gave me a chance to explain my plans for this country.”

Lucius stared at him. It was like looking at his father, though he and Callix looked nothing alike. Callix was young, a few years Lucius’s senior, with wild dark hair and skin a dark shade of taupe. His eyes were green as the grass was finally once again growing to be. Alec had looked much like Lucius, his hair silver and his complexion somewhere between white and brown, though the two did not share their eyes. Alec’s had been brown, but Lucius had his mother’s eyes, eyes like a glass of cognac. But it wasn’t literal appearance that made Alec and Callix mirror images of each other. Callix had noble intentions, but so had Alec, in the beginning. At least, Lucius thought so.

“Lucie—”

“Don’t call me that.” Lucius’s voice snapped like a whip, and he saw Callix’s shoulders tense. “You asked for my opinion, I gave it to you, and you ignored it. So I left. Because I won’t be associated with what you’re doing. Why can’t you just leave it at that?”

“I asked for your opinion because I value it, and yes, I didn’t agree with it but that didn’t mean I wanted you to leave,” Callix said. “I understand that you’re worried about the power dynamic, but you staying is exactly what could help keep it in check. Opposition is a good thing.”

“You say that now, but so did my father, at first,” Lucius said. “And then he started tearing down political institutions from the inside and talking about how what this country really needed was a king. He tried to create a kingdom for himself instead of doing his duty as a keeper of democracy, and your response to his failed coup is to turn what’s left of our home into an empire with you as its king. A king chosen by the people, sure, but a king all the same. Maybe it won’t be you, but someday down the line, one of your successors will become exactly the type of person that put us where we are today. I can’t support that. I won’t.”

Callix shook his head. “No, I’ll set it up in a way that won’t happen.”

“You know you can’t do that. You know that it doesn’t matter what you do. You can’t control the future.”

“You’re still mad about Rowan,” Callix said, hesitancy in his voice. “I know that’s part of this.”

Rowan. Rowan with soft skin the color of black coffee. Rowan with a laugh so deep it was like it was coming from the core of the earth itself. Rowan who somehow managed to always keep himself composed, even in the face of a literal apocalypse. Rowan who tasted like joy and honey and smelled like eucalyptus leaves. Rowan who had died defending Callix’s empire.

He felt his eyes darken. “Stop it.”

Callix did not stop it. “He believed in it, Lucius. He helped me build it. You know Rowan—”

“He believed in you, Callix, not the plan. And see where that got him.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No? Because I seem to recall it being your ideas that got him killed. And not just him either.” Lucius’s chest was hot, the pit of feebly contained fire in his stomach breaking through his ribs. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t think about his father or the idea of returning to Callix’s side as he fortified his empire’s heart in the rubble of Chicago, and he certainly couldn’t think about Rowan or anyone else he had lost in the years since his father’s third inauguration. “Why don’t we talk about Carlos?”

He knew he was off base. Carlos had been Callix’s best friend, practically his brother, and his death was far from his fault, though he blamed himself for it. He didn’t need another reminder of it. But it was what he got for bringing up Rowan.

“Fine.” Callix exhaled. “Just know you’re always welcome back at my court—my home.You’re right. Becoming your father is something I could do very easily. And nobody knows what he was like more than you. I could use your advice.”

When Lucius said nothing, Callix nodded and turned his back. Lucius wondered if he should call after him—continue their conversation or tell him he would return to Chicago with him—but he couldn’t bring himself to. To support Callix was to support empire-building, and to support empire-building was to support his father’s beliefs, something he could never allow himself to do.

But if there was one thing Callix was right about, it was that opposition was a good thing, and while he wouldn’t do it within the walls of the newly constructed Martinez Palace, opposition was something Lucius could create. He would hold the monarchy accountable. If they ever stepped out of line, he would be the atom bomb that destroyed them and took back the world. On the very ground where he stood, he would build the Abaddon Rebellion.

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👩‍💻⭐️💅🏾😭

⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

Maggie’s not sure what it is about Charlie that makes him so special. But every year he grows, he just gets better and better. He’s got a smile that could power the whole town. Before his third birthday, he can whistle any tune you give him. He walks into his first day of first grade whistling a happy tune like Anna and Louis in The King and I. By the end of the year, he can play “Heart and Soul” like nobody’s business. He plays it at the talent show in June of 1976.

“Hoagy Carmichael, watch out!” Maggie yells in the midst of the audience’s cheers.

Her husband leans over and whispers to her, pressing his nose into her ear.

“Maggie Doyle, watch out,” he says. “You don’t want them thinking you have a favorite.”

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

Here, in this motel room, she is twenty years old, and she is in love with him. The days of pink gel pens and sugary sweet crushes are over. Elenore has fallen in love with Charlie, like she always thought she would. Like she always thought she could, if they lived in a world where he would ever give her a shot.

👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with

i don't think i particularly struggled with this piece (the conclusion to sadie's part in first of may), but it did apparently take more than a month for me to finish it. november and december of last year were so much work! here's part:

Sadie sighs and sits at the foot of the bed, parallel to Sam, the place where she belongs. She really looks at him for a long time. Maybe ten whole seconds. Sometimes, she almost forgets he’s just her twin. Sometimes, he feels like so much more. Like he’s her eyes when she closes her own.

“You know, this is all your fault,” she says.

Sam scoffs in mock surprise. He presses his hand to his heart like a parody of a Southern belle. Sadie can’t help but laugh, just a little.

“Me?” he asks. “What did I do?”

“I keep thinking about this one time, about two years ago, I think,” Sadie says. “Mom and Lucy ambushed you with that college visit in Ohio. Do you remember?”

Sam snorts.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “That’s the kind of thing you don’t just forget.”

“Right. Well, anyway. I keep thinking about what you said to me that day. You asked if I ever thought about how you and I are different.”

“Yeah. I remember that, too. You said you thought about it all the time.”

“Yeah, well, I was telling the truth. I do think about how we’re different. Except I don’t know if I know who I am. I know … I know you’re a genius, and I know you’re funny. I know you were always more willing to put yourself out there, to get rejected, to be wrong … just so you could say you tried. I know you like The Replacements, and when the college rock stations are on, I usually prefer The Pogues … but that’s about it for comparisons between us. I feel like … I feel like I know exactly who you are. But I don’t know what makes me different.”

She looks up at Sam, not really sure how she expects him to react. And in truth, she really didn’t expect anything in particular. She just didn’t think he would sit there and shake his head.

💅 share a snippet showing a character embracing their lgbtqness

“I’m standing around,” Sam says. “I could have given the first bite to myself. But I’m not doing that. I’m giving it to you. That’s how nice I am.”

Eddie chuckles and takes Sam’s hand in his.

“I would never describe you as nice,” Eddie says.

“How would you describe me, then?” Sam asks. “Am I an asshole? Because I’ve always had a sneaking suspicion.”

“You’re not an asshole, Sam.”

“Then why am I not nice?”

“Because that’s reductive. Nice means stupid. You’re … I don’t think they have a word for what you are. But if they ever do, you’ll be the one who invents it.”

Sam feels himself blushing like a kid. He knows it’s a line. But it’s a good line, and dammit, if he’s not a sucker for a good line.

#asks #omegaponyboycurtis #thank you!

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So a scenario (please please please feel free to ignore it if it's not your liking, no pressure on you, I really really appreciate your hardwork and I love your writing thank you so much for all of this amazing fanfics you keep bringing) where f! Mc urges Lucifer to take break from his relentless overworking but Luci refuses and says something harsh which he didn't mean, Mc get's extreamly upset and leaves the house to get fresh air but she got kidnapped which Luci didn't realise till 2-3 days because he put spells on his office door to keep away his brothers and MC's whinning but when he comes out he sees whole house on rampage Because mc was missing and they can't sense anything with pact Because it was fading and Everyone is extremely angry at Luci, Luci realises his mistake and finds his Mc almost half dead where before falling into coma Mc makes Luci realise how much they (his brothers & Mc) all need him to be physically with all of them and Mc ends up in Coma, end it with fluff (wake mc up) please I beg you 😖 I know you love angst but I don't think I can take more angst I cried whole night yesterday after reading your "A question of time", love you and please take care of yourself ~ 💜

House of Stone (Lucifer x GN!MC)

There you were, skipping into his office as you always did, the softest smile gracing your lips as you reached his desk, leaning over it to look at him, but he didn’t look at you. There was no time to play your games, there was no time for anything, not when Lord Diavolo had his desk constantly stacked with paperwork that needed to be completed. He didn’t mind doing it, not before you came along, but now there was the constant pressure of keeping you occupied and satisfied while also trying to complete the never ending work pile. His pride never allowed him to put you at the top of his list of priorities because as much as he cares about you, he needed his Lord's respect, and he owed it to him as well. “Lucifer, you should take a break. You’re working too much, and way too hard. We’re all worried about you.” Your voice broke through his thoughts and his head whipped up to look at you finally. His eyes narrowed, and he found it almost laughable that you’d try to have a say in how much or how little he worked. He scoffed at you, flicking his wrist to shoo you out of his office. “I don’t need your opinion, or your worry, Y/N. If you’d stay out of my office and let me concentrate, maybe I could actually get something done. You think you can do that?”

For once you didn’t put up an argument, you actually backed away from his desk and left his office quietly. He knew that what he had said was out of line, but as always, his pride kept him from going after you to apologize, well, it kept him from apologizing at all. You meant well, but he also had to finish his work, and it’s not like what he said wasn’t entirely true. If everyone would just leave him be for a little longer he could finish what he had to get done and maybe he could actually get some rest, which is what everyone was apparently worried about. The door was quickly put under a spell, no one would come in and no one would get out, and by no one, it meant him. He wouldn’t allow himself to leave until every single sheet of paper on his desk was read and signed off, no matter how time consuming or exhausting it was, he would get it done. Along with what was basically a locking spell, he also soundproofed the room, the only noises he could hear was his own breathing and the sound of pen against paper as he scribbled his name at the bottom of each paper. What he hadn’t heard was the sound of the front door slamming shut and all his brothers begging and pleading for you not to leave, and then the sound of their fists pounding against the door to his office as they tried to tell him that you had left.

How much time had passed since he had snapped at you, since that spell had been placed on the door? He’s not sure, and if it wasn’t for the coffee pot that he had set up in his office, he would have figured out sooner, but the fact that he was able to survive somehow on solely coffee and stale bread while he was working made it quite easy to lose track of the days and how many had passed by. The work on his desk was finally done though, and he could finally leave his office, and he was hoping that the home that he had left to the care of you and his brothers was still standing outside of his office. Long legs and arms stretched out in front of him as he finally pushed his chair away from the desk, gathering up all the papers and preparing them to be taken to Lord Diavolo. “Then I’ll see how Y/N is doing…” He told himself, because deep down, he knew that he had been too harsh. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you or his brothers to worry about him, it felt nice to have people actually care about him for once. His brothers usually cared about themselves, well, most of them did, and you, well… you always cared about him, although he didn’t know why.

As he took the spell off the door, that’s when he first heard it. The commotion of his brothers outside of his office, although they weren’t right outside the door, they were speaking loud enough for him to tell they weren’t all in their own separate rooms, which was strange. His first thought was that someone had unintentionally burned the kitchen down, or maybe they had made a hole in the wall while fake wrestling, and he was entirely prepared to brush it off until he got an adequate amount of sleep, but then he opened the door and saw all of his brothers rushing around the halls, their phones in their hands as they fervently typed out messages, others had their phones up to their ears, growling loudly when they clearly didn’t get an answer. “What is going on?” Every head in the room turned to look at him, all of their eyes were shooting daggers in his directions, and for once, he was the one who didn’t have a clue of what was happening or why everyone seemed so irritated.

“Y/N is gone!” “I don’t know what happened!” “-Just walked out the door, looked like they were crying!” “-Not answering their phone!” “I don’t feel it anymore…” “-Like the connection is fading.” All of his brothers were speaking over each other, but all of their words were directed at him. You had walked out, you had left the house, and he felt this strange sense, a pang of guilt mixed with worry. He was worried about you, as were all of his brothers as well. It looked like none of them had gotten a wink of sleep, not even Belphegor who looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open just to glare at him. “Will you all be quiet!? Mammon… tell me what’s going on!” All of the tiredness he had felt before had quickly vanished as soon as he heard that you weren’t there, and now the only thing that he wanted to do was make sure you were okay, to get you back home safe. Mammon would know what was going on better than any of his brothers because other than himself, Mammon was the one who kept a close eye on you, he was the one who made sure you stayed out of trouble.

“After leavin’ yer office… Y/N just walked straight out the door. We tried callin’ for them, but they weren’t listenin’. We tried callin their phone too, and textin’, but they ain’t pickin’ up. Now… we can’t feel ‘em anymore… like the pact is fadin’ or something.” It was like everybody in the room froze, because that “or something” wasn’t good, the pact fading wasn’t good. Although he himself hadn’t made a pact with you, he knew that his brothers weren’t lying, because he didn’t need a pact with you to feel a connection, and now that he was out of his spellbound office, he could feel that something was fading, he just didn’t know for sure what it was until his brothers verified it for him.

How long had he actually been locked up in his office? How had he allowed something like this to happen? He knew this was his fault entirely. If he would have just gotten up, satisfied you just enough to make you feel better, pretend that he was getting some sleep… anything but scolding you for caring… this wouldn’t be happening. But then again, his pride won’t ever allow him to admit that he was in the wrong. This was somehow his brother's faults for not stopping you, for not going after you. Why hadn’t they tried to stop you, why didn’t they follow you? They knew well enough that it wasn’t safe for you outside of the house, that you shouldn’t be roaming around the streets of the Devildom by yourself, but they let you go. Maybe this was more of his brother's faults than he thought, but he didn’t have time to argue with them.

“We have to find them. Mammon, Asmo, and Levi, you take the upper side of town, Beel, Belphie and Satan, you take the lower side, I’ll stay in the middle and look around. If any of you find them, you call me immediately and tell me exactly where you are. Now go.” He’s hoping that you hadn’t gone far, that nothing terribly bad has happened to you, although their words of the connection with you fading has him beyond worried, and he’s almost terrified of what he or his brothers will find if they do find you. There’s only one reason why pacts would fade, and that’s a reason that he doesn’t want to dwell on too long. If he starts believing that you’re dead already, he’ll give up, his brothers will give up, and that’s something they can’t risk. As long as there’s some type of feeling… no matter how faint, it means that you’re still alive. You’re somewhere, and they’ll find you, and hopefully it won’t be too late.

The groups dispersed and Lucifer went out on his own, searching everywhere and anywhere for you. Places he never would have stepped foot in, he was right there. He was on edge, and every second that passed just set him further into a panic. “Where…?” Where could you possibly be? None of the brothers had texted him, so they clearly hadn’t found you either, and he was starting to feel hopeless, like he would never find you, and if he or they ever did, you surely wouldn’t be breathing. His brain was fogged with worry, and he couldn’t even begin to think of where you could have ended up, or what could have happened to you. At this point, he was walking through the streets in a daze, he wasn’t even watching where he was going, and that’s when he ended up in a back alley that was almost too dark to navigate. It led to a dead end though, and just as he was about to turn around and walk back out onto the street something caught his eye. A single shoe sticking out from behind a pile of rubbish, and he felt the bile rise in his throat as his blood began to boil. He knew without a doubt that it was you, he knew those shoes, and he knew they were yours, and he immediately ran over, pulling your body up off the ground. “Y/N…”

He could barely hold himself up on his own two feet anymore, just the sight of you like that had made him weak, and he was seeing red. If he hadn’t known any better, upon first look he would have thought that you were dead, but your heart was still beating, although feably. “Just… hold on a little longer… Okay?” Did you even hear him? Your entire body was limp, and even though he knew there was still some life in you, it was fading fast, and you already appeared lifeless, and you weren’t responding to him at all. He had hoped for the best, but no amount of preparing could have gotten him ready for this.

There was no time to rush to the castle, and until he knew just who exactly had done this to you, he didn’t trust anyone in the Devildom except Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he zapped you and himself to the castle, standing in the entryway, and he didn’t even know what to do, and he couldn’t find his voice to call out for the butler, so he was more than grateful when the demon walked around the corner and kind of froze when he saw him standing there with you.

He wasn’t the type that asked for help, but in this instance, there was nothing else he could do, and even though he couldn’t voice the word, he was pleading to Barbatos with his eyes to do something, anything to fix you, to make you better. “Right.” Was all the butler said as he rushed over to grab you from his arms, but he wouldn’t allow it. Wherever Barbatos planned on taking you, he would go to. All he needed was for the butler to lead the way, and he would follow. The last thing he wanted was to be away from you again.

Hours, days, weeks passed by, and he never left your bedside. You had been laid up in one of the guest bedrooms of the castle, it had been turned into a makeshift hospital room, the slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor had been the only sign to him and his brothers that you were still alive. Other than that, you were lifeless, a shell of the person that you used to be. “Lucifer, it’s alright if you go back home. Y/N will be fine here, and you’re just making this harder on yourself sitting there and staring at them.” Diavolo’s voice sounded from the doorway of the room, and for once, Lucifer disagreed with him. He deserved all the pain that came along with seeing you like this because it was his fault that you ended up like this in the first place.

“I’m staying here until they wake up. It’s the least I can do.” You were always there for him and he had shooed you away, he had pushed you away, and this is how you ended up because of that. He’ll sit by your bed for another week, for another month, he doesn’t care how long it takes, because when you do wake up he wants to be the one you see first. “Lucifer, I understand… but your brothers need you back at the house. They’re just as upset about this as you are.” As if he didn’t already know that. They weren’t just upset about what happened to you, they were upset with him, as they should be, because he was the reason behind it. That wasn’t the thing that was keeping him from going back though, it was you. You were keeping him from leaving, because he refuses to go back to the house when you’re not there, because as much as his brothers and you need him, he needs you and his brothers just as much.

“Lucifer…” He had fallen asleep, and it happened so scarcely that once his eyes shut, he found it difficult to open them again even if he did feel fully rested… but that voice… it wasn’t Diavolo’s, it wasn’t his brothers, it was weak… soft, almost a whisper. It was you. He sat up straight, his eyes shooting open to look at you, and a sigh of relief escaped him when he realized that it wasn’t just a dream, that he hadn’t heard your voice calling his name in his head. You were awake, and you were saying his name, and Father, it sounded so sweet. “Y/N… I’m…” How does he say he’s sorry? Would you even accept it if he did? Why would you? Why should you? He didn’t expect you to, but he still felt the need to say it. To push his pride aside for once and actually own up to his mistake, because this was the biggest mistake he had ever made.

“I know you’re sorry…” You had said it for him, before him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed you to hear it from his own voice, because this past month as he sat beside your bed wondering if you’d ever wake up again, he realized that he doesn’t just need you, and he doesn’t just care about you. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean what I said… and I hope that you can forgive me.” Because he loves you, and he never wants to go through the fear of losing you again. He needs you more than you’ll ever need him, and although his pride would never allow him to say it out loud, it’s the truth, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

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