#dash: mckenna

[jmiemagvans]

“Not a bad pick,” Jamie said. “My brother went to their concert way back when. I was so jealous,” he chuckled. “You should put on a show sometime. I know it would be a welcome musical venture.”

"Linkin Park is my number one," she answered as she looked down at her notes. She couldn't wait to get home and record some of this stuff. "And Falling In Reverse. I can even do the rap from Watch The World Burn."

[suekreandtheidiots]

Wee introduction post!

SO. Let's go.

I'm starting this blog with a little overview of the OCs who are most present in my head these days. I (more or less) recently drew a shiny line up that I still like, after all, so why not use it?

I tried to get their heights somewhat right, give or take a few inches... I'll put their heights into the descriptions, too, though, for anyone (like me) who cares about these details. :)

Avery Constance St. James (*April 1st 1995 in New York City, USA; 5'2 ft / 1,57 m): a small but fierce pharmacist who lost her heart to an irresistably lively Irishman in 2022 (who refused to give it back), and who now juggles being a loving mama and thriving in her usual chaos.

Daryl Louis McKenna (*February 6th 1993 in Galway, Ireland; 5'9 ft / 1,75 m): rockstar scientist (biochemistry) and former drug abusing idiot who recently got engaged to Avery - a special lady he just happened to find when he wasn't looking, and who unexpectedly found his greatest joy in fatherhood.

Dexter Linus St. James (*August 11th 2023, in New York City, USA): a tiny Irish-American hybrid - the son of Daryl and Avery. Named after Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory and Linus Pauling.

Orla Deirdre O'Connell (*October 28th 1992 in Galway, Ireland; 5'9 ft / 1,75 m): an eccentric tattoo artist who appreciates the most beautiful things in life and who believes in love and classic romance like no other. Grew up with three brothers - Malachy (*1980-2006), Kieran (*1985) and her twin Declan, and thus handles life like a lady, but never without the appropriate dash of assertiveness.

Michael Theodore "Mick" O'Loughlin (*December 22nd 1992 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'5 ft / 1,96 m): a tall and elvenlike fella who stems from an ancient bloodline of highly fascinating individuals and who may have a supernatural streak to him. Motor mechanic in everyday life and a curious and whimsical guy overall, with soulful green eyes that effortlessly see behind the things others would not even dare to question.

Alistair Lachlan "Ali/Al" Abbott (*May 28th 1993 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,93 m): an eccentric weirdo, very charming and always a little clueless, with a heart of gold. A former rising football star who had to give up that particular dream to an unfortunate injury, and a surprise teenage dad who loves his friends and longs to meet the love of his life; who waits tables in a restaurant by day and woos ladies - who are willing to pay for his services - by night.

Lancelot Malcolm "Lance" Abbott (*July 27th 1988 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'4 ft / 1,63 m): a true force of nature, a capable internist, strong-willed and assertive (some would say stubborn) confident and outspoken, sometimes on the brink of being plain rude. An intelligent and complex person who may be a pain in the arse at times, but who knows what is right and important in life... such as suppressing some long lasting issues, ah, haha, oh well.

Maisie Rose Boyd (*June 11th 2011 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'0 ft / 1,52 m): the surprise love child of teenage parents Ali Abbott and Nessa Boyd, who is growing into a sweet and caring young lady these days.

Vanessa Christine "Nessa/Ness" Boyd (*January 14th 1993 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'2 ft / 1,57 m): a young and smart psychology graduate who is eager to finally start her career that she had to postpone due to becoming a mother at only eighteen. Gentle and kind, but also very straightforward, never taking crap from anyone and showing bluntness in just the right moments.

Caroline Miriam "Carrie" Anderson (*August 2nd 1987 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'4 ft / 1,63 m): a somewhat restless soul, always looking for something while never quite knowing what that something is. One hell of a doctor. Caring, not making any differences between people,and eager to look behind a facade... and entertaining the thought of running her own practice soon!

Dallas Ariston Gray (*October 22nd 1987 in Glasgow, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,93 m): a half-Greek, hunkalicious metal lord with a voice from both heaven and hell, a primary school teacher, musician and not quite your average nice guy from next door - the unhingedness may be subtle, but it's so, so there.

Fiona Annabel "Fi" Christie (*March 4th 1994 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'0 ft / 1,82 m): a truly delightful creature with many talents, drawing people in with her... everything. A hairdresser and make up artist, a dancer (classic ballet, jazz, as well as adult entertainment) and a gentle soul. Her optimism may make her look naive at times, but

Jean Melissa "Melissa" Carter (*June 1st 1985 in Calgary, Canada; 6'3 ft / 1,90 m): a creative director at a local ad agency... who clicks on suspicious links in spam mails and who forgets to check whether she has enough gas before she drives distances… and strands in the middle of nowhere. May seem scatterbrained but is incredibly loveable and the apple of the eye of her wife, Donna.

Donna Yvaine Christie (*January 3rd 1985 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'9 ft / 1,74 m): older and slightly (read as: not so slightly) overbearing sister of Fiona. Has her heart at the right spot but is also used to success and getting what she wants, which makes her a little insensitive and even tactless at times; still often fails to understand that "not doing things her way" isn’t necessarily the same as "doing things the wrong way".

Graeme "Sully" Sullivan (*September 7th 1986 in Perth, Scotland; 5'11 ft /1,80 m): an incredibly creative person all around who has known his goal pretty early in life - making the world a brighter, more colourful place! Owner of a tattoo studio in town - "The Den Of Tallulah Banks" - which isn’t just a tattoo studio, but also a place where creatives can get together and local artists from town can exhibit their works without paying annoying fees.

Hallie Henderson (*April 2nd 1988 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'7 ft / 1,70 m): a music journalist, writing for the popular UK/Ireland based magazine "Grot Spot". Interested in pretty much anything, believes in people. Very gentle and caring... and just a little bit weird. Loves life but doesn't close her eyes to the crappy aspects of it. A realistic optimist who is far from naive but maybe a bit too forgiving sometimes.

Jett Jones (*January 15th 1984, in Newcastle Upon Tyne, England; 6'2 ft / 1,87 m): Hallie's friend and fellow Grot Spot writer. A Geordie beauty who never met her real parents but couldn't care less, as the lovely Joneses raised her well. Outspoken and blunt, appears to be afraid of nothing. Never refills the office coffee pot and would most likely survive a zombie apocalypse. Treasures her heart and shares her real name with hardly anybody.

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And, as a bonus...

1984

Craig Diarmid Abbott (*October 8th 1962 in Liverpool, England | † June 2006 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,92 m)

Sofia Elena Jacinta Abbott, nee Thomson (*February 11th 1956 in Mexico City, Mexico; 5'8 ft / 1,73 m)

... parents of Lance and Ali, who have their own story back in the eighties!

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[whump-card]

Sunless Lives: Arc 1

This is a long-form story with 36 parts and 68k words (unless I rewrite the ending again. Don't let me do that). It’s about a team working for a government agency that is tasked with hunting and capturing vampires, the Vampire Investigations Unit, or VIU (said like ‘view’).

When a captured vampire escapes and attacks researcher Simon McKenna and their team captain wants to cover it up, agents Matthew Beck and Gina Ruiz must help Simon recover alone, and in the process uncover his dark past. And that's just the first arc - things get wilder from there! This story contains elements of SA/noncon, but in this arc the worst is offscreen backstory. 

Part 1: I Should Have Seen This Coming

~3130 words (A double feature! Most chapters are around half this length)

CW: Negative self-talk, anxiety, home invasion, vampire whumper, vampire feeding, attempted noncon, noncon kiss, broken bones, head injury

Next, Masterlist

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They got the call while they were headed for the processing facility, the vampire in their custody.

Christian Isles, a gruff man in his 50s and their team captain, listened to his cell with a furrowed brow before twisting around in his passenger seat to announce to the three others in the van:

“Processing center is overwhelmed. Some big bust over on the north side. We’re taking him home with us for a few hours.”

Matthew Beck, the pale, husky agent in the driver’s seat, looked in the rearview at the armored vehicle following them. It contained the latest capture by their Vampire Investigation Unit - or VIU - team, Edward Finch. The vampire had fought like hell before suddenly surrendering, putting them all on edge.

“Are you sure we can hold him?” Matthew asked, “I know a previous assessment had him at grade C, but after that fight -”

“We can hold him,” Captain Isles declared, “And it won’t be for long.”

The two young women in the backseat, agents Amber Wynn and Gina Ruiz, glanced at each other. They were familiar with their captain’s ‘we’ll-do-it-ourselves’ attitude and knew that this meant they’d be awake even longer than they already had been. No other team would be called to assist.

“You gonna radio Simon about that, Cap?” Amber asked, looking back to her boss.

“Yeah, yeah,” Isles huffed, “He’s not going to like this.” He grabbed the transmitter off the dashboard and clicked it on

“McKenna, processing is backed up, we can’t take Finch there yet. We have to hold him at base until they’re ready.”

A moment of silence passed, and Matthew could hardly imagine what Simon was thinking. The whole team knew their researcher had… history, but only Captain Isles knew the full extent. Given the events of today…

“Seriously?” The response finally crackled out of the radio.

“Yeah, seriously,” Isles replied, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice, “and he’ll be completely under control. We'll take care of everything, you can just… make yourself scarce.”

“Captain, I don’t have much up-to-date information on him, are you sure our facilities can hold -”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

There was another pause, as if Simon was debating whether to add his next comment.

“He surrendered after he heard my voice on the radio. Are you sure -”

“It’s fine, McKenna!” Isles snapped, “Just hole up in your room, you don’t have to come out until he’s gone, alright?”

“Yeah… yeah,” said Simon, cowed, “Please take every precaution.”

Matthew finally butted in on his own radio. He didn’t have the guts to talk back to Isles directly, but he tried to be on Simon’s side when the Captain’s harsh nature got the better of him, as it often did with Simon.

“McKenna, we will follow every protocol, alright? You can even come and check that we’ve done everything correctly.”

“Thanks, Beck, but I’ll stay out of the way.”

Captain Isles returned the transmitter to the dash with an air of finality.

Amber leaned forward in her seat, eyes narrowed at Isles.

“Captain, I get that he’s a couple years younger than the rest of us, but telling him to go to his room is pushing it a bit, yeah?” 

“He’s the only one that has a room, if any of you lived on-base I’d be sending you to your room all the time too!” Isles joked.

Amber sat back, clearly deciding to not push it further. Gina, ever the silent type, rolled her eyes at Amber, eliciting a small laugh from the other woman. Isles chose to believe it was for him.

~~~

Captain Isles radioed the armored truck, informing the final member of their team, Devon Barre, as well as the VIU truck driver, of their change of plans. When the two vehicles arrived at the VIU base - an imposing brutalist building in the heart of DC, four stories tall with subterranean levels to match - the transfer of Finch from the truck to the small cellblock went smoothly. The vampire was still mostly sedated from his initial capture. 

The cellblock had four B-grade certified cells on floor -1, small metal-plated rooms outfitted with a cot and toilet each. The only points of entry were a ceiling air vent too narrow to even think about crawling through, and the heavy metal door with a small reinforced glass window.

Matthew peered in through the window at Finch, dumped unceremoniously on the cot inside. The vampire’s long limbs dangled off the thin mattress, and his previously perfect blond hair stuck up in disarray. The sight gave Matthew a sense of satisfaction - another vampire, off the streets. He jumped when Captain Isles clapped his hands together.

“Well! I know you’re all tired after chasing this scum all night, but we’re not done yet.” He scanned their group, honing in on who looked the most awake.

“Wynn, you stay here on guard.”

Amber’s shoulders slumped a little as Isles continued.

“I know, I know, but we promised to take extra precautions, right? Everyone else, go take care of your gear, shower, get some sleep. Beck, I want you back here to relieve Wynn in an hour.”

Matthew nodded.

“Yessir.”

He shot Amber a sympathetic glance as she settled onto the bench outside the cell door. She waved halfheartedly as the rest of them headed for the locker rooms. Along the way, Matthew took a detour to their team’s communications room, but found the workstation empty. Captain Isles stepped in behind him, resting a hand on Matthew’s shoulder.

“He’ll be alright, Beck. Better to give him his space, yeah?”

Matthew nodded, reluctant.

“Right.”

In the locker room, the three men peeled off their gear - sidearms, UV flashlights, and bulletproof vests - and showered. On their way out they passed by a couple agents from other teams who congratulated them on their capture. Then they headed for the bunkroom. Unlike Simon, they all had homes to go to, but Captain Isles had made it clear that they were to remain on duty in the building until Finch left their custody.

Matthew had asked both Isles and Simon about Simon’s housing situation before. He received cryptically brief answers from both of them, but he got the picture. Simon had run-ins with vampires on his previous team, back when he was a field agent, not a researcher. Some of them got away, and held a grudge. Living in the fortress that was the VIU building was his safest option. Matthew felt sorry for the guy. It couldn’t be easy, living in a basement, unable to leave, waiting for the day the final vampire on his list is captured. Not that Matthew spent a weird amount of time thinking about what Simon might be feeling. Definitely not.

Matthew did his best to get comfortable in a bunk that barely fit him and set a timer on his phone for 45 minutes. Then, unbelievably exhausted, he fell asleep almost instantly; he didn’t even have the energy to wonder what Simon would do when he could finally go outside, and whether Matthew would be there.

~~~

Matthew’s alarm ripped him away from sleep what felt like seconds later. He silenced it quickly, whispering apologies to the groaning and hissing agents nearby it had also woken up. He pulled on his boots and slipped out to the locker room to gear back up, then headed down to the cellblock.

When he arrived he found Amber asleep sitting up on the bench, her head awkwardly flopped to the side.

“Wynn!” he whisper-shouted. She jumped.

“Ss’sleep! What? Shit!” She stood up quickly, almost losing her balance. “I can’t believe I fell asleep!”

Matthew caught her arm to steady her.

“It happens, we were all exhausted. When did you fall asleep?”

“A little while after Finch woke up, I think? He started talking shit so I was trying to tune him out, and I guess I tuned him out too well.”

“He’s quiet now though, huh?” Matthew stepped over to look through the window, and froze, ice running down his spine.

“Amber.”

“Yeah?”

“He’s gone.”

She clapped a hand over her mouth, then shouldered Matthew aside to look through the window.

“No, no no no…” she spun to face him, her big green eyes wide with fear.

“Matthew, he was talking about Simon. Where is he?!”

~~~

“Thanks, Beck, but I’ll stay out of the way.”

Simon waited, but no reply came. He eased back in his chair in front of the communications workstation, taking deep, controlled breaths. He relaxed his hands, and color flooded back to his light-brown skin where it had gone white at the knuckles.

He’ll be locked up. Yeah, he’ll be in the same building, but…

Simon started as Christian's - Captain Isles’ voice came through the radio again, but it wasn’t for him, he was just updating Devon and the driver in the other vehicle. Simon couldn’t listen to it any longer, he ripped off his headset and stood up sharply enough to send the chair rolling away behind him.

Childish. You’re being childish. There’s nothing to worry about.

He walked - walked, didn’t run, didn’t flee - to the elevator and pressed the call button before immediately deciding it would take too long and spinning around to take the stairs. He started down too fast before seeing someone else coming up and slowing down, putting on what he hoped was a pleasantly neutral expression and nodding at them as they passed.

God, be normal. They already think you’re weird.

His pace picked back up as he reached subfloor 3. There were two apartments down there intended to be temporary safehouses for victims. One had been converted into his permanent home. He pressed a shaking hand to the handprint reader and the door silently unlocked. Once he was inside and the door was locked again behind him, he let out a long breath into the dark. His heart slowed. He was safe. No one could get in here unless he let them.

Do what Christain says. Just stay here.

He clicked on the lights. The apartment was tiny, but it was all he needed. To his right was a couch, coffee table, and television, with a treadmill behind the couch and a short, overflowing bookcase on the far wall. To his left was a postage stamp of a kitchen. Straight ahead was the briefest of hallways leading to a bathroom and bedroom. The whole place had scratchy wall-to-wall carpeting, except for the linoleum kitchen and bathroom. This far underground there were no windows, so Simon kept a UV lamp on the desk in his bedroom and tried to read a book under it for a while every evening. He mostly ended up doomscrolling on his phone instead.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep despite being awake for over 24 hours, Simon sat on the couch and opened up his personal laptop that mostly lived on the coffee table (another prime doomscrolling location). He pulled up a VIU training lecture recording and hit play. Only ten minutes in and he could tell the instructor didn’t know what he was talking about.

That isn’t what initiations are for. That isn’t how the hierarchy works. That isn’t what they do with bloodbags at initiations, that isn’t what they did with -

He slammed the laptop shut and pressed his hands to his face.

Breathe. Breathe. (He’s probably upstairs right now) Shut up!

Clearly, he’d picked the worst possible thing to distract himself with. He turned on the television, tuning in to some inane morning talk show. No, that was a lie - the four personalities on Morning With Marissa were like family to him, he’d listen to them talk about anything - fashion, celebrity gossip, the latest kitchen appliance. On that particular morning, the subject was a new self-help book that one of them had written. As he watched, the familiar voices soothed his anxiety, and his eyelids grew heavy.

“- and I swear, two weeks! Two weeks was all it took -”

“Marissaaaa, you’re so kind!”

“Truly, folks, even if you think you don’t need this book? You do!”

“All I wanted was to record my dear mama’s advice to me when I first moved out…”

Sleep crept over Simon before he could stop it. He had hazy dreams of vampires with familiar faces selling him self-help books and overpriced blenders.

~~~

Thump-thump-thump.

Simon awoke, inhaling too sharply and coughing because of it.

“That’s all from us today, tune in tomorrow and see us-”

Thump-thump-thump.

Someone was knocking on his door. Was Christian here? Was he late for work? He’d fallen asleep on the couch again, his button-down and slacks were all wrinkled. He turned the TV off and scrambled to his feet, still half-asleep, and opened the door.

Whoever was on the other side shoved the door inwards, knocking Simon off-balance. He stumbled back, his eyes rising to meet those of Edward Finch.

Edward Finch, in his apartment, closing the door behind him.

No one could get in now.

Simon felt like the blood was draining from his body, like he’d already been bitten. He wasn’t dreaming, and he knew it. Ed’s face was too pleasant, too politely pleased, not the leering horror Simon would dream about. Something about how casual Ed looked kept Simon eerily calm.

“Ed, wh… Why are you here?” Simon asked. His voice was gravely from sleep, which covered the tremors in it.

“I came to see you, of course!” Ed declared, “My good boy.” His eyes squinted as he smiled wide, baring his fangs.

Those words snapped Simon out of his stupor.

Fucking MOVE.

He turned to sprint away into the apartment. There was a panic button behind the television, he just needed to reach it -

Simon felt hands hit his back and he was tackled to the ground, Edward on top of him. Something cracked within him on impact, and pain lanced through his ribcage in a small explosion. Ed grabbed at Simon’s hair, but it was mercifully too short for him to get a grip. Simon twisted, ribs screaming, throwing Edward off to the right, and he heard a thunk and a grunt as the vampire collided with the heavy coffee table. Simon somehow got his feet back under himself and took another desperate step towards the TV, but a cold hand wrapped around his right ankle and pulled it to the side, sending him tipping to the left. He went down and his temple slammed into the edge of the kitchen counter. The crack reverberated through this body like a lightning strike. The room warped, and he felt the floor slam into his back, his spine taking the brunt of the hit this time. A heavy weight landed on his hips, and Ed loomed over him. Simon grabbed Ed’s wrists as they descended towards him, but only succeeded in uselessly holding on as Ed clawed at his shirt, ripping it open and sending popped buttons flying. Ed twisted his arms out of Simon’s hold and pinned down Simon’s wrists in turn. Then he lunged down and bit. Hard.

Simon finally screamed. There would be no neat twin pinpricks of fangs here, Ed’s full set of teeth tore through the skin. It felt like he was actually trying to rip out a chunk of Simon’s trapezoid, not just drink his blood. Maybe he was. Simon’s legs kicked uselessly against the carpet. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. His single cry died out and he struggled to take in new air. Any and all self-defense training he’d taken had evaporated out of his skull. He could feel the blood slowly draining out of his body as his limbs weakened and his vision darkened and distorted with tears.

This isn’t supposed to happen. Not here. It’s supposed to be safe here. Chris promised…

Simon’s thoughts unraveled as staying awake and breathing became his brain’s priority.

After what Simon knew was dangerously too long, Edward unlatched. Simon heard another uncontrollable, weak noise leave his own throat when Ed’s teeth pulled out. Ed shifted to put his face nose-to-nose with Simon, dripping blood onto Simon’s open lips. There was the toothy, gloating grin that Simon would dream about.

“How about,” Edward said slowly, “We see what else we can get up to before the cavalry arrives?”

Simon tried to speak, to say anything, but he could only make shallow, sobbing breaths, and choke on the drops of blood. Edward stood, still holding Simon’s wrists, and yanked him upright. Pain burned through the bite wound and what was likely a broken rib or two, and between that and the blood loss Simon nearly passed out as Ed held him upright, switching his grip to one hand on Simon’s upper arm, confident he would receive no resistance at this point. He started pulling Simon towards the bedroom, and Simon felt a new wave of adrenaline kick in.

No. no no no no no.

Suddenly he saw it, something he could do, even in his weakened state. As he was pulled past the television, he made a controlled crash into the protruding corner of the wall where it turned into the hallway. Out of Ed’s sight, his right hand slid down the wall and hit the panic button.

Nothing happened.

Simon sobbed as Ed tugged him back upright.

“Come on, clumsy.”

Simon tried one last effort of resistance and went completely limp, but that only made Edward pull him back up and hold him with his back against Ed’s chest, one arm around him like a seatbelt. Simon quickly realized this was a far worse, and far more intimate, position to be in. He pawed at Edward’s arm, but it was useless.

“Cozy, hmm? Let’s see here…”

Guessing, Edward opened the bathroom door first. He tutted in disappointment, then opened the bedroom door.

“Here we are!... Wow, you really don’t decorate. I hate what you’ve done with the place.”

He dumped Simon onto the bed. Simon tried to kick his legs and crawl backwards, away, to put any amount of distance between them, but Edward easily pushed his knees down and climbed on top of him. He trailed a hand down Simon’s exposed chest, and the faded lines there.

“Oh, I remember these…”

CRASH!

“SIMON!”

Matthew.

Simon sucked in a full breath, finally, and bellowed, “HERE!” His voice cracked. God, he sounded stupid.

“Oh no!” Edward laughed. “Looks like we’re out of time. Here…”

He leaned down and kissed Simon on the lips. Simon jerked his head to the side, and Edward’s mouth left a long smear of blood across his face, mingling with tears. Then the vampire got up off the bed and calmly walked out into the hallway, his hands raised.

“I surrend-OOF!”

He was tackled by Matthew, quickly followed by Gina. Simon struggled up onto his elbows and watched them tussle on his hallway floor. Then he realized -

They can see you.

They’re all going to see you.

~~~

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Next, Masterlist

Taglist: @angst-after-dark

[lizziefox]

About me <3

Hi, I’m BloomingSkeletons! You can call me Bloom for short or Lizzie, either is good with me. Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior. I’m an Ao3 fanfic author who mostly does crossover works.

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My Interests:

(Or more commonly known as my massive amount of hyperfixations)

Green- things I am absolutely head over heels for

Blue- things I enjoy but not as much as the green category

Purple- things I adore but I don’t spend a lot of time on

A Series of Unfortunate Events, Anna and The Apocalypse, Gravity Falls, Laika Movies (Coraline, ParaNorman, The Boxtrolls, Kubo and The Two Strings, Missing Link & Wildwood), The Mitchells V.S. The Machines, Star V.S. The Forces of Evil, Invader Zim, Amphibia, The Owl House, Over The Garden Wall, Camp Camp, Bob’s Burgers, Demon Slayer, Hilda, She-Ra and The Princesses of Power, The Dragon Prince, Luca, Nimona, Wreck it Ralph, Monsters Inc, Megamind, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Stranger Things, It (2017/2019), Anne With An E, Tim Burton (Wednesday, Edward Scissorhands, Corpse Bride, Nightmare Before Christmas, etc.), Ghostbusters, Bridgerton, Locke and Key, Spooksville, Are You Afraid of The Dark, All Of Us Are Dead, Mad For Each Other, Little Shop of Horrors, Dash and Lily, Little Women, Lisa Frankenstein, Freaky (2020), Spider-Man (ITSV/ATSV & Raimi), Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, & Emma), When Harry Met Sally, Scott Pilgrim, & The Umbrella Academy

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My Music Taste:

I listen to a lot of instrumental, actually. Mainly soundtracks from the films/shows listed above but I enjoy them. But, some of my main favorite artists are;

David Bowie (obviously), Beabadoobee, Laufey, Sleeping At Last, Moto Boy, Billy Joel, AURORA, Cody Fry, The Arcadian Wild, Coconut Records, The Decemberists, Djo, Flower Face, The Happy Fits, Lana Del Rey, Mckenna Grace, P!nk, & Stevie Nicks.

-I’m always down to listen to music that’s new to me though, I like to expand my listening options :)

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My Hobbies:

Writing: Fanfiction (all the time) and poetry (sometimes)

Drawing: I’m always doodling something in my sketchbook, on receipt paper, or on my drinks (I am unstoppable)

Reading: I LOVE folksy horror books as well as retellings of popular fairy tales & romance

Collecting: Legos, Funko, Plants, Squishmallows, you name it! My current fixation is on finding a Bill Denbrough Pop to complete my Losers Club set :)

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This is a safe space <3

I know all sorts of people from different walks of life. I don’t judge a single one for what they have gone through. I hope you’re having a good day or night (whenever you’re seeing this) and I hope many blessings are sent your way.

- Lizzie <3

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Stay tuned!

[lovecharged]

i’m getting through my drafts and queuing them up so they don’t drown the dash, however -- if you’d like a starter from one of my newer test muses. like this and i’ll write you a starter (or two).

ramses youssef   |   rami malek.

forty two. cis man. he / him. bisexual. chef + restaurateur. connection: kwan's business partner.

anuj basak   |   dev patel

thirty three. cis man. he / him. bisexual. con artist (heavenly seven) +  art forger.

gareth forsyth   |   archie renaux.

twenty five. cis man. he / him. bisexual. gang member. nolan's crew.

kwan choi   |   gong yoo.

forty three. cis man. he / him. bisexual. chef + restaurateur. ramses business partner.

ambrose fairburne   |   omari hardwick.

forty nine. cis man. he / him. bisexual. former hockey player turned coach + youth club leader.

ricardo 'ricky' fontana   |   michael cimino.

twenty three. cis man. he / him. bisexual. college student, barista + freelance artist.

lysander 'xander' godfrey   |   jacob anderson.

thirty two. cis man. he / him. gay. socialite + events manager. harry and otto's older brother.

dara keevan   |   mark mckenna.

twenty even. cis man. he / him. bisexual. tattoo artist.

persephone lancaster    |   olivia cooke & rachel weisz.

twenty nine - forty nine. cis woman. she / her. bicurious. gardener.

carina lowe    |   laura harrier.

thirty. cis woman. she / her. bisexual. florist.

lorena morais   |   giovana cordeiro.

twenty six. cis woman. she / her. bisexual. winemaker.

gabriel rochester   |   thomas weatherall.

twenty two. cis man. he / him. bisexual. college student + writer.

[oh--psyche]

Hi! I saw you were a wayne fan and wanted to let you know that i own and corun a wayne fan discord server for fans of mark mckenna and his various media! Were a really cool (and kinda insane) community and its a great place to share your fan content, talk about theories, or just rant about whatever, wayne related or not! Wed love to have you there, heres the link if youre interested :)) https://discord.gg/sS4NPzPFtz

Ah, thank you so much for the invite. It's been years since I rewatched Wayne but I still occasionally reblog anything that pops up on my dash. I don't really use discord, but i'll answer this publicly so anyone who's in the discord scene can pop in :)

[bamboo72498]

Head Up, Eyes With Pride

@domaystic Day 14: Parade Fandom: Castle (my FLM universe) Word Count: 814 Rating: G [][]

Kate tucks her hair behind her ear again as the breeze blows it across her face. She cheers with the crowd as another parade float passes them, watching as McKenna and Wyatt dash out with the other kids nearby to gather up the candy being tossed to them. 

“Mommy! Look! I got some!” Wyatt cheers, scampering through their line of camp chairs to get to his mom.

“I see, bubby! That’s awesome!” Alexis encourages, peering into the bag her son holds out to her. “Go sit with sissy and try and get some more.”

Kate helps her grandson back to his spot in his own child-sized camp chair next to his sister when a familiar black and gold banner appearing down the street catches her attention. 

“Guys! Get ready, here they come!” Kate calls, getting their family’s attention. 

Her kids’ middle school marching band comes towards them, marching in as perfect formation as a bunch of seventh and eighth graders can be. Their matching yellow ‘Eastlake Secondary School Marching Hornets’ shirts and jeans pale in comparison to the uniforms of the high schools that had come before them in the parade, but it’s good enough. 

Kate’s heart quickens with excitement and pride as they pause in front of them. She easily finds Miyana - in front with her dance class who had been recruited to be the Colorguard - waving her honeycomb patterned flag in matching choreography with the girls around her, a wide smile plastered on her face. Kate chuckles as Mia mouths the counts to her dance (a hard habit for the girl to break). 

She scans down the brass line, recognizing kids she’d seen around school and other band concerts and lands at the large drumline diving the band in half. 

The row of quad drums quickly tapping out the beats to their cadence. 

The row of bass drums and cymbals struggling to play quietly enough to not drown out the other drummers. 

And in the center of it all: the line of snare drums. Six of them are standing with their drums clipped to the harness hung around their shoulders. The seventh is seated in a wheelchair being pushed by another band parent, her drum resting on her lap as she skillfully plays the ending of their cadence and then holds her sticks in proper ‘rest’ position. Their little Nemo who had had to campaign to even be allowed to do band in fifth grade; their director not having faith in her abilities to keep up - only seeing her disability and not the determined and passionate girl in front of him. 

After surviving that year and graduating to middle school, band took a complete 180. With a new director who had complete faith in her, Finn thrived. She became percussion section leader in her spring semester of sixth grade and has kept it every semester since. Even now, during their marching season, she’s drumline section leader. 

Band is her safe place. One of the few place where she can keep up with everyone and no one treat her differently because of her CP. 

The pause in the music allows Kate to turn and look at her family; all of them have wide smiles on their faces as they cheer on the kids. McKenna and Wyatt shout as they wave to their aunts and uncle, hopping to get their attention. 

A moment later, Finn counts the drumline off and starts the roll off. Kate can hear a smattering of “Up!” as the band put their instruments to their mouths and starts to play. It’s a medley of theme songs for the different armed forces; fitting for the Veteran’s Day parade they are at.

The parade moves on, and Kate quickly spots Liam towards the back with his fellow saxophone players. She watches him skip for a beat, getting back in step with everyone. Soon enough, the band’s music fades as they continue through the parade route. 

“Wow! They were good,” Alexis comments. “Definitely better than last year.”

“Oh, yeah,” Kate laughs, recalling the memory of last year’s disaster of a parade. This time was significantly better. 

“Hey, Kate!” Castle calls to her over the heads of his mom and her dad. “What was it their teacher called the way they march? There was two of them and they do that specific one.” She sees the way his brow is scrunched, his brain working hard to remember the word. 

“The style they use is called ‘roll stepping’ the other is ‘corps style’,” she says. It had been drilled into her from both her kids and their director; how could she forget?

“Yes! That’s it,” Castle smile. “Roll stepping,” he repeats to the stranger next to him as they continue their conversation.

Kate goes back to watching the parade, her grandkids racing for more candy, enjoying the fall sunshine and light breeze in the air.

[passportapproved]

10.1.23

LISTEN TO THIS WEEK'S SHOW! GIANT ROOKS – “Somebody Like You” (UMG, Germany)  NOTHING BUT THIEVES  – “Tomorrow Is Closed” (AWAL, UK) MIDDLE KIDS – “Highlands” (EMI Music, Australia) MATTHEW MOLE – “See Me Again” (Universal Music, South Africa)   SAHARA BECK – “Thinking Twice” (Unsigned, Australia) BELLZZZ – “No Shoes Girl (Succession)” (Unsigned, UK)  BANNERS – “C’est La Vie” (Island Records, UK) TRIBE FRIDAY – “Salt Clouds” (ICEA, Sweden)  ONLY THE POETS – “Crash”  (EMI, UK) KYTES – “Out of Time” (Frisbee Records, Germany) ALEX SPENCER – “One Way Ticket” (Modern Sky, UK)  PAUL PARTOHAP – “BESTFRiEND” (Warner Music, Indonesia) THE SLATES – “What Have You Done?” (Unsigned, UK) ASHLEY ESPER – “It’s Called Art” (Unsigned, N. America) AMSER – “Don’t Let Go” (SO Recordings, UK) LAUREN WALLER – “Green Eyed Jealousy” (Unsigned, N. America) RHETT REPKO – “I’ve Been Feeling Down Lately” (Unsigned, N. America) PICTURE THIS – “Ireland” (RCA Records, Ireland)  BLAIRE DAVIE – “Lovely” (Watercolour Heart, UK) YARD ACT – “The Trench Coat Museum” (Island Records, UK) LIME CORDIALE – “Imposter Syndrome” (Chugg Music, Australia)  THE SHERLOCKS  – “Remember All The Girls” (Unsigned, UK) TALISCO – “Keep ur head up” (Talisco Music, France) THE ROYSTON CLUB – “Blisters” (Run On Records, UK) CASSIA – “Whatstheuse” (Republic of Music, Australia) THE VALMONTS – “Love Overdose” (Unsigned, Ireland) COYLE GIRELLI – “Jane Tells A Lie” (Unsigned, UK) DECLAN MCKENNA – “Sympathy” (Believe, UK) THE MOVING STILLS – “Westside” (Sureshaker, Australia) ST LUNDI – “Fall” (Propeller Recordings, UK) RUM JUNGLE  – “Dash of Speed” (Sureshaker, Australia) BARBERA MARI – “Torn” (Unsigned, Czech Republic) IAMJJ  – “On My Way” (Unsigned, Denmark) JAMIE HANNAH – “Surrender To You” (Unsigned, UK)

[alicezhaox]

“I know Harmony Healers is big on volunteering and spending time with the animals,” Alice said. “And Livvy always loves it when people just come by,” she nodded. “I love having a lot of space. I think Spencer is thinking of getting some animals too for us in the future.”

"That's certainly a reason," she answered before looking at the horse, who was looking at her with what almost felt like a sense of knowing. Like it could sense her innermost struggle. "Sometimes I'd love to get me a farm out in the countryside. Have a few horses myself."

[kitblckthrn]

Hoedown Throwdown

@dodgedhalo

Kit truly hated the ambience the carnival provided, it wasn't as well lit as he hoped and as the night prolonged there was a sense of foreboding that loomed over him. The shadow had been a presence in Hidehill for far too long, a series of killings all stemming from old unsolved cases. Kit had thought a lot about a motive, about something that could've driven a person to commit such heinous acts, and so far nothing made sense except that it was all connected to Miyeon, the first one.

Unaware in his reverie, he had walked a bit too far from Kiyan, and now he he could feel a cold gaze at the back of his neck. A chill that ran down his spine as he waited for the crunch of leaves underneath his foot, and he stopped, looking back from his peripheral to see a shadowy figure. Fuck me in the ass right now. he thought. Turning on his heels he looked the figure up and down before smiling. "Cute, what movie is this from, nightmare on whore street? Oh, you wanna play psycho killer, can I be the helpless victim who begs for their life? Okay, No please don't kill me Shadow, I wanna be in the sequel. " Kit mocked stepped back before taking note of his surroundings. The moment the knife came into clear view was the signal he needed. Thoughts about Kiyan, Ajay, Meera, Mateo, Mckenna, Max, Ana, Lakeyn, Mason, and all those he loved passed through his mind. A flash caught his eye, and his first instinct was to duck to the right as a sharp pain spread across his arm. Somehow he had managed to avoid a serious gash, but there was still blood oozing out of the open wound on his arm, warm and dripping as it stained his shorts.

Without a second thought he sprinted off, dashing and making his way towards the fun house, and then he waited. The sound of footsteps made him take a deep breath. You can do this. he said in his mind, a mantra to battle the fear that was searing his every nerve. Then Kit heard it, the sound of a blade scraping against metal, and he sprung into action. It started with laughter, then footsteps, guiding the shadow towards him, the mirrors spreading his reflection every which way. His giggle echoed through the house of mirrors, he saw the shadow take a few slashes toward what was nothing more than glass, and Kit stared, a smile spread across each version himself, before it finally faltered. "Over here cunt," he yelled, kicking them squared in the chest as the wall of glass shattered in the collision.

Rushing in he followed the thud of the shadow's body and tried to stomp on their head. Failure. Kit's eyes quickly widen as the knife comes close to his side once more, swiftly grasping on the arm holding the knife as he drives the momentum towards him, his back meeting the floor as he pushed with his leg, sending his attacker over him. Shards of glass were embedded on his other arm, as he turned tail and ran out the opening. Adrenaline kept him going, his breath coming out in heave pants as he tried to make his way towards others before he felt himself getting pushed to the ground, a booth falling over entirely as the wind was knocked out of him. "Jesus fuck, who are you Jamie Lee Curtis after activia, cause you're so fucking shitty,"

Gathering himself, he rolled over as he felt a blade come down, missing his face entirely. His hand reached for a pole that had been dislodged from the booth. "You kind of suck at this whole serial killer thing, y'know," Kit spat out as the shadow swung the knife, blocking it as best as he could, his arms were screaming in pain as the killer kept barreling onto him. Kit didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, so as the shadow kept trying to overpower him and push past the pole, he let them come close, taking the chance to headbutt them and swing the pole at their side before ducking out.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Kit's mind raced hoping to make it out before his vision of the world turned upside down and and he found himself looking up at the sky. He had tripped over something. As he looked to inspect his eyes widened in horror as saw Percy, lying in a pool of his own blood. "Percy!" The scream tore itself out from his throat was guttural, pained as he clawed his way over to his best friend, eyes scanning his wounds as he began to cry out and yell for help. "Please, PLEAASEEE, DON'T LET ME LOSE HIM!!! SOMEBODY HELP!"

[aurorabayrpg]

hi there, i was wondering if anyone had an unlisted WC for a dylan o'brien? and if i could reserve dylan for nadia? ty!

Hi!

I asked our muns about potential connections, and here's a few:

Ex and/or fraternity brother for Skyler Bleu (Lucien Laviscount)

Ex for Jude McLaughlin (Mark McKenna)

A potential future wc for a Jon Hamm fc

If any muns want to add more, feel free to reply to this!

Also, just know that several of our muns, including myself, will be so excited to see Dylan on the dash!

[littlereadsandteas]

August 2019

The Alloy of Law by Brandon Sanderson is a fascinating and action-packed read that will captivate fans of fantasy, adventure, and mystery, particularly those who enjoy a blend of magical, martial-arts action, and steampunk elements, with a dash of humor and wit.

For readers who crave epic fantasy adventures with complex world-building, intricate magic systems, and captivating mysteries, The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson is a stirring and emotionally resonant journey that will challenge and captivate even the most seasoned fantasy enthusiasts.

Feed by Mira Grant is a gripping and stirring read that will captivate fans of young adult science fiction and horror, particularly those who enjoy exploring the darker side of politics, conspiracy, and the human condition in the face of catastrophic events.

The Thief's Gamble by Juliet E. McKenna is a captivating read for fans of adventurous fantasy and complex characters, particularly those who enjoy stories about self-reliant protagonists navigating morally ambiguous worlds, where the lines between right and wrong are blurred and the stakes are high.

For the curious and open-minded student of psychology, An Introduction to Social Psychology: Global Perspectives by James Alcock and Stan Sadava is a captivating journey that will transport you to a world of diverse perspectives, where you'll discover the universal principles that shape human relationships and behavior, and gain a deeper understanding of the complex and fascinating field of social psychology.

[vernalloy]

[ID: Covers for the above books. The Littlest Things We Know To Be Small by M. F. A. Masterson is a mostly abstract blue cover, with a large blue circle for its title, a smaller yellow circle below that containing a hummingbird, and spiraling dots on a cyan-to-blue left-to-right gradient for a background. The Dark Wife by Tammy Killjoy seems to be photography. It is warm with harsh contrast of a silhouette of a woman leaning over a ledge, with a bright yellow skylight behind her. A sticker on it says, "A hulu original series, coming soon". The Mailman's Niece by Cecily B. Kissington has a stamp with three pale pink anemone flowers on desaturated teal. The rest of the cover is taken up by a blue night sky, with a fancy curling lineart pattern at the top and bottom. The Mailman of Warsaw by Dick Grimble is a collage of a letter, an aged grayscale photo of Texas Raiders (a B-17 Flying Fortress), and a page of writing. There is an uncredited review describing it as, "Inspiring", and a tagline: "The amazing true story of a man who saw war". The Gate of Wind by M.J. Rockatanski shows a vaporwave door-portal with steps leading to a desert at daytime with two suns, trees in the distance. The background behind the portal is a psychedelic blue pattern. The Gate of Wind and Bones by AER Peregrine has a blonde girl in a red dress walking away from the camera upon a road between two castles. The photo is hard to make out with more detail, as it is beneath gold lineart of flowers along the upper right and lower left corners, and white lineart, perhaps scanned from paper, of a snake and a ribcage, which cover the left of the image. A tagline in the upper left reads, "Vaguely queer witches at battle school: What's not to love?!" A Gathering of Pelicans by James Patterson (small text continues, "and another guy don't worry about it") is just a dramatic photo of a pelican with some diagonal black stripes covering the lower left corner. A three-star review declares, "It was alright." The Group Project Partner Gambit by McKaleigh White is a lineless piece of two people standing before a chalkboard with some sticky notes and doodles, one of a skeptical face and the other a pink heart. The person on the left, with long blue hair and glasses, smokes a cigarette. She wears a cream tank top, olive pants, and blue shoes. The person on the right has darker skin, curly brown hair, and shades. He wears a similarly off-white collared long-sleeve, blue pants, and brown shoes. The background is a light but saturated pink. Wendy Jenkins Is Afraid Of Commitment by McKenna Beige is in a similar style cartoon style. Wendy Jenkins stands with one hand in her pocket, the other holding a coffee cup, with an Australian Shepherd beside her. She seems to be in a park. A dashed arrow in the shape of a question mark indicates to a pink silhouette behind her, of another girl training her dog to shake a paw. End ID.]

The littlest things we know to be small = debut literary fiction

The dark wife: thriller, adapted into a Hulu original

The mailman’s niece = historical fiction

The mailman of Warsaw = also historical fiction but about war

The gate of wind = fantasy

The gate of wind and bones = young adult fantasy

A gathering of pelicans = mystery, part of a long running series that takes up a whole shelf at the library

The Group Project Partner Gambit = romance with a cartoon cover

Wendy Jenkins is Scared of Commitment = romance with a cartoon cover of gay people

[cyberplex]

Howdy, Rory, and welcome to the Cyberplex! Please submit your account to the main in the next 72 hours and look over the rest of our checklist here. We look forward to seeing Antosha Kučera, Corbett Grazer, and Phelan Frost on the dash.

Asa Germann / he/they ——— no way is that Antosha Kučera .. they’re a 25-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being Destructive & Self Neglectful but there are some people who have seen them being Creative & Earnest. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of mismatched socks, broken clocks, and not recognizing yourself in the mirror, but that could just be because they’re considered The Mood-Swinger around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through.. /  

Anthony Turpel / they/them ——— no way is that Corbett Grazer.. they’re a 20-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being Disorganized & Indecisive but there are some people who have seen them being Curious & Sociable. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of stargazing on a lawn, all you have is lies, and making shapes with sparklers in the dark, but that could just be because they’re considered The Fake Memory around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through.. /

Mark McKenna / she/they/he ——— no way is that Phelan Frost.. they’re a 23-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being Impulsive & Untrusting but there are some people who have seen them being Loyal & Observant. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of worn out converse sneakers, punched walls, and the raw instinct to survive, but that could just be because they’re considered The Unfavorite around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through.. / rory, 30+, they/he, pst

[edwardgdunn]

The Masks We Wear – In Two Acts

Act 1

I walked into the gleaming glass high-rise on 44th Street in Manhattan and grabbed the elevator to the 82 floor. I was shown into a conference room by the receptionist. Seated around a black walnut table that probably had its own zip code were six men. “Keep your seats gentlemen,” I said. They ignored me and the obligatory glad handing began. Every last one of them were dressed in Armani suits and Italian shoes with names I could not, nor wanted to know how to pronounce. I did, however, chuckle to myself when I noticed that apparently none of them would be caught dead wearing the watch of the commoner, a Rolex. It was all Patek Phillipe, Piaget, and Cartier. The whole scene was a study in ego run amok. The only man in the room who didn’t look like a peacock in a hoot dash was my business partner and life-long friend, McKenna Chevalier (Mac) who had traveled with me.

I was there to perform due diligence on their company. If the process went well, Mac and I were considering investing a substantial sum of money to help them expand their operations nationwide. During the several hour meeting, the men were friendly, exceedingly polite, and accommodating to a fault. Of course they were. They needed money. I had access to it.

We wrapped up the first of three days of scheduled meetings. The CEO suggested we make the short 4-block walk to his favorite watering hole and restaurant. Off we went – Mac, me, the peacocks.

Act 2

A stylish and beautiful young woman greeted everyone warmly, most by name. She led us to a private dining room and the tuxedo clad waiters were hovering within seconds. Then the manager appeared.

“Good evening gentlemen, may I start you off with cocktails?”

“Everyone good with bourbon?” the CEO asked. We all nodded our approval. The waiter returned a few short minutes later looking distressed.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Ellery,” he said. I’m afraid we are out of Michter’s, sir. Could I perhaps offer you something different?” Anger flashed across Ellery’s privileged face.

“Are you kidding me? Seriously? John, you knew damn well we would be here tonight – with guests. I know this because my girl told me she confirmed the reservation this afternoon. And now you want to feed us some cheap ass, gut-rot whiskey. Bullshit.”

“I’m so sorry sir. We had plenty of Michter’s on hand earlier but a large table at lunch made short work of all of it.”

“I don’t give a flying f**k. Why didn’t you carry your ass to wherever you get that sh!t and get more? Jesus, I guess it really is true, you just can’t get good help these days.”

“Again, I am so sorry Mr. Ellery. Please allow me to compensate for my mistake on your bill. We’ll do better next time,” the manager said.

“Next time? Fat chance! Just bring us some damn menus. We’ll do our drinking elsewhere. Somewhere that has competent staff.”

“Yes sir, right away.”

The shattering difference in how this man had treated me and McKenna just a half hour earlier and the venom he spewed at the restaurant manager was abominable. That’s putting it politely. I looked at Mac, saw the agreement etched all over his face, neatly folded my napkin, and said,

“Gentlemen, I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure.” Mac and I left the restaurant, grabbed a cab, and headed out into the city to find a couple of slices of New York pizza and beer. The would be no investment.

Looking back at it now with a bit more perspective, the whole affair was a textbook study in roles. We all play roles. If you have some modicum of self-awareness, you will sense it in yourself daily. We slip into and out of roles as deftly and easily as we breathe. We are one character with friends, another with customers, another with a boss, and yet another with a lover or spouse. There is nothing inherently wrong with this.

Where we run into trouble is when we don’t realize that all of these roles are inauthentic in some way. Our interactions are not between authentic people but between the roles we are playing. We build mental constructs based on comparisons. Am I better than him? Is she better than me? Everyone is doing it all the time and all have agreed to the rules of the game. It leaves us with the stark reality that there is no real relationship taking place, there are only the fictions playing out in short, two act plays. The playwrights craft their scripts such that they get what they want. Everything is transactional. Everything is a means to an end.

While not easy, we can all strive to give up defining ourselves through comparison to others. Just as well, we can become wholly (or at least mostly) unconcerned with how others define us. When we dial back the roles and begin living authentically, we come alive. This is where we are at absolute our best. This is when we are at peace.

This is when we are happy.

Check out the Happiness 2.0 Podcast — https://podcast.edwardgdunn.com/

Happiness 2.0 Blog — https://edwardgdunn.com/blog

[bellabandida]

Written by BellaBandida on StoryLoom

WITCH UPON A STAR

Genre: Sci-fi/Fantasy

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You are Tali, a space witch from the planet Lunetta. When the evil Creepopple explodes your planet, your beloved coven sisters are sent flying through space! Can you save them all before Creepopple destroys the entire universe?

LOVE IS ALL YOU BLEED

Genre: Horror/Romance

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A scintillating anthology of love stories told by The Collective: a group of vampires that have reigned since the turn of the century.

MY DAD'S IN THE BAND

Genre: Comedy/Romance

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You are Melinda Taylor and your dad is Jax Taylor, lead guitarist of the classic rock band Jax and the Thorns! You’ve been bored and tired on the road with these dads for weeks, but during a long stop in Baltimore you meet one of the other band members’ sons: the dashing Christopher McKenna. Will you and Christopher get to know each other? Or will these egotistical rock dads get in the way?