#fomerly

[anneomine]

Started an Anne x Gilbert ship specific fan fiction community, for the purpose of discussion and recommendations. Might be a tiny group but I’ve always wanted to talk in depth with other fans of KWAK, for instance, since her work is so lengthy and wonderful. Feel free to interact with this post or message me privately if you’d like an invite. (I did make it a private community, as I’d hate for inadvertent spoilers to be stumbled upon without warning.)

[breaking-everything]

Conservatives are out to make the internet into a fucking babysitting church (and we all know churches aren't really safe for children).

They already threatened and bought a bunch of socials and propaganda news outlets to keep their dumb cult dumber than ever and voting against their best interests with paid- for lies.

Oh... When was America ever great again? Wow, you really ate that reworded Nazi/KKK quote up.

AmErIcA fIrSt but it's really white billionaires first (One is even an ILLEGAL immigrant but since he's a white billionaire, conservatives don't care about him buying the presidency since he could never be president up front. But he sure can buy an useful idiot like Trump as a puppet and buy socials and bully news outlets to get him to win with dumb voters.)

B-b-but America First, huh? Also the KKK call themselves a "Christian Movement".

These are the fuckers wanting "Christian" education in the public schools they hate so much for teaching "liberal propaganda" which to them, is literally any actual factual history because the truth hurts people that want only fucking morons.

They can't win at shit if you are actually informed and what's sadly pathetic is that conservative idiots tell us to do our own research when they clearly didn't do theirs. Now they're not getting their promised lowered prices, learned what actual tariffs do and are mad at us again for not telling them that they were lied to by the liar that has always lied and always will lie.

[piginbuncostume]

Guess who got termed for the first time today lol. Fomerly @st444r, now piginbuncostume based of the stuffy I won yesterday at the amusement park XD

Btw I ate a burger yesterday because of a friend and maintained thank god, but now I fasted the whole day and I am supposed to end It in a few minutes, but I'm debating if I just keep going, but I'm going out and need the energy. My friends will make me drink stuff with cals anyways so might as well tru to make the meal 300 cals.

Here some th1nsp0 cause I'm petty like that:

[ravennawritesfanfiction]

Beauty From Darkness

Fomerly called Imagine Being Married to Lestat in an Arranged Marriage

Pairing: Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader (Past), Armand x Reader

Word Count: 2846 words

Summary: You were married to Lestat in an arranged marriage of misery. A twist of fate grants you the life you most desired and a chance encounter brings up the past.

You’d never imagined that you’d be sent away. How the thought had never occurred to you, you couldn’t say. You were a daughter; biological property. A financial burden. No prospects; no hope for a future outside of your husband. Beliefs that were a product of the time. Still, when your parents packed up your belongings and sent you to Auvergne, you were still surprised and hurt. 

The Marquis’ son was your age and unmarried. You were to be his wife. A trade agreement outlined your worth. A poorly written and defined trade agreement. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to voice your outrage. But you were a daughter, you didn’t have the right. 

Lestat seemed as angry as you were, however for vastly different reasons. You were yet another dictation in his life. The youngest of seven. The one without a choice. He’d never inherit a title, everything in his life served only to maintain appearances and the family name. A son, treated as a daughter. If he hadn’t instantly resented you, perhaps he would have realized that you shared the same pain, reflected. You weren’t his enemy, rather a fellow victim. He did not see it.

Your wedding, which should have been a grand celebration, more closely resembled a funeral; thanks in part to your groom. He paraded his displeasure like a badge of honor. He stayed as far away from you as the night would allow. You sat alone. No one approached you. Your gift that night had been the pitiful glances thrown your way as Lestat drunkenly told everyone how much he despised you and how little he looked forward to touching you. You were 16 years old, humiliated, and utterly alone. 

That night, your marriage was consummated; mostly because the Marquis stood on the other side of the door to make sure it happened. Lestat would not look at you. He barely touched you. He was in and out fast enough to say it happened, but nothing more. There was no pleasure in it for either of you. Immediately afterwards, he kicked you out of his room and banned you from ever reentering. He didn’t stop there, you were banned from his presence entirely. You would not exist to him. 

Lady de Lioncourt was your only companion for the next 11 years. She welcomed you into her library, taught you to read, and gave you the only escape you could foresee. She never apologized for Lestat’s behavior, never made excuses for him. She just spent the time with you he should have been. She alone watched you blossom into a young woman. She secretly wishes Lestat had given you a chance, even now she could see that you would have been a great match, but she never broached the subject to either of you. It wasn’t her business, the affairs of a married couple. 

You ran into Lestat one day, nine years after you had been married. He was leaving the library as you were entering. He bowed to you in passing, the perfect gentleman; he had not recognized you. You continued avoiding him. He began inquiring about his mother’s new companion. She shot him down with a well placed jab about not wishing to know her. Lestat was left confused for two years.

You had thought about him a great deal since that encounter. He had grown into a handsome young man. You wished that he had not taken to hatred with you so immediately. You could have been happy with him. You could be out in the world together now; maybe have a small family of your own. Beautiful babies at your feet. Then the disdain returned. He robbed you of that.

Just before Christmas, eleven years after you were wed, Lestat found Gabrielle in the library crying, holding your favorite book. He’s seen her companion reading it just days before. He had taken to watching her from afar; hoping for some clue as to her identity. 

“Mother?” Lestat rushed to Gabrielle’s side, begging her to tell him what had happened.

“She’s dead. That poor girl is dead,” there was a rage in her that Lestat had never seen. “Your wife is dead.” She snatched herself away from him, he jumped back in shock.

The girl that Lestat had lusted over for the past two years; the one he had inquired about countless times because of her beauty, had been his cast aside wife. The air was knocked from his lungs. He clutched at his chest; chest tightening. It was clear now why he was never permitted in her presence. His shame was more than he could bear.

“How?” how had such beauty met her end.

“We don’t know the details. Just that she had gone to the village. The amount of blood had made the butcher ill and only her ring and shawl were recovered.” his father answered. “Not that you would care, but there isn’t even a body to bury. She’s gone.” a sob ripped from Lestat. He felt dizzy and sick. He collapsed on the floor as if attacked by a phantom.

“Why did she go out alone?” he was sobbing. He knew where the blame lie. He had been evil and cruel. She hadn’t been given a chance.

“Who would accompany her? The husband that banished her?” his mother’s venom was unbridled. His father did not intervene on his behalf. He curled into himself on the floor. Sobs turned into wails. He had condemned her to death. A stupid young boy, broke the one thing a young man desired. His brother finally hauled him to his room after his mother had had enough of his presence. She lamented that your death was what had been needed for Lestat to show you emotion.

You awoke surrounded by the most beautiful paintings you had ever seen; the skittering of insects you could not locate, and a strange man watching you. Normally, you would have been afraid, but you had a suspicion that the worst was already behind you. You were 27 years old, no longer alone, and a vampire. 

You took to your new life with grace. Every lesson Marius had for you, you devoured.You mastered your gifts with ease ad precision. You loved it all. Even the constant darkness could not damper your spirits. How could it when the darkness revealed the stars?

Marius was a gifted painter. Your talent was music. He’d given you the greatest gift; and eternity with your sheet music. You could imagine nothing better. Marius painted you often in the earliest days; you were an angel hunched over the sheet music at your piano. No greater muse had ever existed. You composed your life. Innocence shifted to profound sadness, the sadness turned into broken notes; a fear of ending hung heavy with those notes. The notes shifted to something dark, but even in the darkness, there was an uplifting hope in the melody. The song ended in unrestrained power and happiness. In your joy, you couldn’t have known that your music was calling to the one vampire that had broke you.

Lestat heard your music in the air; having fallen victim to Magnus in Paris. You felt him approaching. Both of you knew what his arrival would mean for your newly found happiness. Marius sent you away. The only way he knew he could protect you, his most beautiful creation. You had the skills to survive on your own now, and you had an ability to see the beauty around you in the night. He did not fear for you. He hid away the paintings of you. Once again, you were alone because of Lestat. So you drifted. You experienced the world around you. 

You found yourself in Paris. Marius had instilled vampire customs in you while traveling. You announced your arrival to any vampires that may be inhabiting the city. A voice responded. You recognized him the moment you laid eyes on him. Amadeo. He was known as Armand now. The maitre of the local coven. When you explained that you were passing through with no destination in mind, he extended an invitation to join his coven. You declined. 

Despite rejecting the offer, there was something about him that made you stay. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He spent his free time with you. When he was busy, you found yourself at the Theatre des vampires. You had taken to writing music while you listened to him work. He felt like home to you, but you had an unnameable misgiving about the coven that kept you at arm’s length. 

You loved Armand. The first time you had ever been in love. It reflected in your music, uplifted and joyful notes that filled every corner of the theater. You stayed with him in his coffin most days, sleeping peacefully in his arms. You felt like you were home. But his coven wanted you. With each refusal they got more adamant. Armand feared for you should you not join. I was with a broken heart that he eventually sent you away. He regretted it before he had even carried it out. He didn’t want you to unwillingly join him and your happiness to fade. You were too important to him.You held no ill feelings towards him. It had been the best decade of your life.

It would be two hundred years before he would hear your name again. A familiar pain in his chest when he heard you on the radio. The year was 2010 and you were being catapulted into stardom. He was with a companion named Louis then, but they both were front row of your nearest show and backstage congratulating you. 

Armand must have told Louis about you. You discussed your human lives and your early days as a vampire. You learned that Lestat had made Louis and that they had been companions for almost thirty years. You learned about the murder attempt and how he had found himself in Paris. How he and Armand had started their relationship. You gave cliffnote versions of your own relationship with Lestat. Unsurprisingly, he had never mentioned you. 

Louis and Armand kept track of your tour schedule and had you stay with them when you were local. You still felt at home with Armand. Your feelings had not changed for him. But now, there was a deeper level of friendship that had not been there before. Not to say that you weren’t friends in Paris, because you were, but you understood him better now, removed from the coven. You saw Armand the person. Not just Armand the Maitre. 

You were still going strong in 2024. You were still chart topping and living your best life. Marius had joined you along the way, insisting on helping you manage the delicate balance of being a vampire in the public eye. You were loved and loving life. Your world was blooming. You discovered that Gabrielle was alive; the first fledgeling of Lestat.

You cried when you saw her. She wasn’t much for physical affection, but she didn’t let you go for the longest time. You had escaped. She became a mother to you. She even found a place for herself with your tour; she had been looking through your wardrobe with disdain when you mentioned that your costume designer never listened to you. They were fired the same day and she joined and revamped the wardrobe for not only you, but the entire band. The new style was an instant hit. 

One night, while you were enjoying the stars, you felt a presence behind you. It was sad and lost, but you knew him immediately. Armand. Fresh from the hell of the Dubai interview, you had been his only thought. He joined immediately as director, friend and companion. Your world was complete. Every meaningful person from your life was here with you now.

With every tour came interviews. Marius rehearsed with you from the list of permitted questions. You had been at this for a while so really it turned into a catching up session. Armand right next to you the whole time. All of you laughing and enjoying life together. Marius got an email mid discussion of modern art and the catastrophe it was. 

He was not smiling when he returned. There had been another band on tour in the area and they wanted to do a joint interview. The up and coming Vampire Lestat. The room went cold. Marius offered to cancel the interview. Armand begged you to let him. You disagreed. It was time to face the past. Armand insisted that he be present the whole time, right there where you could see him, knowing that he would intervene for you the moment things shifted. 

With an army of support waiting in the wings, the time came for you to take your seat beside Lestat. With a new name and 200 years separating your meeting, Lestat did not recognize you. Louis was there too. He came over and said hello. You caught up with Louis briefly and vaguely while Daniel Molloy set up for the interview. 

“What's a beauty like you doing with a gremlin like Armand?” he did not hide his disgust as he asked his rude question. Thankfully Daniel was signaling that he was about ready to begin.

“The company I keep is of no concern of yours.” Louis chuckled. He was 100% on your team right now. He knew enough about your relationship that he really needed Lestat to get his.

“I’m joined today by the Vampire Lestat de Lioncourt and Miss (Y/N) de Romanus.” Lestat preened for the camera, showing off for you as well. You smiled politely at the introduction. “How are your tours going?”

Lestat jumped in immediately. The star of the show always. You were instantly irritated. Armand walked over and stood next to Daniel, you gave him the signal that you were fine. He backed up and stood alone. 

“My tour has been everything I hoped. Though, I confess, it would be better if (Y/N) was there though.” It was Louis turn to be irritated with Lestat. You gave him the ‘I got this’ look. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t believe there would be room enough for you, me, and your ego.” Lestat sat there, dumbstruck. “I don’t enjoy being cast aside into the shadows, so I think I’ll stick with my own venture.” Daniel was shocked. Louis beamed at you. Armand gave you the nod. Lestat felt that the jab was oddly specific.

“How’s your tour, (Y/N)?” you smiled. Bombs ready to drop.

“I have the best family on tour with me. It truly is a dream for me. Marius keeps me going. Gabrielle, my stylist is impeccable and the mother I never had. And Armand, he is my best friend, my companion on all the long nights. I love him so much. He always knows exactly what I need, even before I know it sometimes. I love them all with my whole heart. And the fans, they are my world. They make it all worth it for all of us.” you could pinpoint the precise moment that Lestat had figured it out. Armand said something to Daniel. You think it may have been a suggestion to press the issue further.

“I get the impression you know each other?” Daniel could not contain his excitement. 

“I knew Lestat a long time ago. He was arrogant then too. It seems that the only thing that has changed is me.” You shrugged and Armand smiled at you, encouraging you.

“I have changed. I can now admit I was wrong. I apologize. I allowed my bitterness to overshadow the truth. We were the same.” He didn’t look at you, but you knew it was probably the most honest he had ever been in his life.

“What happened?” Daniel coaxed out.

“A personal matter between us.” Lestat got up and walked away. Daniel was stunned into silent observation. Louis followed Lestat out after giving you a thumbs up, making sure you were good first. Armand took Lestat’s seat. 

“You handled that with more grace than he deserved, My Love.” Armand took your hand and kissed it.

“He only wants me when I’m not his.” you looked Armand in the eyes.

“You know, you have a whole mob of people who choose you,” he paused. “I choose you. And I will always be sorry that I chose the coven over you then. I have regretted it since the moment it happened and I will spend eternity choosing you now.” you pulled him down to the floor in front of you so you could look him in the eye. 

“I knew you did. That’s why I never stopped loving you.” you were kissing Armand when Louis and Lestat returned. 

“If we finish this, I want my companion and good friend both to join us.” Louis was mic’d up and seated next to Lestat. Armand joined you on your other side. “Shall we begin again?”

[heartfullofleeches]

Weapon ideas for the murder clowns- Just spit balling things, subject to change..

Red: Machete

Pink: Handgun/Taser/Mace

Purple: Chains

Orange: Their hand/Whatever they can get said hands on/pocket knife.

Blue: Crowbar... Sledgehammer?

Green: Their teeth Metal Claws

Red likes to keep it classy. Pink doesn't like to get their hands dirty/is the least likely to actually murder someon unless needed, fomerly used posions before Green's... habits came to light. Purple can be pretty sneaky when they wanna be and uses the element of surprise to strangle their victims. Orange loves a good fight, but if they are on the losing end they will play dirty. Blue is one of the strongest despite their nature and uses blunt objects specifically to put that strength to use. Green made their gloves themselves and they are the clown's pride and joy aside from their treasures

Thoughts?

[gladiopsyop]

A Russian serviceman near the destroyed M1117 armored personnel carrier fomerly belonging to the Ukrainian Armed Forces in the Kursk region.

[shini-moomi]

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Oc Information

「CAUTION: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY」

GENERAL INFO

NAME: Noemi Rayne G. Trinidad

AGE: 28 (2019), 31 (2022), 32 (2023)

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

D.O.B.: October 23, 1991

P.O.B.: Davao City, Philippines

BLOOD TYPE: A+

NATIONALITY: Filipino

ALIAS(ES): "Soro", Noemi, Emi, Mimi, Ma’am/Captain (By Gaz), Capt. (By Soap), Capitana (By Rudy), Mi vida/Querida/Capitana (By Alejandro), Captain Trinidad/Sweetheart (By Graves)

OCCUPATION: Captain from the Philippine Light Reaction Regiment (Formerly, retired), Currently an associate member of Task Force 141

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Filipino, English, Russian, Spanish, and German

AFFILIATIONS: Armed Forces of the Philippines (formerly), Philippine Scout Rangers (formerly), Philippine Light Reaction Regiment (formerly), Task Force 141, CIA, Los Vaqueros

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5'9½" (176.5 cm)

WEIGHT: 148.3 lbs (67.3 kg)

HAIR COLOR: Black

HAIRSTYLE: Styled Bob cut (?)

EYE COLOR: Dark brown

SKIN COLOR: Light Beige

BODY TYPE: Slim and Lean

FACE CLAIM: Jane de Leon

VOICE CLAIM: Ada Wong from Resident Evil 2 Remake (VA: Jolene Andersen)

RELATIONSHIPS

Gerardo-Trinidad Family

SIBLING: 1

STATUS: Youngest daughter of the family

Ramon O. Trinidad (Father)

Paulina G. Trinidad (Mother)

Leonardo Eric G. Trinidad (Brother)

Estrellita Agnes G. Azoulay (Aunt)

Task Force 141

Capt. John Price (Ally)

Sgt. Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (Ally)

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ally)

Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick (Ally)

Los Vaqueros

Col. Alejandro Vargas (Love interest)

SGM. Rudolfo "Rudy" Parra (Ally)

CIA

Kate Laswell (Ally)

Shadow Company

Cmdr. Philip Graves (Complicated ally)

Light Reaction Regiment (fomerly)

Capt. Arnulfo Gadaza (Former ally and mentor, deceased)

PERSONALITY

Noemi is a relaxed yet dutiful woman. She is a skilled marksman, spy, and tactician during her years in the military. Outside from work, Noemi can be seen as a laid-back person who is likely to spend time with her family and friends. Unlike her aunt Estrellita, she doesn't get easily irritated unless if she is in a bad situation that needs to have a solution ASAP. She tends to get a bit stressed when the problem escalates worse than before but she is not the type of person to give up that easily. Despite her relaxed persona, she was considered as brutal when it comes to taking down her enemies in cold blood with a single and precise kill with her chosen weapon but she won't let her emotions get the best of her judgment.

BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in a military family, Noemi dreams to be a soldier just like her father, but it's not just about getting into the ranks and being recognized by everyone for being part of the military. At a young age, Noemi was one of the smartest students on her school despite being called to the guidance office from getting into trouble with her bullies. Her father, Ramon, was her inspiration to be a soldier. But her father didn't want her to pursue that dream, instead he wants her to be a nurse. Both her parents disagreed with Noemi becoming a soldier, even her own aunt Estrellita didn't liked the idea of her being sent to the battlefield as they feared that she will end up dead or get PTSD just like her two uncles from her father's side who tends to experience PTSD and are undergoing therapy sessions. Noemi disregarded these and continued her studies until she finished high school and proceeds to enter a military academy. At first she struggles the harsh treatment from her seniors as secretly gets beaten up away from prying eyes and yet, she persevered until she reaches the finish line. Graduation.

After graduating from the military academy, she joins the Armed Forces of the Philippines for a year before joining the Philippine Scout Rangers. During the 6-month rigorous training, Noemi struggled from the first 3 months of her training but she continues to strive hard until she finishes the training, receiving the Philippine Scout Ranger Qualification Badge. In 2013, she was sent to Zamboanga to deal with the Moro rebels with the rank of 2nd Lieutenant together with her fellow soldiers during the crisis. Through out the twenty days of combat, Noemi was finally enlightened and realized why her family didn't want her to be a soldier like her father. The gruesome scenes of seeing her allies KIA or wounded was etched onto her memory. Around 2015, she met Captain Arnulfo Gadaza from the Philippine Light Reaction Regiment as he suggested her to join the LRR. Curious, she joins the LRR and was trained by American soldiers as their trainers. Both Arnul and Noemi formed a bond together inside the camp as they mostly spend time with each other by walking around the area, talking with one another. Everything changed when she and Arnul got in a situation with the terrorists during the Battle of Marawi in 2016 to 2017. Arnul was shot on the neck by a sniper, causing Noemi to panick and drag his body somewhere safe.

Devastated and angered from the loss of her friend and mentor, Noemi took matters into her own hands. She killed any terrorists she could lay eyes on with he use of her sniper and used stealth to take down her enemies that are closed by. This made her earn the nickname "Soro" which means fox in Filipino. She was portrayed as a fox who sneaks her way to hunt down her target. After the battle, she was now promoted to Captain until in 2018, she retires from the regiment to take her mind off from the horrors that she have dealt with for all these years. In 2019, she receives a call from Estrellita about becoming an associate to Task Force 141 under Kate Laswell's request since Estrellita is a former CIA Agent. Noemi was reluctant from the offer as she is worried for her mental health and also for her family. With no other choice, she accepts the offer and went ahead to meet Laswell. As of now, she is an associate member of TF141 as she continues to serve on the task force together with the other members.

[imintheairconditioning]

Transformers ship dynamic-> big (fomerly) bad bunny bot x teeny "can't tell a car from a bot" bf

[miasma-my-asthma]

Oh so the gringos are getting pissy that people are calling them "yanks" now and making up shit to say thats racist? I remember when global south users, specially latin americans, were politely and tactfully using the term "usamerican" to properly differentiate USA citizens from other american countries. But that was too horrible of a deed for the average tumblr gringo, how dare us force them to aknowledge that other countries exist and that they are not the center of attention every single second on this earth when it comes to geopolitics...

Since then I see more people that fomerly used "usamerican" using "yank" and "gringo" cause it didnt make a difference when we tried being polite, the momment you stoo bowing down to them and licking the soil they step you become a disgusting vengeful monster. In my opinion they deserve way worse that being called gringo or yank.

[nerdasaurus1200]

Imagine if Verosika was fomerly part of the Vees

[splendykr20]

Opposite Cube (Opposite!Black Cube)

After watching "An Opposite Attack" episode from Chibiverse.

So i decide draw Black Cube with his opposite,for some reason he didn't evil like Molly Mcmean,Mabel Crimes,Tilly Scream and the others.

Cuz he's a fomerly villain or smth.

[murderousaudhdcat]

OC info!!

Estella is currently a 16y/o in Sumeru, fomerly in Fontaine.

here's the smallest bit of her story!

Estella was raised by her brother, Wriothesley (from the og game) until he is arrested, to which the fatui take her, and she is experimented on (no hate to Dottore!) which turns her into a cat hybrid! soon after she gets out of the fatui (I dont know how yet OKAY??) and lives in Sumeru, forming a close bond with most of the main cast, each of them teaching her something, she is most often will the Sumeru boys however, due to the fact that she is very close to Collei (in later timeline they are gfs, but I will not force that!) and spends her time with them. she works under Cyno in Sumeru law enforcement.

she's also close to a few people in Fontaine, like the siblings (not knowing their Fatui, ofc) and Wriothesleys main people!!

She is a Electro Claymore, with autism and ADHD :D

Uhm also she's a haravatat, due to wanting to learn all the languages, because she never wants anyone to not be able to say what they need anymore, she wants everyone to be heard!

(tysm to that one Alhaitham blog for reminding me I never said some of these editssss!!/pos :3)

[swouse]

Might as well make a pinned for this

Hi! We're the Thanor, fomerly the Swouse, a discord group of Tumblr user Calware's mutuals. Swimz doesn't know about this blog. Don't tell him. Slash J.

Mods:

Mod Kitty - @terepi

[crossover-enthusiast]

It’s about how the people of everwood survive once a dangerous mist falls over the town (caused by the cult- which may I add them doing this also fucked themselves over.)

It focuses on two groups of people! Those are the police station, and then the wage gang. Both of these groups consist of people such as:

For the station,

John (fomerly)

Jack

Ignacio

Patty

Ross

Roy

Robert(Formerly)

Streber

Samuel (shotgun man, formerly)

Simon (formerly)

For the Wagegang,

Streber (formerly)

Kevin (formerly)

Dexter (formerly)

Rick

Radford (…Kind of.)

There was a whole incident that split up the wagegang, too.

The thing about the mist is it’s made up of infectious spores, which once breathed in infect a person and once these mature, a parasite hatches from the mushrooms. The mushroom and parasite have a symbiotic relationship.

Once someone’s infected, there’s around three stages, which goes as:

First stage: signs of a common flu-like sickness.

Second stage: the fingers start to blacken at the tips, and near the end of this stage they get violent.

Near the end of the third stage the person will start to mutate and turn into one of the two types of infected, drones or mist makers

Ohhhhh, interesting

So since Radford is "kind of", he's in the process of being infected, I presume?

[thenicestthingiveseen]

fic stats let's go!

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

thank you, @displayheartcode :) :)

most hits - you and i

ahhh my microfic compilation. that's why.

second most kudos - you are beautiful

this was one of the first fics i'd ever written and all i really wanted to do was explore hair through a mixed race Female!Harry whose parents were still alive.

i kinda explore it in chaos which is a mixed race Female!Harry whose parents are very much not alive.

third most bookmarks - in all chaos there is calculation

so technically this is a tie between (chaos, friendly and friendlier, we could stay like this forever and the one below)

what if Harry was a girl? Ok and what if this Harry let the Sorting Hat put them in Slytherin? And what if Harry was mixed race?

It was a nibble of an idea and I know it's taking a very long time for me to update but it's because I want it to be better and because I've fallen into a RWRB fic hole

fourth most comments - oh, and it kills me

the first submission for Several Sunlit Daylights. I 100% never anticipated making a trilogy for this. They were just going to be miserable and unaware. But, the people wanted closure and I wanted to keep listening to Taylor Swift.

fifth most words - Crazy Little Thing Called Love

ahhh the fic fomerly known as Two Weddings and an Owl Funeral. My sweet sweet baby that I love with all my heart.

I am not ashamed to admit that part. of the first chapter of this fic was inspired by an episode of Vanderpump Rules (because I got really invested in Scandoval.) Anyways. I had started writing an elopement fic and then I was in a VPR hole and thought about the lizard memorial and I had to add that in. But then @displayheartcode requested a story based on the prompt of drawing circles or shapes on the others back and I just felt like that story fit so well into the Two Weddings and an Owl Funeral Universe that ultimately the universe is now Crazy Little Thing Called Love

least amount of words - on grief

honestly, I'm not sure why I even published this. I projected on to Ginny because I really wanted to call my grandma (who's been dead for almost 12 years) and I needed to get it out. As Anna Nalick once said these words are my diary screaming out loud.

i'm tagging @lynnelupin @corneliaavenue-ao3 @liiilyevans and anyone else who would like to participate

[life4lovers]

fomerly datesfordummies, I'm resurrecting my advice blog :) older, wiser, and now living in the love I've been dreaming of for so many years... let's chat x