#hallie writes

[halliewriteshockey]

Wrote 2700 words yesterday and I'm diving back in today. Two more scenes and some loose ends to wrap up and then I'm DOOOONE holy shit it's been so long

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (12) - You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart

LOOK!!! I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS!!! ❤❤❤ I commissioned this absolutely BEAUTIFUL art from @ritzeldraws of the dance scene in this chapter! It's so beautiful- it captures their expressions and feelings perfectly and it's been my iPad background for months waiting to be unveiled! It's so lovely and I'm beyond happy that I got the opportunity to request this. :") Thank you again!! (They're dancing to Duvet by Boa btw, just in case you thought it was a happy dance)

Prepare your tissues for this chapter 💕 It's sad, and my song choice is awful (sarcasm) but you'll recognize it if you've watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners. No happy endings in Night City 💔

Please enjoy!

Chapter Summary: A brush with death leads to denied realizations from Astarion when Ofelia suffers a fatal wound. After she recovers, the party takes a group photo with Ofelia's revived phone- courtesy of Gale- and they all dance the night away trying to forget about their next objective: taking down the goblin leaders. The unlikely pair's slow dance leads to a drunken confession, and further torment appears in the form of a dream visitor wearing the visage of a former friend from Ofelia's past...

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,811

Have some dance pics below the link!!! ❤ (peep the accidental cursor lol)

✧˖Tag List: @khywren

Opening under the cut!

Astarion tries not to think too hard about the way her eyes had been so sweet one moment, and the next had snapped like someone had wrung a child’s neck in front of her. She’d been very successful hiding her tone, but the eyes never lie, and hers were like cold dead stars. Empty and black.

He watches her come out of the broken mill, face impassive, before her brows twitch and a sheepish frown pulls at her lips.

“Lae’zel… I’m really sorry. I should have listened… you know way more about any of these things than me.” 

“No matter. It is normal for warriors to exchange furried words in the heat of battle. Apologies are not necessary, but I will offer mine as well. What were you retrieving?” Ofelia lights up and holds out the little rectangle she’d pried off the goblin.

“My phone! I found it! It plays music!” She grins at Lae’zel earnestly and the gith looks at her a moment before turning away.

“I take it back.” Ofelia sticks her tongue out at Lae’zel’s retreating back before gathering the rest of them close. They disclose the identity of the gnome they’d pulled off the mill, the man walking away towards the treacherous temple ahead- nothing they could do to stop him.

“Okay, we’ve got what? A bugbear behind that building?” She asks, keen eyes darting to the left. Gale nods. “Three trolls in that building there, another four goblins around the back of the old apothecary. Then it’s the road down to the temple. And that sounds like way too many for us to tackle with sunset so close…” She presses a finger to her lips, deep in thought.

“We could break into groups, at least take out the rest here a little at a time?” Karlach asks, her eyes flashing towards the trolls.

“Okay… let’s balance the teams. Karlach, Gale? Trolls?” The two specified nod, though the wizard with less enthusiasm. “The bugbear… Lae’zel and I.” Astarion tuts.

“What about me, darling? I hope you’re not considering pairing me with these two?” He jerks his chin at Wyll and Shadowheart and the latter rolls her eyes at him and graces him with a rude hand gesture. Ofelia flicks her eyes up to him, darkness flaring in them, before she turns her chin away.

“Okay. Come with Lae’zel and me.” He grins, and though they can do without the wet blanket, he’ll trust Ofelia’s judgment. He slides next to her, brows creasing when she stiffens, but she flashes a warm smile at him and his concern ebbs. She’s started behaving like a timid little thing around him and it’s sweet, almost as sweet as her usual red cheeks and tender warmth. What a lovely thing she’ll be to indulge in when she finally lets him devour her whole.

Ofelia lets him pounce on the passed-out bugbear and he preens at the opportunity to show off, lodging his dagger into the neck of the beast as it roars in anguish. He dances out of range of its angry swipes, leaping away gracefully thanks to the meal she’d provided him this morning. Ofelia strums a little tune to embolden Lae’zel and with a final cleave of the githyanki’s greatsword, the creature collapses into a puddle of blood and sour ale. Vile smelling, at that.

“There are lots of supplies lying around, would be good to take them back to camp after we’re done here.” Ofelia murmurs to Lae’zel and the other woman grunts in acknowledgement.

“Ahh yes, moldy cheese wheels and old brandy. Hardly a feast,” He drops said bottle, her eyes meeting his again and he can see that razor-thin edge beneath like a yawning abyss, void and unseeing. He blinks and it’s gone, replaced by dry humor. When she looks away towards an old barn, he frowns. She’s behaving strangely. At least something useful had come from his centuries of torment- the power of observation. And he’s very good at it.

Had it been what he’d said? Perhaps it was a little… cold. Not that it matters, really. But it does now, and he’ll need to remedy it once the opportunity arises. He rolls his eyes inwardly, breathing out a sigh. Why is it so hard to win her affections? She’d even admitted the first time he’d drank from her how much she likes vampires, that should have won him some points, surely? All he needs is for her to agree to a gods damned night with him and he can take the rest from there. It’d be easy to pretend to care at that point. Clinical, even.

[clairelutra]

after years of telling myself i didn't have what it took to have any success selfpublishing, i finally looked at what was selling in selfpub

...lol.

[suekreandtheidiots]

(...) "He's not that bad." Lance shrugged. "He's exactly that bad." Hallie said grimly and had to remind herself to not accidentally spill the truth about how badly the not-so-bad-Fozzy had treated Lucy last Winter. "He's loud and annoying, that's all. He likes you fine." "Great, I always wanted to be with a spineless, reckless twat void of any deeper emotion than... than this." Hallie made a disgruntled face and waggled Lance's phone in her hand before handing it back to him. "Alright, look, I'm not here to convince you of Fozzy's qualities." Lance said in an obvious attempt to smooth the waters. He put back his phone. "He's an idiot, everyone knows it. I don't know what he did to you, and I don't need to, you can dislike him all you want but... he's a mate." "I know." Hallie sighed. "Can't forbid you to hang out with him, wouldn't want to, either. I just... I dunno, just promise me you won't trust him with anything important and we're good." "Believe me, I know as much." Lance scoffed, before shooting her a friendly little glance. "Besides, that's what I got you for, anyway." (...)

This is just a little excerpt from the piece of writing that goes along with this quick fake screenshot I drew yesterday! We had such nice weather all week, I couldn't help but get in a Summer mood. And since the love for these two is always strong... well. I picked the day of all days - Hallie and Lance too Ali, Nessa and Sausage (the family dog xD) out to town, and later the beach. While Ali and Nessa were playing fetch with Sausage a few yards away, Hallie tried to tell Lance about her feelings for him. Unfortunately they got interrupted before she could do that.

Nevermind. She got the chance later that day, once the two had brought Ali and Nessa to their respective homes and returned to the beach. She finally did, and he responded well. :)

[v-tired-queer]

Doodling for an AU I'm working on for VLD and this is the first baby that I've drawn that actually turned out how I envisioned 🤣 Practice does pay off 🩷

[loveofcharacters]

random starter for @writermuses

"Jesus Christ-" muttered Oliver walking up to the blaring music getting louder with every step. He shouldn't be here, he knows he shouldn't be here but when a friend asks for help, you help him. Holding his best friends phone in his hand, he heard the voice on the line but decidedly attempted to ignore it. "Will you shut up for a second?" he studied the map on the phone, and estimating where the tracker was in respect to his location. Looking between the house and the phone, he knew they had to be inside. He groaned, taking strides towards the unkept fraternity with dozens of people just on the porch, and what looked like a few dozen more on the inside. "You fucking owe me for this," he spoke into the phone.

[dreamgrlevl]

open starter: m/f/nb muse: hallie hudson (test muse) connection: any can switch to gif icons / please use beta for replies / do not like my starters

"it's a top." hallie says simply, looking down at the shiny triangle bra tap that's barely covering her, while the other's incredulous question goes right over her head. "it's cute, right?" she asks, looking up at the other who doesn't seem to be appreciating the outfit she's wearing as much as she is. the top is clearly one issue, and the short skirt that clings to her barely covers her a/ss is another. "i was thinking i might wear a jacket over it, but i don't know. what do you think?" she continues on, oblivious to the fact that the person she's talking to does not approve of the revealing outfit that hallie seems to think is appropriate for the night out with her girl's that she's planning on leaving for just as soon as her ride pulls up.

[thenicestthingiveseen]

hinny + drawing circles and patterns on their chest!

so…uh….this kinda got away from me….

[mostmagicals]

do your filipino muses have a favorite filipino / culturally significant culinary dish ? if so, what is it and why do they like it ? do they have key or strong memories associated with it ?

ASK ME ABOUT MY FILIPINO MUSES!

Rafael loves Sinigang and Adobo, as Lacey always cooks these dishes for him. He wouldn't try to cook these meals himself because he thinks he isn't the best cook, but he would try because he's that determined. He also has some positive memories on both of these dishes, especially Sinigang because Sinigang is the one he usually eats on rainy days.

For Penelope, she's a picky eater because she used to be a sickly one. Her servants were the ones who cook her meals. She would mostly eat vegetable dishes despite she didn't like them at first, but she had gotten used to it after eating them for so many years up to this day. Her top faves are Ginisang Monggo and Ampalaya.

For Krystal, growing up in the States, she barely eats Filipino dishes. She mostly eats burgers, fries, steak, fried chicken and you can barely see her eating healthy foods even after her rehab. She only eats healthy foods and exercise whenever she feels like it, despite being a superhero.

For Nerissa, she never tried any of the Filipino foods because her meals had been different when was locked up in the lab facility for experimentations. She is also allergic to seafood so she never tried any seafood dishes and stick to vegetable dishes. She only tried Tinola once, but she won't mind eating more just to try them.

For Hallie-Rose, her mother was the one who cooks Filipino dishes. Her mother's Dinuguan is her favourite, and she won't eat any Dinuguan dishes unless her mother cooks it because she really enjoyed it. She would also eat these with rice cakes as snacks.

[shigironkii]

Oh doctor!

[mosswolf]

ive had a bad run recently with reading indie books that i really wanted to enjoy conceptually by the writing style and characterisation just felt terrible to me which is so disappointing BUT i just read twelfth moon by halli starling which was a really fun collection of snapshots and thank god. breath of fresh air!!!

[clairelutra]

so, just a heads up:

I'm going to be removing my stories from AO3 and porting them over to my Dreamwidth.

i'm feeling incredibly sick with upper management and how they've treated the volunteers in their organization, and until the people responsible are gone and changes are made, i'm not going back.

as i have 272 stories public at the moment, along with a number of others scattered across accounts and in anonymous collections, i likely won't do this all at once, or in full completion. nonetheless, if there are stories of mine that you enjoy and don't want to lose, i highly encourage you to download them either manually, or with a tool or scraper.

as I want to keep all the lovely responses and feedback i've gotten over the years, i'm going to leave the fic postings themselves up, and replace the contents, and link to the full stories on dreamwidth.

i'll be starting on or after june 25th, 2023

(note: my stories will still be accessible on dreamwidth; this post is for those who want to preserve or download them as they are)

this is why i'm leaving

this is my dreamwidth that i'll be crossposting to

here's a downloader tool and its instructions

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here is my ao3

[suekreandtheidiots]

Her own.

Location // Characters: Aberdeen // Hallie and Sofia

June 2006 - Craig Abbott is no longer among the living. A fact so painfully sad and true, but Hallie and Sofia still manage to share a nice moment, sharing some lovely thoughts.

Status/Notes: unfinished/I always loved the thought that Hallie and Sofia had a real connection back then. Sometimes, some girl talk is all we need in our lives!

***

The front door opened, and Hallie looked right into Sofia Abbott's face.

A friendly face, but undoubtedly weary, too; Sofia's grief was plain obvious. Hallie felt a wave of sympathy but decided to not address it. The three remaining Abbotts most likely had enough people going on about their unfortunate situation, trying to make sure that they were okay, while it should be so clear that none of them was okay, not right now, not in a few weeks, maybe not ever. The least thing Sofia needed was another shallow remark, Hallie figured.

"Hallie, darlin'." Sofia welcomed her with a bright smile. A genuine smile, despite it all, Hallie could tell.

She smiled back, giving Sofia a little wave with her hand. "Hi! I, uh, believe I'm a little early…"

"Well, if you're here to see Lance, you are. He took an extra shift in the hospice but he should be back by five, I think."

"Ah, wasn't sure about that and I couldn't get a hold of him earlier. Now I know why." Hallie bit her lip. "Well, I guess I can come back later-"

"Or you can wait? If you want?" Sofia offered, making a welcoming gesture towards the open door.

Hallie thought about the suggestion. Heading home only to sit around for a few minutes and to come back later really seemed like a bit of an unnecessary hassle, when she could also stay and have a little chat with Sofia. Checking in on the Abbotts had become somewhat of a daily thing anyway, Hallie saw no reason to make an exception today.

"Uhm, as long as I'm not a bother?" she answered with a smile.

"Oh, you're a welcome distraction, dear." Sofia laughed. "I've got cake, too. Ali played chef earlier."

"What? Ali baked?"

"What can I say, we're all grasping for straws these days." The line was heavy with meaning, but Sofia uttered it so casually that it made Hallie wonder if the woman was trying to play it cool for her or if she really felt as alright as she sounded. "And that cake actually turned out amazing, there's just too much of it to eat all by myself. Come, dear. Come on in."

Hallie stepped into the house's hallway, still trying to wrap her head around the mental image of young rising football star Ali Abbott standing in the kitchen, possibly in a cute little apron, waving a whisk around… or whatever one needed to whip up some decent cake batter; Hallie wasn't particularly experienced in the fine art of cooking and baking herself. The house smelled delicious, though, Ali had apparently done a great job indeed.

"I am just looking through some old pictures for the funeral service." Sofia told her as she was guiding her through the hallway to the living room.

Wow. Hallie thought. That had to be tough.

"How's that going?" she asked, dropping her bag next to the door as she entered the living room. When she did, she almost tripped. The sight of dozens of photos spread on the floor took Hallie by surprise and she supressed a gasp.

Well. Apparently, that was how it was going.

"I'm biased, of course, I love them all." Sofia said. "You know what? It's really great that you're here and have a moment to spare, I can use a girl's creative opinion. My sons aren't exactly helpful in these matters."

"Not even Ali? Now that he shows some talent in the creative field, too?" Hallie laughed, crouching down to take a closer look. Dozens of Craigs in front of her, yet they all longed for just one. The real one.

"To be honest, I haven't even asked him." Sofia admitted, offering Hallie a cushion to sit on which she gratefully accepted. Sofia sat down next to her and went on. "Ali is not doing well. Of course he is trying to just keep going, but he hardly ever talks these days."

Hallie could hardly picture a version of Ali who wasn't an extraordinarily lively, happy and chatty little fella. "That's so sad."

"I'm trying to give him some room and let him come to me, you know? Lance as well. It hasn't been easy. To be honest… I don't always know what to do, or what to say to my sons." Sofia swallowed hard and for a few seconds it looked like she was lost in her own thoughts but she eventually snapped out of it. "Oh dear. I'm rambling again, love, I'm sorry."

"No! No, I mean, it's fine." Hallie answered quickly. She appreciated Sofia's honesty. So much, now more than ever.

It was one thing she had always loved about the Abbott family - they told things as they were. No false modesty, no sugarcoating, no glossing over things and no unnecessary drama either.

"That must be so hard for you." she went on. "I mean, I have no idea at all what you're going through, I just… I'm so sorry."

"Aw, nah." Sofia waved it off. "Nothing you should be worrying about."

"I am, though! I mean, I have known Lance for quite a while now, he's my best friend, and I don't always know what to say to him, either. If- if that helps?"

Sofia turned her head and looked at her, and after a few moments, the corners of her lips curled up into a warm smile. "You know what? I think it does."

Hallie felt another tremendous wave of sympathy for Sofia but decided to let the subject go for the time being. She bit her lip and nodded at the photos. "So what's with all of these?" she asked.

"Well, I need some nice photos. We have collectively decided that we're going to turn the house into a… well, let's call it 'Craig shrine'. We're going to create a walk down the memory lane of some sorts. Put up the photos, all his favorite items… so everyone can say their goodbye in their favoured surrounding."

"Like a museum of memories, but more rock'n'roll!" Hallie mused, and she could picture it right away. She liked that idea a lot.

Do not mourn the dead, but celebrate the lives they had lived.

Hallie had no idea where that thought had just come from, but it definitely sounded like something Craig would have agreed with.

"Exactly!"

"Collectively decided, you say?"

"Well, it was Lance's idea but Ali and I loved it. I have talked to Craig's old friends, too, they supported it as well. It's simple, but it's good. He'd love it."

"And what kind of photos do you want to put up?"

"The good ones."

"You might want to narrow that down a bit." Hallie laughed, looking through the masses of Craig portraits and snapshots in front of her. They all looked pretty charming in one way or the other. Not always flattering, definitely not, but they showed Craig as he was - a chaotic and loveable force of nature.

One image in particular caught her eye now. It had to be a fairly old one because it had the characteristic slightly red tinted look to it that many older photos developed over time. It showed a much younger version of Craig and Hallie just realised that she had never seen any pictures of him from back in the days. Craig looked clearly like Craig, but so different at the same time. He was sitting in front of what looked like the old Capitol building, posing for the camera with a light smile and the typical metal fork.

Hallie carefully picked the image up.

"That one's nice!"

"Oh, you tell me." Sofia instantly agreed. "Wanna know what this is?"

"Sure!"

"It's from February 28th, 1984 - the day I met Craig for the first time."

"No way!" Hallie gasped. "That's how it started? That is what he looked like? Did you take this?"

"Oh no, his friend Cyril took it, and he gave it to me a while later. But yes, that is how it started, that is what he looked like." Sofia smiled.

Hallie just remembered the day she had met Craig for the first time, about five years ago. He had looked young, younger than most dads she knew, but he had still looked like a dad, somehow. She remembered the encounter very fondly; Craig had managed to make her feel welcome and her shyness had eased so quickly as he was talking to her like he was talking to an old friend. The little crush she used to have on him for a while was very innocent, Hallie could tell from her nowadays perspective, but it was bound to happen.

It's strange. Hallie thought. Those Abbotts really have a way of knocking you flat, when you least expect it. Her thoughts wandered to Lance for a moment. One way or the other.

She looked back at the picture in her hands. "Gosh, he was a fox." she gasped out.

Sofia let out a hearty laugh. "Pretty much what I thought. He was beautiful. Not at all my type, but gorgeous. The shabby attire just added to it, for reasons I could never quite understand."

Hallie knew all too well what Sofia meant. Some people can simply pull shabby off, and Craig was quite obviously one of them. He had to be in his very early twenties on the picture. If she were to meet that guy, she'd immediately fall for him, too, Hallie was sure of it.

She also wondered if Lance had ever told her about the way his parents had met, but she couldn't recall anything. She had sure been curious, but the opportunity to ask either Sofia or Craig themselves had never really presented itself until now.

"Don't get me wrong." Hallie started. "It's just… I mean, I always wondered what would bring the two of you into the same place."

Sofia gently took the photo out of Hallie's hands, stroking the slightly tattered rim. While she looked at it, her expression changed and Hallie could tell that she was reliving that particular memory once more. Not because she had troubles remembering the details but because she did remember them, and because it was a much happier place than reality could ever be these days.

"It was a Whitesnake concert." Sofia eventually said.

"Whitesnake?! Oh god." The story would be very eighties, Hallie thought to herself. As eighties as it can get.

"I didn't really care about the music, I just went to keep my then-boyfriend company. Left the concert hall to get some beer. Stood in an endless queue for what felt like hours… and all of a sudden, there he was." Sofia smiled. "Smiling at me from one of the little standing tables. Gosh, I don't even know what happened to me in that moment. I wasn't able to take my eyes off him."

"That's so cute!"

"Hallie, I tried, believe me, but I just couldn't. I couldn't help it. I was entirely aware that my boyfriend was inside the hall, and I felt a little bad for staring but truth is that I had never seen a man that gorgeous before. When I saw Craig Abbott, I saw… life. It was like I suddenly saw the life I was missing out on at the time."

"Oh my god, and he wasn't even your type." Hallie breathed out, entirely taken by Sofia's voice and the way she was telling the story.

Once again, her thoughts wandered to Lance. The way she had fallen for him was so different from the way Sofia had fallen for Craig all those years ago. Sure, Lance and her had only been twelve years old when they met; one could most likely not expect a rush of impure thoughts at only twelve. But even now that Hallie was so sure about her feelings, there still weren't any actual… flying sparks. Or anything of that sort. She sure had her moments when she wasn't able to peel her eyes off Lance, his face especially, but she blamed that on his pale blue eyes, as they had always fascinated her, after all, even when she wasn't trying to become his girlfriend.

Hallie tried to find the right words to address what was going on inside her mind, without giving it all away.

"So… you knew right away? That Craig was the one for you?"

Sofia put the photo away, smiled and let out a little sigh. "Well, at least it dawned on me that night that Ethan, my boyfriend, wasn't the one. All those other things… well. It's a little more complex."

"But it does happen, doesn't it? Love at first sight, I mean?"

"You know, Hallie, I believe that the thing we usually refer to as Love At First Sight is actually just attraction at first sight. That happens all the time, sure."

"People keep talking about it, though. That they knew right away, once they laid eyes on their partner. That they were the one for them. And I always figured that those moments are the real deal, you know? Can't get any more real than just knowing, right?" Hallie looked at Sofia for a few moments, and decided against adding something along the lines of 'I always wanted that for myself.'

"That's all easy to say in hindsight, don't you think?" Sofia laughed. "Sounds more like a fantasy to me, though. A nice one, sure, but the reality of a relationship - it's a little different than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Falling for someone is easy. Attraction is a thing. What's much more important, though, is the way someone makes you feel. The way they treat you in the long run. Don't you think?"

"I think so...?" Hallie shrugged, looking down at her hands in her lap.

"Craig and I were a good match, I give you that." Sofia chuckled, giving the impression that she had picked up the slight disappointment in her voice. "He was incredibly cute and funny, he had charmed me right away. To answer your question, though - no, I did not know that he was the one for me. How could I have known? I'm not psychic."

"Huh. When you put it that way?"

"I had a good feeling about him, though. Craig being the way he was made our start a lot easier. I mean, one usually doesn't go on dates with someone they can't stand."

"Makes sense." Hallie nodded. "Think I see what you're getting at."

"If it had turned out that Craig and I hadn't gotten along as well as we had, though, I wouldn't have stayed with him, just because things started so well between us. Just because of the idea of us."

"I see. That really makes a lot of sense." Hallie's thoughts now wandered back to her ex-sort-of-boyfriend, Simon. Three weeks of whispering sweet nothings to each other… and that had already been it. What had felt like love at first sight had turned out to be nothing at all.

"Craig had a way of making me feel like I belonged." Sofia went on. "It's hard to put into words. He never took me for granted. He made me feel like spending time with me was the greatest thing in the world. He was so in love with our boys, too, and he never made a huge deal out of the things that many other, older men got squeamish about. Craig never felt threatened."

"Threatened?"

"Well, I was a little older than him, after all. I had studied veterinary medicine, had a promising career that I had never even considered giving up, even when Lance and Ali were born. I always made my own money, I was my own woman and never the average stay-at-home-wife. Men of my time usually did not like that a whole lot, to say the least."

"I think they still don't." Hallie made a face. Well, there were exceptions, though. She could think of at least one.

"Craig loved every bit of it and he always encouraged me to keep going. He was happy on his own, because he had made the right choices for himself, even before we met. It wasn't all… how do you young folks say? It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows but we were good together. And knowing that I was one of the people in Craig's life who made him even happier fills me with joy and gratitude. It sounds cheesy, I know."

"No, it sounds wonderful."

"Look, Hallie, it's none of my business, of course, and you are still so young; you will meet a lot of people in your life. Times have changed, too, I know that. Speaking from my personal experience, though… you are so smart, creative and so, so kind. You may want to look out for how a person makes you feel. If someone makes you feel like shite, let them go. If someone makes you feel great about yourself, keep them around."

(... to be continued!)

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

Also on ff.net

Summary:          Mary helps with Hallie, Stede and Ed climb trees, and Ethan has a run in with Alma.

Notes:          I've been inspired by your lovely comments, They're always welcome. You may have noticed the chapter count has gone up, It may go up again still. Sorry but my brain runs away with my fingers sometimes.

Babywearing Ed is inspired by this gorgeous art on Twitter by @JiskeChristine If there are tags I've missed or you think I should add, please let me know

[slashingdisneypasta]

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[gabbysdawsons]

⌨️ + Chariot?? 🖤

An infuriating emptiness followed. Nothing but blankness where memories should be. They found only their name, and the itching feeling that no matter how safe Camp Jupiter claimed to be- it was still the wrong place.

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!