#her name is Lexie she’s my world and my everything

[seagiri]

It’s her birthday

[hearts4hughes]

RAFECHELLA | RAFE X FEM!READER

note: i’m super jealous of anyone who got to go to coachella. my outfits would go so hard 😓

more like this…

rafe hated coachella. he hated the music festivals, the skimpy outfits, the pure spectacle of a clear money grab.

but you? oh, you loved it.

you asked him if he wanted to go with you. it’d be two weeks in palm desert, spending time together, and partying on the weekends. of course, he politely declined, pressing a button on his phone and wiring you all the money you could need.

but now he knew he fucked up.

he clenched his phone so tightly that it creaked in his hand. the screen illuminated your instagram post: a photo of you wearing next to nothing with some douchebag male influencer next to you. his hand grazed the bare skin of your hip, not obnoxiously, but enough to have rafe dialing your number within two seconds.

it rang two times too many before you answered.

“hi, baby! i miss you so much!” you squealed, barely taking a breath before rambling on. “oh my gosh, it’s so hot out here. i mean i was in a bikini and i was practically having a heat stroke.”

“baby-”

“wait one sec, i have to tell you about charli xcx’s set,” you screeched into the phone. “it’s tonight and i’m praying that she brings out billie eilish or lorde-”

“that’s nice, hun, but-”

“and then julia forgot her shoes at her house and we had to go out and buy a new pair, and-”

“y/n.” rafe snapped, his voice stern and demanding. you stopped blabbering with a furrow of your brows. “who the fuck was next to you in your instagram photo?”

“that was just julia, sarah, and lexi… why?”

he scoffed, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he was losing his patience. “i’m talking about that fucking douche-lookin’ male model that had his hands all over you.”

“oh, you mean mark? yeah, he’s super nice. he’s some influencer that is being sponsored to be here. i only posted the picture because i looked hot.” you said so casually that it made his jaw clench.

“why do you know his name? why does he know your name? why are you even speaking to men? scratch that, why are you even in a ten-yard vicinity as other men?” is what he wanted to say.

instead, he hummed. “yeah, mark, that’s who i meant.”

he thought of twenty ways he could kill mark—half painful, the other half excruciatingly painful.

you thought nothing of it though, continuing to yap about everything under the california sun. rafe sat on the other end of the phone, head in his hands, muscles taut. he crossed the room to his computer with a dangerous stride.

it looked like he was going to coachella after all.

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the desert sun was merciless, but you barely noticed it. your body moved to the bass pounding through the speakers, hands in the air, hair a mess of waves and glitter, skin warm and glowing. you were in your own little world; sweaty, tipsy, high on adrenaline, and overpriced festival cocktails.

coachella was somehow even more unhinged than the day before. influencers everywhere. lights flashing. girls in metallic bikinis and guys in fishnets for no reason. and you? you were dancing in the middle of it, laughing with your friends, practically vibrating with the energy of it all.

and then it hit you.

that prickly feeling at the back of your neck.

like someone was watching you. no… staring.

you turned instinctively, and there he was.

rafe.

dressed in all black, looking like a threat, jaw flexing, sunglasses low on his nose. his eyes locked on yours like a heat-seeking missile. he didn’t move right away. just stood there, watching. as if he couldn’t believe his eyes; as if he wanted to scream.

you blinked and he started walking.

not fast but not slow, just determined. people moved out of his way like they could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

and then he was in front of you. no words. no warning.

his hand slid around your waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin above your skirt. he pulled you back into his chest like it was nothing.

you gasped, breath catching. your head tilted back automatically, lips parting in surprise.

he leaned in close, mouth brushing your ear. his voice was low. dangerous. like a threat and a promise all wrapped into one.

“you’re lucky i like that little outfit,” he whispered, every word laced with heat. “but if another guy even thinks about touching you, i swear to god i’ll put him in the fucking hospital.”

your thighs clenched, your pulse spiked, and all you could do was smile.

[ayyy-pee]

hii lexi!!! hope you’re doing well :)) would you be interested in writing a suguru first date kinda thing? i thought it might be cute ^_^ (also i love your pfp!! it looks so good!)

AHHH THANK YOU NONNIE! <3 I'm so late, but I imagine Suguru would be exactly like this for a first date when he's really into reader lmaooo it's short but i'm trying to flex my brain with little drabbles. i appreciate you sending this request in! i hope you like it! <3

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Warnings: Cutiepie sweetie face nervous Suguru Geto!, downbad Suguru, Gojo being an annoying shithead, fluff and cuteness <3

It's so hot here.

Is it hot in here?

Has to be. Or else Suguru wouldn't be sweating so much. He can’t even hold his drink, the damn glass keeps slipping from his hands.

Maybe it’s the lights making his palms so moist?

Are the lights too bright? Too hot?

Was this restaurant the right choice? If it’s making him this uncomfortable, surely you’ll be uncomfortable, too.

Maybe he should have chosen another place. Do you even like Italian? Fuck, he should have asked you before making a reservation. What if you’re allergic to…pasta or like…tomatoes? He didn’t even think about that. Maybe it's not too late to change plans.

The soft buzz in Suguru’s pocket pulls him from his scrambled thoughts, and he takes his phone out to see a text sitting at the top of his notifications.

Beauty: Pulling up now. See you soon :) <3

Fuck! It's too late to change plans!

Okay. Okay, this is fine. It will be fine! He’s got this. What’s there to be nervous about? Nothing, because Suguru doesn’t get nervous. He asked you out, anyway. Not the other way around! There’s no reason he should be reduced to this clammy, sticky mess he’s become. 

And yet, it seems that’s all Suguru ever is when he’s in your presence. Although, it’s only been one other time.

It's been an entire week since Suguru first laid eyes on you coming down the aisle at his best friend's wedding. You would have thought he was the one getting married, the way his face grew red watching you smile, so stunning in that gown the bride had picked for you. The way his heart practically tried to punch its way through his ribcage when you’d graced him with a glance, aiming your beauty right at him. How you watched, teary eyed as your very best friend married his very best friend and it’s so insane of him, he knows. But Suguru thought he could see himself in this exact position one day…with you. And he didn’t even know your name.

It's so cliche, truly; a groomsman and a bridesmaid getting together at a wedding? It’s a romcom waiting to happen, but Suguru couldn't help himself.

You were the epitome of beauty. Your eyes, your lips, your smile, everything about you. They were all things Suguru could not get out of his head after you'd danced with him at the reception. With that cheesy love ballad playing way too loudly, you slipped perfectly into his embrace, like the missing piece of a puzzle, and he had to get to know you.

"Fuck your honeymoon," he'd told Satoru, rolling his eyes as his best friend panned his camera across the beautiful powdery sands of Turks and Caicos. “Can you ask your wife for her number?”

“Hmm…” Satoru flipped the phone back around and Suguru could see him pretending to think about it, tapping his chin just to irritate Suguru. “Beg me.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Beg…me…”

That stupid grin on that long limbed bastard’s face. If Suguru could, he’d reach through the phone and smack it right off of him. Why would he beg for your number? He’d get connected with you some other way. Suguru is not a beggar. Nothing in this world could make him open his mouth and plead for something.

“No.”

“Then I’m not asking. Good luck finding her! Gorgeous girl. Hope she doesn’t find someone else because there were quite a few people asking about her at the wedding…”

Suguru knows what he’s doing. And he fixes his friend with a deadpan stare as he says, “Nice try. Not begging.” 

And Satoru chuckles. “Okay! See you in three weeks!” He sings on the other end.

“Wait!”

And so Suguru…begged for your number. Not his proudest moment, but as he sees you slip through the doors of the restaurant, grinning and waving excitedly when you spot him…well, it makes every bit of groveling worth it. He just saw you exactly one week ago. A full 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. And you look just as breathtaking, if possible.

This feeling is familiar, the heat radiating from his cheeks and the intense pounding of his heart and this sensation to get on his knees before you and offer you the world.

“Hi,” you greet him, out of breath as you approach.

Suguru stands quickly, stealthily wiping his damp palms on his pants. And it’s a little awkward at first, but you hug him, slipping into his hold like you just…belong there. It’s driving him insane, the way you just seem to fit him so perfectly.

You take your seat on the other side of the booth, all smiles and god, if it doesn’t send Suguru spiraling. You’re just so cute. You almost seem as excited to be here with him as he is to be here with you.

“I meant to get your number at the wedding, but honestly, I was just too nervous to ask.” You confess, giggling, a bubbly and airy sound that makes Suguru want to hear it more, maybe set it as his ringtone then piss Satoru off so he’ll blow his phone up. Then Suguru can hear it over and over. 

He chuckles, smoothing his hands over his pants again, trying his damndest to stop the sweating. “Yeah?”

You nod, picking up the menu and gracing him with a sweet, shy smile before hiding behind the sheet of paper. “Yeah, so I’m really happy you called.”

Suguru’s heart races and he can’t help the goofy grin that’s now formed on his lips as he picks up his menu. “Me too.”

[five-rivers]

providence 4

[Prompts used are from @kinglazrus @lexiepiper and @ash-rabbit. Special thanks to @jackdaw-sprite @datawyrms and Lexie for beta and encouragement! You can read the full fic here.]

“You know who you should ask about all of this?” said Sam, pointing the little wooden ice cream spoon at Danny. 

“Clockwork?” guessed Danny, trying not to look at the ice cream too enviously.  He'd lost his ice cream to Dash earlier during lunch.  “He's not big on answering questions.”

“Frostbite,” said Sam.  “He likes you, he's always been honest with you, and he's been around for a while.  If anyone would be able to tell you about the Observants, it would be him.”

“Plus,” said Tucker, “he can probably tell you where to get ahold of some of that stuff.  Not that all the stuff you do know how to get is going to be easy.”

Danny nodded.  He had shown them the ‘shopping list’ earlier.  It was written on a small roll of parchment (Sam had not approved), with his name at the top, as if the Observants thought he’d forget that he was supposed to get the stuff.  

“Dora, too,” said Sam.  “Although she might not know as much.  Her kingdom is still pretty isolated.”

“Oh, and what about the ghost who helped you with the box ghost that one time?” said Tucker.  “The tall scary lady.”

“Pandora?  I don’t know her very well,” said Danny.  “But I think that some of these things are Greek, so, yeah.  Probably wouldn’t be the worst idea.”

“Still can’t believe they didn’t tell you where to find all the stuff,” said Tucker.  “I mean, they’re asking you for help, and they’ve got that whole ‘see all, know all’ aesthetic going on.”

“They’re probably not supposed to give out a lot of information, or something,” said Danny.  “Their oaths or whatever.”  The Observants had been less than forthcoming about…  Well.  Everything.  They seemed direct, talking about tools and relationships and the timeline, but Danny’s questions about what tools they were going to make, how they’d be put together, how soon things would be ready after he brought the supplies, and even how long Danny had to get the things together before the world ended had gone unanswered.  

“Kind of weird,” said Sam, “considering they’re worried about time breaking.”

“If the world was going to end soon, I’d expect them to be a lot more willing to break their oaths and spend a lot less time arguing about ambition and precedent.  Also, Clockwork would be taking their help instead of being ‘stubborn.’”  He sighed.  “If it’ll make it easier for him after everything, though, I’m still going to do it.”

“Yeah,” agreed Tucker, sliding the remaining half of his ice cream over to Danny.  “Just make sure these guys aren’t scammers, first.”

“Speaking of scams and tricks,” said Sam, “what are you going to do to Dash?”

“Nothing,” said Danny, eagerly eating Tucker’s ice cream.  

Sam raised a skeptical eyebrow.  

“Come on,” said Tucker.  “You can’t blame him for not telling you.  You never approve of his pranks.”

“Sure I do,” said Sam, waving her spoon at him.  “I’ve even suggested some, remember?  With the frogs and that stupid Hummer dealership–”

There was a shriek from the hallway, and all heads turned to look.  

“Okay,” said Sam.  “What did you put in his locker?”

“One of Mom and Dad’s holographic ghost decals.  The super realistic ones.”

“You know he’s going to know it’s you, right?”

“Yep,” said Danny, finishing the ice cream and slipping under the table.  “See you in class!”

The cafeteria doors slammed open.  “FENTON, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU–!”

Danny phased through the floor, snickering.  

.

Rather hilariously, Frostbite put on a pair of tiny spectacles to read the list of supplies.  “You say the Observants gave this to you, Great One?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “You do know who they are, then?  They’re legit?”

“The Far Frozen is aware of them,” said Frostbite.  “Our direct interactions have been few, however, and mostly only come about when someone has misused the Infi-Map.”  He peered at Danny over the top of his glasses.  

“They came to yell at you after I gave it back, didn’t they?”

“They did,” said Frostbite.  “They are not the most pleasant or understanding of company, but they are dedicated to the timeline, and they were stout allies against Pariah Dark.  Why, they predicted his fall.”

“Fall?”

“To insanity and tyranny,” said Frostbite.  “Although their oaths precluded them from acting directly.  If they say they have reason to believe the timeline is in danger now, then it is.”

Danny huffed.  “Okay.  That’s good to know.”  He floated up to peer at the list over Frostbite’s shoulder.  “I’m pretty sure that Vlad still has the Skeleton Key.  I can probably steal it from him without too much trouble, especially if I can get, um, the other me to help.  Then, the chain, they just said I had to make it, which sounds a little sketchy, honestly…”

“It is strange, but it may have to do with your frequent journeys through time, and how central you were to the, ah, cause of the damage.”

“That… makes sense.  Then, they want me to get some special type of metal, ‘chronobrass,’ and I think that must be what Clockwork uses, so I can get it from the scraps outside.”

“I do not believe it would hurt to bring such things regardless.”

“But I’m not sure where I’d find the Phlegethon, or the Styx, to get water from them, or where I’d get ‘time sand.’”

“The Phlegethon and the Styx are rivers in the Realm of Elysium,” said Frostbite.  “I think you are familiar with Lady Pandora?”

“I mean, I’ve met her,” said Danny.  “I don’t know about familiar.  It was only the one time.”

“Even so, I am sure she will aid you in your quest, Great One.  Time sand, on the other hand can be found in the Great Desert of Time, in the Time Locked Lands.”

“I don’t know where those are.”

“The kingdom of your friend, Queen Dorathea, used to be located there.”

“Oh!” said Danny.  “Okay.  That makes things a lot easier.”  

“May I ask how you intend to make the chains?”

“Oh, um, I was thinking I could make them out of ice?  The Observants didn’t say anything about size, so I figure I’ll just see if I can look at the ones Clockwork has, and then go from there, see what’s easiest to make.”

“That sounds like a wise decision,” said Frostbite.  “Although I am troubled that the Observants did not give you… more detailed instructions.  Amounts, sizes, and the like.”

“Mmm,” said Danny, agreeing with him.  He settled his elbows on Frostbite’s shoulders and propped his chin on his hands.  “Maybe the amounts don’t matter?”

“For any tool I can think of, the amounts would matter greatly.  I recall when the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep was under construction…  But perhaps the Observants have seen something I have not.  That is, after all, their calling.”  Frostbite handed the list back to Danny.  “When you begin making the chains, there are some tricks of the trade I would like to show you that we had no time for when you learned from us before.  Although, we may wish to handle any training outside of the village…”

“Right,” said Danny, tucking the list into a pocket and rubbing the back of his neck.  “My aim is a lot better, now, though.”

Frostbite laughed.  “Of course!  That is how it usually is, for young ones!  We were merely surprised by your strength.  Most of us were only throwing snowballs when we were new to our powers.”

“Really?” asked Danny.  Although he spent a lot of time in the Far Frozen, he didn’t actually know all that much about their… lives?  There had to be a better term for that…

“Oh, yes,” said Frostbite.  “The things I could tell you about my own youth…  Perhaps you would like to hear a tale or two during your checkup?”

“Um, about that…”  Danny trailed off as Frostbite gave him a disappointed look, and Danny abandoned the half-formed plan of slipping away before his doctor’s appointment.  

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate them, it was just that he was feeling fine, and being here in human form, even in the medical caves, was cold.  But Frostbite was right.  Danny’s biology was weird, and having regular checkups meant that he wasn’t going to get blindsided by a life threatening new power.  Probably.  

“Okay,” he said.  “That sounds nice.”

.

At home, Danny planned out his robbery of Vlad with Sam and Tucker and experimented with making chain links from ice in between ghost fights.  In the Ghost Zone, he worked through the rubble around Long Now an hour or two at a time.  The pile of metal scraps grew larger and larger. 

He felt watched.  

Not always.  Sometimes, the feeling waned and disappeared.  Of course, there was no way to tell if his assigned watcher had disappeared, or if they were merely being a little more subtle.  

He hoped the Observants would find something else to do once he was done.  But he wasn't counting on it.  

Every time he came across a length of chain, he examined it carefully before putting it in the pile, looking for tips on how to make his own.  Sometimes, he gathered the broken links together, soldering them into longer chains of inconsistent width with ghostly ice and pale fire.  

It wasn’t very productive, but it was fun, sticking them all together.  

He was doing it now, attaching a chain with links about the size of his thumb to a chain with links about the size of his wrist.  It was silly, and he knew enough about what chains were usually used for in machinery to know that it would be completely useless, but, well, they were useless now.  

He pinched two ends of a deformed link together, snickering.  This was definitely not the best use of his time.  If it turned out that the destruction of the timeline or whatever was on a (hehe) deadline (he’d have to find a time to use that, later), after all, he’d feel really stupid.    

(Even stupider than when he missed the late work deadline on one of the biggest Language Arts projects for the whole year, and Mr. Lancer gave him that look.)

(It wasn’t a fun look.)

But if the Observants wanted him to work on a schedule, they could stop spying and tell him, so–

“Daniel.”  

Danny jumped and twisted, the first sparks of an ectoblast forming around his fingertips before he recognized Clockwork, standing in a broken window.  Between his hood and the bandages, the whole side of his face was covered.  

“Sorry,” said Danny, letting the chain fall back into the pile.  “I didn’t–  It’s been kind of–  Oh, you know what’s going on.”

The corner of Clockwork’s mouth twitched upward even as he shifted into a younger form.  “I know everything,” said Clockwork.  

“Uh huh,” said Danny, crossing his arms.  “You’re not going to trick me with an innocent face.”

“Trick you?  What makes you think I am trying to trick you?”

Danny gestured at all of Clockwork.  

“Very eloquent.  Come.  There is something I think you should see.”

Curious, Danny followed him.  They went up a winding staircase whose banister seemed to describe an ecliptic through unknown constellations, the stars of which were represented by candles set in star-shaped niches in the walls.  Then, they walked through a series of rooms that reminded Danny of museum displays, except their exhibits were all smashed to shards on the floor, rather than on the stands.  

“You know, I could sweep this up…”

“Another time, perhaps,” said Clockwork, waving a hand over his shoulder.  

Danny lingered for a moment, looking back over his shoulder into the last room.  “Clockwork, you, um, you know what I’m doing.”

“Not following me, at the moment.”

Danny huffed and hurried to catch up with Clockwork.  “I mean, with the Observants.  Are they really making a tool that’ll help you?”

“I cannot speak as to their goals,” said Clockwork.  “Except to say that they often diverge from mine.”

“Did you… have some kind of argument with them?” asked Danny.  “Only, you said that you didn’t have anything bad to say about them…”

“I cannot speak against them, no,” said Clockwork.  Then, he stopped, drifted slightly to one side, and waved to the set of broken glass doors in front of them.  Familiar broken glass doors.  Somehow, they’d wound up in front of the workshop again.  “Our destination.”

“But,” said Danny, looking around.  This wasn’t the hall of wall clocks, but the doors were exactly the same.  “How?”

“Sometimes,” said Clockwork, “there is more than one route to the same destination.”

“Sure,” said Danny, “but usually that route makes sense.  Like, if you go north first or west first to get to something that’s in the northwest.”

“Are you so certain this route is not similarly sensible?  There are more dimensions at play than are typically accounted for by simple considerations of north, south, east, and west.”

“I guess,” said Danny, as he followed Clockwork into the room.

This time, Clockwork made his way directly to the time viewer, which had been laid face-down on one of the worktables.  Clockwork motioned for Danny to come closer, then lifted off the back panel.  Inside was a bewildering mixture of gears, rods, chains, circuit boards, transistors, spinning hard drive disks, and things Danny couldn’t even identify.  

“Let us begin,” said Clockwork, pointing at what appeared to be a glass bubble full of water.  “This is the wellspring, not to be confused with the mainspring, which is here…”

[lyracarvahall]

HeartBeat Sync Part 39

There's No Place Like Home

As the pair sat in her new dining room enjoying the savory stew they had made together, it started to sink in once again that this was home. This was the life she got to have for herself. Surrounded by people who she chose as family full of love and support. Feeling her emotions, Wooyoung simply held her hand with the one that he currently wasn't eating with.

"Thank you for this Woo. This has been amazing."

This man literally patted himself on the back. "I know I'm good." He cackled. "But seriously, I just wanted this date to help you feel at home. To feel comfortable here. I know you uprooted your entire life to come here. A new country and a new culture. I will never be able to thank you enough for that sacrifice."

He looked at her with such an earnest expression Y/N could not help but turn towards him and stroke his face. "It wasn't that big of a sacrifice I promise. I can do my job anywhere and you saw my family. The only thing I miss there is Lexi. Everything else I do not mind leaving behind. In terms of the culture, it will take getting used to and I hope I don't embarrass you guys as I figure things out. Speaking of which...I need to learn Korean. I feel disrespectful not knowing anything about your language and I will have a hard time being here without it."

Wooyoung contemplated what she said. "We have English tutors so I am sure they can help you learn Korean too. We can include that in the meeting we have with KQ next week. I am sure they will want you to learn for interviews and stuff too. We will figure it out baby." He kissed her forehead and gathered their empty bowls to take to the sink.

She immediately jumped up and grabbed a towel to dry them. Once the dishes were done, he took her hand and guided her to the couch to watch a movie. As he picked one out, she decided to check in with the group chat.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the playful banter between her men. It was just another thing to treasure because at the end of the day there was nothing but love there.

After laughing at a Korean action comedy film she couldn't remember the name of (which thankfully Woo put on subtitles), the pair were snuggled on the couch and she was nodding off due to the late hour, the jet lag, the fod, and their....activities.

"Come on babe. Let's get you to bed. I know it has been a long day." Woo offered her a hand as he stood up from the sofa. Looking like a prince with his hair tied back in a ponytail, it was hard not to get swept away just looking at him. A blush rose in his cheeks as if he had read her thoughts and led her by the hand to her bathroom.

She unpacked her toiletries and began the bedtime routine. He borrowed her face wash and used a spare toothbrush to do the same. They both had shirts and underwear on as he didn't have any spare clothes here yet.

"Did you want me to stay tonight or did you want me to head out? I won't be offended either way." He looked at her with a small smile of understanding.

Y/N walked up and snuggled him, nuzzling his head into her chest.

"I have no problem with you being here with me. I would love that. I just want to let you know round two is definitely not happening tonight because I am about 5 minutes from being dead to the world."

Wooyoung breathily chuckled and nodded. "I will probably beat you to it princess. I am exhausted but am down for some epic cuddles."

Y/N giggled and pulled him along towards the bed that was looking cozier by the second. Once they snuggled under the sheets, lights were almost instantly out, their bond buzzing with content.

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This mini chapter I figured would give a nice follow-up to our adventures with Woo.

Taglist: @vtyb23 @nuggiesnuggetdog04 @tyungelic @zannalee-01 @mygsis @yeosangsluthousewife @psychosupernatural @mrsminseochoi

[moodymisty]

I didnt expect you guys to like reincarnated!reader x Magnus as much as you guys did, so here's the rest of my notes/thoughts on it. Additionally, reader is female, but a lot will be left blank so people can fill in their own details. Enjoy -🌳

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Reader reincarnates onto a world unencountered by the Imperium yet. Reader ends up as a decently ranked servant of the planet's ruler. Reader thinks she's in some kind of generic isekai land, and is pretty shocked when giant ships come from space with huge ass soldiers on them. When Magnus and the Thousand Sons come and start to negotiate the planet joining the Imperium, she's there in the background of the negotiations, doing her duties and silently freaking out over her low fantasy (due to some Warp sorcery being on the planet) isekai life suddenly turning into a Sci fi.

Magnus notices her pretty quickly, since he can read minds and hers is so obviously different. (I was also thinking that maybe her being reincarnated also means she feels different in the Warp, like maybe there's two psychic presences in the same place for her? Idk). He picks up pretty quickly that she's from 21st century Earth/3rd millennium Terra, and becomes fascinated by her and what she knows. He arranges to have her brought aboard his flagship Photep to serve him so he can learn more about ancient Terra (and spend time with her). Reader is pretty happy to get to go to space.

Magnus doesn't tell her that he can read her mind/knows she's reincarnated (might have to invent reason). He enjoys learning about Earth from what he sees from her mind. He starts picking up phrases from her that have fallen out of favor/been forgotten by the Imperium, and whenever one of his brothers asks him what a phrase he's used means, he explains it and waves off where he heard it from as "Oh I picked it up from one of my serfs". This happens often enough that the primarchs put together that Magnus is picking up all these phrases from the same serf. If Magnus is paying enough attention to this one serf, she must be pretty special. At some point in this convo (not all primarchs are there, I was thinking Horus, Fulgrim, Sanguinius, maybe Guilliman, maybe a couple others), Magnus realizes he's fallen in love with reader. Magnus admits he's never actually talked to reader outside of her duties as a serf, everything he's learned about her/from her is from mind reading. One of his brothers declares that's no way to have a relationship, those are built on trust and communication! Magnus must court his lady love! Cue wacky (and warpy?) romcom shenanigans as the primarchs give love advice to Magnus. ("Try complimenting her."

*later*

"How'd it work?"

Magnus: "I surprised her with my compliment while she was concentrating on cleaning and she threw her rag in my face.")

Eventually someone suggests just talking to her normally and explaining things, and hey, that works out! Reader knows that Magnus is now trying to court her, he properly does so, she falls in love with him, and they get married. (She starts calling him Maggy as a nickname)(also at some point Magnus tells her he can read minds. Reader is upset but also embarrassed)

Eventually they have two kids (maybe three, haven't decided fully yet). First is a girl named Magdalene, also Maggie for short. Since Magnus doesn't have a last name, reader decided that all their kids will have "mag" somewhere in their name instead to show they're related. Next is a son, Charlemagne, Charlie for short. (If they did have a third kid, it would be a son named Alexander, Alex or Lexie (to keep up with the nicknames ending in -y/-ie sounds) for short. Breaks the Mag rule, but Magnus means Great so naming him after Alexander the Great still kinda works.)

Also, because I like my characters having happy endings, Reader manages to convince Magnus to not to continue to practice sorcery in secret after Nikaea (repercussions could be dangerous to her and the kids, Emperor is more powerful psyker so could easily figure out/overpower Magnua, wait until later to maybe reconvince Emps). So Magnus never sees his vision of the Heresy and doesn't breach the Emperor's webway. Prospero never burns, and Magnus remains a loyal Primarch. The Heresy may still happen, but Magnus and his family can stay alive and happy together.

Awww loyalist Magnus and his family ;;

[elegantsplendour]

Fire and Storm

Summary: As the Seven Kingdoms hesitated between the Blacks and the Greens, Aemond stood ready to flip the script.

Dance of the Empire inspired one shot.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister! reader, mentioned Aegon II Targaryen x Lannister! reader

Note: Hi my dearies, I’m so sorry I haven’t been active in the last month. Transitioning from Montreal to Toronto has been a lot to handle. But the good news is that I got elected as student council vp in my new school🤪. Here is a one shot inspired by my first fic Dance of the Empire (a bit spoiler). I will be back writing all the three fics and will try to update weekly. Thank you all for sticking with me❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: major character death

Tagging my friends :) @qyburnsghost @lovelykhaleesiii @boundlessfantasy @vhagarswar @purple-writer8 @valeska-fics @lexi-anastasia @f4ll-for-you

Within the chilling walls of the seat of House Baratheon, the hearth held a flame that danced rebelliously, threatening to bite those misfortunate enough to find themselves in proximity. Torrential water poured mercilessly from the sky while the wind howled ruthlessly. Sealed by the solid bricks of the castle, the flames, fragile compared to the frightful storm yet unpredictable and dangerous in nature, continued to consume silently.

The silver haired prince sat calmly by the scorching heat, his long fingers brushing against each other. It had been two days since the Lord of Storm’s End pledged allegiance to the prince’s elder brother, called by some the Usurper, in return for a marriage pact between the prince and one of the lord’s daughters. Amidst the looming threat of a deadly civil war, every second counted, but his delay was calculated. Aemond had been waiting silently and patiently for his nephew's arrival, much like a flame waiting to devour its fuel.

A servant knocked by the door, bowed and announced the news. Without a word, he arose from the chair and paced through the solemn hall of the castle with stately ease. The effortless regality exuded from his presence was as if he was on his way of being coronated. A sharp curl appeared on the corner of his thin lips as he recalled his drunken and debauched brother , expecting the Conqueror’s Crown on his head like an infant. With each step Aemond took, he felt himself drawing nearer to his desires: power and her.

Aemond Targaryen wanted everything and was ready to steal, scheme and slaughter.

Unlike his half sister Rhaenyra, the named heir of the late King Viserys, or his brother Aegon, born with the title of the first born son, Aemond Targaryen's life was a battle, a relentless one against a seemingly inescapable destiny of becoming another insignificant Targaryen royal, riding an ordinary dragon, holding a hollow position in court, accompanied by a mediocre noble woman, doomed to be forgotten in history.

However, when his mother suggested betrothing him to the eldest daughter of Tyland Lannister, he was taken aback. Could he, the overlooked second son, really be promised the "Beauty of Casterly Rock" and an alliance with the house guarding mountains of gold? Promises were a strange to the One-Eyed Prince, as he had always been a taker, much like he had claimed the largest dragon in the world. The fleeting memories of the golden lady of emerald eyes all appeared to him a cruel jest. The tender moments of her smiles were overshadowed by her anguished cries upon learning that she had been bartered off to Aemond’s elder brother Aegon, who would rather bury himself between the legs of harlots of the Flea Bottom.

Contained fury blazed in his chest as Aemond watched the young Lucerys Velaryon, his bastard nephew, who had taken his eye eight years ago.

Lucerys conveyed with a trembling voice Rhaenyra’s message to the Lord of Storm’s End. Aemond paid no attention to the words coming out of his mouth. His one violet eye burnt a hole in the quivering messenger. His throat throbbed with thirst for retribution as the flashes of scarlet and black that had blinded his eye when Lucerys’ blade had cut through his flesh.

This rage was tainted with despair, for what he truly desired was taken by his own kin and given to his brother. He soon realized he had nothing left to lose.

With that, as the Lord of Storm’s End dismissed the Velaryon impatiently, the prince’s shadowy figure also disappeared in the hall as he watched Lucerys mounting his pathetic and minuscule dragon Arrax while the storm still raged on.

Soon, the monstrous Vhagar hovered over the young dragon. The lightning tearing through the black sky and roaring of thunder were music to Aemond Targaryen’s ears, as if the gods were in awe of this spectacle of terror. In the face of raw power commanded by the largest dragon of the world, neither Lucerys, Rhaenyra, Aegon, nor even the games of thrones stood a chance. Aemond was the second son who inherits nothing he doesn’t seize for himself. Addicted to the intoxicating scent of the lioness of Casterly Rock and the adrenaline rushing in his veins from being on top of the world, Aemond whispered to the green beast, “Ipradagon.”

Eat

Scarlet blurs flashed before him, followed by a haunting dragon squeal echoed before him with no one but him to bear witness to the gruesome bloodshed. While others might see flesh and dragon bones plummeting from the sky, Aemond saw a vision of the Conqueror’s Crown landing on his head. While his mother, the Dowager Queen, sought to suppress the war, Aemond stroked the anger bubbling in Rhaenyra. And what better way than slaying her favourite son?

War were precisely what he craved; for war breeds to fear, fear spawns to chaos, and chaos is a ladder.

As the Seven Kingdoms hesitated between the Blacks and the Greens, Aemond stood ready to flip the script.

All his life, he had been but a sword wielded at another’s will. At that moment, Aemond Targaryen became the master of his own terror, and the realm would watch a second son rise to rule the continent.

[ladylooch]

hiiiiii any post game with lex and nico ? maybe her comforting him

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii anything for you!

Nico Hischier is a liar. Tonight, after going down 3-1 in their series to Carolina, he stood there and told the members of the media that the team was in a good place. They haven't lost anything yet.

But as he heads down to where his wife waits for him, Nico doesn't feel that way. He feels panicked, like his back is literally pressed against the wall and he is being held there against his will.

It's an all too familiar feeling for the youngest captain in Devils history.

He hates it. Loathes it to the point that he wants to yell and throw some shit, which is uncharacteristic of his normally put together personality. He's known for wears his emotions on his sleeve, but in the right way- the way that has people looking at him in these situations to lead them through.

The pressure is getting to him. It has him tossing and turning in bed, waking up his pregnant wife who needs her sleep more than ever. He has seen the worry in her green eyes since they returned from Carolina down 2-0. He vowed to himself he would make that disappear with these next 2 games. Tonight the worry is more prevalent than ever as he reaches her side.

"Hey..." She trails off, puckering her lips for his. He kisses her then glances around. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

Unlike his brother in law, Nico isn't up for formalities of greetings and high-fiving with other people's kids. He wants to get home and hide in his apartment until he is forced to re-enter the world tomorrow morning for practice. The second him and Lexi step out of the arena, cheers and chants of his name are called. despite the loss, the fans still want more of him. Nico doesn't have it in him.

So he drives through the jerseys and pictures behind thrusted towards his tinted windows and heads home with Lexi's hand on his thigh.

"How was your day?" Nico asks Lexi, trying to talk about something other than what they both just participated in.

"It was good. Emma and I went to lunch with Lio before the game. It was delicious. I'm already craving it again."

"What did you have?" Nico asked, curious because Lexi hasn't really loved food since becoming pregnant.

"Grilled cheese and tomato soup. Baby loved it too. They told me telepathically." Nico grins, moving a hand off the steering wheel to palm her small bump for a moment. "But, I did have a dream last night."

"Hmm?" Nico wonders.

"That the baby was a boy. He was running in the grass at the house in Switzerland. He tripped over his feet and stumbled when you were chasing him. Neeks, it was so cute seeing you make everything better for him. It was like a future memory or something, I swear." Nico smiles at that. A boy? Wow. "He looked exactly like Lio."

"Double the trouble." Nico smirks, flipping on his blinker to change lanes. "If we have a boy, we should name him something similar to Lio then. Like... Leon."

"No! That would be so confusing!" Lexi dismisses immediately. "I also hate that name."

"Hate hmm?" Nico chuckles. "Strong words, Mrs. Hischier."

"You know why." She insists. Nico does. It has something to do with another German player in the league that likes to mouth off to Nico.

"I've always loved the name Noah." Lexi fills in.

"Noah Hischier." Nico rolls the name over in his mouth. "Noah." He repeats as they stop at a red light, looking over at Lexi's bump. He lifts he shirt, looking at the soft, pale skin of her tummy. I don't know. Doesn't feel like a Noah."

"Really?" Lexi says, clearly looking disappointed. "But it's been on my list since I was like 16..."

"Does this have anything to do with The Notebook?" Nico asks, skeptically. Lexi has been known to admire Ryan Gosling.

"I do love the idea of an Allie."

"Babe." Nico shakes his head no. "Our kid is one of a kind. They need to be named like an original, not a movie character."

"I feel like this is your way of getting a very hard to pronounce Swiss name."

"No!" Nico laughs. "I mean it! We need an original name, especially for our first. We can phone it in after that."

"Yeah, the 5th we will name John or something equally boring."

"Ffff-I-VE?!" Nico squeaks. "I don't know about that." He looks over at his wife who has her face in her hands, laughing hard.

"A whole line and they can all play for the Devils." She teases. Nico chuckles, putting his eyes back on the road. He shakes his head in wonder.

A few more blocks and Lexi's favorite jam song comes on "Party in the USA". Despite his mood, Nico sings along, poorly, to every word he... kinda knows. It's awful, but it makes Lexi laugh so hard that she cries. Nico's chest glows. By the time he gets home, he has completely forgotten about the game.

Tuesday is another day, another chance to tie the series up. But tonight is for his wife and he's going to spend every second he is home still holding her and gaslighting himself into thinking their baby is moving beneath his fingers.

He can't do anything about the game now that it's over.

All he can do is look forward.

For Nico and Lexi Hischier, the future is bright.

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

Inspo: Emile Mosseri - Jacob and the Stone

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Gn!reader

Summary: The stone that stood tall and would never full leave her memory...

Warnings: Angst throughout with mentions of suicide.

Words: 1770

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

There was this stone Maddy used to go to.

Somewhere in the density of a forest right outside of Highland. Practically resting near the long breaks of the open countryside, this place resided.

It’d been a complete chance that she came to this location. Her car broke down with her friends and their goal to live the night up was still on the list of plans. So, they ventured into this forest and found this large stone.

She remembers Cassie being a ruckus and being the emotional drunk she was. Lexi was reserved and just talked with Kat. Rue and Jules were holding one another. But Maddy found you staring at this stone, perplexed or fascinated by it.

Maddy remembers you dragging your hand across the texture of the rock. Lips twitched faintly as the tips of your fingers gently caught the grooves; scars of its past and present. And something about it made you say, “It’s beautiful.”

Everyone knew you found beauty in the strangest of places. If it is some random obscured painting or one of those poems you would write in your free time–there was nothing you couldn’t find positives in. It had been what made Maddy fall in love with you in the first place.

And she remembers how you looked back at her. A look in your eye that was almost contentful. Like something had been decided the moment you saw this large stone. You had said, “If I ever die, I want to be buried here. I’ll even write it in my will.”

She punched your arm for saying something like that. Warning you that she would be the one to do the job if you brought something like that up. You smiled and laughed. And she remembers your arms curling around her and holding her against your chest tightly. Your face tucked in her hair where you pressed gentle kisses.

That had only been a week before everything happened. That was the last memory she had of you before you were gone. Swept up and taken wherever was after this life. And now, even after all these years, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to go back to that forest–to relive that moment all over again in a place that she imagine still had your lingering presence.

Today, it was the anniversary of your death. So, with the urging encouragement of Lexi and Rue, she drove up to the forest. She walked amongst the trees that the further she got, blocked out the sun that had been beating down on her since she got back from Highland. It left a massive veil between her and the outside world that hoped hadn’t desecrated this sacred land.

Then she finally arrived at the stone. It stood tall- maybe even taller than she had once realized. Its exterior was jaded–chips having fallen off from years of weather conditioning. And in a traditional fashion, your initials were etched into its face. Your name, your birthday and the day of your passing. Each letter and number is rough around the edges, but perfect as its own; much like you.

Flowers were scattered around the marked grave. Much of them came from friends that had specifically come down to visit and pay respects to you. There were postcards from Jules; she believed that in some way, they might make it to you somehow. There were stuffies from Rue who knew of your unhealthy obsession with said items. Lexi left some of your favourite books from your guys’ friendship being built from that.

But Maddy had nothing to offer. Perhaps she thought her visit was enough considering the time she’d pushed to avoid the inevitable.

Exhaling heavily, she forced a smile. “Hey, baby.”

She sat beside the grave with the faint outline of where it had been dug. She clasped her hands together, saying, “I would ask you how you were doing, but I think we both know that would just be stupid of me.”

Painful silence. She didn’t know what to say. What was there to honestly say? You had given up. Maybe you lost sight of the beauty in this world. Lost all hope for society and decided to clock out before you saw anything get worse. Or maybe you had been depressed the whole time but she was too blind to see it. People wore masks–some of who no one would expect. Maybe you were a part of that few.

But since you left, she tried to keep to what she had been before you left–be the person that you loved. So, she wasn’t going to try and beat around the bush with any fruitless questions or statements. “I want to say you left because you couldn’t handle living anymore. But somehow-” she laughed, shaking her head. “-something tells me your sick mind thought that becoming one with the earth was beautiful, huh? I mean, we both know that’s how your mind worked.”

In some way, with your passing, she felt like she had finally grown as close as she could get to you. With your family left in shambles from your death, Maddy had taken it upon herself to be the one to pack your belongings up. Place your clothes in boxes, trinkets in boxes, and all the little handwritten notes that lined your walls. And on the final day, there was only one poem left and she just sat in the center of your room and stared at it. Then she cried. Harder than she ever thought she could. She screamed and fought against the harsh grasp of reality that was; once she took that final paper, you were officially gone. You would be gone from her life forever.

But from time to time, when she came down to Highland to visit her parents, she stopped by your family’s house. She had dinner with them, talked about life, made plans for future holidays and then she would ask to look at the boxes.

There would always be a silence that fell over the kitchen. The uneven breaths from your mother who would purse her lips, forcing a broken smile that could crack as she grabbed Maddy’s hands and hold them tightly. Which would always be contradictory because of the tears in her eyes. And your mom would always say, “Honey, don’t ever feel like you need to ask.”

And your dad would sit there quietly, avoiding eye contact that could betray the tough exterior he had to keep. When, in fact, the wound of your passing was still fresh and it would always stay that way. No child is supposed to go before their parents.

But you did. You defied every expectation; good and bad. You believed in most people who didn’t deserve it. You found lessons in situations you had labelled, “misconstrued control”. Each of those lessons made you grow and in any way you could, you tried to pass this knowledge on to others. But you gave up and in Maddy’s mind and that substituted everything else out. Your action to leave so soon was unforgivable to her.

You gave up when things were getting good for the two of you. When your guys’ story was starting to pick up make things interesting.

“I started reading some of those poems you had taped up on your walls.” A faint smile twitched on her lips. “They almost looked like etchings of thoughts you never said to me.” Maddy’s lips trembled. She remembered clearing out your room and spending hours sitting in the center of that room. Unable to take her eyes off of all the deep and meaningful quotes that you were so infatuated with. If she’d known that she returned to your house in her dreams, finding you standing and staring at each poem with a smile, she would’ve never laid a foot inside that room.

Bowing her head slightly as she swayed. Sniffling harshly, she said, “If you must die, I’ll envy even the earth that wraps around your body.” Her tearful eyes lifted to the inscription of your name carved meaningfully into the boulder. Face twisting with her voice giving way. “And I fucking miss you, Y/n. I hate knowing something else will give you warmth when I could’ve filled that spot for you.”

Her voice cracked. A sob fell from her lips. “I shouldn’t be sad. You fucking left me!” She fell to her hands, slowly lowering herself where blades of grass brushed across her rosy cheeks that kissed the earth. Her body trembled as she sought the feeling of your arms once more. Fingers delving into the dirt, hoping to find your hands interlocking with hers the further she reached. “But I want you here. Even in my dreams, I just want one more day with you.”

It was a distant and unforgeable wish, she knew that. But she was desperate. She had to wake up most nights and cry herself back to sleep because that would be the only way to reunite with you once more. Through the pain, she was healed by your smile. And she trying to find a middle ground between acceptance and refusal.

But that was the thing–no one can have both. When someone is gone, we can’t do anything to bring them back. And with time, we will heal. It’ll hurt like hell and it’ll feel like that wound will always be open, but that’s what comes with acceptance. And when we least expect it, when we find someone that makes our hearts skip a beat like the person before once did, we’ll realize how far we’ve come. How much pain we were able to take and keep moving forward.

It's a sign to try again.

And it hurt Maddy to admit it, but she wanted to keep going. Keep you close to her heart, but far enough that she was allowed to think about the good times instead of the worst.

And what helped was for her to think about how your mind worked–your beliefs that she never could wrap her head around. With time, she learned more about herself and where she stood on the unappreciated qualities of life and the world she lived in. Maddy believed that in some alternate reality, the both of you were still together and thriving. And acknowledging that was beautiful in its own way because she got to experience it for some time–a small sliver compared to a counterpart, but still a gift. But a different version of her would feel it until her last breath.

Something like that was poetic, wasn’t it?

[startwelve]

Feeling love's strange

Hellooooo Well I love the band Black Sabbath, rockers and Goddess Maddy... so I wrote this shit Hope you like!!!

Maddy Perez was accustomed to the fast-paced and party-filled life in California. But everything changed when a new boy moved to town. He was different from the others: he had a rough appearance, listened to heavy rock, and most notably, he had a motorcycle that accompanied him everywhere.

From the moment she saw him, Maddy felt a strange attraction to him. Although his defiant image contrasted with her lifestyle, she couldn't help but feel intrigued. She wanted to know him beyond appearances and discover what lay behind that facade.

At one of the famous weekend parties, Maddy attended with Cassie, Lexi, Rue, and Jules. For most of the party, Maddy danced, drank, and avoided eye contact with her ex-boyfriend Nate. At one point, a jerk on the dance floor grabbed her face and kissed her. Maddy pushed him away, slapped him, and left the crowd to go to the bathroom to fix her ruined makeup.

Maddy was looking at herself in the mirror when someone entered the bathroom. It was him. She couldn't help but glance at him, intrigued by his appearance and mysterious aura.

"¿Hello, do you mind if I join you here? This place is a bit crowded," he said, smiling slightly.

Maddy looks at him and smiles.

"Sure, go ahead. No problem." She bites her lower lip. "By the way, I've never seen you at these parties before. Are you new in town?"

"That's right. My name is Roger," he introduced himself.

"I'm Maddy."

"Lovely name, Maddy," Roger said subtly, savoring the girl's name. "I moved here recently. Came in search of a fresh start, I suppose," Roger said and shrugged.

"A fresh start, huh? Sounds interesting," Maddy said curiously as she crossed her arms. "And what specifically brought you to California?"

Roger leaned on the sink and took a cigarette from the pocket of his jeans, lit it, and took a drag, under Maddy's watchful eye.

"Freedom, I guess. I wanted to escape my old life and experience something different. Also, I like the weather here and the vibe of the city," he chuckled softly. "And, of course, the music."

"Music? What kind of music do you like?" Maddy asked interested.

"Heavy rock. It's my passion. Music has a unique way of expressing what I feel, and heavy rock makes my heart beat faster," he said with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"I understand what you mean. Music is my escape too, but I tend to lean more towards a different style, something softer and melodic."

"So, I guess we're like polar opposites in that sense. But maybe that's what makes it interesting," Roger said with a grin.

Maddy laughed. "Yes, I suppose so." She moved a little closer to him. "But sometimes they say that opposites attract."

"That's true. And I think I might be feeling that attraction right now."

Maddy blushed slightly and nervously played with a strand of her hair.

"Oh, really? Well, I guess it could be mutual."

Roger leaned in a bit closer to her, crouching a bit to reach her height, and looked into her eyes, whispering, "Why don't we find out?"

Maddy took a deep breath and felt drawn to him.

"Maybe we should."

She leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, tasting the alcohol and tobacco on each other's lips.

The background music and noise from the party faded away as Maddy and the motorcycle boy immersed themselves in their own world, exploring the connection they had just discovered in the middle of the party.

The unexpected encounter only fueled Maddy's desire to get to know the motorcycle boy better. They started to meet casually, sharing laughs and conversations about music, life, and dreams. Although their worlds seemed opposite, they found a deep connection between them.

With time, Maddy discovered that behind his rough appearance, the boy was someone sensitive, passionate about music, and had a heart full of dreams. And he, in turn, admired Maddy's courage and authenticity, how she was different from the other girls he had met.

The End

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks @buffythevampirelover for the tag! This game looks fun!

Rules: answer as few or as many as you'd like!

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

TSP: Lexi was! TSP started out as a school project, and we had to create a character sheet for our first person narrator! That was "Alexia" who is now just "Lexi" (but her full name is still Alexia).

SOTL: The concept! "School for fairy tale characters" was basically it. I got discouraged a bit when I found out this concept already existed, but that didn't mean I couldn't do my own take!

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

My favorite types of intros for TV shows are original theme songs or very catchy instrumental music. 30-60 seconds is a good length. I'd hope that for TSP and SOTL. Hope this isn't a cop-out.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

TSP: My favorite characters to write for are Lexi, Gwen, Akash, Robbie, and Carmen. Lexi because the arc I gave her is an exaggerated version of something that speaks a lot to me. Gwen because I wasn't expecting her to be as interesting as she ended up being planned to be. Robbie and Akash because of how funny and sweet their dynamic is. Yes, I love them separately, but they're a package set. Carmen because she's just so damn interesting I love studying her under a microscope.

SOTL: I am barely into writing it, but it's Jack at the moment. Shocker, he has three chapters while Tierney and Úrsula have one each! But the reason is that he is average at everything, but he doesn't let that get him down! He's funny and relatable and a dork.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

TSP: Hm, good question. The only thing coming to mind right now is Young Justice (the cartoon). Starts out with this fun group of kids, becomes extremely dark. Ensemble cast. Sneaking around. Superpowers. Fight scenes. Drama.

SOTL: Insert fairy tale retelling here.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

TSP: Juggling everything. The world building, I guess. Making all the characters distinct was something I struggled at for a while, but I'm getting much better at it. Trying to figure out how the world works is challenging, but I am having fun. But juggling all the moving parts to make it cohesive is a challenge.

SOTL: What is plot?!! Also battling my ambition to do every fairy tale ever. I'm gonna have to make a lot of background characters that will get their own side stories separate from the main series to get all that I want. I probably will do that.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

TSP: Yep! Alium has a lot of fantasy creatures, animal hybrids, and fun things I just made up. Custos the dragon is the only truly prominent one right now. He's a blue fire dragon and is adorable. I also have kitsunes. Animal hybrids include unibison, ferretsnakes, cowyotes, beaverducks. Things I made up include the elemental foxes and blue hedgehogs.

SOTL: Hofiwi is an anthropomorphic bear! She was cursed to be anthropomorphic, this is not a normal thing in this world. I love her and she's just planned at the moment. Can't wait to do more.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

TSP: Hovercrafts, dragons, teleporting, trains, and some other power-based travel

SOTL: I'm still figuring this out no one has gone anywhere yet. Dragons or carriages would be cool. Maybe I can mix them with something modern to fit the setting.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

TSP: World building! Specifically the power database since that will be the backbone for everything.

SOTL: Reading fairy tales... I need to do that more

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

TSP: Powers, diverse cast, queer/disability rep

SOTL: same as TSP but fairy tales!

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

If I see one (1) fanart between either my life will be complete.

This was fun!

Softly tagging @mk-writes-stuff @jezifster @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @sleepywriter00 @mysticstarlightduck @sarahlizziewrites @writernopal @gottestod-writes + anyone who wants to join!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites - giving a slightly harder nudge than usual cause I really want to see what y'all have to say! Still optional obviously

Blanks below the cut!

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

[dragonairice]

LOWKEY BEEN INSPIRED BY @not-sure-what-im-feeling s AWESOME OCS AND LORE (Go check them out)

And it inspired me to talk about MY ocs :D

I mention in passing that I am in fact writing a novel, but I try to avoid saying too much to prevent spoilers buuuuut I think I can keep it vague enough while still rambling <3

The novel (technically a novella) is called 'The Shadow Walker' and here's a draft of a blurb:

With no friends, an absent mom, an abusive dad, and a shadow that inexplicably went missing; Nicholas Walker is convinced his life couldn’t possibly get any worse. But everything changes when he meets something (or someone) who may or may not want him dead.

(Not the best but again it;s a draft)

ANYWAY THIS IS MY BOY NICHOLAS

He's 12 years old and a selective mute and my scrungliest little blorbo who experiences the horrors™. He doesn't have any friends, is neglected by his parents, and all in all has a bad time before the book starts :(

The only source of healthy food in the house (he borrows money from his dad and goes to the store alone) but is severely malnourished from eating nothing more than reheated takeout his dad left in the fridge. Nick doesn't talk verbally unless it's to his dad (out of necessity) and otherwise converses in ASL (which I'm learning for this book <3). Loves pretty buildings and stargazing, has a dream of visiting things like Notre Dame and the colloseum some day and is fascinated by architecture. I just realised that this kid would adore Minecraft but anyway after things get better for him he's given Lego models of like the eiffel tower and he loves them :)

Gonna stop before I spend the entire post talking about my boy and move onto

HIS MOMM

You know that thing that's like, "Not a bad person, just a bad parent"? Yeah. That's her. She ran away from her abusive boyfriend and left Nick behind out of fear, since she didn't know if she could survive by herself, much less with a child in tow. She ends up leaving with her best friend and they travel around the world a lot for their job. They're a musician who plays back up for bands in different places and Rachel ends up learning to play some stuff too after watching them for so long. The two end up dating at some point and they've been together ever since. Rachel still sends Nicholas a postcard every time she travels to a new place, but she doesn't have the courage to actually see him in person yet. Also fun fact. She's descended from a woman who was killed for being a 'witch' during the salem trials. This is relevant to the story :3

Do I have to talk about his dad??? Ughhhhh fine

This is Gregory Walker. I hate him. bye.

Not but fr, he's a terrible father. Works at a convenience store and his co-workers fear him. Lives off of take-out and instant ramen, never checks on his son. Spends all his money gambling and buying alchohol. Literally would not notice if he missed an entire month of his life (*cough* foreshadowing *cough*)

ANYWAY ONTO TWO OF MY FAVOURITES

LEXI AND CHELSEAAA

Lexi is a single mom who grew up kinda spoiled and is still figuring out how to raise a kid. Her parents are kinda helpful about it but also she doesn't want to raise Chelsea how she was raised so hgjhrj. Chelsea was orignally planned to be autistic since this entire book is a transparent cover for neurodivergent rep but the version of her in my head is so very ADHD instead. They only show up near the end of the book so I'm still experimenting with them a bit but Lexi is a huge book worm and Chelsea loves unicorns, like, I mean in the 'mythology is cool way' not the 'stereotypical girl behaviour' way. She does love pink things and sparkles though

THERE IS ANOTHER CHARACTER BUT THEY'RE A SPOILERRRR BUT I WILL JUST SAY THEY ARE NOT HUMAN AND ALSO WHAT THE TITLE OF THE BOOK IS TALKING ABOUT

(It's a sentient shadow, that's- do you get the pun in the name- there's three references in it-)

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Transfem Juniper Wheeler AU (I’ve actually wrote this and shared it with my friend Lucy 4 months ago, now it shall be shared with you and the world. Also based on the Final Family/season 2 rewrite AU where Juniper lived with Andy in the middle of the woods during the events of season 2 until they get to Lord Incarnate with Lexy and Devon to get Jake out)

The first person Juniper told was Andy during their time alone together in the woods. She managed to keep everything inside for several months but suddenly began struggling with it and tried to isolate herself. Andy, thinking that she was depressed over her mother’s death, tried to talk to her but she kept trying to shut him out. When Andy continued gently pushing, Juniper snapped and everything exploded out of her. She screamed about how she wished she was a boy but she wasn’t and how much it’s been killing her. Almost 15 years of hiding everything spilled out of her and she began hyperventilating and about to spiral into a panic attack when she realized what she had done. But Andy just held her, reassuring Juniper that he wasn’t upset at all, that all he cared about in the world was her being happy. And if being a boy wasn’t making her happy, then she could be whatever she wanted. She struggled through her tears to tell him that she was a girl but Andy was more than fine with it and asked Juniper what she would like to be called instead of Junior. She didn’t have a name set yet, so she began going by “Jun”. After that, whenever Andy had to go on a shopping run, he made sure to buy her more feminine clothes and let Juniper grow out her hair. He sees how happy it makes her to finally be herself, so he’s more than okay with spending all his money on Juniper. 

Aweeeee!! This Is so cute!! We love supportive Andy In this household😌🫶

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watching grey’s anatomy for the first time after only watching private practice: another long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching (season 8 edition)

-webber is taking the fall!!! i genuinely didn’t see that coming and i totally should have

-now that the dynamics are all really really settled, i’ve been really enjoying christina and alex’s antagonistic brother-sister relationship

-wasn’t webber gonna retire like a bunch of times anyway? why is everyone acting like it’s the end of the world that he’s stepping down

-derek AND meredith are both pissing me off. i know she has abandonment issues and he has trust issues but she just acts like their marriage is something that could end at any moment as if it’s no different from them dating and he acts like everything is black and white and every time somebody breaks his trust they are automatically morally bankrupt and he runs away and ignores the issue until HE deigns that there’s no issue anymore. they both need therapy if they’re gonna fully commit to this marriage.

-MAYFIELD IN 22! richard is so fucking funny for this

-owen comparing his and derek’s situations is ridiculous

-teddy is kind of hot this season

-well now i feel guilty that i made that note in the episode where her husband apparently dies

-meredith saying “if zola takes her first steps while in daycare, i’m gonna kms” is bonkers considering her history

-i love lexie she’s so embarrassing. she’s like me if i was hot

-there’s a big suicide prevention flyer in the background of a scene. am i being paranoid or are they foreshadowing something awful?

-not the first time a woman named adele has made me cry

-owen hunt sucks harder than anyone has ever sucked before

-i don’t hate the if/then episode. it’s fun and interesting. but i think some of the choices they made make absolutely no sense. i get that the point is like “if this variable changed, what would happen” and they just did that w a bunch of variables. but w some of them i’m like… that’s not what would happen tbh.but it’s fun and silly and i like the idea of exploring alternate possibilities

-and the alternate universe weird shaped grey scrubs are so ugly. worse than the orange

-zola is so goddamn cute i can’t stand it

-go off, teddy. get his ass. (idea: me and teddy start a fight club but it’s literally just us ambushing and jumping owen for funsies)

-i can’t talk about owen anymore bc i’m getting way too worked about a pretend man who works in a pretend hospital

-MR FEENEY IS HERE!!!!!

-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy mother of fuck

-one day she will repent for her Shonda Crimes

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Naomi's Basic Info

Name: Naomi Seika Sato

Now, I know Naomi has only appeared maybe three times in my writing (the winter stories from 2022), but I have plans on adding her to some of my future stories, so I figured I might as well make a board for her. Again, this was surprisingly easy, and the only one I had any difficulty finding was an actress from the 60s as there weren't a ton of well-known Asian actresses. Anyway, in the 60s, we have Irene Tsu (How To Stuff a Wild Bikini); the 80s, Cherie Chung (An Autumn's Tale); the 90s, Nicole Bilderback (Bring It On); and now, Momona Tamada (Avatar: The Last Airbender).

Nicknames: Mimi, NayNay (by very few people), and Koneko (a Japanese term of endearment that means "kitten". Only her grandparents call her that, and it's mostly her grandfather)

Age: 17

Date of Birth: September 29

Zodiac: Libra

Birthstone: Sapphire

Nationality: Asian-American

Sexuality: Asexual, but don't tell her grandmother that. The woman desperately wants grandbabies, and Naomi has no interest in ever giving her any. Her parents and grandfather know and don't care so long as she's happy, but they all know better than to tell her grandma.

Birthplace: St. John's Riverside Hospital, Yonkers, New York

Current Residence: Park Street, Rockland, Maine

Occupation: High school junior, professional figure skater, junior medical assistant at her parent’s office

Talents/Skills: Acting (mostly in high school or town productions), making flip books, animating short videos

Birth order: Only 

Parents: Kyoya Jin Sato and Hina Mai Suoh

Signature:

Height: 5’1”

Race: Japanese-American

Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black

Hair Color: Brown

Glasses or contact lenses: Glasses for reading, contacts for fun

Distinguishing features: A birthmark on her hip that looks almost like a cherry blossom, a scar on her inner right calf from a skating incident, and a single dimple on her left cheek

Mannerisms: Bopping her head to music, mumbling to herself while working on projects, and keeping the tip of her tongue between her lips when she’s deep in thought

Health: Chronic migraines, Type-1 Diabetes, and POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome)

Hobbies: Gardening, baking, watching anime and Chinese historical dramas, playing cozy games, scrolling Pinterest, writing fanfictions, and cosplaying 

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How everyone still sees her as a child/childish. As the only child/grandchild in her family, Naomi is often babied by her family members. Her father was an only child, and her mother was the only daughter of four kids and was the golden child, leading to Naomi feeling more like a toddler as anyone who came to visit would treat her like a little doll. She appreciates their love and care, but all she really wants is for her family to see her as the near-adult she is, not some naive little girl in need of shelter from the outside world. In a way, that was the reason she and Lexi became friends. She needed someone in her life who treated her like an actual person, not a child.

Best quality (in their opinion): Her determination to succeed in everything she does. While she doesn’t fear failure or disappointing her family, she strives to be the best version of herself she can be. Whether it’s working hard at her family’s practice, learning new skating skills, or trying out a new recipe, Naomi puts her whole heart into all she does. She is a very determined individual, but that doesn’t stop her from taking breaks now and then or spending time caring for herself. 

Biggest fear: Losing her sense of self for the sake of others. Naomi is fairly confident in who she is as a person - an intelligent, pink-loving, figure skater who wants nothing more than to help her parents run their practice. However, she fears that someday, if she were to find herself looking for a different job or maybe falling in love, those people would try to change who she is for the sake of professionalism and maturity. She has taken the time to grow into who she is and finally loves herself just as she is; the last thing she wants is for someone to try to change her to meet their needs. If they can’t love her for who she is, Naomi knows it isn’t worth it, but she knows she wants love sometime down the road, and the thought of giving up her style and personality for someone to see her as a mature human being is something that deeply terrifies her. Real life is nothing like the books or movies she loves so deeply, after all, and she knows this. That is why she keeps many potential friendships/relationships at a distance until she knows they won’t try to change her.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite ice cream: Strawberry mochi

Favorite color: Pastel pink

Favorite number: 2, as the number represents balance and harmony in Japanese culture

Favorite songs: ballad of a homeschooled girl by Olivia Rodrigo, ALICE by PEGGY, and Platonic Love Song #1 by Lauren Bird

A place they want to visit: Forbidden City, China, or Bunkyo City, Japan

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Gilmore Girls OCs ( L-Z )

( A-C ) ( D-K )

Name: Lena LaCosta

Story: My Way / Piece By Piece

Face claim: Rachel Zegler

Name: Levi Bloom

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Owen Patrick Joyner

Love Interest: probable Matt King & Tommy Gilmore

Name: Lexi Danes

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Lily James

Love Interest: Preston Gilmore

Name: Lia Belleville

Story: Found Tonight

Face claim: Ciara Bravo

Love Interest: possible Jess Mariano

Name: Lili Gilmore

Story: Guts

Face claim: Sophia Bush

Love Interest: Tristan Dugray; endgame TBD

Lili Gilmore was just like her sister.  That’s what she’d been told since she was old enough to understand that her mother didn’t mean it as a compliment.  No, to Emily Gilmore there were few insults more biting than comparing her two daughters.  Rebellious, bored, and too clever for her own good, Lili Gilmore was everything that a Hartford heiress shouldn’t be.  Rebellious, bored, clever, and, now, expelled from Chilton.  With no other private school willing to take her, and not quite desperate enough to send her to boarding school, Emily and Richard only have one choice for what to do with their younger problem child – exactly what Lorelai did when she was Lili’s age, in fact.  Send her to Stars Hollow. Lili isn’t particularly bothered by going to public school, she’d never cared for her academics either way.  Aside from less time to spend with her boyfriend, Lili is sure that a small town public school can’t be worse than the suffocating halls of Chilton.  Only there’s no escaping the Gilmore name, and in this particular small town, every single person she meets knows her effortlessly charming older sister and picture perfect niece.  And every single person is watching to see how she measures up.

Name: Livi Ruiz

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Madison Reyes

Love Interest: Esme Gerard

Name: Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Story: Hey December

Face claim: Mackenzie Foy

Family is complicated; such is the fate of the Lorelai Gilmores, and Lorrie is no different.  She knows that her parents’ relationship has always been complicated — it was complicated before she was born, it was complicated when she was born, and it has been complicated for her entire life.  She knows that her mom has never had an easy relationship with her parents, and her dad’s parents both died before she was born. Her mom is an only child; her dad’s sister managed to join a vegetable cult.  She has two older half-sisters and an older cousin who’s more of a brother, an entire town who helped raise her, parents who always try to put their daughter first, and has never questioned her place in the world. Family is complicated, but Lorrie Gilmore-Danes has never doubted her family’s love for her.  But when she’s fourteen, her grandpa dies and her family is sent into a tailspin.  And for the first time, Lorrie finds herself not knowing where she belongs.

Name: Lottie Donahue-Callisto

Story: Delicate / New Romantics / Coming Of Age

Face claim: Uma Thurman 

Love Interest: Luke Danes

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Lucas Gilmore

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Timothee Chalamet

Love Interest: Natalie Lister & Brandon Webster

Name: Lucía Davila

Story: Bubblegum Bitch

Face claim: Ester Exposito

Name: Marley Tinsdale

Story: For Forever

Face claim: Dove Cameron

Love Interest: Jess or Logan

Name: Matt King

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Charlie Gillespie

Love Interest: probable Tommy Gilmore & Levi Bloom

Name: Megan Capello

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Name: Natalie Lister

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Kathryn Newton

Love Interest: Brandon Webster & Lucas Gilmore

Name: Nellie McCrae

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Willa Holland

Name: Paige Huntzberger

Story: In Omnia Paratus

Face claim: Annasophia Robb

Love Interest: Finn & Colin McRae

In omnia paratus. Ready for anything. As the youngest Huntzberger and a future Life-And-Death Brigadier, Paige Huntzberger had always lived by those words. She believed in living life to the fullest, enjoying every moment, and not worrying about the future. But when she starts at Yale, with Logan, Finn, and Colin to guide her into the next stage of her life, Paige finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about the world.

Name: Preston Gilmore

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Matt Bomer

Love Interest: Lexi Danes

Name: Sage Hall

Story: Thank You For The Music

Face claim: Kaylee Bryant

Love Interest: Jess Mariano or Dave Rygalski

Music was everything to Sage Hall, it always had been. Not only was her dad a musician, but she herself was something of a prodigy.  Playing ten instruments, writing her own songs, and performing at every town event since she was five, all Sage had ever wanted was to be known for her own merits and not as The Troubadour’s daughter.  It seemed hopeless, and Sage was close to resigning herself to only ever being known for her father, when she accidentally crashed into Luke’s newly arrived nephew — a cute troublemaker who only knew her as “that music girl.”

Name: Sam Gleason

Story: Town That Raised Me

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Baby number thirteen, and thirteen years younger than the next youngest sibling, calling Sam Gleason’s birth unexpected would be an understatement.  But despite her mom being too checked out to raise another child, and her father having left years ago, Sam was still happy.  Kirk, the youngest of her older brothers, had raised her for most of her life, and everyone in Stars Hollow was happy to help out. Life in Stars Hollow was never boring, but when Rory Gilmore leaves Stars Hollow High to go to prep school in Hartford, Sam finds her town, and her life, changing in ways she had never expected.

Name: Sara “Bijou” Topaz

Story: All That Jazz

Face claim: Hayden Panettiere

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Name: Sienna Elliot

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Michelle Trachtenberg

Love Interest: past Jess Mariano, Logan Huntzberger

Name: Skye Bloom

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Savannah Lee May

Love Interest: Lane Kim

Name: Sophie Dugray

Story: Tarnished Gold

Face claim: Blake Lively

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger & Rory Gilmore

Hartford girls should be seen, not heard; pretty, never vain; smart, not a show off; and they should always be compliant with whatever plans their parents made. As the Dugray heiress, Sophie knew this better than anyone. Still, it didn’t stop her from partying until sunrise, flirting with Logan Huntzberger, or even from maintaining a 4.0GPA. But she knew better than to aspire to be anything more than a dinner party hostess running the DAR. Then Rory Gilmore comes to Chilton, a whirlwind of literary references and small town optimism, and for the first time in her life, Sophie finds herself imagining life beyond Hartford Society.

Name: Tommy Gilmore

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Jeremy Shada

Love Interest: probable Matt King & Levi Bloom

Name: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Taylor Zakhar Perez

Love Interest: Harry Bechtel & @the-witching-ash's Richie Gilmore

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Story: New Romantics / Coming Of Age

Face claim: Taylor Zakhar Perez

Love Interest: Harry Bechtel

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Vicki St James

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger or Dave Rygalski

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Vicki St James

Story: Coming Of Age / New Romantics

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger or Dave Rygalski

Victoria Bechtel.  Josephine St James.  Vicki, Tori, Josie.  Josephine Victoria Bechtel-St James often joked that she had a new name for every new city that she moved to – only, it wasn’t entirely a joke.  Having moved more than twenty times in sixteen years, she was no stranger to starting over, to reinventing herself.  Her own mother had only been in her life long enough to choose her middle name, while her brother’s mother had divorced their father after finding out that he’d had a child with another woman.  Ever since, it had only been the three of them.  In ever city, in every fresh start, they had been there to tether her, to make sure that she would never lose herself in her endless reinventions.  But this time it’s different.  This time, they won’t be there.  This time, Harry is staying in England, in boarding school, and their dad is moving to San Francisco. This time, Vicki alone is moving to Stars Hollow, Connecticut, to live with the mother she’s never known.

Name: Viviana Lozano

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Zion Moreno

Name: Willow Dell

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Kristine Froseth

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Willow Dell was nice.  That was the first word that anyone would use to describe her.  She was nice, sweet, friendly, involved, polite.  Bored. Willow Dell was bored.  Her life had been the same for as long as she could remember.  She’d been in the same dance classes since she was three, not for any love of the art but because her godmother taught them; she’d been second to Rory Gilmore in every class since she was five; her now-paid jobs were the same favours she’d been doing around town since she was eight; the only signs that time was passing at all were the marks of her height on the kitchen doorframe and the new cats her mom was always bringing home. Rory Gilmore changing schools is the first time anything in Willow’s life has ever been different, though she’s disappointed to find that it didn’t change things nearly as much as she’d hoped.  She still went to dance classes, she still had the same jobs, she was just the first in her class.  But when Luke’s nephew moves to town, Willow knows that change is in the air.   Willow Dell is nice.  Nice girls offer to show moody new boys around town. Nice girls don’t fall in love with boys like Jess Mariano.