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oh, fuck you. (affectionate)

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...but also a table of contents for anyone else who might want to creep in on these:

Dark!Eve

Agatha Birthday fic

Take A Sad Song and Make It Better Ch. 3

Post-Finding Family Agatha - Stephen Encounter

The Haunting of Westview Manor

What Dreams May Come Ch. ???

Mexican Stud (Epic Superhero Crossover Book 1)

Collateral Damage (Epic Superhero Crossover Book ???)

The House on Ridge Road (Epic Superhero Crossover Book ???)

Dottie as Sin Rostro

Love is Not a Victory March (Roisa Soulmate Timer Book 4)

Clara Ruvelle and the Heir of Slytherin (Roisa HP AU Book 2)

A Christmas Hideaway (Roisa Hallmark Holiday Special Reversal)

Roisa Grinchmas Special (this one’s in rhyme!)

On Myths and Hideouts Ch. ???

On Myths and Hideouts Jess Prequel

Paradise Lost post-canon

Timeless/Noir fusion

The Story of a Girl (Noir fic; Title pending) Ch. 3 - “Shielded by Black Robes”

Dark!Eve:

It’s boring when they don’t struggle.

Dottie’s let her practice on her some, let her bind her hands together, made sure she’s tying her victims down properly, grinned around the gag pressed into her lips, and just stared without making any noise as Eve’s explored. She’s learned – you can’t just rip someone’s fingernail off.  That hurts, sure, but you want to extend the pain.  Start with something small and then build.  You shove splinters and nails under their fingernails first, then you rip them off, if you want, provided there are other nails that you can do the same thing with.

Dismembering usually isn’t necessary.  The people they send her after break long before then, which is good, because she’s never actually gotten to try the dismembering thing. She can’t just cut one of Dottie’s toes off.  Besides breaking a bone is better than cutting it off because then you can still peel the skin back with a knife later.  If you remove stuff, it should be teeth, pried out with pliers.  Sure, they can’t grow back, but there’s not really much more you can do with teeth.

The thing about playing with Dottie is that she doesn’t break, which is fine, really, although she’s pretended to break so that Eve gets the idea of what that’s like, but Dottie is intentionally unbreakable so that Eve can deal with her own frustration when torture just doesn’t seem to go the way it’s supposed to go.  But also playing with Dottie usually ends up in—

She can’t think about that right now.  She needs to focus.

Eve picks at her teeth with the tip of her knife, fitting it carefully beside her canine with a little creak.

Maybe it’s the gag.

Agatha Birthday fic:

It literally goes wrong from the moment Eve wakes up.

Agatha refuses – absolutely refuses – to answer her phone.  Which, you know, on a normal day, that’s just fine.  Agatha has a life.  She has a job.  She’s juggling a lot of things all at once, and sometimes it takes a bit before she can call Eve back if she missed her call.  Usually, when she knows it’s going to be a while before she can call back, she shoots Eve a text to let her know, to check and see if the conversation is something that can happen over text (most of the time, yes, but not always).

But on her birthday?  None of that. No returned phone calls.  No texts.  No texts back, either, when Eve texts her. Just very clear and complete avoidance.

Now.

Eve likes to consider herself a good girlfriend.  She isn’t particularly worried that something has happened to Agatha; she’s too aware of the date for that and figures that Agatha is just hiding. (On a normal day, yes, she would be worried.  This is not a normal day.)  It isn’t like she didn’t do the same on her worst day ever, when Jane wasn’t available as a distraction (for very good reason), but even she had reached out to Agatha.  Eventually. When she’d desperately needed someone there and hadn’t—

Look, Eve understands needing to hole up and mourn, but it is Agatha’s birthday, and Agatha needs her, and Agatha would never admit that she needs her, so she’s going to go pound on Agatha’s door and barge in and make her feel better.  As soon as she gets off of work.  With the hope that Agatha is actually home.

Take A Sad Song and Make It Better Ch. 3:

The thing about hospitals is that—

Well.  There’s a lot of things about hospitals, and we really don’t have quite the time to get into all of that.  Andi’s still out, which does give us a fair amount of time, but I highly suspect that you would prefer to get back to the action, back to the fam, back to the search for the envelope to determine whether or not that they might find it.

Give me a moment.

The thing about hospitals is this: If you have an emergency contact listed with them, then when something happens to you, they call your emergency contact. Regardless of whether or not someone else is there with you, your emergency contact is the person who has the right to make decisions about your life when you are unconscious, the way that Andi currently is.  It’s just simple protocol.

And here’s the thing about that – up until just recently, Claire was Andi’s emergency contact.  Claire knew that.  Claire knows that.  It hasn’t crossed her mind, however, that when Andi reached the hospital they did not call her.  Duke did, but the hospital didn’t.

Because once Claire lied on the stand, Andi took some time to herself. Reconsidered a few things.

And changed her emergency contact.

Post-Finding Family Agatha - Stephen Encounter (because it got prompted):

She told herself she would never actually go in the New York Sanctum again, after that last time, but the problem with telling herself that is knowing that, well.  As long as she literally had an apartment right next door.  Inevitably.

But honestly, she had a rent controlled apartment in New York City.  Sure, sure, she could use magic to override her landlord’s mind and make it completely free (and, sure, she might have already done that once or twice over the past few decades, when whoever inherited the building tried to fuck around with her (How can you be the same resident from over a century ago?  That’s not possible! – Dear, you live on a planet of superheroes that gets visited by aliens, and you think you have some normal human being just hanging out in this apartment?  That you can boss around?  This is why New York gets attacked by every new wannabe villain; it’s not the Worf Effect or a symbol or anything – it’s entitled landlords not remembering that people with powers exist and can punch the ever-loving shit out of them when they get pissed off.  Almost as bad as working in customer service.  Yeesh)) – but what would be the fun in that?  She’s not Wanda, after all.  She doesn’t need everything to go her way all of the time.

Admittedly, Wanda is the reason she’s here in the first place.  Something about America and Wendy being part of this new Baby Vengeance team or something like that (she knows the real name, but she enjoys seeing the frustration in Wanda’s expression when she refuses to use the right term, loves seeing her pinch the bridge of her nose, delights when, eventually, Wanda says, “I’m not even going to correct you anymore, Agatha; I know you’re doing this on purpose” and still sighing with exasperation anyway); something about how they’ve been gone for far too long this time. That thin tremor under her voice that suggests just how worried she’s trying not to be.

For a witch able to control the very fabric of reality in this universe, Wanda has gotten surprisingly good at not sticking her nose into everybody else’s business.

Why would she need to do that when she has Agatha to do it for her?

(In most cases, Agnes would be better, but they can’t get Agnes without having America open a portal to that universe she and Ash are shacking up in, so she’s the next best thing. Besides.  She has centuries of being the New York Sanctum’s nosy neighbor.  It’s just a shame that Cian is no longer here to see it.)

The Haunting of Westview Manor (aka THOHH/THOBM and WandaVision infusion):

She’d always had a hard time sleeping in Westview Manor.

Or.

Well.

She’d always had a hard time sleeping starting with Westview Manor.

She remembers, in flickering fragmented memories, moments before her family had moved into the not-yet-decrepit manor, but they’re few and far between.  Her time living there had so shaped and shifted everything else that it is hard to reach back to earlier, simpler, happier times.  Times when she could sleep and dream of something good – like flying into a sky full of stars and reaching out to each one in turn, hoping to make friends with them. Times that she hadn’t had since—

Well, since Westview Manor.

She’d always had a hard time sleeping in Westview Manor, even before things went bad, and she’d always had a hard time sleeping after Westview Manor, even now when things could almost be called good.

It’s the closest to good she’d had in a long…in a really long time, actually.

But we’re not there yet.  We’re still looking at Westview Manor, we’re still looking at her, slumbering, trying to slumber, and shifting beneath her blankets, unable to stay still, turning this way and that, tangling herself in them, hands gripping her throat until she sits up, gasping for air, blankets falling to her waist.  Back then, she was only a child, brown hair nearly down to her waist if it was ever let free, although she cut it off a few days later, not liking the way it could so easily catch on anything – everything – around the manor.  She always felt like something was reaching out for her, grabbing and tugging on her hair with thin spindly fingers, and it didn’t matter that she would turn and see a statue with a bow or something like that, she still felt like it was someone and not something.

What Dreams May Come Ch. ???:

You are you and you are aware of yourself and you are aware of nothing at all.

Your name is Viola Lloyd, nee Willoughby, or something like it.

Your name is Viola Lloyd.  The year is 1680.  You are at Bly Manor.  Your daughter, Isabel, is five years old.  Your husband is gone on one of his business trips.  The money is running out.

And your sister wants you dead.

You have lived in this room – in your room, you know this room, you know it well, you know it from the way you have paced it so often, so often since you have taken up space within your host’s body – and yet you do not have a host.  You are you and you are yourself and you are nothing at all.

For the past five years, you have been stuck in this room, barely leaving it and being forced back into it when you do by family who are afraid that you will infect them or even more afraid that you will somehow ruin the image your daughter has of you.  This angers you – a rage that has been building over the past five years, not just from this alone – a rage that, it appears, has not left you, even in death. Your daughter remembers you as nothing else but this.  Why should seeing you at your worst make her hate you?  She has only ever seen you like this.

And this?

You know now.

This is not your worst.

Mexican Stud (Epic Superhero Crossover Book 1):

Joan clasps one hand over the hollow where her left eye once was – or she tries to, but it isn’t as hollow as movies and books would lead her to assume.  The bulb that was once her eye is splattered, blood covering her face, the sheets, probably the face of the woman who had been lying above her – but none of this matters.  The only thing that matters is the nerve she now holds in her hand and the popped vessel at its very tip and the incomparable pain pulsing behind where her eye once was.

She doesn’t scream.

Her throat is torn raw, but she doesn’t scream.  She shivers as the pulsing slows down, sparks flying about her fingertips. The rings she’d been wearing – the rings the other woman made to ground her – are smashed, shattered much in the same vein as her eye is, and their metal edges feel shoved into the flesh of her thumbs, her middle fingers.  There’s probably blood there, too.  She can’t tell.

Joan takes a deep breath and sits up in the bed, still cradling what was once her eye in one hand, trying to clasp it to the hollow where it once lay, and it’s only then that she notices how far the electric jolt has carried Rose.  No longer is the redhead on the bed with her; instead, she has been thrown across the room by the force of the blast, and she sits crumpled on the floor beneath a wall that looks cracked by the weight of her. One of her hands cradles her head.

“Was it worth it?” Joan asks, her voice raw, rasping.  She can’t keep the venom, the bitterness out of her voice, even as Rose looks up with a blood-spattered face.  “Was this what you wanted?”

Rose doesn’t say anything at first, and Joan is certain that’s because there is nothing left to say.  With her free hand, Joan tries to prop herself up so that she can move from Rose’s bed, but the hollow where her eye once was throbs.  She takes a deep breath, her free hand gripping the edge of the mattress so tight that her knuckles turn a bright white.  A tile from the ceiling drops with a loud clang between them, but neither of them jump.

“I can fix this.”

Joan starts to whirl to face Rose, but the movement makes her stomach clench.  Her teeth grit together.  “What?”

Rose struggles to her feet.  “I can fix this.”

Joan stares over the other woman’s naked body with her one remaining good eye, and she chokes back a sound that could either be a laugh or a sob. She intends for it to be the former, but she’s in so much pain that the latter wouldn’t be unimaginable at this point. “You can fix this?” she snarls.  “I’m missing an eye!”

Collateral Damage (Epic Superhero Crossover Book ???) (Luisa/Wendy backstory/interlude/etc.):

“Rose?”

It has been three months since the accident.  She didn’t like to think about it in public if she didn’t have to, and for those first few days, she had holed herself up in what was their apartment, because no matter where she went it felt like everything playing on every television in every restaurant or train station or anywhere that had a television on playing in the background was that recurring footage and the big white letters on the blue background: SUPERVILLAIN THE GHOST KILLED IN EXPLOSIVE FIGHT WITH—

The rest didn’t matter.  It didn’t matter who had killed Rose (it was an accident, the reporters said; there were no witnesses), only that she was destroyed so completely that all that was left of her were her teeth and an imprint of her on a wall otherwise covered with shadow and ash.  There hadn’t been any body for her to identify, hadn’t been any call for her to come to the morgue, hadn’t been any funerary arrangements or urns or anything – just POOF! and then the love of her life was gone.

Luisa stared at the redheaded woman standing just in front of her, and her breath catches in her throat because Rose was dead.  But, then, maybe that was why Whitney had directed her to this hair salon to get her hair done instead of her normal one. Maybe Whitney knew something she didn’t.

But, no, before the girl could even say anything, Luisa was convinced that this couldn’t be Rose. She was too young.  Far too young.  (Okay, maybe not that young – she looked the same way, perhaps, that Rose should have when they first met, if Rose hadn’t been changing her appearance to fit how she thought she should look.)  Her blue eyes were brighter, calmer than the tempests that had often been in the midst of Rose’s, and the freckles on her face stood out more starkly beneath her make-up.  Rose had always tried to change her face enough to cover them up, to not have them at all unless Luisa specifically requested them, but this girl didn’t seem to mind hers at all.

And she was—

“No, I’m Wendy,” the girl said, and her voice made Luisa’s heart ache.  “But if you’d like to see someone else, I can arrange for that. You had an appointment, didn’t you? You’re Miss—”

“Alver, yes, I had an appointment, a friend of mine set it up for me, and no, don’t get someone else, I….”  Luisa took a deep breath to steady herself and looked up to meet the younger girl’s eyes. “You just look so much like someone I used to know.”

The House on Ridge Road (Epic Superhero Crossover Book ???) (Dottie Backstory):

You run a hand through her hair.

Present tense – run – when it happens, you’re present; when you remember, you’re present – you understand the past and the future as detached concepts, but you are present in them and within them; you remember and you relive.

You run a hand through her hair.

It’s soft, softer than her hair has any right to be after hours, days, years of being pinned up, sprayed into place, not one strand moving unless you – you, yourself, or someone like you, but there is no one like you, only weak men who fail beneath your own prowess – force them to move.  Her hair is soft and smells of roses.  That’s the bathwater.  You scented it, before—

You scent it and run your fingers through the warm water as you sit on the edge of the tub, rippling, rippling, rippling.

There are no candles.  She doesn’t like candles.  She caught you once playing with the flame – baby lightning in a bottle – sometimes you burn your fingers – Peggy doesn’t like candles or maybe she just doesn’t like it when the skin of your fingers feels raw from playing with them, doesn’t like the way your skin grows back and heals all too easily and the rawness is gone in only moments, doesn’t like the abilities your people stole from vials they were never meant to have.

You’re weaker, in that regard, than the boy she lost years ago.  You know his name, but not because she wants you to know it. She tore it at you, screamed—

She tears it at you, screams it, louder than anything – “He’s a better man than you will ever grow to be” – and you let her say it because she means it and because she needs to say it and you brush the dust of broken plaster walls from your dress and wipe a track of blood from just above your right eye and pop your right shoulder back into place and you stare at her, chest heaving, face all rage and hate, and you know it’s just redirected at the nearest person and that person just happens to be you—

You can take it.  She needs to get the venom out.  All out.

When you look again, her hands are no longer clenched into defensive, aggressive fists; her fingers brush those loose strands of hair back into place; she’ll be sore tomorrow, but she’s not bloodied the way you are.  If you were a normal person, you would have a black eye, but you aren’t a normal person, no matter how much they force you to act like one until they need you.

You rotate your shoulder and it hurts but not too terribly.  You like the pain.

“Are you done now, Peg?  Get it all out?”

Dottie as Sin Rostro:

Time off.

The words are a nuisance for Dottie Underwood, who would far prefer to be sitting in a lair waiting for instructions or set up on location, gathering intelligence or preparing for a hit under yet another alias.  Even the name she used now wasn’t the one she was born with, not that it much mattered.  Crime lords and their best associates rarely used their real names – Elena di Nola was Mutter and her second-in-command was Sin Rostro, whoever happened to be wearing the name on any given day.  Sometimes it was Elena; sometimes it was her son, Derek; sometimes it was her daughter, a woman Dottie had never met; and sometimes, on the rare occurrence that the other two were not available and Elena wanted a proxy, Dottie herself would wear the name.

Names on names on names.

She wasn’t even Dottie anymore now.  When the word slowly grew more and more associated with insanity, she’d needed something a little more sane, a little more…consistent.

Not that it mattered during time off.

She’d painted her hair a bright red to match the blood of her nails and her lips, heightening and contrasting her pale skin, her ice blue eyes.  Some might use smaller terms to describe her – attractive, pretty, hot – and she hated that last one in comparison with the others she’d grown accustomed to in the earlier years – alluring, magnetic, mesmerizing.  Hypnotic.  But she wasn’t looking for words when she walked into the bar, as amusing as the murmurs and the collective hush were.

It was the eyes suddenly trained to her that made her blood rise, the heads tilted in her direction and following her every move that started the bubbling giggle clasped in the back of her throat, the turning of bodies open to her every whim that assured her control.

But it’s to the mostly empty bar that she made her way, the crowd parting for her like hot butter for a knife, and it was at the sole occupant that she paused, brightly painted nails tapping on the counter.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked, her voice soft and full of the innocence and wonder she’d been trained to exude.  “I wouldn’t want to intrude if you’re waiting for someone.”

Love is Not a Victory March (Roisa Soulmate Timer AU Book 4):

Michael Cordero, Jr. had never had a strong fascination with hotels like the Marbella.  He knew they existed, but to him, they had always seemed like tourist traps, destinations for people who didn’t live in Florida, meant for an elite sort of people that he and his family had never and would never be part of.  That made it sound as though he had a strong distaste for them, and maybe, to some extent, that was true, but for the most part, he just didn’t think about them.

That was until his timer went off for one of the waitresses who worked there.

At the time, Michael couldn’t have guessed that’s what she was, and in the years since, years he’d spent watching her from afar while he tracked down a crime lord who had grown mysteriously silent until, finally, he’d been connected to the very same hotel where his soulmate worked, he’d found that distaste slowly growing.  His soulmate deserved better, and he couldn’t wait to see her grow into whatever that better would be.

Mostly he couldn’t wait to spend his time watching something other than this stupid tourist trap hotel and its absolutely unattractive current manager with his rippling muscles that looked like they could burst out of his shirt at any moment or his leggy blonde wife who seemed to have no sense of propriety and wore bootie shorts everywhere like she wanted to be seen as a piece of meat. Not that he was one of those misogynistic assholes who thought that women couldn’t wear whatever they wanted, because he was not that.

He was just growing very, very tired of watching all of it.

Until Roman Zazo fell from a window on the twelfth floor and landed with the sharp point of an ice Marlin piercing through his chest.

Then everything seemed to suddenly grow a lot more interesting.

Clara Ruvelle and the Heir of Slytherin (Roisa HP AU Book 2):

“Hey!”  Clara pushed back against Hermione, shoving her over.  “I told you I didn’t want you to sit with me!”

But Hermione stayed where she was, refusing to get up, refusing to move even after Clara shoved her.  She just turned and gave her a flat stare.  “You’re not supposed to be fighting on the train.”

Clara’s eyes narrowed.  “You’re not supposed to set professors on fire either but—”

“Wait, wait, wait.”  Ginny held up her hands, palms out, and stared at Clara.  “Hermione set a professor on fire?” Her eyes widened, and she looked at Hermione.  “You really did that?”

Hermione gave Clara a blank stare and then turned to Ginny.  “No.  Of course not.  Good students don’t set their professors on fire.”

“Yeah, well, you must not be a very good student, then.”  Clara crossed her arms and leaned back against the plush back of the train bench.  “Since you definitely did that.”

“Clara.”  Hermione elbowed her harshly as she whispered through gritted teeth at her.  “Stop.”

Ginny just turned to Luisa with wide eyes.  “You’re the Hufflepuff!” she exclaimed and grinned.  “You’ll tell me the truth, right!”

Luisa just looked from Clara to Hermione and then winced.  “I, uh, I—”

“Quit making house assumptions,” Janet interrupted, voice flat.  Cat the cat had made his way out of her arms and woven around her neck, his head resting on his paws on the shoulder closest to the window so that he could stare outside with his one remaining eye, his tail on the other end, occasionally flicking against Clara as it moved.  “Just because Luisa is in Hufflepuff doesn’t mean that she’s a pushover—”

“Hey!” Luisa interrupted.

“—just because Hermione’s in Gryffindor doesn’t mean she’s brave—”

“Hey!” Hermione echoed Luisa.

“—and just because Clara and I are in Slytherin doesn’t mean we’re going to kill you or try to take over the world.”  Janet’s wand tapped against her arm a couple of times.  “Although, now that I mention it, taking over the world does sound like fun.  We may try and do that anyway.”

“Janet,” Clara hissed, elbowing her. “We’re not going to take over the world. That is way more work than either of us wants to do.  And you would have to pretend to get along with people – all that hand shaking and playing nice and everything – and I don’t think you’d like that very much.”

Janet sighed and nodded once.  “You’re right.  I wouldn’t. Maybe we postpone the taking over the world thing.”

A Christmas Hideaway (Roisa Hallmark Holiday Special Reversal):

“No, Daddy, I won’t be home for Christmas.”

Luisa has perfected the art of lying to her father about mundane things, particularly over the phone.  It started years ago when she was in high school, lying about stealing liquor from his cabinet whenever he asked with eyes that had initially shifted to look towards the ground and then eventually grew to facing him directly with a strong jaw, and continued through college, lying about how much time she was spending studying for her classes when really she was spending most of her time out with her friends doing almost anything except studying.  At some point, he stopped calling (or she stopped answering).  His time was – and still is – much better spent working on his company than inquiring into his children’s life.  Not because he doesn’t care.  He does. Luisa is certain he does.  That just isn’t how he shows it.  Mostly he shows it by staying out of her life or by giving her whatever she needs, money-wise, whenever she asks for it.

The not being home for Christmas part isn’t the lie.  The next part is.

Roisa Grinchmas Special:

Down at the hotel, far from their harsh glances, lived the other woman, whose drunken dances on tabletops naked with far too much glee were probably not meant for you or for me, especially since she had gone off the drink, tore it from her bar, and poured it down her sink. Yet still in her form she held both style and grace and often used these to make others’ hearts race. Her smile lit the room far better than fire and her heart burned like it would on a pyre for people and family who she held most dear, for whom she would shed far much more than a tear.

On Myths and Hideouts Ch. ???

City Hall feels like a bad marriage between Greco-Roman architecture and modern, streamlined, minimalistic design.  The former is a bad habit of all American political buildings; the latter is likely Storybrooke – or Regina – specific.  There are columns and a lot of black and white, which Rose hopes is not indicative of Regina’s way of thinking or her morals (she doubts this), and some wallpaper of trees, which should be rustic, but because it’s in black and white, it isn’t.  It works a little better than most people would think, but Rose – who spent way too long as Emilio’s interior design decorator for his hotels – doesn’t think it works at all.  She likes the black and white better than the Miami beach vibes that the Marbella put out, but only because she’s gotten plain sick of the Marbella after the last several years.

Regina stops at the secretary’s desk before heading into her office, leaning over just enough to give Rose a good view of her ass.  This is intentional.  At least, if Rose had done it, it would have been intentional, and she suspects that Storybrooke’s mayor runs on the same general wavelength that she does.  She can’t say just why she suspects it, but she gets that general vibe.

“Jessica, dear, clear out my meetings for the rest of the day.” Regina glances over her shoulder at Rose as though she hopes to catch her staring.  Her expression falters and quickly fixes itself when she realizes that she isn’t.  “I have more pressing matters to attend to.”

Regina’s secretary – Jessica, apparently – lifts her head and glances over to Rose.  The two of them look quite similar, although Jessica is, for the most part, thinner and more angular than Rose is, with the exception of her chest, which almost seems impossibly big for how small the rest of her is.  Her Crayola red hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, and she pushes thin black frames up her nose, brilliantly cerulean eyes peering out at Rose with a lack of interest as she takes her in.  “Of course, Ms. Mills,” she murmurs, and her voice is at once both demure and alluring.

Regina Mills might try her hardest to seduce Rose Alver, but she will not get anywhere near as close as this Jessica does within the first five seconds.

Rose swallows once, and her gaze flicks back to Regina.  Maybe that ass view wasn’t for her at all.  Luisa had thought Regina had something going on with the sheriff, but at this moment, she’s pretty sure that she actually has something much more interesting going on with her secretary.

On Myths and Hideouts Jess Prequel:

Jessica Krupnick sees a lot that she does not mention.

Well.  This would mean more if she had someone to mention it to.  She has no friends in this little town, although she is certain that she could if she tried.  She has never felt that impulse to try.  People seem to think of her first as Mayor Mills’s secretary, the woman the mayor chose not as her right hand woman – the closest person in Storybrooke who came to that was Sheriff Humbert, who insisted that everyone refer to him as Graham (or at least, he insisted that to Jessica every time they spoke, and she consistently pretended as though he didn’t) – but as the protector of….

Well, her, if you wanted to think of it that way.

Sheriff Humbert protected the people.  He was a physical failsafe.  Jessica protected her office.  She was a mental failsafe.

And sometimes, Jessica considers as she sees Henry speeding into the office, skidding across the marble floors on his shoes with the biggest grin on his face she has ever seen, she protects her heart.

Paradise Lost post-canon:

Francis tapped the steering wheel of the U-Haul with the pad of her thumb. The air conditioner rattled a little too loudly as she drove, overwhelming the soft tunes crooning through the radio.  Davis sat in the middle seat, belt tight across his waist, and Reynolds sat in the passenger seat, elbow resting on the door and staring out the window at the passing landscape.

“It’ll be cooler once the car warms up,” Francis remarks, reaching over and tousling her youngest son’s hair.  He’s sticky with sweat; U-Hauls were nothing more than metal boxes, and in the Southern humid heat, it had cooked itself until even touching the seats felt like it would burn through their skin.  It was only made worse by the shorts they were all wearing, pushing exposed skin against burning fabric.  At least she had convinced the boys to wear t-shirts instead of tank-tops.

Davis was easy enough to convince, but Reynolds….

Reynolds wasn’t wearing a t-shirt the way Francis wanted.  Instead, his shirt was stretched so that it hung about him more like a wife-beater than a shirt, and the sleeves were stretched so that they might as well have not been there at all.  She was certain if he was wearing a normal shirt, the sleeves would be rolled up to feign a tank within seconds.

This was all just the influence of the football team and his father’s friendship with Dickie.  That may have fallen lax in the past few months as the divorce dragged on, but Reynolds had maintained his friendship with Dickie’s son – and no amount of Francis telling him it was a bad idea did anything.  In fact, she’d refrained from saying much at all, outside of suggesting that he should choose his friends wisely and hoping that Yates suggested the same.

Considering the fight he’d allowed between the two of them, Francis sincerely doubted he had.

Timeless/Noir fusion:

It happened at the end of her last class of the day.  Lucy felt the vibration of her phone – a longer buzz indicative of an email instead of the shorter one for a text – where it rested in the left pocket of her slacks.  She stepped outside of the lecture hall, shuffled her students’ papers and folders (it was essay day, and some of them still used folders although she’d said multiple times that she preferred they didn’t), and pulled out her phone.

Emma Whitmore.

Lucy didn’t recognize the name, but it could be from a student wanting into one of her classes or a professor asking for her expertise on one of their projects.  This wasn’t too unusual.  Probably a student – she knew most of the professors on campus by name; even if she’d never met them, she’d likely heard about them from one of the other students in passing.  She’d never heard of a Professor Whitmore, though.

Her eyes scanned the email.

Standard fare for a professor help request – doing a bit of research, wanted to speak with someone more knowledgeable about the subject (mostly time period, maybe some political history), etc.  There were a few lines that felt a little off, but Lucy chalked that up to what she expected was likely a new hire who was unnecessarily intimidated by her own pedigree.  And while it was odd that Emma hadn’t used her school email, given the more professional setting, it might be that she wanted to keep everything involving her research organized separately from her student emails.  Lucy couldn’t fault her for that, either.

She sent a quick reply – yes, along with perhaps meeting for coffee or drinks Friday afternoon – and then promptly forgot about the entire thing as her phone rang, another incessant and immediate buzzing.

“Amy?”  Lucy braced the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she moved her pile of essays and folders once more.  “Slow down!  What happened this time?”

The Story of a Girl (Noir Fic; Title Pending) Ch. 3 - “Shielded by Black Robes”:

The attackers dodged.  That was the first thing she noticed, the first of many problems with this scenario. They dodged.

The second problem was when one of them somehow caught the knife she threw at his forehead.  He smirked at her and threw it back so fast she barely dodged it herself.  These mooks were good.

But Chloe was better.

Whereas before she stood her ground next to the pillar with only the occasional dodge, now she began to race forward, a knife in each hand. The men pulled out their guns, finally finished reloading them, but she was upon them before the first trigger could be pressed.

Below.  Sweep the leg.  Beneath, behind.  Knife to the side, the neck.  Catch and hold while shot at – meat shields are the best kind because the shots go both ways.

Throw him away.  Dodge.  Roll. Bite.

The blonde stepped out from behind the pillar, aiming and shooting and moving, all one fluid motion, she a panther, lithe and strong, and Chloe a cheetah, swift and deadly, spotless.  She saw the shot from the gun, aimed toward the blonde, fast, too fast – the blue eyes once so icy now so warm and wide—

No.

Her teeth dripped blood that day.

[foreveranevilregal]

TV Show Meme

I was tagged by @therubbleoroursins ages ago, sorry bae!

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Tag people if you’d like.

1. The Good Place

2. Jane the Virgin

3. OUAT

4. Parks and Rec

5. Young Sheldon

I tag @evilmills, @delovelie, @joym13, and anyone else interested!

1. Who is your favorite character in 2? The beautiful, blonde, bi BAMF Petra Solano

2. Who is your least favorite character in 1? Eh, probably Shawn

3. What is your favorite episode of 4? Ahaha, “The Fight”, because seeing everyone drunk in the Snakehole Lounge was hilarious

4. What is your favorite season of 5? I mean, there are only two seasons thus far, but I guess 2 for the deeper development.

5. Who’s your favorite couple in 3? Stable Queen

6. Who’s your favorite couple in 2? Petramos

7. What’s your favorite episode of 1? “Dance Dance Resolution”

8. What is your favorite episode of 5? “Seven Deadly Sins and a Small Carl Sagan” (the Halloween episode)

9. What is your favorite season of 2? Season 4 because bi Petra

10. How long have you watched 1? Almost 2 years

11. How did you become interested in 3? Oh, this is a good story! One of my friends in high school was really into the show, so I started casually watching it, but then Regina happened and ruined my life.

12. Who is your favorite actor in 4? How can I choose? They’re all fantastic! 

13. Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5? TGP for sure (JtV could’ve had this one, but they had to have season 5...)

14. Which have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3? OUAT by sheer virtue of it having more episodes.

15. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be? Leslie Knope!

16. Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work? It might be a bit weird, but I’m sure Regina and Leslie could bond over smalltown bureaucracy.

17. Pair 2 characters in 1 who would make an unlikely, but strangely okay, couple. Eleanor/Jason

18. Overall, which show has the best storyline, 3 or 5? Young Sheldon trumps in character development, plotlines, and general continuity...

19. Which has better theme music, 2 or 4? Well only Parks and Rec has a theme song, so it wins by default. The actual theme music is pretty great though.

[aparticularbandit]

so - i keep wanting to pmmm/jtv fusion and keep splitting rose and clara into two separate characters to get the following:

luisa -> madoka

rose -> homura

clara -> kyouko

but then i run into the other two characters and i hit issues:

susanna -> sayaka????

but no because sayaka makes her wish to heal a dude and susanna's a lesbian. sayaka should be het or bi or pan.

which leads to:

petra -> sayaka????

which works a little better because then you can also go the madosaya route where petra and luisa can be besties and also people ship that so that kind of works and also goes back to when petra was in love with raf so it. kind of. works. especially if you make jane the third bestie hitomi who stabs sayaka in the back by planning to confess to their mutual guy love interest but you know. POSSIBILITIES.

also you end up with the nice clara/petra parallels because you cannot tell me that there are not parallels between rose and petra's situations because there are.

but then you end up in wait clara's in love with petra???? territory which gets. i mean. you can go there. but. does anybody go there. and you also end up with petra's not a classical knight type character whose head is full of heroic ideals she wants to live up to. so. oval peg and round hole. almost????

and then we get to mami.

like seriously what do we do with mami.

the closest i can get to this is:

mami -> jane

because they're both the mom friend and also mami canonically - in spin-offs, i think - analyzes the shit out of war tactics and then applies that to witches and takes notes and writes stuff down like mami is a veritable genius and trainer and organizational amazing woman.

but then you run into mami trained kyouko and they had a huge falling out after mami saved kyouko's life and while, yes, you can fake a huge jane/clara falling out - if you want to go back that far, if you want to have that very clear clara->rose moment, which you kind of shouldn't hear because they're being used as two different characters but maybe???? - but also. as a huge kyoumami shipper. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

but like. no one else really fits for mami personality-wise. maybe petra. but petra is not warmth and hot chocolate and blankets and fireplace in the middle of winter mom friend and that's mami. (jane isn't really either but she's closer to it.)

AND IF YOU WANT FUN SHENANIGANS, you can take clara out of the picture, and do this:

petra -> kyouko

jane -> sayaka

which actually DOES work because then you get jetra like you get kyousaya (what is this ship portmanteau i don't think that's quite right) and you have jane sacrificing herself for a guy (that fits) and all heroic protagonist ideals (also fits) vs. petra who is more world weary and has done these things and also used to living in poverty and now just takes things as payment for, you know, helping to save the world (kyouko is a cynical imp and i love her????) but also is disillusioned so much she can't use her special magic anymore--

LIKE THAT ONE WORKS.

BUT THEN WHAT DO I DO WITH MAMI?????

[aparticularbandit]

Fic Writer meme!

Tagged By: @fictionpenned

Primarily focusing on fic-related fandoms - so fics I have or currently feel comfortable potentially writing fic for. ^^

...also focusing on my AO3 account and not my ff.net account because, although it has some other stuff (like the Matilda fic), it's not...being intentionally included.

Fandoms: Jane the Virgin, Deputy, Timeless, Frozen (it's been a while), OUAT (also been a while, other than Regina in LatF), Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Hannibal, Inside Out, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Harry Potter, The Tick, ODAAT, X-Files; Agent Carter (someday I might post Dottie stuff. SOMEDAY), Haunting of Hill House (primarily Theo, who was also in LatF), Proven Innocent (I've been debating a PI/Deputy crossover since before Deputy started), Off The Map (by which I mean I want to steal Ryan and use her in the massive ODAAT/JTV verse), Fairyland (debating writing Mallow fic but the fandom's tiny), uh.... There's a lot. ><

Number of Fics: 75.

Fic I Spent The Most Time On: Uh. Probably Luisa and the Fox unless you're counting series, in which case it's the soulmate timer au. (It'll probably be the HP au once it gets posted.)

Fic I Spent The Least Time On: Probably the individual chapters of either the pick up lines or kiss/fall prompts fics. Some of those I literally write a few hours before posting. But don't ask me which chapters had less time than others because for the most part I probably won't remember.

Longest Fic: A Christmas at Longbourne (but it'll probably be the HP au when it gets posted, unless finishing If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now is longer than those individual fics) - 73,689 words.

Shortest Fic: The Diary of Cornelia Mills (which is horrible and unfinished and please no one go read that it's bad) - 203 words.

Most Hits: Lost Causes - 1836.

Most Kudos: Lost Causes - 149.

Most Comment Threads: Kiss/Fall Prompts - 28.

Most Bookmarks: Back to Lost Causes - 29.

Total Word Count: 502,299 (and that's only posted stuff. It's...not including anything of Epic Superhero Crossover or the HP au or a good chunk of soulmate timer au).

Favorite Fic I Wrote: Luisa and the Fox. Hands down. (HP au might get close, but it's not posted yet.)

Fic You Want to Rewrite/Expand On: ...uh. There's a lot in terms of expansion, so if I just stick to rewriting...probably Geronimo - restart it, anyway, because I started it before canon addressed some things that, ah, make that no longer canon compliant. ><

Share a Bit of a WIP or Story Idea You're Planning On:

...it's been long enough, time y'all get an excerpt from HP au. Unfortunately, I can't figure out how to read more on mobile, so I'll put it at the end after I tag some peeps.

ALSO IT IS A ROUGH DRAFT I HAVEN'T EVEN SECOND WRITTEN IT YET SO IT'S ROUGH.

Tagging: @only-freakin-sunflowers, @butimnotasexyrussian, @pulitzerpanther (BECAUSE YOU'RE FINALLY WRITING AND UPDATING AGAIN)

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Clara returned to the Slytherin dormitory under the cover of the fabric, still excited by how it seemed to make her completely invisible. She saw Draco returning and followed him through the entrance, almost running into him when she noticed that he had stopped just inside the door. Since she wasn’t much taller than him, she had to walk around him to see what he was seeing.

“What are you doing up?” Draco whined, even though he sounded like he was trying to be more macho.

Across from Draco was none other than Janet, standing just in front of one of the huge, leather chairs, her arms crossed across her chest. “I could ask you the same thing.” She stepped forward, her thick black boots making a clunking sound on the cobblestone floor. It was something she must have chosen last minute; she was wearing her long, grey nightgown – the one that didn’t fit quite right, with sleeves too long for her arms that she’d pushed back to show hands that seemed tiny in comparison to the huge gown itself – instead of her normal black school clothes or her robes. “It’s past curfew. How many points did you cost us?”

“I didn’t cost us anything.” Draco started forward, pushing past Janet, his hands clenched into fists.

But Janet touched his shoulder with one hand, and he froze. She didn’t smile; she didn’t even have to look at him. Her wand flicked once as she said something under her breath.

All of a sudden, Draco was on his back on the floor in front of her, a bright red mark marring his now bare left shoulder. There was a new rip across and through his black robes, and it ripped further as he bent up on his elbows and scooted away from her. His grey eyes widened. He flinched as Janet took another step forward. “I got detention!” he said under her withering stare.

“How many points, egghead?” Janet twisted her wand, and the red mark spread beneath his robes.

Draco squirmed. “Fifty!” He gritted his teeth together, probably trying not to scream. “Fifty points, I cost us fifty points, let me go!”

Janet flicked her wand again and lowered it to her side. All at once, Draco jumped up and sped away to the boys’ rooms, holding his hand against his shoulder. She didn’t watch him go, instead letting out a deep breath and collapsing back into the chair behind her. Her other hand reached out as though to touch something next to her, but when there was nothing, she looked back up, her dark eyes wild. “Cat?”

It was then that Clara felt something butt against her right leg, and she jumped. There was a soft meow below her. She looked down to see Cat the cat staring up at her with his one, great golden green eye. He leaned back on his back legs and tapped his one front paw on her leg. He didn’t meow at her again.

Clara looked up to see Janet staring at what must, to her, look like empty space in front of him. She bent down, lifted the fabric from her head (it had a hood like a cloak), and reached her hand out from behind the fabric to scratch just between his ears. “Hey, Cat,” she said, but she was afraid. If that was how Janet treated Draco, how was she going to react to her? Good thing Cat was between them. Janet wouldn’t hurt Cat.

But immediately, Janet was there, wrapping her hands around where Clara guessed she thought the rest of her body was and leaning forward against her. As soon as she found Clara’s shoulders, though, she shoved her backwards and glared at her. “Where were you?” She might have been speaking quietly, but there was a fierce intensity to her voice that, along with the memory of what had just happened to Draco, scared Clara.

“I didn’t lose us any points, and I didn’t get detention,” Clara said quickly, taking a deep breath, her eyes searching Janet’s. “So you don’t have to hex me. I didn’t—”

[aparticularbandit]

Tag game!

I was tagged by @everyrosehasithorn!

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!

Top 10 songs I can’t stop listening to:

Downton Abbey (Main Theme) - John Lunn

Hikaru Nara - Goose House (and the piano arrangement by Animenz)

Megalovania - Toby Fox

Holding Out for a Hero - Bonnie Tyler

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

Air (TV), Kanon (2006), Clannad After Story - Piano Medley - Animenz arrangement

Salva Nos - Yuki Kajiura

canta per me - Yuki Kajiura

and i’m home - Ai Nonaka and Eri Kitamura

Extra Terrestrial Biological Entities - Egoist

aka bandit is a nerd who puts instrumental and japanese music on repeat don’t judge me (and the downton abbey one is like. now because i didn’t realize it was good until like. recently).

Favorite color(s): pale/ice blue, lavender, silver, plum, black

Favorite ships:

Scarlet Queen - Will Scarlet / Anastasia - OUAT: Wonderland

Willow Rosenberg / Tara Maclay - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Tom & Trina Decker - Swingtown

Roisa - Rose Solano / Luisa Alver - JTV

Luisanna - Luisa Alver / Susanna Barnett

Rose Solano / Susanna Barnett

Rose / Luisa / Susanna

Rosalint - Rose Solano / Ms. Lint - JTV / The Tick crossover

MSR - Fox Mulder / Dana Scully - X-Files

Monica Reyes / Dana Scully

Kyomami - Kyoko Sakura / Mami Tomoe - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Mireille Bouquet / Chloe - Noir

Jessica Rabbit / Roger Rabbit - Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Jessica Rabbit / Dana Scully - WFRR / X-Files crossover

Jessica Rabbit / Regina Mills - WFRR / OUAT crossover

Lipstick or chapstick: Neither.  Not a huge make-up person, tbh.

Last Movie: Timeless series finale.  ;D

Currently Reading: Still stuck in HP7.  Got distracted by a fanmade Pokemon game and then marathoning Timeless, so.  Some fanfic!  But I don’t think that’s what you mean.  XD

Tagging: @andtherewerefireworks, @critical-windwaker, @awaybacktothen, @butimnotasexyrussian, @foxx-queen, @rcvelle, @weirddonutfreak, and @futhorns and @only-freakin-sunflowers (i know you two were already tagged but i want to see y’all’s, too)

[aparticularbandit]

Author Ask Game

tagged by: the wonderful @only-freakin-sunflowers who i don't get to tag below because has already done the fun thing.

author name: bandit! for my fanfic, i'm bandit. it's different on ff.net - slightly - but since i don't really post stuff there anymore, that's irrelevant. i'm also aparticularbandit on ao3.

fandoms you write for: right now, primarily jtv with a dash of the tick because i love miss lint. i sometimes pull in characters from other fandoms i've written with/for - typically hannibal, who framed roger rabbit, ouat - and i plan on pulling in characters from agent carter, supergirl, timeless, and the x-files for the upcoming epic superhero crossover series (i think it might be done like the soulmate timer au is now...sort of) and then plan to pull in hp and supergirl characters for the roisa hp au - like beyond other fandoms i normally pull characters from - but that's upcoming stuff and not current stuff.

where you post: ao3. haven't posted on ff.net recently, i don't think, and while i have posted something here (and sometimes have posted drabbles/one-shots for various rp characters on their blogs), i primarily post on ao3 now.

most popular one-shot:

by hits: lost causes

by kudos: lost causes

by comments: lost causes

by bookmarks: lost causes

i thought one of those would be different. oh well. but, yeah, lost causes far and away beats in all but the comments, where my multi-chapters have it beat.

--the kiss/fall prompts have it beat, too, but i consider that a multi-chapter anthology and not a one-shot.

most popular multi-chapter story:

by hits: jane: the real story

by kudos: A Christmas at Longbourne

by comments: luisa and the fox

by bookmarks: if you lived here, you'd be home now

favourite story you wrote: uh. um. i know I've been openly posting pretty frequently about how much i love luisa and the fox - linked above - and it's definitely a HUGE favorite of mine, especially recently - but, given that this is talking about all of my fanfic, there are others i want to mention that i particularly like and that otherwise probably wouldn't get brought up but are still definitely favorites.

grind is my favorite of my jtv one-shots - the closest to it is probably the trilogy of one-shots in it's love's illusions i recall; i really don't know love at all series but even then, grind is my favorite.

like lightning is my baby lint fic and i love my baby lint fic and i think it was actually really well-written and i just love that fic.

there are a bunch of fics that i wrote as gifts or prompts when i was more active in the rpc and a lot of them i think are good and am also really attached to:

body, body - frozen fic, prompted, also one of my top fics in terms of hits

On Christmas and Frenemies - hannibal fic, present for river, uses my will and her freddie

on aquariums and besties - crossover fic, present for river, uses my jessica rabbit and her dana scully

the mondays series - crossover fic, uses my jessica rabbit and jae's regina mills - and also henry and then also my friend willow's roger rabbit

this sinking boat - crossover fic, uses my jessica rabbit and river's dana scully

falling slowly - five times kissed prompt, uses my jessica rabbit and river's dana scully

the one you want, (not) the one you need - crossover fic, uses my jessica rabbit and jae's regina mills

points of remembrance - five times kissed prompt, uses my jessica rabbit and willow's roger rabbit

and then there's story of a girl, the noir fanfic i wrote that i still haven't published that i keep bringing up every now and again.

story you were nervous to post: parasite. i originally wrote it last november but was so worried about how the content would feel and how sensitive it might be that i left it alone until the second write for roisa week.

how do you pick your titles: uh. song lyrics or titles. references. something that seems to fit. sometimes they come with titles. it's not really an exact science. >.>

do you outline: for bigger projects, when i know they're bigger, yes. luisa and the fox had something like one in my head after a certain point, but mostly for my shorter stuff, not really. ACAL had a mental outline of what needed to happen in each chapter. mexican stud finally has an outline so that i remember what scenes are left and what chapters the scenes i have go in.

but mostly outlines are for multi-book projects or stuff that's so complicated it's hard to keep it straight with all of the details. the ouat/pmmm crossover i think had an outline; the pmmm how many timelines is it? fic definitely had one; and then the biggest outline i have for a current project is the one for the roisa hp au - which has a chapter-by-chapter outline for the first book, the beginnings of chapter-by-chapter outlines for books two and three, and then details of stuff that has to happen per book or that i might want to include per book for all seven books - including two possible endings and the results of each ending.

how many of your stories are complete: on ao3? 45.

in-progress: again, on ao3, 19.

coming soon: define soon. in terms of unposted projects, i'm hoping to have the first book of the roisa hp au up next year. i've been making more progress on mexican stud, but that one's complicated. luisa and the child, but that one's still...in progress in terms of what the plot wants to be. i have puzzle pieces that kind of fit together. there's a bunch of other stuff i've got waiting to be written or that i've been brainstorming, but of the unposted stuff, those are the primary projects.

oh, and if i can finish it, there's a Christmas fic i started last year that i hope to finish for y'all this year.

OH YEAH AND LOOK OUT FOR THE ROISA SECRET SANTA PROJECT.

mostly i want to focus on getting back to and finishing other projects i've started and not just starting a bunch of new ones.

do you accept prompts: yes, but understand that depending on the prompt it might take me a while to get the thing written - like the roisa as hannigram prompt which is still in progress in terms of brainstorming but isn't even remotely done yet and might be a while before i get to it. >.>

upcoming story you're the most excited for: roisa hp au, epic superhero crossover, and luisa and the child. the first two of those are really ambitious and really complicated so i hope i can pull them off. oh, and the unfinished Christmas project from last year, if i finish it on time. i was really excited for it last year, too, but it doesn't lend itself to word count easily.

tag five fanfic authors to answer these questions: @butimnotasexyrussian, @finehs, @pulitzerpanther, @to-hell-with-oblivion, and @andtherewerefireworks - WHO I KNOW GOT TAGGED ALREADY BUT TAG ME WHEN YOU DO THE THING SO I SEE IT YO.

[aparticularbandit]

you know, sometimes i think i post too much too fast. not just the clogging the tags thing, but like.  with fic.  because i’m posting something almost daily again, like i was back when i first started finding family, and that’s.  a lot of my content. i felt this with roisa stuff, too, because on ao3, it felt like...like i was overwhelming or crowding out or stuff like that.  it sounds stupid.  and that was when i was only posting once a week.

i almost want to do that again.  do a bunch of bulk writing and then just.  one chapter a week.  like i used to.  it’s been a little more than a year since i was doing that, because i remember i stopped when i got my vaccine, and then iami was sick, and then i just.  wasn’t writing.  and when i was, it was mostly that jtv/ouat crossover that i was writing just for me and wasn’t posting because i didn’t really care about other people reading it.  i did, eventually, end up posting some of it, but not all. and when i did the first roisa hp book, i spent almost a year writing and rewriting and editing and then just had it going for months of weekly updates, just that huge bulk so i could a lot more bulk written.  i would have stuff so in advance.  and that started back with carla, didn’t it?  i was alternating carla and...i think if you lived here, you’d be home now and then just realized that i could keep up weekly updates. and then there was that huge dry spell, of sorts, before finding family, and then i just wanted to post chapters as they were done, and it was pretty much daily there for a while, sometimes multiple times a day, just these updates, and it’s like.... i’m kind of addicted to it, probably, to be honest. sometimes, i feel like i have to get something done and posted.  not always.  but i used to feel that a lot, when i had the weekly schedule.  i had to have something.  so y’all would have something to read.  so i could keep my streak going. this isn’t about keeping a streak going. i just.  i go to post another agave thing and am surprised with how many chapters there are.  there are twelve of those now, you know?  and that’s not including the thing with claire’s campaign ad. i don’t think i’m clogging the tags.  that’s not what this is either.  i just. hm. i don’t know.

[aparticularbandit]

J, L, Y?

Fandom-Related Questions

J: Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr.

Uh.  Just one?  I think the primary clear non-biased by other influences fandom would be Gentleman Jack.  It was all over my dash and I didn’t even think Sophie was pretty BECAUSE I WAS DUMB I HAVE LEARNED THE ERROR OF MY WAYS but like...lesbians? that kind of overrode the Bandit is not a fan of historical period shows and I gave it a shot.  And fell in love.  Because it’s Gentleman Jack.  And I want to buy it.  And it was exactly what people said it was.  But yes.  That one.(Hannibal gets complicated by the rp community I was part of at the time - which is arguably still on Tumblr - and then JTV gets complicated by a tumblr friend telling me I should see it back when she was writing Petra...and then I didn’t until there was a bunch of Roisa stuff all over my dash.  So those both still count but there’s a lot of bits and pieces to them as opposed to Gentleman Jack which was purely hey, historical lesbians all over my dash, I should look into this.)

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

Hm.  Depends on fanartist vs. fanauthor.

If it’s fanartist, I’d ask for something from Luisa and the Fox.  I’d ask for fox!Rose with Luisa.  Because that’s adorable and cute and adorable and I love them?  Maybe that first kiss scene - Luisa with her hands in the fox’s fur and pressing a kiss to her forehead and the fox pressing her cold nose at that spot where Luisa’s jaw meets her neck - or the scene with baby!Luisa trying to catch the fox’s tail and the fox playing with her and them cuddling up together because that is probably the most adorable scene I’ve written and it still just gets me choked up because how cute sorry baby!Luisa and the fox is adorable and it’s one of the few things that stays adorable to me.  But?  Generally speaking, fanart of Luisa and the Fox would probably be my request.Fanauthor requests are harder because most of the ideas I have are ones I...would probably write myself, unless I thought it was outside of my personal writing strengths or I thought the other person would write it better (and even then, not necessarily, because my writing it would be a growth opportunity, so...yeah).  So then it’s like...which of my ideas would I want to abandon?...Moulin Rouge! Roisa.  Just because I did so much Moulin Rouge! like stuff with Jess and dealing with that general subject material that as much as I would like to maybe read something like that (Rose is Satine and Luisa is Christian, if you want to go the easy route, OR YOU CAN GO THE HARD ROUTE and have Luisa as Satine and Rose as Christian, which I think might be ooc unless you use Clara base for Christian, in which case it does kind of work - and in hard route, Emilio actually works better as Zigler and Rafael can be the Narcoleptic and Jane the asshole who tells ...why can’t I remember his name that Luisa is totally in love with Rose and said asshole can be...Allison is probably a better fit here than Juicy is but if you want to go for super creepy you could make it Elena and make it less about wanting Luisa and more about wanting the Moulin Rouge, which should really be the Marbella in this situation, etc. GO THE HARD ROUTE).--or someone take my mess of a fic of how many timelines is it for Puella Magi Madoka Magica and show point-by-point what Homura tries and how each of those little things have different effects on what happens in each timeline but also how they don’t really work - and actually, come to think of it, this one might be better split among a lot of writers, one for each timeline - that should really be a colab project.--or the Noir-Timeless fusion fic, but I actually want to write that one.So probably the Moulin Rouge! Roisa fic.

Bite the bullet and kill Luisa off.

Y: A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.

Define fandom you’re in.

The only fandom I feel like I’m actually active in is JTV at the moment, although I’ve been in other fandoms.  I think maybe the closest you’ll get from this is Hannibal - and while I plan to use Marlana in Falling and while I have written other ships in the rpc (and there’s that Roisa as Hannigram fusion fic I’ve been brainstorming off and on), when it comes to canon?  I don’t really actively ship ... well, okay, wait, there’s Jack and Bella.  Dangit.

Uh.

Hm.

HM.

This is hard.

I’m not really in a lot of fandoms.  Frozen had Elsanna (but not canon because ew incest no, but give me an au setting where they aren’t related and have at), OUAT is OUAT, Hannibal is covered above, WFRR is a REALLY BIG DEAL TO ME DON’T JUDGE ME (Bandit why do you keep putting Jess in stuff BECAUSE I LOVE HER OKAY), The X-Files is so ripe for shipping it’s not even funny, maybe Timeless?  I don’t like Lyatt because I don’t like Wyatt (I don’t dislike him; I just dislike love triangles) but then you have Riya and, UH.  Gentleman Jack definitely has shipping.  Noir has that...huge love triangle fic I wrote and haven’t posted that wasn’t about the love triangle but ugh.This is ending up being a lot of fandoms where I have ships instead of a fandom where I don’t.

Uh.

The Haunting of Hill House?  Maybe?  I don’t actively ship -- well, I crossover ship Theo with Susanna but only in the context of that one fic.Um.OH.  HARRY POTTER.  THOSE SHIPS EXIST BUT I DON’T ACTIVELY SHIP THEM AND DON’T ACTUALLY ACTIVELY REALLY CARE ABOUT THEM.  I may defend Severus Snape and his love of Lily Evans but I like it how it is in canon and idk if I’d say I ship it.  I don’t ship Lily with James, but while I can ship it from Snape’s side, I don’t have enough of a full story there to get me actively involved in--Ugh.  Maybe I ship that, too.

I don’t know.  This is hard.  It’s hard to say that there are fandoms where I don’t ship anything because my pool of actual active fandoms is small and I have a tendency to go with canon ships or ...what is the word not actively ship, like I do with Roisa and TNT and Kyomami but still kind of yeah, okay, I can see this and it works okay and just side ship it without actively shipping it, so it’s hard to find something that I don’t have any of that side shipping with because in most cases, there’s something that I just yeah, okay and go along with even though I’m not actively pursuing content or actually caring much about it.I don’t consider myself a shipper, but it’s hard to find a fandom where I don’t at least in some small part ship something, even if I don’t care much about the shipping aspect of things.

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So - since I'm now over 15k (and six chapters) into my self-indulgent fic, I figured I'd let y'all know what it is.

It's a JTV/OUAT crossover.