#my cat lucy is quite literally obsessed with me

[strwrs]

it's the best feeling ever to be a cat's chosen person

[performativezippers]

have you ever read the His Dark Materials series? if so, what daemons do you think the ncis hawaii team would have?

oh my goodness great question. (a) have been obsessed with His Dark Materials since i was approximately eight years old, and (b) let me think about this.

Jesse's I think would be a dog. Like a big, 70-80 pound mutt that might look a little intimidating but is really a big ole baby who sleeps in the bed and loves to cuddle. She could tear the shit out of someone though, and would, and does, if she needs to. She's often found napping in a pile with Jesse's kids and their daemons, and she's be the first to break the don't-touch-other-people rule if another member of the team is hurt.

Kai's, I'm thinking a bird. Maybe a small hawk or falcon. One that could enjoy soaring in the air when he's at sea, perch on his surfboard when he's waiting to catch a wave, chirps incessantly when hungry and then eats fastidiously--not a single entrail left behind--and then grooms Kai's hair in thanks. She's a surprisingly cuddly bird, and anyone who knows them very, very well knows that when Kai is upset, she'll open a wing for him to rest his head against her chest, or will climb into his lap to doze against him. She loves having her chest feathers scratched (by him ONLY) and she can come out of fucking nowhere to scratch, claw out the eyes, or knock bad guys out with stooping rakes or punches to defend Kai. She has a truly bloodthirsty shriek. She and Lucy have a great affinity for each other and she loves to tease Kai.

Ernie's is maybe a small lemur, some kind of small monkey with big eyes that's too smart for her own good. She's always getting into trouble, poking her round little head where it doesn't belong and bringing back all kinds of gossip and government secrets. Ernie, in comparison, is a paragon of restraint. She's a trickster, the kind of person who would text Lucy and Kate "from Ernie" to get them to end up a bar alone together and would have absolutely zero remorse for it. She's not super cuddly, but she does love sitting right in front of Ernie on his desk when he games or hacks, watching with her little jaw a little bit open.

Jane's is a raven. Enormous, smart as a whip, sarcastic. Independent but fiercely loyal, totally black sense of humor. He counterbalances all of Jane's ernest, caring mom energy with sarcastic gay uncle energy. He's a great scout with an eidetic memory—he can repeat full conversations between multiple people even weeks later. He likes to entertain Jane and her kids and the team by replaying conversations complete with eerily accurate impressions of each voice. He's a brilliant strategist and loves a good fight. His beak and talons are no joke, and he laughs whenever Kai's daemon acts like she's the better fighter between the two of them.

Lucy's is a panther. She's not as big as an animal panther, but she's still fucking big. She can fold herself up pretty small into a ball of cat, or keep her head ducked down so she looks smaller than she is, but piss her off or watch her stretch, and damn! That cat is fucking big. She's stealthy and quiet when she needs to be, but her comfortable, natural state is quite chatty. The joke is that people are like "oh tiny cop, has to rely on her big ass daemon to protect her" and Saffiyah is like "lol," literally yawns, lays down, and closes her eyes when Lucy's fighting. It's all a performance—she'd jump up and rip the leg off a human being if she needed to—but she knows exactly how much Lucy can handle and she doesn't so much as twitch her tail until it gets to that point. That's even scarier for the dudes Lucy's fighting, that the tiny lady is taking on these dudes AND their daemons, and her fucking apex predator is just napping nearby. It's totally psychological warfare, and Saffiyah fucking loves it. She's less cuddly than you'd think, only Ernie and later Kate really ever seeing the extent to which she curls around Lucy and offers soft, fluffy, wordless comfort.

Kate's is the only daemon not suited for combat. Hers is a ferret, a small one. He can curl into a ball that almost fits in one hand. He's often found in her pocket or purse, or, when she's alone, draped across her neck. He's very quiet, doesn't say much, and a hidden camera would see him often staring into Kate's eyes with overflowing love. Kate's emotional walls are always up, but not between her and him. He tries to give her everything she won't let the rest of the world give her. He's surprisingly opinionated and has meticulously high standards. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, but he's steady and warm to Kate. Most other people don't even see him—he's such a softness, so revealing of a part of Kate that she outwardly pretends doesn't exist, that Kate usually keeps him tucked away. He hates Cara, likes Jane, quietly giggles at Jesse and Kai's daemons, and he, in a way that's extremely out of character, absolutely loves Lucy. He doesn't let Lucy touch him for a long time, not until a few months after the grand gesture, but even before Cara ruins shit, he will sometimes curl up into a small ball of ferret on top of Saffiyah's back.

Bam Bam's is a snake.

[thefanficmonster]

Chaos Magnet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When Y/N get invited onto a stream with the gang by Jack (Sean) she’s not sure what to expect but it’s safe to say that such chaos is not something she could’ve ever imagined.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it really had me laughing and still had me be awe-struck by the adorableness of the idea. Sorry it’s been such a long time since you put in the request but I still hope you come across the fic and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Alright people, silence in the call for a moment!“ Jack calls out when the lobby’s counter has finally reached up to nine, leaving room for one more person who is yet to join, but apparently he doesn’t care much that he’ll probably have to repeat himself when the tenth person enters the call and lobby.

“Jack, you should know by now, the day there’s silence in this call is when some supernatural force murders all ten of our mics. It just won’t happen, deal with it.“ Charlie, who was having an ‘intense’ discussion with Toast up until Jack’s interruption, says sarcastically, chuckling ever so slightly, enough for it to be contagious and make me crack a smile as well.

“There won’t be silence, I’ll be talking. If only the rest of you would LET ME.“ Jack replies just as sarcastically, getting Charlie to let out an actual fit of laughter. When his chuckling subsides along with the rest of the chatter in the call, Jack finally gets to have the speech he mentioned, “Right, ok so here’s the deal folks: today we have a guest addition to the stream, curtesy of mine because I’m obsessed with her channel. As you might or might not have noticed, there’s one person missing from the lobby but she’s gonna be joining us any minute now. As I said, I’m a huge fan so you better not embarrass me or I swear I’m gonna kill you first when I get to be an impostor.”

I don’t know what the others are thinking - probably something similar as what I’m thinking though: Noted, embarrass Jack to the best of your ability. Trust me, getting him flustered in front of his YouTube idol is well worth the death in Among Us he’s threatening us with.

“Also keep in mind that she’s of a different kind, not of our breed if you will - she’s an ASMR YouTuber. Not those who eat in the mic just because they think it’d be pleasant for people to hear.“ Jack goes on to explain, the way he’s described this girl’s craft is quite intriguing, especially when you consider how confidently Jack expressed his distaste with ASMR in the past. He’s always claimed not to be a fan but here we are, I guess people really do change.

“Thank you for making it seem like I do more than just cut up soaps, Jack. I really appreciate it but don’t bump the bar up that high, people will be disappointed when they actually visit my channel.“ An unfamiliar voice appears in the call out of nowhere. Though, unfamiliar is not the adjective I should focus on when describing this girl’s voice. I’ll list a few more but even they won’t do it justice: pleasant, awing, mesmerizing, unbelievable, out-of-this-world...I really could keep going.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you don’t just cut up soap. You turn them into bath bombs too!“ Jack laughs, earning him a playful scoff from the newcomer. “Oh yeah, almost forgot - Everyone, this is Y/N, our ASMR artist.“

“Please, some ‘artist’ I am. The people in my comment section would disagree with that description.“ She giggles after kindly responding to each and every greeting the gang sends her way, myself included. “The word I’ve seen people use most when describing my channel is ‘cringey’ so....yeah.“ She laughs, a genuine laugh instead of the bitter one I was expecting to follow such words.

“That seems to be the cool kids’ favorite word, don’t dwell too much on it.“ Rae tells her reassuringly, “What’s important is what word would you use to describe your channel?“

Y/N hums, sounding as though she’s fallen in thought but that’s only one brief moment before she answers. Or begins to, at least, “Well, if I were to describe my channel with one word it’d be....BEEFY!”

That one out-of-context word, screamed out by such an angelic voice has me breaking down with overwhelming laughter collapsing all my ability to hold back.

“Out of all the words, you’d choose beefy?“ I somehow manage to ask between fits of laughter that render me breathless.

“She’s a vegetarian, I think, I don’t know why she’d choose that word.“ Jack too is laughing his butt off but has a significantly better grip on it, “Y/N, care to explain your peculiar choice?“

There’s a lot of shuffling and random noise on Y/N’s end before her reply finally comes, accompanied by a weak meow, “Sorry guys, that was a classic cat of Mr. Beef Stronganoff seeking attention by being chaotic.” She says through laughter, her words followed by another meow which was a lot more clear, seemingly closer to the mic, “He took down my mic, and he seems like he wants to do it again....BEEFY NO!”

For some reason, even with that explanation in mind, I can’t keep myself from laughing. Come to think of it, I think the explanation only makes it funnier.

“Ugh, darn it! I saved my mic but he ran across my keyboard and turned my webcam off how do I turn it back on?“ Her voice dies down for a few secs before it reemerges from her end, “Ok nevermind I got it. Now I can answer...what was the question again?“

Recovering from his laughing fit, Jack manages to repeat the question, “What word would you use to describe your channel?”

“Oh that! Right, ok. Um, I’d call it aesthetically pleasing and BEEFY NOT THE ROUTER CABLE YOU DUMMIE!“

She’s insane. Or her cat’s insane. I can’t tell. Maybe both. Either way, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found a soulmate in this literal stranger. It’s safe to say us chaos magnets like her and I, we don’t only attract chaos, but also chaotic individuals. I’m so glad she magnetized me to herself. Or was it the other way around? We may never know - mystery is in the nature of us chaos magnets, you know.

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[juviaafullbuster]

IN EVERY UNIVERSE

"JUVIAAAA"

He should have known. He should have seen it coming the moment he heard that blue cat call out her name. Of course nothing good would come from this. That stupid cat, exceed, whatever he is, was raised by Natsu after all.  But he didn't think much of it when he saw him flying towards Juvia, who was currently sitting with the other girls and landing in the middle of their table.

"Yes Happy?"

"Remember what I told you when we came back from Edolas?"

Happy was wiggling his tail excitedly, while trying to hold back from spilling the information immediately. After all, he lives for the drama. Juvia on the other hand was just looking at him, confusion written all over her face.

"Juvia isn't following.."

"You know, about the Juvia in Edolas and how the Gray there is obsessed with her.."

"Oh yes! Of course Juvia remembers that! The other Juvia is very lucky.."

"Yeah, and guess what? She got even luckier. Turns out they've got-"

"HAPPY!"

Gray had to stop him before he spilled too much. Why were they on the other side of the hall anyways? Juvia was always stuck to him whenever he came back from a mission. Why did she have to abandon him now of all times?

"What is it Gray? I'm busy delivering information."

"If you don't shut it that's the last information you'll ever deliver."

At that Happy visibly gulped. Gray was sure he was considering whether it was worth taking the risk. He probably still remembered the incident where Gray had declared him his enemy. Gray himself didn't remember much of what happened, just that it wasn't his proudest moment when he woke up half naked on an island surrounded by strangers. Now however, he was glad it had happened. At least that cat knew what he was dealing with and wouldn't dare to finish that sentence.

"Hey popsicle, are you threatening Happy?"

This just keeps getting better. Of course Natsu had to get involved as well. All he wanted was to enjoy being back home and spending some time with Juvia. And he wasn't doing either. Really, the last thing he needed was Natsu and his damn cat to ruin things for him.

"I don't threaten anyone unless necessary. So if you want to save him from trouble, tell your cat to back off."

"I'M AN EXCEED!"

"Like I care. Point is, shut up."

"HEY, DON'T TALK TO HAPPY LIKE THAT!"

"Stay out of it, flamebrain!"

"IF HAPPY IS INVOLVED, I'M INVOLVED."

"Whatever.."

He just needed to get to Juvia. There was no need to participate in the conversation with Natsu. Not that you could actually hold one. It would always end in a fight and if that idiot doesn't shut up soon, Gray was sure that this will be the case today as well. So he decided to be the bigger person and ignore Natsu, no matter how much he was provoked. However Natsu didn't get the message.

"What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're being weird lately. Happy noticed too, right Happy?"

"Aye!"

"I'm not being weird, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I think it's because he's jealous of you!"

"WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF NATSU?"

"He did tell me what happened.. is it because he has more woman than you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know, that snow woman. He had quite a lot on his side, you however just had-"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Like it wasn't bad enough that he was going to tell Juvia about their Edolas counterparts, she really didn't need to know about that whole woman in the depth of his heart thing.

"You're jealous of me?"

"Who's jealous of who?

"Gray is jealous of Natsu."

"Seriously?"

"NO!"

That's it. He's going to kill that cat. But first he'll have to deal with Natsu because he was costing him his nerves as well. So next thing he knew, they were throwing fists at each other until Erza forcefully stopped them.

"What is this about? Explain yourself before I pull out my sword."

"Grays being mean to Happy."

"That's because Happy is stupid! Probably got it from you.."

"SILENCE! Happy!"

"Yes?"

"Explain!"

"Well, Gray is being mean to me just because I wanted to tell Juvia about what we saw in Edolas. I don't see why he's so worked up over it, I mean I was just going to say that they're married."

"Who's married?"

"Gray and Juvia!"

Silence. The whole guild went silent. Well, except for Happys snickering. Gray could swear he felt his soul leave his body. He was certain he would never hear the end of it. After all, he could already feel the eyes on him.

"Gray and Juvia are married in Edolas?" It was Juvia who decided to break the awful silence. Happy nodded eagerly in response to her question.

More silence. Or as Gray would say, the calm before the storm.

"Is that true?" Juvia was looking at him with wide eyes. He knows her well enough by now to know exactly what was currently going on in her head. He could tell her imagination was going wild with wedding pictures. But she was clearly holding back from squealing, instead she kept staring at him, desperately waiting for an answer. Gray sighed.

"Yes.."

And then all hell broke loss. Mira was cornering him trying to find out as much as possible, while Cana kept adding her inappropriate comments. Elfman starting shouting something about marriage being manly, whatever that meant. By the time Gray had managed to escape from them Juvia was no longer in sight.

"Juvia?"

"She went outside, said she needed to cool down."  Lucy smirked proudly, making Gray fear her next sentence. "Good thing you're an ice wizard. Who else could cool her down?"

"Hilarious. I'm going outside."

"Of course you are."

Gray didn't bother reacting anymore. Instead he went to search for Juvia. The cold air outside hit him in the face. It wasn't until now that he realized how stuffy it was in there.

He distanced himself from the guild hall while keeping an eye out for his bluenette. He really had missed her during his mission and now that he was back, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. After all, he had finally acknowledged his feelings for her and after seeing their counterparts in Edolas and that vision he had been trapped in, it just made him long for her more.

Those feelings still freaked him out somehow. He wasn't aware that he was capable of feeling this much for someone. But Juvia had really broken down every single one of his walls. And he was really grateful for that. She was the one who kept pulling him back whenever he was close to the edge. She's his power to live, even though having admitted that so bluntly in front of her still got him all embarrassed. And her teasing didn't help one bit.

"Juvia!" He spotted her on a bench near the lake. She seemed lost in thought. When she heard his voice however, she immediately spun around.

"Graysama! Juvia is sorry for leaving so abruptly.."

"Don't worry about that. Are you okay?"

He sat down next to her. Usually he would leave a space between them, not wanting to give her any ideas. But things changed. And now here he was, sitting as close to her as possible, longing for her touch. Juvia smiled at him.

"Juvia is very happy that you're back."

"I'm happy to be back too. I.." He cleared his throat and looked away shyly. "I missed you."

"Juvia missed you too. Juvia was wondering whether you were doing alright, if you manged to stay dressed and whether the others bothered to pick up the clothes you discarded.." she kept talking but Gray was too focused on her beauty, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky having someone like her in his life.

"I want what they have as well." Gray had blurted out the thought before he could realize it.

"What who has?" Juvia questioned him. He could go back on his word, pretend he never said it. But what's the point? He was just making himself suffer by prolonging it. And he had promised her to be clear with his intentions once he got back, not that he got to finish that promise before he was swept back to Elentir. Point is, it was time for him to be honest.

"I want what Edolas Gray and Juvia have.."

"You want.. you want to marry Juvia!?"

"What? No!"

"No?"

This wasn't going the way he wanted it all. Gray sighed.

"One day."

"One day?"

"Yes, one day I'm going to marry you. But I think it's still a little early for that. To be fair, our counterparts in Edolas are older.."

Juvia just kept looking at him in disbelief. He couldn't blame her. It wasn't exactly his style to be so open and honest. They didn't start dating yet and he was already talking about marriage. Juvia had really impacted him..

"Listen. I want to be with you. Like Edo Gray is with Edo Juvia, like Fairy Nail Glen is with Fairy Nail Juvina.. I want Earthland Gray to be with Earthland Juvia as well."

"What's Fairy Nail? And who is Juvina?"

"That's a long story.. point is I want to be with you. I'm sorry I'm not as clear with my intentions as the other me. But that doesn't mean I want you less than he wants his Juvia.."

By this point Gray was a blushing mess. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, too afraid to see her reaction. He had literally just run her over with emotions.

"Graysama doesn't have to be sorry."

"Huh?"

"For not being as clear with his feelings. I feel in love with this version of Gray, the Earthland version. Juvia wouldn't change a thing about you."

Gray smiled at her. She was truly too perfect. How did she always know what to say? She seemed so calm and collected while he was literally trying his best not to freak out.

"And Juvia would like that very much as well. Earthland Gray and Earthland Juvia being together.." she was looking at Gray sweetly and he couldn't help the smile that took over his face.

"I promise to be the best version of myself for you."

"You already are."

They smiled at each other and Gray tucked behind the hair that had fallen into her face. He found himself leaning closer and he saw Juvia doing the same. He had just closed his eyes, just a little away from finally kissing her after thinking about it for so long, when a voice interrupted them, making them jump apart.

"Gray loves Juvia!"

"Quiet Happy!

"They are so cute together."

"About time he made a move."

How had he not seen them hiding behind that bush. He'll admit Lucy, Wendy and Charles were hidden pretty well, but Natsus pink hair and Happys blue fur were visible to everyone. And Erza hadn't even bothered hiding. He must have been too focused on the girl in front of him to notice. Said girl was now blushing furiously.

"I'm going to kick their asses.."

"Juvia thinks it's sweet that they're so supportive of you. You have a great team."

"How are they a great team? They literally interrupted a very important moment."

"Juvia knows.. but Juvia is very happy already."

"So you don't want me to kiss you?"

"Juvia didn't say that!"

He was truly enjoying teasing her. So much, he was able to ignore his friends presence. So instead of letting them ruin their moment, he leaned in and finally, after so long, kissed her. It took her a moment to react, but once she did, Gray felt like the luckiest person in the universe. He was never going to let her go.

"Juvia loves you very much."

"And I love Juvia very much."

He kissed her again, already addicted. His friends were cheering, probably happy that he finally made a move. He couldn't blame them, it took him long enough.

"All that because I told her about Edolas Gray and Juvias marriage. Imagine what she'll do when she hears about Greige.."

"Who's Greige?"

"HAPPY!"

♡♡♡

Here you have it, my contribution to Gruvia day! I hope you like it, let me know what you think :)

Also, I'm still fangirling over the drawing we got today. Maybe I'll write something about that too one day..

Anyways, happy Gruvia day! ♡

[khaleesiofalicante]

I started playing the game Obey Me, and it has thrown my perceptions of the demons way off.

Like Asmodeus (Asmo) in the game is the sin of lust and just like a flirty pretty boy who cares so much about his appearance. He'd also quite literally fuck anyone. A far cry from the Asmodeus in tmi.

All the demon Brothers are fun though, well, idk Belphegor much yet, but yeah. They don't all match up to the rulers in the tmi, but some do.

The oldest brother is Lucifer (Lucy), who is kinda like the tired mother of his brothers. He's the sin of Pride and the most powerful, also despite him being a LI no one can convince me he doesn't have a thing with Lord Diavolo, the man to be Demon King.

Next is Mammon, sin Greed. A tsundere who loves to make money, but hates working for it. He's kinda the punching bag of his brothers in that they all tease him for his intelligence.

There's Leviathan (Levi) who's sin is Envy and is an Otaku of the highest level. Literally is crazy obsessed with Mangas, video games, and books. He's also kinda a loner.

Satan is next, sin of wrath. Idk too much about him yet except that he's smart, likes to read and likes cats so, he's cool.

Asmodeus is the next one, but I did him

Beelzebub (Beel) is the sin of Gluttony and is always eating. Like constantly. But also he's a huge sweetheart who cares a lot for his family.

Belphegor is the 7th brother, sin Sloth, and he's a mystery where I am. All I know is in side content he sleeps a lot.

There's also other characters (who can be love interests) but these are the main ones and the ones that made me think of tmi and also like, some have direct comparisons too. It's just funny cause everytime I look at tsc now I'll think of them.

Okay but I remember someone sending me pics of Asmodeus from this and he looked *fist clench*

I have a little obsession with princes of hell so imma check it out ;)

Thank you!!!!

[my-fanfic-library]

Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [27]

Masterlist

Warning: gore ;)

~^*^~

Stalking down the hallway, Jack was in a fury. Trust Daniel to take advantage of a desperate situation. Turning the corner, Jack almost collided with a very familiar person.

“Hi Jacko!” She beamed.

“Don’t call me that.” Jack grumbled.

“Oh,” her eyes landed on Dracula, “hello again, you.” Immediately, her eyes glossed over. She was clearly trying to flirt.

“Hello again, Chelsea.” Dracula smiled, which faded when Jack glared sharply at him. He didn’t know what had happened but considering how badly Jack’s nostrils were flaring, it wasn’t good.

“I’m surprised to see you here. Considering the situation, I thought you’d broken up with [First].”

“They did.” Jack replied for Dracula, and Chelsea sent him a look as if to say ‘shut it!’

“Shame. Well, should you ever want another young adventure...”

“No thanks,” Dracula began, “I’m afraid I prefer my food a little less... handled.”

Her face immediately reddened and Jack had to admit that pride swelled in his chest. Dracula was slowly becoming a pro at comeback culture. Oh god, he wish he had a camera to take a picture of the shock and offence settling on Chelsea’s face because he knew that you of all people would have loved to see it. Thinking of you, he needed to hurry to the apartment.

Chelsea quickly composed herself to scowl at Dracula.

“You’re too old for me anyway, granddad.” Dracula chuckled at her words.

“Touched a nerve?” He teased with a low and soft voice.

“You wish.”

“You wish.”

“Alright!” Jack interjected nervously, “we need to go pick [First] up.”

As if on cue, the door halfway down the hallway burst open and a bag flew out, smashing against the wall and crashing to the floor. Following it, your voice, screaming all sorts of profanities. Okay, you were upset.

Dracula narrowed his eyes, pushing past the pair and making his way further down the hallway. Your voice was strangled and hoarse. Were you crying...?

A male’s voice came in, cutting off your own in an angry rant. Dracula did not know what had gone on, but nobody - nobody - made you cry. This green fuel coursing his body was unfamiliar. It was strange. He didn’t know why it burnt in the bottom of his chest, or why it was making his steps grow with each passing second. He just knew that he was about to grab this asshole speaking to you like you were nothing and throw him through a wall.

You stepped backwards, out of the door, still looking inside of the apartment. Your face was red with tears streaming down your face.

“Was this your plan all along?” You were trembling, “accept me into your life in my hour of desperation and just use me for a quick shag?!”

“We aren’t even dating! I don’t get why you’re so upset!”

“Because you- because you kept telling me how much you’d missed me! You kept begging me to give myself to you again! And I did and then- then- you bring that filth in! You fucked her like you fucked Lucy!”

So it was Daniel after all. Infamous Daniel who had shattered your heart. Dracula had to thank him in some respects. Had you not needed to flee to Whitby, you may have never met. Right now, Dracula couldn’t imagine waking up in the 21st century and not meeting you. How differently would it have gone? Would he still have had to kill Zoe? Would Jack even be here? Would Lucy have died?

Who knew? The only thing Dracula knew was the green seeping into his mind, and the red beginning to cloud his vision. Not a soul on this fucking planet was allowed to upset you.

“That’s- not fair.” Daniel’s voice softened.

“Is it not?!” You shrieked, “but you bringing that-!” You cut your self off with a noise of anger, running your hands through your scalp and tugging on the roots of your hair. You bit your lip, turning and freezing.

“Don’t let me halt you from finishing your sentence.” Dracula spoke, voice very soft. His eyes had also softened at the sight of you. You were at breaking point.

“Drac...?” your voice was so sweet, so hoarse. Dear god, you oozed sadness in every fibre of your being right now.

“Hello, darling.”

“Why did you bring him?” You were looking past him now, a furious gaze at Jack.

“I thought maybe you’d like to-“ Jack began.

“You thought wrong. You-“ you turned back to the apartment, pointing at the male who was still inside. Dracula had not seen him in person yet, “you can fucking rot in hell. If I ever see you again, I swear to god I will literally tear your voice box out of your throat.”

“[First]-“ Dracula began, but he was the next one to receive your anger.

“Don’t you even start. If you had just controlled yourself for once-! If you had just a tiny,” you motioned with your fingers, “tiny ounce of self control and left Renfield alone, this wouldn’t have happened!” You were in a rage, “I really don’t want to see you right now.”

Ouch.

“You’re being a right bitch, you know that?” Daniel’s voice came from the apartment and you flew into a fury. You turned, the bag that had fallen to the floor was in your hand and you launched it at him.

“Shut the fuck up, manwhore!”

“Um, ow?”

~^*^~

The guest bedroom at your parents’ house felt weird. You refused to sleep in your own bedroom, though.

In all honesty, you didn’t really know why you were angry at Dracula. You were just being... difficult. You were, of course, fully blaming him for turning Renfield, but how was anyone to know that Renfield would suddenly become obsessed with hunting you down? All of you knew that Dracula wouldn’t have turned him if this was the outcome. He probably would have fired him on the spot, had he known.

How had it gotten like this?

You wondered what Dracula was doing right now. After your outburst, he was either on his way to kill you himself in a possessive outburst of his own, or he was going to leave you and let Renfield find you. There was no way that he would possibly stand up for you now.

Oh, how wrong could you possibly have been...

A new box was sitting in the place of the old one - the centre of the room that usually remained locked. It was rocking violently. Dracula tutted. What a shame. He didn’t have any time to waste with his newest addition. Oh, no, he had somewhere very important to be. Anger had been bubbling in his chest all day. He looked quite disheveled, his usually neat white shirt untucked, the first few buttons undone, the sleeves lazily rolled up.

The drive to his destination was slow and bothersome. Rush hour traffic - especially in London - was a force to be reckoned with. Even against a vampire. But Dracula didn’t feel like making a magical entrance. He wanted to make sure he was understood, that his point would come across.

Too long, he had been bothered by this whole ordeal. Too long, the pain had been felt.

He was going to put a stop to it.

He remembered the way easily, slamming his car door and stalking forwards. This was going to be so fun. He smirked.

And then, he was at the door. He knocked.

“Who is it?” The voice called.

“Open the door and find out.” Dracula called back.

He heard a sound. Then silence. Perhaps he was expected to leave if the door didn’t open for him. He rolled his head, readying himself. Limber up. He was technically an OAP, after all. He’d need to ready his body.

Silence.

He stepped back, and then the sound, like an explosion as with all the force he had, he kicked the door in. It flew open, smashing against the wall, the handle lodging itself into the wall. Standing on the other side of the room, almost cowering, the being that made a snarl come from Dracula’s mouth. Undeath wouldn’t do. Utter destruction. That would be the only way.

“Hello, Daniel. We haven’t met. I’m Dracula.” He grinned, a demented kind of grin. The kind you’d associate with a murderer.

“You-...” how could he say anything?

“Cat got your tongue?”

“What are you doing here?”

Dracula took a good look at him. 5’7”, 8” at a push. He wasn’t very muscular, he’d be easy to overpower. He was trying his hardest to look intimidating, but Dracula, who just stood there, doing nothing at all, was clearly the alpha here.

“Well, you see, I just couldn’t stop thinking about the way you treated [First] today,” Dracula began, “or the last time you were with her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Boy, he couldn’t hide the terror in his voice no matter how hard he tried.

“You treat women like they’re nothing. You treat them like toys to be disposed of once you’ve had enough. [First], Lucy, Chelsea, goodness knows how many more...” Dracula turned, and Daniel watched as he plucked the door from the wall as if it were merely a dart, and shut it softly behind him. He closed in, towering above the younger, “you hurt her. You have no respect for her. I can’t let you get away with that.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Daniel whispered.

“I’m crazy...?” Dracula amused, pulled up an eyebrow, “you dared to hurt the only thing a vampire cares about.”

“...vampire...? Now I know you’re batshit.”

“Actually, just bat.”

His eyes darkened. His lips curled. He was overcome with the anger, the jealousy, the sheer... whatever the fuck it was. It was all in his chest and the urge to just dive into ruining the pathetic man before him swallowed him whole.

The screams that filled the room would never have been able to truly disclose what occurred in that room. Limb from limb, Dracula tore Daniel apart, taking his sweet time. Starting with each of his fingers, moving to his toes. He wanted the pain to last as long as possible. Blood was already soaking the carpet, Daniel’s body shaking violently with the shock. Using his nails, Dracula ripped his skin to ribbons, creating such a mess of his form. The blood... for the first time, Dracula knew that it wasn’t worth tasting. He didn’t need to inherit any part of the filth that he was slowly picking apart. Instead, he let it colour the carpet crimson. Occasionally, ripping off a digit, a jet of red would spurt out, splashing the wall.

The screams that ripped through Daniel’s throat concealed the sound of flesh and skin and bone tearing away from each other as Dracula tore his left arm away.

“Never again will you wrap your arms around my [First].”

Daniel was close to fainting. No longer bearing toes or fingers or an arm. He was bleeding profusely. The pain throbbed through his whole body. It was so intense that every other sense was drowning away.

Next came his other arm, torn off wth just as much vigour and he collapsed to his knees, sobbing.

“I don’t think so.”

Digging his hands into the blond locks, Dracula pulled him back up to his feet. His nails cut into the skin, blood flowing over his fingers. How he was able to withstand the stench of the blood, he didn’t know.

“Stay there.”

Dracula stood back to admire his work. Blood was seeping down Daniel’s face, mixing with his tears, dripping from his chin. Where his arms should have been, blood was pouring, too. The white of the bones where his arms should have connected poked out, flesh rugged and torn. Mangled strands of muscle flailed as the body shook with the terror, the shock, the sobs, the screams of utter agony. He was finding it hard to stand with the lack of his toes, each little space where the toe should be losing blood by the second, the whites of the bones also showing.

Dracula snarled, moving forwards once more. Daniel recoiled, but Dracula reached out to grab his nose. A disgusting crack filled the room, followed by a high-pitched, pain filled scream. Dracula twisted, feeling the cartilage crack and bend to his will. He pulled. A long strand of skin, from the bridge of his nose to the top of his hairline came off with the cartilage. Blood erupted from the gaping hole in his face and his eyes rolled back. He collapsed to the ground.

But, he was still conscious.

Dracula took his time dismembering the rest of his body, and then sat for a while, picking the flesh off of the bone, as if bored. He was slumped against the radiator, which was hot against his back. His raven locks were dripping crimson, specks of the same colour on his face. The white shirt was stained a deep red all over and he knew that the moment he left this room, he’d cause uproar.

The room was beginning to really stink of blood and there were chunks of flesh everywhere, over every piece of furniture, the walls, the ceiling. The only thing still intact was his head, resting on the sofa, nose and ears gone, blood oozing from the bottom. Dracula had really made a mess.

His eyes snapped open.

What had he just done...?

What would you say when you found out?

~^*^~

If the fire in the middle of the room wasn’t a cause for concern, the naked vampire standing next to it definitely was.

“Jesus!” Jack cried out, covering his eyes with his hand, “did you suddenly forget that nudism isn’t exactly accepted in the 21st century?”

“Actually, I just had to do a little airing out with some of my clothes.” Dracula explained.

“Is that why you’re having a bonfire in the middle of the apartment?”

“Something like that.” Dracula turned away from Jack, who refused to uncover his eyes.

It was late, and he had simply come to tell Dracula that you were safely dropped off. He wanted to go home almost straight away, but something about the scene he had just walked into made him have a feeling that something wasn’t right.

“Why...?”

“I just told you-“

“No, why are you burning those clothes...? What did you do to them...?”

“I will tell you, Jack, but, you must promise not to fall out with me.” Dracula turned back to him and Jack uncovered his eyes, but held out his hand to block Dracula’s... well, you know, from his vision. The look of disgust was evident on his face.

“Dracula, what did you do?”

“I killed Daniel.”

Jack froze up in shock. Dracula had gone to Daniel’s apartment? Oh god, what was he going to tell you? Was Dracula out of his mind or was he just driven by stupidity? Of course, you were currently in a place of hating Daniel, but for him to be killed by Dracula...

“Again, why...?” Jack asked warily.

“Because he hurt [First].”

“You’re crazy.” Jack whispered.

“Funny, that was one of Daniel’s last words.”

“She won’t forgive you.” Jack stated, stepping backwards towards the door.

“...I know.”

“I’m gonna-“

“Don’t tell her.”

“I have to, Dracula.”

Before he could make it to the door, Dracula had gotten ahold of him, and pinned him against the wall by his neck. The look in his eyes was deranged.

“Don’t.” Dracula growled.

But it didn’t matter if Jack told you or not, because your mother had just received a phone call, and was rushing up the stairs in tears to break some very bad news to you.

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My top 15 love interests for romantic incarnations of Dracula (No, they’re not all Mina)

If I was to do a list of favorite love interests for Dracula it would be...

Keep reading for a full list...

16. Bonus:  Lydia from Dark Prince: the true Story of Dracula.

 I list this one here because she’s technically an historic figure and the rest are fictional so I am not sure if she should count or not.  The historic Dracula’s first wife’s name has been lost to history even though the river tributary under Poenari Castle was named for her.   The film Dark Prince: The true Story of Dracula starring Ruldolf Martin names her Lydia. 

Though this film is mostly historic the ending implies that the two are both vampires and walking together through eternity.  

Vladislaus Drakuyla AKA Vlad III of Wallachia, AKA Vlad Tepes (The Impaler)’s first wife died by suicide and the film hinted that this might have been enough to enable her to come back as a vampire.   

Right before Vlad’s assassination in 1776 or early 1777 (at age forty-five or forty six) in the movie we hear her voice, which suggests she’s either waiting for him or has set into motion turning him into a vampire to be with her.

15. Sir Integra Hellsing from the Hellsing.

In the manga and anime Hellsing (and Hellsing Ultimate OVA), instead of having been destroyed by Doctor Abraham Van Helsing after the events of the Dracula novel, Dracula was instead captured and through arcane means bound to serve the Van Helsing bloodline for eternity.  The family founded the Hellsing organization for fighting monstrous threats.  Dracula took on the name Alucard (his own name spelt backward) and may have gone slightly crazy...

He became fiercely loyal to Integra Hellsing, the most recent descendant of Abraham van Helsing to become his Master.   It is a very strange relationship to say the least...

14.   Xander Harris from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

In Buffy The Vampire Slayer season 5 we have Buffy encounter Dracula for the very first time.  Here he is played by Rudolf Martin, the same actor who played Dracula in Dark Prince: The True Story of Dracula.  In the episode Dracula takes Xander to be his Renfield-like henchman.   At the end of the story Xander is free from Dracula’s spell however the story of their relationship is not over yet.

According to the Buffy: The Vampire Slayer season 8 comics Xander and Dracula have formed an unusual relationship.  Xander taught Dracula about modern fun and pleasures and Dracula became more and more protective of Xander.  When Buffy came and retrieved Xander (again) from Dracula, this time Dracula fell into a deep depression.  Refusing to feed or take care of himself Dracula’s hair and claws grew and he deteriorated into his elderly form.   When he found out that Xander was coming to pay him a visit, he hastily made himself presentable and de-aged to a more attractive / youthful appearance.   

Now the two bicker like long time lovers.   I ship it.

Oh, and Xander still calls him master, despite himself.

Further note on this one: Dracula is actually smart for NOT getting a smartphone.  All cellphones can be traced via GPS.   Do you really want a tracking device in your pocket while hunting human prey?   You just made Blade and Buffy’s jobs a little too easy there.  A practical vampire would not carry such a device while hunting.  

Unfortunately this comic retconned a few important aspects of the TV show version of Dracula and even claimed he doesn’t actually conjure storms, but senses them coming (contradicting the beach scene from the Buffy vs. Dracula episode.)  I wish people would stop de-powering Dracula.  

13.    Jonathan Harker (Multiple versions):   

Dario Argento said that his version of Dracula was attracted to Jonathan Harker.   And in Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula The Musical (Particularly the German production called Dracula das Musical) the scene “Fresh Blood” (Blut) is very errotic.

Fresh Blood (Blut) now featured Jonathan Harker being tied to a bed and his shirt removed as he’s fed upon by Dracula.  But first by Dracula’s brides and grooms of the castle.

Also one of the lyrics in the English language version of the song indicates he wants Jonathan AND Mina as his and plans to make them both vampires.   Thus reaffirming the polyamorous version of Dracula.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slZps47LgKQ

Dracula gets particularly “grabby” with him during his de-aging sequence.

The relationship is pretty one sided...

12.  Renfield (multiple versions).

   The German production of Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula the musical (Dracula das Musical) has Dracula with brides and grooms as opposed to just brides.  Despite this change toward bi or panasexuality, this particular relationship is very one sided.   

Renfield is very much in love with Dracula in many depictions of the character.   This mad man is obsessed with “The Master” and in the Frank Wildhorn Dracula musical he sings a song about how much he loves The Master and how wonderful he is.  The reprise version looks as if Dracula is about to kiss him as they sing a slowed duet version of the refrain but this is where Dracula, instead, snaps his neck.   

Here is the English language version of The Master’s song (Not the slowed reprise duet.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-v1O-asrHg 

There is a deleted scene from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) where Renfield laments that he has lost Dracula “to the pretty woman.”   

In Love at First bite, and some other films Dracula actually does give Renfield immortality however.  I suspect the Love at First Bite version is a half-vampire since he can go in the sun (this version of Dracula burns in daylight) and he still needs glasses for his nearsightedness but he has apparently worked for Dracula for at least a century so he was clearly granted immortality even if he can’t turn into a bat or hypnotize.   

11.    Carmilla Karnstein from The Batman vs. Dracula.  

 Carmilla is an odd one because in her original novel she’s portrayed as a lesbian.  She is a vampire whose novel predates Dracula’s own novel.  Her prey of choice are young virginal women.  And she can turn into a large grey or black cat.   She is powerful and independant and in The Batman vs. Dracula she somehow ended up Dracula’s wife.  So I will assume this version is bisexual and they’re probably polyamorous and not at all monogamous. 

The version of Dracula in Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books, and the 1979 Dracula movie starring Frank Langella are also polyamorous though he claims Mina (Lucy in the 1979 film) is above the others.  Poly-Romantic / Pan-Romantic / and Demi seem to be recurring traits for romantic versions of Dracula.  

 Dracula spends part of The Batman vs. Dracula trying to bring Carmilla back from the dead, using the very life essence and soul of VickI Vale to fuel the spell.  Unfortunately things don’t quite go as planned.

10. Dracula’s mysterious male lover from Marvel comics, Avengers issue 016 (2019).  

Marvel’s Dracula has been confirmed as having had male and female lovers.  This is not the only bisexual or panasexual Dracula in pop culture.  The German production of the Frank Wildhorn Dracula the Musical (Dracula das Musical) gives him brides and grooms in his castle, Dario Argento has said his version of Dracula is bisexual, and Marvel has now confirmed that their version of Dracula has had male and female lovers.      

I don’t know much about this pretty elfish, semi-androgynous character.  Identified as a male vampire lover of Dracula’s from Marvel’s War of the Vampires storyline, Dracula wept blood tears when this unnamed character was killed.  And he (the lover) was clearly willing to die for Dracula.  So this spot is for you, you poor, unnamed elfish male vampire lover! 

I don’t know his name so I am going to call him Samuel.  And in my mind he was the pretty castle librarian whom Dracula became infatuated with.  There.  Headcanon achieved.  

Further note: Usually if you make Dracula cry, it means he’ll take brutal and violent revenge. This is a universal truth with all versions of Dacula.  Never make him cry.  

I would put him at a MUCH better spot on this list but he doesn’t get a lot of time in the comic and we don’t know much about him.   If we only knew more about him he would have a far better spot on this list.  Look how adorable and tragic he is!  He could easily be one of my favorites but all we know is that his death brought Dracula to tears and that yes, they were lovers.  I seriously considered moving this one up the list but I’m bias for this sweet, androgynous, vampire-boy.

Seriously, I want to know this guy’s story.  Dracula cries for him!  In front of his enemies, he weeps for him!   Give us this story, Marvel!   Who is he???

 9.     Amy Peterson from Fright Night (original 1985 version). 

This one is a bit dubious because the vampire is Jerry Dandridge but the 1985 novelization of the film suggested that Jerry is actually count Dracula.   Fright Night played with popular vampire tropes and a few were homages to the 1960s soap opera, Dark Shadows.  In Dark Shadows the vampire, Barnabas Collins, discovered that the young waitress (and later governess) Maggie Evans, was the uncanny look-a-like of his lost love, Josette.  Because of the physical similarity he was convinced she was the reincarnation of his lost love even though with reincarnations you could literally end up looking like anyone or even being another gender after reincarnation.  Barnabas had a painting of Josette that showed the physical similarity.   

In Fright Night Jerry Dandridge meets Amy and becomes obsessed when he realizes how much she resembles a woman he, too, has lost and is pining for.   When Jerry is finally destroyed by the has-been horror actor turned real vampire hunter, Peter Vincent, and also by Amy’s boyfriend, Charley Brewster, his last words are crying out for Amy.   

Though this relationship is very one sided and Amy is clearly under age, when you’re a teenager (as I was) we can’t help but find ourselves fantasizing about being Amy in Jerry’s arms during the nightclub dance scene or the “Come to Me” scene.  Because of problematic aspects of this relationship and because Jerry was never officially revealed as being Dracula in the film, that’s why this is at spot number 8.

The Jerry Dandridge / Dracula character is apparently in a polyamorous relationship as he has a live-in (apparent boyfriend) Billy Cole.  Billy does not exist in the 2011. Fright Night remake, which removed all romantic aspects of the character.   

8.     Evan Barrington-Cabot from the Graphic novel Series Dracula: The Company of Monsters.

In Dracula: The Company of Monsters graphic novel (published in 2011) an evil corporate executive known as Conrad orchestrates raising Dracula from the dead in the hope of using and exploiting him. Conrad’s nephew, Evan comes to understand and respect Dracula and Dracula’s code of honor.  The two respect each other. And like with most stories where Dracula falls in love with the protagonist he decides to stalk him and declare him his.

   When Dracula takes his revenge on his captors, Evan is the only one that he spares.   

He even watches the young man sleep, the way Dracula is often depicted doing to female love interests.  And he makes it very clear he plans on making him a vampire down the line.

This relationship is kept somewhat ambiguous otherwise I might consider putting it at a better spot on the list. 

7.    Ericka Van Helsing from Hotel Transylvania 3.  

 A direct descendant of Abraham Van Helsing (the famous monster hunter) Ericka has a cruise ship for monsters with the sole purpose of luring Count Dracula, whom falls in love with her.  He “Zings.”  Monsters supposedly can only zing once so there is a fan theory that she is the reincarnation of Mavis’ mother.  This is likely true since reincarnation or look-a-like of a first love (or both) is a popular trope in vampire fiction started by Dan Curtis for his TV show Dark Shadows and later carried over into his Dracula movie starring Jack Palance.  

Ericka ultimately realizes she loves Dracula too and the cruise ship captain and hotel owner end up together. Dracula proposes to her at the end of the film and she says yes.   

Also though Dracula is several hundred years old in Hotel Transylvania he is physically in his forties, I suspect Ericka (as a mortal) is biologically older than him, which is a clever touch since Dracula is usually going after young girls in pop culture.  It’s good to see him with an older (well, in appearance) woman.  (”When you’re six hundred years old there’s no such thing as a cougar.” - The Emo Vampire Song.)    Hotel Transylvania 3 is actually my favorite of the franchise and is a sweet film.   

6.  Cindy from Love at First bite.   

Love at First Bite is a comedy from 1979.  Think of Coming to America meets Splash in that a supernatural character, a proverbial fish-out-of-water comes to New York looking for love. 

Dracula believes Cindy to be the reincarnation Mina (“But I lost her in that damn London Fog!”).  He knows her from magazine pictures and interviews and after communists drive him out of his castle he moves to New York where he plans to seduce her.  This consists of licking her ankles while in dog-form, telling her that she is more than merely her appearance, that he understands her and her anxieties.  And dancing to “I love the Night Life”.   The two ultimately fall in love and knowing the truth about Dracula, Cindy opts to spend eternity with him as his vampire queen.  The ending has them fly off together, in bat form, to Jamaica.

5.   Lucy from Dracula (1979). 

  In the 1979 version of Dracula, Frank Langella plays Count Dracula.  Though technically a remake and based on the same play the Bela Lugosi Dracula was based on, there are some distinct changes.  For starters in this version the character we mostly know as Mina in most adaptations is named Lucy and the Lucy character is named Mina.  The names are swapped.   

Not only that but in this version it’s Dracula who is initially seduced.  Though engaged to Jonathan Harker in Edwardian England (set roughly twenty years after most versions of Dracula, which are usually set in 1891) Dracula arrives for dinner at the home of his new neighbors.  Here he offers to hypnotize the sickly Mina to relieve her of a headache (that he very likely induced). Lucy protests, showing her dislike and distrust of such methods and the manipulation of the will of others.  This bold reaction delights Dracula as he is not used to conflict from women.

The next step in the possibly-accidental seduction of Dracula comes when Lucy turns on a phonograph record player and asks him to dance with her, improperly, right in front of her fiance.  

And later after some tragedies, when the rest of the household is unable to uphold an invitation to Dracula’s house for supper, Lucy goes alone.  

I like this one because in this one it’s mostly Dacula who gets seduced.  Lucy wants him and she gets him.  She knows what she’s doing.  Also Dracula isn’t a whining, brooding, emo vampire.  He is lonely but he LIKES what he is. He’s proud of what he is.  He’s fierce and predatory and has all of his traditional powers, including being able to turn into a bat, and wolf, and conjure storms.   So few adaptations remember the wolf form these days.

This was the first truly empowered version of the Mina character (though named Lucy).   And she is not some look-a-like or reincarnation of a previous love.  No.  He simply falls in love with her for who she is. 

It is very likely this version of Dracula is demi (falling in love with personality before any physical attraction) which is also true of the Castlevania version of Dracula and the version in Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books.

Also based on the last dialogue from Dracula to Lucy (that he would return to her once they stopped hunting him) I choose to believe he faked his death in this version, especially by the wolf howl at the very end and the cryptic smile on Lucy’s face before the end credits.   Long live The Count and Lucy!

4.  Mina from Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books.

Very similar to Lucy in the 1979 Dracula starring Frank Langella, this is a romantic interest where Dracula sees the person as his equal.    

This Mina is not the reincarnation of a lost love, nor does she resemble a lost love.  When we first see this version of Mina it’s in the novel The Dracula Tape (retelling of Dracula from Dracula’s point of view.)  Dracula shows up at her door to deceive her and try to manipulate her into getting the heroes to leave him be but she doesn’t fall for it. And she wrings the truth out of him.   She’s clever and also manipulative and the two become lovers. 

And in the contemporary world of the later books, though Dracula is having affairs with Mina’s own descendants (It’s a bit weird, I know but at least he’s honest about it.)  he still seeks her for comfort and guidance.  And constantly refers to her as his greatest love.   It’s creepy yet sweet.  

In this continuity he fakes his death at the end of the Dracula Tape.  And when Mina finally dies of apparent old age she comes back as a vampire because his blood is in her system.  As his kind of vampire can change their age based on how heavily they feed, she (like Dracula) can look any age she chooses. (Dracula usually looks roughly forty-five-years-old since that’s about the age he was when he died in his mortal life but sometimes he deliberately abstains from feeding to look older or even elderly.)   

And with Mina to guide him, Dracula becomes the protector (and casual seducer...) of her mortal descendants. 

    Mostly the relationship and personality (as well as powers) are very similar to that of the 1979 Dracula film starring Frank Langella. 

Another reason I like this version of Dracula is the cause of how he became a vampire is sort of ambiguous.   He dies as the historic figure dies but in the Fred Saberhagen novel “A Matter of taste” (Book six of his Dracula novels) it’s revealed that loyalists stole his body and severed head and left a look-a-like in his place.  

They prepared him for burial where candles kept going out and the wounds started to heal (including his head apparently re-attaching itself) so they hastily buried him.   He rose as a vampire and insisted that it was a “transition of will” that he refused to die.   In other words he has no idea how or why he came back as a vampire. 

 Considering most vampires in the Fred Saberhagen Dracula novels are created by a mortal drinking the blood of a vampire, after having been fed on, this made Dracula very unique and mysterious.   I really like this origin.  It’s my favorite origin for Dracula since it explains nothing while explaining everything.

 It’s a lot better than someone renouncing God and drinking blood from a stone cross...    

This one could easily be my favorite female love interest for Dracula, tied with the one I have listed for number 1 but I put two others between this and the number one spot because of their significance to pop culture and my love of some musicals.  

3.  Mina from Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula the Musical.

This is essentially the musical adaptation of the 1992 Bram Stoker’s Dracula movie. The biggest difference is there is no mention of Dracula’s mortal life’s wife and no suggestion that Mina resembles (or is the reincarnation of) an old love. The only problem is there is little explanation given as to why he falls in love with her other than that he seemed to have a mysterious psychic link with her all along.  

Still, the songs are beautiful and the relationship is sweet and this version of Mina is very likable.

 2.   Mina from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992 film):

Before I proceed with this one, yes.  Yes, I know Dracula and Mina are not actually lovers in the original Dracula novel.  I know that when he makes her drink his blood in the novel that it’s more of a rape.  But this version plays with the love story Dan Curtis created for his Barnabas Collins and later carried over into Dracula.    

Dracula is seeking the reincarnation of his deceased mortal-life wife.   And not only was he lucky enough to find her in a look-a-like body but she’s also the age the first wife was when she died (by total coincidence!).   At first it seems like he just thinks she looks like his dead wife and he can seduce her but he seems shocked when she starts to actually remember details of his home. (watch his expression as she starts to talk about his homeland.  He’s genuinely surprised).  

The two begin a consensual love affair that sadly ends with Mina putting him out of his misery.   

A least it’s implied he was forgiven and got to go to Heaven despite the things he had done (Much like in Stoker’s original novel.  No, really, that’s in there.)

I like the Frank Wildhorn musical adaptation of this version of Dracula slightly better than the original non-musical movie because in the musical you don’t get the weird bleeding cross / renouncing God origin for Dracula’s vampirism.   and 2.  Mina doesn’t seem to be anyone’s reincarnation or look-a-like.  They’re just in love (Even though yes, I know that is not in Bram Stoker’s novel.)  But I do have a soft spot for this one because most of it does follow the novel and the musical probably would not exist if not for this movie.   

1.    Lisa Țepeș from Castlevania.

Lisa fast became one of my favorite love interests for Dracula.  She went to Dracula’s castle seeking knowledge and bravely stood up to the antisocial vampire.

Much like Lucy from the 1979 Dracula film she talked back to him.  She was bold and brave.   She wanted to learn and she wanted the ability to save lives and damn it, she would risk her own life to do it.  Dracula fell in love with this personality almost instantly.   It was her personality, not her physical beauty that he became infatuated with.    

And they were both happily nerdy together.   She humanized Dracula and reminded him that there is good in the world.   Dracula married her and the two had a son together.  

For her sake he learned to trust and love. But it was for that love that he was driven to madness by her death...

Lisa was only forty-five-years-old when she was burned at the stake as a witch while simply trying to help people as a medical doctor.  

This version of Dracula was a good man deep inside but pushed to madness and governed by his vampiric instincts he couldn’t bear to be without her.  And when she was murdered he blamed almost all of humanity (save for a select few) for it.    

  And so Dracula began a subconscious quest to be destroyed by going through the motions of wanting to destroy the world. This is not the only plot where Dracula plans to destroy the world and the protagonist catches on that it’s an elaborate and “world’s longest suicide note”.  This was also done in the Hammer horror film The Satanic Rites of Dracula.   But here it was for heartbreak of a deeply lonely man.   

[justanotherboyinblue]

weird asks that say a lot

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? coffee mugs! it gives me a weird satisfaction

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate bars!!

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? not a big fan of either :/

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? well i’m homeschooled so that’d be my mother the gist of it was that i don’t focus well and get distracted easily

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? oh bottles for sure cannot tell you why but the old fashioned glass bottles of like pepsi or something? Love Those

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? grunge i love it has the ‘i don’t care’ attitude basically just oversized stuff and a whole bunch of flannels

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones obviously, i’m a gamer what did you think i was gonna say

8. movies or tv shows? i tend to like movies better, but i do love myself a good tv show i think the pinnacle of tv shows done right is person of interest five seasons, i never got bored, it didn’t drag on, and it was always a good watch with good character chemistry

9. favorite smell in the summer? hmm either chlorine or beach smell because both mean i’m in the water And Ya Boi Is A Water Bitch

10. game you were best at in p.e.? i’ve never had p.e. and i think that’s my favorite thing about homeschooling

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? i normally don’t, because i wake up 11:30-noon because i was up at 3am and i need my eight hours of sleep

12. name of your favorite playlist? some fucken bOPS

13. lanyard or keyring? i’d think key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? uhhhhh literally all my favorite sweets are chocolate fuck probably cow tails

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? they all sucked and i rarely read any of them so

16. most comfortable position to sit in? either sitting on my ankle or having both legs hanging over the edge

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? do flip flops count?

18. ideal weather? like, 75-80 degrees with a cool breeze or alternatively 5-10 degrees with Piles Of Snow Everywhere

19. sleeping position? usually on my left side, or my stomach

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a notebook, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? i love writing on anything i can get my hands on, most times it’s a notebook i tend to always carry pen and paper with me because i Will Not Remember Anything

21. obsession from childhood? you know how people have like, a timeline in their head of their entire life? i did this when i was this age, etc.? yeah i don’t have that my memories are in a big pile in my head and i have to use like things around me to find out a general age it’s wild so i have no idea coloring? minecraft?

22. role model? any kind person ever

23. strange habits? i only shower at night, and once i get in my room and change into my pajamas i have No intention of leaving so i just brush my teeth in the shower

24. favorite crystal? amethyst? quartz? garnet? idk onlytherealonesknow

25. first song you remember hearing? it was a song that my mother used to sing to my brother and i at night when we were in bed, did you ever talk to God i’ve never been able to find it anywhere, but i love it and it has the Best Vibes attached to it

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? S w i m

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? cuddle obviously

28. five songs to describe you? uhh dear younger me- mercyme (Christian) the cult of Dionysus- the Orion experience lucky stars- Lucy Spraggan escapism- steven universe? maybe? sunkissed- Khai dreams???? bro i got no idea

29. best way to bond with you? over shared experiences, or a shared love of something just best way to bond? by relating

30. places that you find sacred? not sure old buildings, sites of historical importance, places marred by tragedy

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? oh boy here we go my tightest pants, obviously, my heels, and my slutty shirt or my comfy clothes i can kick ass in anything

32. top five favorite vines? i am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand. Posiden quivers before him! fuck off!! *BAM* this is why mom doesn’t fUCKING love you!!! please let this be a normal field trip. with Miss Frizzle?? un-fucking-likely Jeremy eat a snickers. why? you’re not you when you’re hungry. it’s gonna take more than that for my fatass meanwhile, in 1957. your honor, permission to treat the witness as hostile. permission granted. i’m gonna shoot you in the face. that’ll ruin my day

33. most used phrase in your phone? i have no phone but i do say valid a lot because All You Fuckers Are Valid

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? michigan plumminggggg, we’ll exceed your expectaaationsssss

35. average time you fall asleep? three am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag? backpack

38. lemonade or tea? lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? idk the cat pissed on my brother’s papers once

41. last person you texted? moje rojenia

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Hoodie Pouch

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodie, obviously

44. favorite scent for soap? Manly Smell

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? mmmmmm sci-fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? long sleeve tee, plaid pajama pants

47. favorite type of cheese? Mozzarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? pineapple i’ll eat you out ;)

49. what saying or quote do you live by? if someone makes you happy make them happier

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? my mother made the weirdest fucking sound once, and i couldn’t breathe and fell off the chair

51. current stresses? school, driver’s training, some other stuff

52. favorite font? Kristen ITC

53. what is the current state of your hands?  ????? clean?? i have a ring on my right middle finger, some scars on both hands, my nails are short

54. what did you learn from your first job?  haven’t had a job yet

55. favorite fairy tale?  any of the old Grimm’s fairy tales  they terrified me when i was young, but then i got a taste for the disturbed and gore so they became perfect for me 

56. favorite tradition?  my family doesn’t really have any traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?  gaining confidence to not be a complete pushover, quitting self-harm, realizing my first relationship wasn’t my fault

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i don’t  have four talents  i can color really well? i can copy drawings if i look at them long enough

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?  Fuck

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? something along the lines of kabaneri of the iron fortress or my hero academia

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?  give me something to keep and hold onto forever. let go

62. seven characters you relate to?  uggggggggh bro my personality changes every hour i don’t know  Sam, from supernatural  uh, Klaus? from the originals  ....  yeah that’s all i got

63. five songs that would play in your club?  dangerous- left boy  adderall- Max Frost  sweet tooth- Scott Helman  binary mind- ra ra riot  while i’m alive- STRFKR

64. favorite website from your childhood?  club penguin and jumpstart

65. any permanent scars?  tons

66. favorite flower(s)?  coral dahlias and bellflowers

67. good luck charms?  nope!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?  quinoa, mustard, and root beer

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?  without saliva your stomach would digest itself

70. left or right-handed?  right

71. least favorite pattern? whatever the fuck this one is

 72. worst subject?  math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?  ranch and any kind of roast

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?  probably like a 7

75. when did you lose your first tooth?  neither i nor my mother remember

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Mashed Potatoes Always

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?  strawberries!! they’re yummy and have beautiful flowers

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? both are gross no thank you

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?  well since i don’t have my license yet, i’d have to say my license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?  earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? they’re  literally the same thing  are you asking which one i say? if so, lightning bugs

82. pc or console?  both! i prefer pc but a lot of my favorite games are on console and i don’t have a gaming computer

83. writing or drawing?  i’m better at writing, but i love both!

84. podcasts or talk radio?  not a huge fan of either

84. barbie or polly pocket?  i never had or liked either

85. fairy tales or mythology?  faerie* tales and mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?  cookies!!!

87. your greatest fear?  being abandoned ig

88. your greatest wish?  to live an apple pie life i suppose  my partners and i living in a house we love, in a town we love, with all of our fur babies

89. who would you put before everyone else?  the young if i was in a room full of people, relatives, friends, elders, i would always save the youngest

90. luckiest mistake?  posting my diary on ao3 XD  i met my darling Leo through it

91. boxes or bags?  f....for???   bags are easier to carry, but boxes are just Nice ..... see this is why i think i’m a cat

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?  i love sunlight and fairy lights

93. nicknames?  Q  that’s that’s basically it

94. favorite season?  fall

95. favorite app on your phone?  duolingo or pixel.y 3D

96. desktop background? school computer:

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? just my mother’s

98. favorite historical era?  anything Ancient  greek, egyptian, incan, aztec, that kinda stuff

[ruoxin]

Hello everyone!!

I noticed that I gained a lot of new followers recently, and I realized I haven’t really made a post introducing myself like ever lol so I brain dumped 50 random facts about me and hopefully you guys know me better! ^-^

My name is Angela, but I also go by Ang/Angie/Leighann

I’m currently 22! I was born in 1997 (Chinese zodiac is year of the Rat since I was born before the Lunar New Year)

i’m quite short at 4′11″

My Myers-Briggs is INFJ

For those into Astrology: Aquarius sun, Sagittarius moon, Cancer rising

I just graduated last month from UCSB as a psych major with a minor in English literature!

Born and raised in the Bay Area ❤ Hoping to live in SF someday!

I’m ethnically Chinese/Dutch, but both my parents are from Taiwan

I have a HUGE birthmark from my ankle to my thigh (it’s insane haha but it faded a lot throughout the years)

I have 8 piercings! All in my ears (6 lobes, 1 tragus, 1 helix)

Only countries I been to: U.S., Mexico, China, Taiwan. Top of my bucket list include: Iceland, Santorini, Japan, South Korea!

I guess I’m bi? Still figuring it out tbh. But guys my type include: Doctor Mike, Andre Hamann, Nick Bateman. girls my type: Hyoyeon, Seulgi, Maggie Q, Lucy Liu

My fav (American) TV shows are: OITNB, Grey’s Anatomy, Burn Notice, and FRIENDS

My fav kdramas are: Encounter, City Hunter,  IRIS, Legend of the Blue Sea

My fav movie is Breakfast at TIffany’s

I listen to a lot of indie/alternative (Foster the People, Lana Del Rey, Naked and Famous, Mumford & Sons), kpop (right now loving Red Velvet, SNSD and Gfriend), and classic 60s - 80s (Beatles, Motown, Frank Sinatra, etc.)

I got into kpop in 2009 but stopped listening around 2013-2016 and started again in 2017. My ult kpop group is pROoOBably SNSD and my (ult) bias is Hyoyeon ❤ PLEASE STAN HER AND LISTEN TO HER NEW SINGLE BADSTER WHEN IT COMES OUT JULY 20 6PM KST!!

I was raised Catholic but now I am spiritual but not religious. I believe in constantly working on becoming a better person and doing good.

My fav colors are: black, white, most shades of light pink, turquoise (or TIffany blue), and recently I’ve been obsessed with yellow! I can’t pick a single one!

My favorite time of day is prob dawn but I haven’t been awake for it in years lol. I do love twilight too because it gives me a weird nostalgic feeling

I speak English and proficient-fluent Mandarin (I prob can’t have a deep conversation about economics or politics or something lol but I grew up speaking it with my parents 24/7). I also took 4 years of Japanese in high school (but i prob forgot most of it welp). I’m going to relearn Japanese/Mandarin and hopefully start learning Korean sometime in the near future! I know the alphabet and some basics from my countless of hours watching kdramas lol

If you’re one of my female friends, I will melt if you call me these: angel, sweetie, beautiful, babe, hun, etc!!

I try to avoid mainstream things that are talked about too much because I really believe that things are overhyped and people can lose their identity by liking things just because other people are. (no hate, but e.g. BTS, Ariana Grande, Game of Thrones, Beyonce).

I LOVEEE receiving and giving handwritten letters

Speaking of, I change my handwriting every few years since I haven’t really found one that stuck yet and I have like 5 different types of handwriting from all caps to very neat print to almost calligraphy-like cursive

Games I play(ed): Pokemon (Silver, Leafgreen, Emerald, Ultra Sun, Alpha Sapphire, and Pokemon Go lol), Animal Crossing (Wild World, New Leaf, Pocket Camp). I also did my fair share of League but stopped before it consumed my life with toxicity. I was a support main who used Nami, Janna, and Thresh!

27 is my favorite number but I really do not know why lmao

My guilty pleasure song is Britney Spears - Toxic and I still haven’t gotten sick of it. Some favorite songs of all time are prob: Aretha Franklin - Day Dreaming, Tears for Fears - Everybody Wants to Rule the World, SNSD - Gee, SNSD - Genie, Amy Winehouse - Valerie

My best subject at school was English and I received an academic excellence award at the end of my junior year out of all the juniors in my grade in American Lit

When I was younger, my first dream job was an artist. then I watched Grey’s and wanted to be a cardiothoracic surgeon. Other dream jobs I had for brief moments: makeup artist, fashion designer, motivational speaker. Now I’m hoping to go to grad school to be an MFT/LPCC!

I love black cats and german shepherds! But I’m more of a cat person

If I could travel back in time I would want to live in 60′s New York or the 90′s.

Biggest turn on: someone who can hold a deep and intellectual conversation with me about meaningful subjects! Biggest turn off: someone who is extremely vapid and has no ambition whatsoever

My fav season is autumn!

The perfume I use is Marc Jacobs Daisy but I think I want to change to Versace Bright Crystal after I finish

I have perfect vision!

I did track during my prime teenage days (long jumper!) and my fastest mile was 7:20. I haven’t ran for years after that and I just started again 7 years later around this March, and I improved from around a 10 min mile in the beginning to my recent fastest at 8:09! I am hoping to get back in the ~7 mins

I also did a little bit of swim team, and I can swim all four strokes (free, back, breast, butterfly) but I mainly raced freestyle and butterfly!

I am literally the least picky eater you will ever meet. Take me to any restaurant and I wouldn’t complain. I also have a decently high tolerance for spicy things. The only food that I ever really tried and disliked is liver and the one thing that I probably wouldn’t ever try is something way out there like snail or scorpion lol

Speaking of food, I love food on the heavier side and tend to over season and over-sauce my foods lol. I love onion, ketchup, ranch, black pepper, soy sauce, korean chili spice (what they use for kimchi)

I can crack all my toes at will (it grosses everyone out xD)

My favorite book of all time is East of Eden by John Steinbeck ❤

My super power of choice if I had one would probably be invisibility

I played piano for 6 years in my childhood and I can still read notes, but veeery slowly lol

I’m kind of VERY unhealthily obsessed with (Japanese) stationery. Moleskine journals, Uni alpha gel, Pilot Dr. Grip, Zebra Mildliners, Staedler Triplus fineliners, Sakura Microns, Uni-ball signo, Pilot Hi-tec-c... yeah... i have all of those and more... yiKEs

My fav holiday is Christmas. I love holiday spirit and Sleigh Ride (I only accept the Ella Fitzgerald version) is literally such a good song??

My favorite non alcoholic drink is prob earl grey boba tea. fav alcoholic drink is whiskey!

I do not have any tattoos, but the top two I am planning are: “♒” behind my left ear, and “英” behind my neck (my mom’s Chinese name, but it also means brave/hero/outstanding person)

city > countryside

How I would describe my fashion style: tomboy, casual, chic, comfortable

[scribble-dee-vee]

11 Questions Tags

Hi all! I was recently tagged in two 11 Questions Tags, and I like the questions- so I decided to do them.

Up front, I’m going to tag @dreamywritingdragon, @focusdumbass, @writtenbyhal, @blogherosix, @adorhauer, @katiehahnbooks, @quintessenceofwords, @quillwritten, @awolfthatwrites, @toboldlywrite, and @firewritten. It’s been quite a while since I’ve done anything with tag games, so if you no longer do them/don’t want to/don’t have time, no pressure! Hope you’re all doing great :D

And my questions are:

1. Which OC has changed the most since you created them? Tell us about them!

2. In which season do you get the most writing done? Why?

3. Oldest OC? Youngest OC?

4. Do you have any self-indulgent ideas for projects that you want to write someday, even if you don’t have time right now?

5. Do you have more of a problem with underwriting or overwriting?

6. How do you get most of your ideas? Music, travel, art, or other?

7. What themes recur throughout your WIPs?

8. What are your favorite personal writing hallmarks?

9. What genre do you write in the most, and why do you like it?

10. What genre do you not write in frequently, but want to dip your toes into?

11. Tell us one reason you love your WIP!

My answers to the tagged questions got kinda long, so I put them under the cut!

The first few questions come from @bigmoodword​. Your apocalypse WIP sounds rad af??? Please tag me in updates if you have updates/use a tag list- so cool!

Thanks for the tag! To answer your questions:

1. using one sentence summaries, can you tell me about your wips?

Heart of Lead- Luanne will die on her nineteenth birthday because her heart is made of lead, the lowest caste of her society, so she works illegally with an inventor girl from out of town and some other friends to build a new heart before her time is up.

Ivory and Horn- an anthology of short stories with roots in fantasy, horror, and surrealism, set in a variety of speculative settings used as allegory for the various experiences of modern women (mostly queer women- this one’s the newest, and 12+ stories, so please excuse the vague description!)

Belladonnas- Eirene’s girl gang/witch coven, the Belladonnas, find themselves with a mystery on their hands when an enemy comes to them seeking help and hostile demonic entities begin wreaking havoc on their city.

2. what inspired them?

I’ve been working on Heart of Lead for roughly four (!) years, so the inspirations I’ve incorporated into it are many! The original idea came from a different look at the phrase “heart of gold,” and music has also been a huge defining factor. Florence + the Machine, Twenty One Pilots, and Mumford and Sons have given me a lot. The steampunk genre, dystopian novels, and imaginative fantasy books (think Neil Gaiman) contributed. Also, the imagery of Hamlet (because I’m pretentious).

Ivory and Horn is pretty experimental, and it mostly comes from my growing interest in the horror genre. I also want to figure out how to incorporate social and political commentary into my work- how much of a defining factor I want that to be, by what means I want to convey it, and that sort of thing.

Belladonnas is really inspired by 1920s aesthetics, Greek mythology, and electro swing music. A fun mixed bag!

3. which of your ocs do you most identify with?

I think all of my OCs are at least semi-autobiographical, but Luanne is probably the most. I project a lot of issues on her. It helps me work through them.

4. if you’ve ever cried while reading, which book cued the waterworks?

Yes. YES. CONSTANTLY. The one that made me bawl most recently was All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, which was such an amazing book.

5. how do you conduct research for your wips and what’s the most interesting thing you’ve discovered in said research?

Mostly Google? If I’m really interesting in a particular something, I’ll get a book- which I did for fashion in Heart of Lead, and then immediately discarded like half of what I learned for the ~aesthetic~. Oh, well. Did you know that people thought that eating graham crackers encouraged chastity in Victorian London? Well, now you do! This makes me laugh every time I think about it!

6. thus far, which scene has been the most difficult to write?

Beginnings are always hard for me. I usually plan my climaxes first and work backward, unraveling the threads of the story until the point they’re most disparate. I’ve rewritten the opening scene of Heart of Lead at least ten times, which is quite a few more than the rest of the book.

7. which of your ocs do you like the least?

Agh! AGH! How can I choose??? I suppose, since I have a ton of OCs, there are a lot of characters I don’t obsess over as much as my main babies. A lot of these still need work. I think Lucy, from Belladonnas, needs a lot more development before I’m really interested in her.

8. which pov and tense do you prefer to write in?

First person, past tense. Close POV is fun to work with.

9. do you write poetry?

Occasionally! I did so a lot more when I was younger.

10. who is your writing role model?

Neil Gaiman (omg this is the second time I’ve mentioned him on this post, isn’t it? Yeah, he’s great. Go read everything he’s ever written. It will take you a while).

11. if you could give your younger writer self some advice, what would it be?

HAVE FUN! Chances are, you’re not going to have published or released work in the first few years (or first many years) after you start writing. Have that as a long-term goal, and allow yourself to enjoy and experiment with whatever-the-heck in the meantime. It will make you a better writer, you’ll produce a better/more passionate project, and you’ll have a better time.

The second set of questions comes from @sahados-shadow​! I totally feel you with the titling struggle, haha. It’s hard to make the catchy words.

1.  Which side character is your favorite?

Eep, this is so hard- I love all my kids??? But since I’m writing Blood of Queens right now, Vesper’s pretty awesome. Glamorous faerie prince who’s also a complete dork about humans and also has terrifying eldritch powers. What more do you want?

2.  Do you like any character creation templates?

Not particularly. At the very least, I don’t use them to actually create characters, but to stretch my thinking on characters I already have. Oh, and it is really fun to give characters DnD stats!

3.  Do you prefer writing by hand or typing?

I do both! I save and edit my work on my laptop, but there are a lot of times I only have a notebook on hand or just want to change my perspective. Handwriting is good for killing writer’s block.

4.  What kind of music, if any, do you listen to while creating? Lyrics or no lyrics?

Sooo much music! I make extensive character and WIP playlists (which I’d like to put on Spotify and release for tumblr at some point). Song lyrics are a huge inspiration for characters and storylines.

5.  Any animal companions for your characters?

But of course! Ty is friends with a magical talking tiger. Luanne’s family has a cat named Fleurf in book one. Weirdly enough, this discussion could delve into spoiler territory... so that’s all I’ll say about that :D

6.  What’s the first thing your OCs would buy if they won the lottery?

Oh, geez. Most of my OCs would not make wise financial decisions. To make this answer manageable, Heart of Lead MCs?

Luanne- books. Just. A million of them. Enough to make a book fort and live in it forever.

Wren- probably new tools/metal to work with? Also, cake. And non-canned food in general. She’d probably throw a giant picnic for all her friends.

Charles- he would probably invest most of it?? Honestly idk what he does with his money, and he has a lot of it in the first place.

Dale- CLOTHES. Fancy tea? Maybe he’d use some of it for bribes or whatever, too. Who really knows.

7.  What’s your favorite board game?

Scrabble! I play with my friends all the time.

8.  Any OC ships?

Many, many OC ships. I’m a sucker for a good romantic subplot. My main answer for this is always Luanne/Wren, because I’m writing literally an entire series about them. Good stuff I love my girls and they love each other <3

9.  Do you have a favorite time/place to create?

Ideally, I write from 9:30 to 11:00 on weekday nights. Over summers and weekends, I write in the morning. Best place is totally in bed, + tea, + cat!

10.  How does your OC react to a baby waving at them in the grocery store?

Luanne- bursts into happy tears

Wren- waves back

Charles- re-contemplates his entire existence because a baby actually likes him oh my god?? 

Dale- “ew tiny human why do you exist”

11.  Does your OC have a motto (made up or otherwise) they stick to?

Hmm... that’s something I actually have to think about! Most of my characters have a primary set of morals and a personal outlook on things, but I don’t think any have a motto or catchphrase at the moment.

Thank you for all the questions! This was fun :D

[hoopyfrood]

so my review for disenchanted is... it's fun. it doesn't go anywhere amazing, but there's some fun jokes and some fun characters. its an enjoyable watch with some characters that keep you watching, though i kept wanting them to wring more out of each episode, there is so much potential for a lot of the side characters.

as for characters, most characters aren't really fleshed out, so i didn't feel much connection to most of them, i only really care about luci tbh and bunty is sweet. i'm interested to see what happens with queen oona but seeing as most of her appearances have been small jokes or short appearances, idk, i'm not holding out for much development for her.

bean is good, in theory, though there's not much to her. they have a stereotype of what a non feminine woman is and keep falling back on it, falling back on her being drunk or high somewhere. we don't learn about her childhood, her education, her hobbies, her aspirations. her storylines revolve around her dad or elfo, mostly, under the guise of being about her journey.

some side characters become more interesting, like the kings advisor, odval, although i wish the secret society had been more than just a quick joke. others remain flat and uninteresting, clearly plot devices, not even offering jokes that are that good. i liked getting to learn more about bunty, and the king has some funny moments, but a lot of characters are forgettable. luci is a great break from the repetition or obvious storylines, he's unpredictable and chaotic and kept me watching. he's two steps away from being a fourth wall breaking character, narrating the events in his own way. love eric andres dry tone, luci is a great character i'd love to learn more about.

the pacing of the episodes is a bit random, there's no real connection between most of them and they don't always flow well, sometimes it felt like people's opinions and decisions changed randomly just to keep the plot going. the last episode repeated the same scene several times. the reccuring plot involving luci didn't really grip me and didn't go anywhere really, and has now been overshadowed by the plot of the last episode. i am interested to see where that goes, but i do wonder if the people who sent luci will get a moment to shine and be relevant again.

people keep comparing it to futurama, to the simpsons, but i don't think that gets us anywhere. it's made in a different era, set in a different era, made in different circumstances than for tv viewing. the voice acting is great, it's fun hearing familiar voices, and luci is reminiscent of benders carelessness (also reminds me of paul from the film paul which is a fave of mine), but it's a very different story. there are some weird vague mentions to things like feminism and gender spectrums but they fall flat, i felt unsure if they were being played as a joke or a reference and what the point of them was. there's also that random mention to cultural appropriation, speaking of which, the only two characters of colour are side characters, one completely just a plot device, with ambiguous race and not much depth. seriously guys? you put in elves and gnomes and lizard people but racial diversity was just too hard? put down the d&d handbooks and start being creative.

okay, i'll mention elfo, but briefly. he's annoying. i'm saying it, everyone else seems to be saying it, but what the fuck. it's not his obliviousness and naivety that's annoying, that could've been used well, but it's his crush on bean. i'm not invested, i don't care, it's not interesting. i really don't feel bad for this lil guy fancying a woman out of his league. they tried to give us a different female hero but still went with the 'poor nice guy who she ignores' trope? she deserves what leela and lisa didn't get with the guys chasing after them: the freedom to say no and have it stop. it added nothing to the plot, it became his whole character arc instead of learning to be bad and explore a new place. i'm glad nobody else seems to like him or the idea of him and bean ending up together. seriously, it's so overused, esp in groenings works. i just didn't have the patience to care about him any more as soon as i saw where it was going. bean escaped his advances, but barely, and suddenly she really cared about him despite being ambivalent earlier. the time progression didn't seem real enough to amount to that much character development, the time passage wasn't even clear, it just felt like ten episodes and suddenly luci and bean really cared about elfo all of a sudden. can't relate.

ok, elfo out of the way, what did i enjoy? the scenery, the banging theme song, the good one liners, every character john dimaggio voiced, that one time luci got captured that was quite fun to watch, the whole talking cat thing, uhh, some other stuff. seriously, you can enjoy watching it and not feel too bored, it's just the repetitive tropes that get a bit dull. i kept watching for the potential, a lot of the time. hoping for things to go farther than they did. the earlier eps are fun, the later ones i felt had odd pace and sudden character development/change and a lot of repeated content.

in the second series i want a lot more from these characters. they tried to fit in like three plot twists when most people would have preferred more character exploration, more believable development between bean, elfo and luci as friends. a lot of the episodes were bean and friends get drunk, fuck stuff up, go back to see the king. i don't want more of that in s2. i expected more depth to the plot seeing as multiple writers were involved in gravity falls, but it's ok if it's just fun too, but decide which you're going for because atm i'm not sure how seriously to take the twists or not.

i'd love to see more of hell, learn more about luci. i loved the mention of him having a 9 to 5 job in hell, there's so much that could be explored there, and robot hell was a blast in futurama. seriously, bring back dan as the dancing devil, that'd be fun. i'd have rathered luci having odd jobs from the devil than having two random people apparently controlling him but doing absolutely nothing at the same time. in s2, recycle the tired tropes into something new. throw out the 'old hooker' trope and put in more three dimensional women. get rid of the 'strong female character' idea you have in your heads and actually write a real female character. please, god, get more female writers, i can tell when a woman is written by a man and it's boring. i feel they need to let shion takeuchi have more involvement because i bet she'd do a better job with a lot of these elements but alas she's literally one of only three women on the team with any major involvement, and it shows. it's a show centred around a female character yet it's mostly all decided by men. it's 8 men to 3 women as far as i can tell. and only one person of colour, afaik. it really shows. i'm not surprised, but more people should be pissed off about this. ridiculous.

don't do anything with elfo he's fine where he is just leave him there. bring back tess the giant i want to know more about her. please let oona and odval have a friendship where they bitch about the king and have medieval scrabble nights or something. let literally any women interact with each other without hating each other or talking about men. give bean a girlfriend. don't give pendergast any more screen time people are obsessing over him for some reason and he doesn't deserve that. let the queens be friends or something. let them date. too many women hate each other in tv i'm tired. ramp up the goddamn puns i know u have more stored somewhere and the scenes of shop names etc are fun. have bean learn to drive a horse and cart or get a job she's good at or learn a new skill or make a female friend or something more than having her get drunk and fight her way out of a situation with no real consequences. ok i'm done.

[lucyinbookland]

Got tagged in this by @literarymagpie, and I’m a sucker for these...

Rules: Tag 10 Tumblrs you want to get to know better.

NAME: Lucy

GENDER: cis female

⭐ SIGN: Pisces

HEIGHT: 5’5”

MIDDLE NAME: Marie

PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

1. Any Moment / Moments in the Woods - Into the Woods Musical Cast Recording

2. Time Warp - The Rocky Horror Picture Show Original Soundtrack

3. Friday - Bowling for Soup

4. The Long Grift - Hedwig and the Angey Inch Original Soundtrack

5. Like I Love You - Justin Timberlake on the Songs for Japan cd (I literally don’t think I’ve ever actually listened this song)

6. Battle of Wills - Moana Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (into instrumental)

GRAB THE 📓 NEAREST TO YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

Ok my roommate and I actually used a measuring tape for this, since I’m sitting in a room of bookshelves, and at 100 inches away it’s Daughter of Smoke & Bone by Laini Taylor (beating out Dinotopia at 101 inches).

“There on the paper was Kaz in all his carnality and elegance...”

She’s looking through her sketchbook or something, I dont’t quite remember the context.

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

Not yet!

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR 🎸?

Wednesday, at work. Pretty sure a Queen song came on.

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

James Marsters, Zachary Quinto, and Lucy Lawless have all vied for my attention. Also probably Hank Green, but I think I’m still mostly in denial about that...

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE?

The coffee grinder at my work makes me feel like I’m personally under attack. But worse than that, I CAN NOT STAND IT when multiple conversations are happening at once. My brain totally short-circuits.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? HOW ABOUT ALIENS?

Ghosts: kind of. My mom swears she’s seen ghosts of lost pets before, and I think I heard one of our deceased cats once. I dont know, not it like a Ghostbusters way, but its not totally impossible?

Aliens: Definitely. Maybe not like Vulcans and shit, but there’s got to be other life out there somewhere, even if we never actually find it or make contact or whatever.

DO YOU DRIVE? IF SO HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?

I do! I’ve been driving for 12 years and I’ve never been in a crash, so I’m seriously afraid my luck is running out and its only a matter of time...

WHAT WAS THE LAST 📓 YOU READ?

Turtles all the Way Down by John Gree, and before that, rereading one of my favorites, Sunshine by Robin McKinley.

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF PETROL?

Kind of.

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?

Moana

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

I used to twist my ankle on the reg and have to wrap it and like use crutches for a day, but I’ve never had any real serious injury. I skinned my knee in Japan in high school, and that was pretty memorably unfortunate because we went swimming in the sea like hours later and it was excruciatingly painful, but worth it, because swimming in warm sea water has got to be one of the weirdest experiences, coming off of life in the Pacific Northwest where the ocean is always super cold.

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

Apparently I’m perpetually obsessed with Dragon Ball these days, which I’m rolling with. Steven Universe is up there, but not sure if its currently an obsession.

Roommate says I’m a little obsessed with podcasts (Fansplaining, Dear Hank and John, and Welcome to Night Vale, just to name a few).

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST ANYONE WHOSE DONE YOU WRONG?

Nope. I’m if anything probably too forgiving. I’ll grumble and vent and stuff, but I tend to switch to sympathy and rationalization at the first sign of remorse.

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

Currently single. (Ladies 😘) (also gentleman) (also just cool people idk hit me up?)

People I’m tagging: @thegorgonist, @takumiismypatronus, @alkcomics, @bzedan @onfroi uhhh I don’t remember anyone else’s Tumblr names...if you see this and you know me, consider yourself tagged?

[letdecemberburninflames]

Top of Our Class

Chapter 4: Second Year

Fic Type: Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter Crossover, (half)Elf!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: cat with a bad attitude  none

You were waiting outside Flourish and Blotts while your mother went in to buy your books, the Guildroy Lockhart ones. You knew that you would be waiting awhile for her to come out, she was absolutely obsessed with him, something to which your father never stopped teasing her about. You were doing your school shopping with Mary Beth and your parents. Mary Beth had gone to get some ice-cream while you waited for your mother.

"Hey Y/N, fancy seeing you here. I thought you would be inside with all the other fan-witches and trying desperately to get Guildroy to sign your book and give you a wink." Draco Malfoy had appeared, smirking mischievously.

"Malfoy, how lovely to see you," You answered sarcastically. "I'm good, I don't mind if you take my place. Maybe you'd have a better chance than me of getting a wink, seeing that you have enough luck to get that broom there."

"Ah, you like brooms then?" He gave you a look like he couldn't believe it.

"Yeah," you nod your head. "I recognize a good quality one when I see it. Besides, I'm trying out for Slytherin Chaser. I presume you are going to try out for the Slytherin team this year...?"

"Yeah. I want to be Seeker." He looked proud of himself.

"Ah, so you want to get one over Potter do you." You grinned mischievously, "Well, if you really want to prove that you're better, I saw him go into Flourish and Blotts with the Weasleys-"

Draco interrupted you. "Blood traitors."

You glared at him. "The Weasleys," you repeated forcefully. "He's trying to get his book signed I think, if you went in and got your book signed and a wink, well... I think that he'd be very jealous." You nearly laughed at Draco's determined expression.

"Very well, I shall talk to you later." And with that he entered the crowded shop and you shook your head and laughed.

In Madame Malkin's you ran into Emma and Molly. Literally. Emma had accidentally shoved Molly, who slipped on a piece of cloth and slid and crashed into you as you were entering the shop. "Hey Princess!" Emma grins from behind a rack of clothes as Molly pulls herself up off the ground, dusts herself off, and shakes your hand.

"Hello Y/N."

You shake your head and laugh. They were so completely different; it was amazing they were friends. You talked about the upcoming school year as you each took turns getting fitted for your robes. Emma was absolutely sure that Gryffindor was going to win the House Cup, while Molly was hoping to join the Gobstones Club. Mary Beth told them all about all the classes she was going to take as soon as she got the chance. You of course, couldn't wait for the for the Slytherin Quidditch team tryouts. You had been training all summer. You all finished your shopping together, and then you all went to Molly's house in Oxford to spend the night, which you spent playing two on two Quidditch.

---

You managed to find an empty compartment in the train this year without bumping into anyone. You left Tundra curled up asleep in his carrier as you read over Guildroy Lockhart's book. You heard the door slide open and someone walk in, and sit across from you. You looked up to see Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, unsmiling as always.

"Yes, you may sit here." You said sarcastically. "What do you want Malfoy?"

"You sent me into that shop and I got mauled by witches." He glared at you. "And Potter got a bloody photograph with Lockhart."

"Uh-huh, how very lovely for him."

"I thought you didn't like him," he said, peering at the title of the book you were reading.

"I don't. These books are a load of rubbish. I'm trying to figure out what use they'll be to us." You answered, closing the book and looking up at Draco properly. "You're not mad at me, are you?" You asked, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

"No," he answered, looking confused. "What do I have to be angry with you about?"

"I told you to go into Flourish and Blotts." You were met with a blank stare. "I was mocking you!" You cried out exasperatedly.

"Mad? No." He answered. "Grateful? Yes. I got my book signed and gave it to mother for her birthday, she was very pleased with me. You are the only person who would ever do that for me. Everybody else is too, well, intimidated by my family to be much fun. Except the Gryffindors, but they are just annoying."

"So, you aren't mad because I'm the only person who will mock you and isn't intimidated by the Malfoy name? That isn't a Gryffindor?" You repeated dazed. "Merlin, you are one strange wizard Draco Malfoy." He didn't answer he just looked out the window.

---

"Did you hear that Potter and Weasley arrived onto school in a flying car?" You asked Malfoy incredulously. "They flew into the Whomping Willow."

He looked at you. "Those silly Muggle contraptions?" He asked, bored.

"They're not silly," you contradicted. "They are actually quite fun. I went into one once. Their purpose is stupid, but they'd be great as a carnival ride."

"And your father wasn't mad that you had been in one?" Draco asked surprised, as you sat down at the Slytherin table beside him and buttered a slice of toast.

"Yes, well, not exactly. He didn't know until I went home, and he was more angry at the fact that he thought they were dangerous than the fact that it was Muggle. He doesn't trust Muggle contraptions. Says that they cause lots of accidents." You shrugged. "I think that it depends on who is controlling them really."

"Yeah..." Draco said softly. "My dad hates everything Muggle. Good luck with your Quidditch tryouts." And he stood up and left the table.

---

You stare out over the field, clutching your Cleansweep 6 in your hand. The tryouts for a new Slytherin Chaser would begin in a couple of minutes. Malfoy had already won his place as Seeker, so you figured getting a place on the team would be no problem. The crowd around you is buzzing with anticipation. Suddenly, a broom rises above the crowd.

"Okay you lot, I want this done and over with as soon as possible!" shouts Marcus Flint from his perch on a new Nimbus 2001. "Okay, first up is, um" he consults a hovering clipboard, "Blaise Zabini!" Blaise rises into the air from behind you, straddling a Nimbus 2000. You groan, everyone has a better broom than you. After he finishes his tryout, next is Lucy Stark, then Taylor Guild. After seven more tryouts finally, "F/N L/N!" You mount your broom, rise into the air and take your position. When the whistle blows you whip past Derrick and steal the Quaffle right out of his hands, evade Malfoy, Bole attempting to steal the Quaffle, and two Bludgers, feint going to the right and score while Flint was still wondering what happened!

"A minute-thirty." He said, checking his stopwatch. "What kind of broom did you say you had?"

"A Cleansweep 6."

"I see." he says, still looking amazed. "Um, uh next is, uh, Ward Valimar!" You drop down to the ground amongst the snickering crowd.

"A Cleansweep 6, Y/N?" Pansy laughs, "The school has better brooms than yours!"

"Well at least I didn't drop the Quaffle, Parkinson." You reply calmly. The grin quickly slipped off her face.

"You better watch your step, L/N!" she sneers.

"Yeah, I better; because I might accidentally kick you in the face while I'm flying as Chaser for the Slytherin team!" You grin at her. Draco lands down beside you, laughing. With that Pansy runs off towards the castle.

"She fancies me you know." He says.

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious." You reply. Flint touches down, followed closely by the rest of the team.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"Pansy backed out!" volunteers a boy from behind you, all too quickly.

"Oh." says Flint, obviously not bothered at all. "After some consideration, we've decided who we want as our Chaser." Once again murmurs break out amongst the crowd. "Our new Chaser is....." the crowd falls silent, "Miss..." most of the group groans, "F/N L/N!" You look up to see Flint is striding towards you. He throws an arm around your shoulders, "The first girl on the Slytherin team in over five decades!" "Of course," he adds in a whisper, "You'll have to get a faster broom." You nod, too happy to speak. "A Nimbus 2001 good?" You nod again. "I'll send an owl to Malfoy's father immediately." You stop nodding. So that's how Draco managed to make the team as Seeker. His dad bought all the team new brooms. Figures.

---

During Potions class that day you did exceptionally well as always. For some reason you just had a talent for this subject. As you yet again produced a perfect potion, Snape was going down the row to inspect everybody's work.

"Magnificent job, as usual Malfoy." He said looking down into his cauldron. You wrinkle your nose in disgust. Malfoy's potion could have been orange instead of blue and Snape would have still called his work magnificent.

"Ah, L/N now this is a potion to be proud of! Fifty points to Slytherin for your flawless work." He said holding a vial of your turquoise potion up for the class to see. You blushed and looked down at your sneakers. You were really good at all of your classes, but Potions just came naturally to you. Besides, who needed Felix Felicis when you had natural talent? Of course Defense Against the Dark Arts was also easy for you, but that could be because your father was an Auror.

---

"Hey! Malfoy! Come duel with me!" You called, catching up to him, wedging yourself in the space between him and Goyle. You didn't even try Crabbe, he was much bigger.

"No." He answered.

"C'mon, scared that I'll beat you?"

"No, I've already paired up with Blaise," he answered coldly and walked off, leaving you alone in the hallway. You went instead to the dueling lesson with Mary Beth, and she won, of course. That was only because she had stayed up all last night practicing defensive and attack spells, many of which you hadn't even heard of. When Harry demonstrated his Parseltongue abilities you were rather freaked out. When people started saying he was the Heir of Slytherin you scoffed at the very idea. Him, Heir of Slytherin? There was a larger chance of you falling in love with Ron Weasley than Harry Potter being the Heir of Slytherin.

---

At lunch the next day, the only available seat was next to Draco, so you grabbed a sandwich of some kind of disappeared out of the castle, and ate your lunch under a tree, while drawing and looking out at the Lake. It was very peaceful and relaxing, and you instantly fell in love with the place. As long as the Giant Squid didn't decide that you looked tasty. The red and gold leaves fluttered down around you, signaling that winter was coming. You thought that you had escaped Malfoy's clutches there, but when lunch was nearly over, he arrived. Alone for once.

"Ah, finally I've found you Y/N; I didn't think that you'd be here." You looked up at him.

"I like it here." Was all you said as he sat down beside you. "You know the reason that I came all the way out here was so I didn't have to sit beside you."

"I know," he stretched. "It's also why you left in a hurry without enough food." He pulled out an apple and a crumpet from the pocket of his robes, all wrapped neatly in a napkin. "You've ten minutes; I'd suggest that you eat them fast. That's really good." He added, peering over at your drawing of the lake. And with that he stood up and walked away.

---

As the Christmas holidays neared the weather grew colder and the teachers piled on more and more homework. In addition to Christmas this was your favorite time of year because your birthday was on December 7th. You had Transfiguration next, but you when you spotted Pansy Parkinson flouncing across the courtyard in her new sweater you knew you couldn't resist. You bend down and scoop up some snow, forming it into a ball. You wave your wand and the snowball zips through the hair and hits her hard on the back.

"This is cashmere!" Pansy shouts furiously at you across the courtyard as she shakes snow off her new pink sweater. She scooped up in her gloved hands some snow and shaped it into a snowball. She lobs it at you, but of course misses and hits Vincent Crabbe, who was crossing the courtyard, in the back of the head. He turned around slowly and glared at her, scooping up a snowball of his own, while Goyle followed suite. They had no idea how to bewitch snowballs, so they just threw them at her, and missed of course, hitting Emma, who had been laughing at Pansy, in the stomach.

"Oh, no you don't!" she cried, and they both turned to run, Emma was pretty terrifying when she was angry.

You wanted to see this, so you pointed your wand at the snow in and muttered a spell. A wall over the cold, white powdery stuff formed in front of them so Crabbe and Goyle had no choice but to fight back. A brigade of snow balls zipped around the courtyard hitting anyone within range, directed by Mary Beth who had been standing in the courtyard archway. In no time at all mini blizzards and snowstorms were whirling around, snowballs flying every which way, while snow forts were being magically formed, only to be knocked down again by others. It was every man for himself, snow flying everywhere. Everyone seemed to have forgotten they had classes or homework to have to fun. It was perfect, blissful chaos.

---

You woke that morning and then remembered, it was your thirteenth birthday! You quickly got dressed, and were still working on fastening your tie when you sat down at the Slytherin table for breakfast. You were greeted by several Happy Birthday's from the Slytherin Quidditch team, as well as your classmates. When the Owl Post arrived you found, aside from the usual sweets from home, that your parents had sent you a new set of colored pencils, drawing quills, and paper, as well as a lovely new winter cloak. Admiring oohs and aahs issued from the others around you. The cloak was jet black, lined with fur, and would go perfectly with your fur-lined winter combat boots. It was a designer brand, and obviously had cost a lot of money, Pansy looked extremely envious as you tried it on. After lunch you met Molly, Emma, and Mary Beth beneath the tree by the lake.

"Happy Birthday Y/N!" Molly threw her arms around you before handing you a gift.

"Ditto, Princess." Emma grins as she tosses you her gift, "They're new Chaser's gloves. I figure the Slytherin Quidditch teams gonna need all the help it can get."

Mary Beth rolls her eyes and hands you her present, "I'll just let you open it." Her gift was a beautiful silver magnifying glass, perfect for reading star charts in Astrology. Molly's gift was a pack of tuna cat treats for Tundra and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans for you.

"Thank you, they're absolutely brilliant!" You bend down and give Tundra one of Molly's treats and he gobbles it up straight away before popping a white-with-rainbow-speckles jelly bean into your mouth. "Birthday cake, how perfect!" At dinner Malfoy, who was sitting at almost the other end of the table at you, shouts across the Great Hall.

"Y/N, catch!" He throws a small package over to you, and you have to stand up to catch it. The boy sitting next to you snickers and you glare at him. You're to busy talking and eating to open the package just now, so you shove it into the bottom of your school bag to open later.

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The clickety-clack of the rails nearly lulls you to sleep. You stare out the frosted window, anxious to see the Muggle lights of Salcombe. You lived on the sea, just outside of the village. Deep snows have delayed your travels for several days. Your parents hated the idea of letting you ride a Muggle train, and you had to say you weren't to happy about it yourself, but there was nothing to be done. Father was working late at the Ministry and mother was probably still preparing for company. You had asked to fly home on your broom, but they had rejected that idea immediately saying it was "far to dangerous in this sort of weather". You find yourself wondering if you'll even make it home in time for Christmas since Muggle trains were so slow and had to stop so much. Life at Hogwarts was missing a bit of its luster. Slytherin had lost to Gryffindor, the weather was awful, and you had a ton of homework, not to mention the whole Chamber of Secrets business. You can't wait to see your family, to feast and open presents. But most of all you longed for the joy of the season.

You had spent most of your money on the train, but still had a little left for dinner. A waiter bows to you as you enter the dining car. You breathe deeply, savoring the aroma of the rich foods. It smells like Christmas. As you wait for the waiter to bring your food a poor man in ragged clothes enters the car and pleads for food. The waiter glares at him, and then goes back to pushing his cart back down the aisle. You pay for your meal, you ask for another plate. You may be a Slytherin, but you had never outed common decency. He raises an eyebrow, but grants your request. You offer half of your meal to the beggar. He seems suspicious at first, but then he accepts the food. As he eats his eyes shine with gratitude. The beggar thanks you quietly before he stands to leave.

The minutes drag by. You reach into your bag for your drawing pad, and then dig to the bottom for a pencil, but your hand brushes a small parcel. You pull it out and recognize it as the present Malfoy had tossed across the Great Hall to you at dinner on your birthday. It is wrapped neatly in emerald green paper, tied with a silver silk ribbon. A small card is taped to the top. "To: F/N L/N From: The Slytherin Quidditch Team" Beneath is the signatures of everybody on the team. You smirk at Miles Bletchley's horrible handwriting before carefully unwrapping the gift. Inside is a rolled up piece of paper, which you unfurl under the table (Since it was probably a poster of some sort, it was probably best not to let the Muggles see a photo in which the people move.) to reveal a poster of the whole team, you included, waving from the Quidditch pitch with broomsticks in hand, green and silver flags fluttering in the distance.

Soon the train reaches the village, you're almost home. The porters whiz back and forth, unloading luggage from the train. You spot your bags and decide to carry them off yourself. Two pieces of luggage, it seems, do not fit easily through the narrow train doors. Someone steps next to you and you look up to see the beggar you had shared your meal with.

"Would you like some help with your bags, my young benefactor?" he asks with a smile. You nod your head politely, glad to have some help. Once you had made your way to the train station platform you turned around to thank the beggar for his help, but he was gone.

You walk through the revolving doors out into the chilly night air, keeping your eyes open for a glimpse of your parents. This was easier said than done, since the icy wind whipped up the snow from the ground, stinging your face. You brush off the snow that had collected on a bench before you sit down to wait. You kept Tundra in his carrier; you figured he wouldn't take kindly to the cold and snow. Not ten minutes later you see a familiar face making his way through the crowd towards you. Legolas! You leap up from your bench and run to meet him.

"Y/N!" he exclaims when you run into his arms. "Merry Christmas, it's so good to see you!" He obviously had spent time in the Muggle world before, because his clothes matched. "We better get to the carriage, the driver is waiting. You nod happily as he takes your bags. The good thing about Christmas was that you could ride in a horse-drawn carriage and the Muggles would hardly bat an eye. "So do you like boarding school?" asks Legolas as you take your seat in the carriage.

"It's okay, I guess."

He laughs, "You've grown so much since I last saw you."

"That was only last Christmas!" you grin, "Besides, I haven't grown that much, I only just turned thirteen. And don't act like you're that much older than me, only by three years." Legolas, since he was three years older than you, was sixteen now. You tell him all about school, and in return he tells you stories about Mirkwood. You are almost sorry when you reached the house, but you're too excited to see your parents again.

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You are glad to be back at Hogwarts, despite the fun you had had at home. You hung the poster of the Slytherin Quidditch team on the wall over your desk, and it matched the other Slytherin pendants hanging on your walls. You and Legolas had gone hunting and brought back a large stag for Christmas dinner. You had also climbed to the tops of the snow covered trees to show him the view of the ocean from there. You had forgotten how much you missed being around him, the way you two had gone on adventures in the woods, swum in the crystal-clear rivers, and played in the snow when it was winter. You missed Mirkwood again. Mary Beth came over a lot and all three of you went sledding and had snowball fights. You had caught up on your homework (With Legolas's and Mary Beth's help, of course.) and were ready for some more. So it was back to the normal school routine. Oh, and of course the uniforms. You didn't like the uniforms, you preferred your jeans, a tee shirt, jacket, and sneakers to the itchy wool sweaters, pressed shirts, and ties. Not to mention that you had to wear a skirt. You had gotten used to it though, and it wasn't that bad. It could have been worse; you could have been made to wear dresses.

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You pretty much hated Professor Lockhart. You had learned absolutely nothing from him, except to not let Cornish pixies out of their cage, and now he had the whole Great Hall decked out in pink and red. He also had robes to match the occasion. Valentine's Day. Yuck. It was the most sentimental, ooey-gooey, waste of time in the entire bloody universe! The thought of a whole day of the whole planet taken aside so people could express their love to each other was enough to make you sick. Not to mention the ugly gnomes dressed as cupids walking around the school embarrassing students with poems and cards from "secret admirers".

You were on your way to Transfiguration when one of such gnomes came up to you. No, this is not happening, no way. You thought desperately. And not in front of a group of third-year Gryffindors, that was for sure. You started to run, flat out down the hall, Emma and Molly chasing after you, Emma of course, was laughing. You ran past a group of fourth-year Slytherins and thankfully one put a full body-bind curse on the gnome who had been chasing after you. You retraced your steps a few paces and thanked them.

"Hold, on we still want to hear what he has to say." Says one of the boys, snickering. You turn back with a groan.

"As a matter of fact, I do to." Chimes in Emma cheerfully, and you glare at her. Adrian Pucey, one of your fellow Chasers on the Slytherin Quidditch team steps forward and whispers something in the other boy's ear.

The boy frowns, but mutters, "Fine." He leads you down a deserted passageway and Adrian falls in step with you along the way.

"I had one approach me today too, and it was really embarrassing." He scratches the back of his head.

"Thanks for telling your friends to curse it." You say quietly.

"Yeah well, Slytherins stick up for each other, ya know? Daniel just wanted to hear what it had to say, one tackled him on the way to Charms class."

You nod your head, wondering what doom awaited you once you entered that empty classroom. Miles Bletchley and Lucian Bole were also there, so in all five sevenths of the whole Slytherin Quidditch team would hear an embarrassing lovey-dovey poem addressed to yours truly. Adrian's friend Daniel led the whole group, with a total of six people not including you, into the empty classroom. They set the gnome in the center of the room, positioned you facing him, and unfroze the faux cupid.

"I wrote your name on a piece of paper, but the wind took it away. I wrote your name in the sand on the seashore, but the waves washed it away. So I have written your name in my heart, and here it shall forever stay." When he was done you just stared at him. So did everyone else in the room. Then he walked over to the door, stood on his tiptoes, turned the doorknob, and let himself out.

Daniel cleared his throat. "Well." That shook you all out of your stupor and everyone began to leave. That wasn't ridiculous or mushy at all. That was one of the sweetest things you had ever heard. You wondered who had sent it.

The rest of the day you floated on air, and you didn't even care that the teachers assigned extra homework because they were in a bad mood. You had never felt like this before, but you kind of liked it. You didn't get many compliments being a Slytherin, and when you did and they weren't sarcastic, it really made you feel good. This however, was a whole new level of good. Somebody actually took their time to write a poem (or if they were a Slytherin, probably made someone write it for them), give it to the gnome, who recited it to you. Most people just didn't do that.

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When all the Chamber of Secrets business was done, you were relieved. You didn't like the sound of a big Basilisk roaming around the school much, so you stuck around in large groups, not willing to be left on your own. You were often with Molly, Mary Beth, and/or Emma. But since you three were all in different houses you often got separated. Draco seemed to notice this and invite you around with him and his friends often, to which you and Blaise seemed to get along, however you and Pansy did not. You all sat together on the train ride back home, and Tundra spent the whole time yowling at everyone except Draco.

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Get to know me tag!

1. What is your full name? Kate Louise Bishop

2. What is your nickname? I don’t really have one but my family call me Katie (don’t call me that without permission please and thanks)

3. What is your zodiac sign?  Virgo

4. What is your favourite book series? The 5th wave (although I despised the ending)

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Nope

6. Who is your favourite author? I’m quite unsure, I’ve never read more than one series by an author that I’ve enjoyed

7. What is your favourite radio station? Heart FM

8. What is your favourite flavour of anything? Strawberry and/or vanilla

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Amazing- which I probably don’t realise I use

10. What is your current favourite song? You are not a robot - Hoodie Allen / Run Wild - Jon Bellion

11. What is your favourite word? Epoch (a short period of time) / Sonder (the realisation that each passerby’s life is as complex as your own)

12. What was the last song you listened to? Tumblr girls - G-Eazy & Champagne and pools - Hoodie Allen

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? 13 Reasons Why

14. What is your favourite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Any Pirates of the Carribean 

15. Do you play video games? Eh

16. What is your biggest fear? Losing everyone I love

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? My confidence

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I’m possibly that little bit vain and very forward

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? I have two cats but I’m always undecided on this question

20. What is your favourite season? Summer

21. Are you in a relationship? Yes

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? Having literally no responsibility or work

23. Who is your best friend? My friend Lucy

24. What is your eye colour? Greenish Brownish

25. What is your hair colour? It's like a blondish ginger

26. Who is someone you love? My dad

27. Who is someone you trust? My step mum

28. Who is someone you think about often? I think quite a lot about my cats, but they aren’t really human

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? Sleep

30. What is your biggest obsession? Sleep

31. What was your favourite TV show as a child? Apparently Fireman Sam

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My boyfriend 

33. Are you superstitious? Nope

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Kate Moss and Michael Jackson

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Both

36. What is your favourite hobby? Reading

37. What was the last book you read? Angels and Demons by Dan Brown

38. What was the last movie you watched? National Treasure

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? I played the trumpet when I was little

40. What is your favourite animal? Hamster

41. What are your top 5 favourite Tumblr blogs that you follow? Eh

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Mind reading

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? In my room

44. What makes you smile? That’s a very open question

45. What sports do you play, if any? Badminton

46. What is your favourite drink? San Pellegrino

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? A long time ago

48. Are you afraid of heights? Yes

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? People who don’t wash their hands after the toilet you filthy animals

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Yes

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? No

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? A vet

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? The Hobbit

54. What is something you worry about? Mostly just my existence meaning absolutely nothing, jokes. I worry that my boyfriend will leave me for someone better.

55. Are you scared of the dark? Yes

56. Do you like to sing? Yes

57. Have you ever skipped school? No

58. What is your favourite place on the planet? This woods a little over from my town that leads onto a beach

59. Where would you like to live? Canada

60. Do you have any pets? Yes, two cats called Tia and Teddy

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night owl

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunsets

63. Do you know how to drive? No

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

65. Have you ever had braces? I still have them

66. What is your favourite genre of music? I like a lot of different music really

67. Who is your hero? I don’t really have one

68. Do you read comic books? No

69. What makes you the angriest? Lies

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? Real book

71. What is your favourite subject in school? Art

72. Do you have any siblings? Yes, a younger brother called Matthew

73. What was the last thing you bought? A load of movies

74. How tall are you? 5ft 6

75. Can you cook? Yes, I make a great pasta bake

76. What are three things that you love? My friends, EDEN, Hamilton

77. What are three things that you hate? Almonds, blue cheese, that music that sounds like white noise wtf

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Female

79. What is your sexual orientation? Bisexual I think

80. Where do you currently live? A small seaside town in England

81. Who was the last person you texted? My mum

82. When was the last time you cried? A while back IDK

83. Who is your favourite YouTuber? Phillip Defranco

84. Do you like to take selfies? Yes

85. What is your favourite app? Snapchat

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Love my dad, I don’t trust my mum as much as him

87. What is your favourite foreign accent? Italian

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? The Northern Lights

89. What is your favourite number? 36 or 7

90. Can you juggle? Slowly

91. Are you religious? No

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? Outer space, we’re not even an inch of a way to exploring it all

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Not really

94. Are you allergic to anything? No

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

96. Can you wiggle your ears? No

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? Quite often

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Beach

99. What is your favourite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? “If he hurts you, come tell me straight away. Pretty sure gangsters live next door” - My Dad

100. Are you a good liar? When I need to be

101. What is your Hogwarts House? Hufflepuff

102. Do you talk to yourself? Sometimes

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Bit of both

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? Sort of

105. Do you believe in second chances? Yes

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Search through it and find out who it belongs to

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? I did, I was a bitch once, so yes

108. Are you ticklish? Oh my god yes

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yeah

110. Do you have any piercings? Yes, just my earlobe, nothing crazy

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Ben Parish, my lord

112. Do you have any tattoos? No

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? To not care what others think

114. Do you believe in karma? Yes

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Neither

116. Do you want children? Yes

117. Who is the smartest person you know? Of my age, a guy called Jamie

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? Any time I’ve said “you too”

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yes but never again

120. What colour are most of your clothes? Blue/White

121. Do you like adventures? Depends on where we’re off to

122. Have you ever been on TV? Nah ah

123. How old are you? 15

124. What is your favourite quote? “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it”

125. Do you prefer sweet or savoury foods? Sweet

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the trash saga of flynn and lucy: xi

y’all think i’m joking about literally never doing anything else in my free time now than writing about these idiots. i am not joking and i also need help. so after a few chapters of once upon a dream, have some more of the one the only the trash saga of flynn and lucy. ao3 here.

There is a long and horrible silence. Then Lucy says, “What? Carol? Carol Preston? As in, my mom Carol?”

“I have no idea.” Wyatt blows out a breath, looking hounded. “I mean, considering we still don’t know what happened in the present, it could just be some kind of weird coincidence. Why would your mom be here, and in charge of the Rittenhouse meeting? It would mean – ”

He stops. It occurs to him that he might not want to spell out exactly what this means, with Lucy looking stricken and Flynn looking murderous (so, Wyatt thinks, how Flynn usually looks). Still, though, the question cannot be ignored, especially given that Rittenhouse has a time machine that would theoretically allow them to bring anyone they damn well pleased to their evil pow-wow. Wyatt wants to say that it’s possible he misheard, just to spare Lucy’s feelings, but he knows he didn’t. Jesus, is this why Lucy doesn’t exist in the future, why her mom’s side of the family seemed to have mysteriously vanished? Because Emma dropped in with the Mothership, picked Carol up as a young woman before she had Lucy, and then took her – wherever? That can’t be all of it, though, since they discovered that Lucy had been erased in the present before Rittenhouse got the Mothership. Unless it doesn’t matter, because it still would have already happened by 2017, hence it would affect her anyway? Either way, Carol’s apparent presence here is significant, but there’s no way to know if it’s the only factor in Lucy’s corresponding absence there. Fuck. Wyatt hates these sort of mind-bending time-travel problems with an almighty passion. Why isn’t Rufus here?

Right. Because he too is back in 2017, and because Wyatt hasn’t been able to get the goddamn Lifeboat back online, or make contact with him, or send any kind of emergency signal through time at all. So all of this might just be an academic problem anyway.

“My mother isn’t Rittenhouse,” Lucy says at last. “That was my biological father. Cahill – Benjamin Cahill. So the timeline really has gotten out of whack if it’s ended up thinking that she’s supposed to be here. This is a mistake.” She looks appealingly at Wyatt and Flynn, clearly asking them to support her, tell her that she’s right. Begging, almost. “It’s another of the warped side effects we have to sort out. She wouldn’t be here voluntarily.”

“I’m sure it is, Lucy,” Wyatt says gently. “We’ll fix it.”

“Or it’s not a mistake,” Flynn puts in, less gently. “How do you accidentally become an important member of Rittenhouse, even in an alternate timeline?”

Lucy flinches, and Wyatt glares at him. “I don’t know, aren’t you the expert on that?”

“This time, for once, it’s not my fault.” Flynn tips his head at Lucy. “She has quite some story to tell you about John Rittenhouse and everything that’s happened since we went back to the present. Besides, if anyone, we’re getting my daughter back first, as we know she isn’t with them by choice. If Carol Preston is – ”

Lucy’s cheeks are hot. “My mother,” she says vehemently, “is not in Rittenhouse! She doesn’t know anything about this! This is an accident!”

Flynn remains unyielding, arms crossed. “We don’t know that.”

Lucy’s look at him is angry and hurt and guilty all at once. “Are you punishing me?” she asks quietly. “For letting them get Iris? Is that what this is, Flynn?”

Wyatt looks at the ceiling and suddenly wishes very hard that he wasn’t here.

“Believe me, Lucy.” Flynn’s mouth twists in a sardonic smile. “If we don’t get Iris back, your mother will be the least of our worries. But right now, no. I don’t necessarily agree that this is some unforeseen consequence or accidental outcome. If your mother’s here, she’s meant to be.”

Lucy’s cheeks go from red to white. “So you are punishing me.”

“Or your mother’s in Rittenhouse.” Flynn shrugs. “One of the two.”

Lucy looks as if she’s going to smack him, which Wyatt certainly isn’t going to break his back trying to stop. Instead she clenches her fist and whirls on him instead. “Look, I know my mother didn’t tell me who my dad was, but. . . Henry Wallace raised me as his own anyway, we were a family, I can understand why she might want to keep the whole fling with Benjamin Cahill under the table. But if she’s – ” It’s clear that the full and horrible implications of what this might mean are starting to form in Lucy’s head, despite her best efforts to ward it off, and she would give anything for it not to. “If she is, then. . . she would have been lying to me. My whole life. About everything. Would have known all along what I’ve been doing and what I’ve been up against. Does she – has she remembered Amy this whole time? Has she – has she known she was missing, but didn’t care? Because in this timeline she’s healthy, she has her own life back, even if her daughter is missing? How could she – how could. How could she be so. So selfish.”

Lucy almost hisses the last word, bristling like an angry cat, eyes burning feverishly bright. Wyatt reaches out to touch her, but she snatches her arm away, wrapping into herself, and she certainly isn’t about to look to Flynn for comfort, as he is sitting there with an expression half mildly pained, half arrogant I-told-you-so. It’s clear that he doesn’t like seeing her suffer, but he’s also not going to stop or try to shield her in any way from the realization, such as Wyatt’s first impulse is. His bedside manner is, to say the least, completely abysmal. And the guy was supposedly married once. How the hell did that even work?

The silence is hideous and eternal. Lucy presses a hand to her mouth, turning away as if she is about to be sick. Wyatt and Flynn exchange half a look, until Wyatt steps after her and puts a hand on her elbow. At that, Lucy cracks, whirling around and throwing herself into his arms. She holds onto him tightly as Wyatt rests his chin on her hair, exquisitely conscious of Flynn’s dark gaze boring through both of them and unable to repress his usual exasperation with the stupid ass: if Flynn could get over his damn Rittenhouse neurosis for once, and his impulse toward vengeance on Lucy for Iris, Wyatt wouldn’t need to be the one doing this. He’s seen flashes of the other man’s complexity and vulnerability, even more than he wants to at times, but he still has been unable to rid himself of the conviction that Garcia Flynn’s appearance, character, and general outlook on life would be vastly improved by the vigorous application of a brick to the head, repeatedly.

After a moment, Lucy gets hold of herself, biting her lip and pulling away. She looks up into Wyatt’s face, but doesn’t ask about the Lifeboat; she seems to sense that if the news on that front was good, he would have told them by now. She sniffs hard and squares her shoulders. This is the Lucy capable of putting aside personal trial and loss, even crushing ones, in the face of the larger goal – and one which, Wyatt thinks, he and Flynn have both consistently failed at, with their obsession with returning their dead wives to life. Lucy has lost her sister, and she wants her back more than anything, but she’s never taken a moment to be selfish about it, to forget what’s at stake. It’s not surprising that she’s stronger than either of them, and again without meaning to, Wyatt and Flynn exchange half a shamefaced look. Then Lucy says, “You – Wyatt, can you sew him up, please? I did what I could for the wounds, but they still need to be properly closed.”

Wyatt, for once, does as asked without any (or at least many) judgmental glances in Flynn’s direction. He goes downstairs to wash his hands, threads the needle, and pulls the chair up, as Flynn presents his shoulder with an only slightly evil look. Lucy excuses herself, apparently wanting a moment alone to gather her thoughts, and Wyatt works steadily. It’s no different from patching up any other comrade in the line of duty – comforting, almost. He barely even remembers to jab Flynn too hard with the needle. The man does know how to take a punch – or a shot, rather. Like any other soldier, this is far from the first time.

Wyatt can sense Flynn watching him as he stitches, though neither of them seem to want to be the first one to break the silence. Then Flynn says abruptly, “I fucked it up, didn’t I? Earlier.”

“Yeah.” Wyatt could be a lot more blunt about this, but for once, he chooses not to be. “Yeah, I’d say you did.”

Flynn grimaces, with that usual bitter half-smirk he wears, staring off into the distance. “But if her mother is Rittenhouse – ”

“Look. I know this is hard for you to get, but not everything is about Rittenhouse and who is or not in it, all right? Lucy’s already reeling from her biological father turning out to be their creep-in-chief, or whatever he is. Her sister’s missing. She doesn’t exist in the present and we still can’t be sure why. She feels completely terrible about losing your daughter – who no one ever asked her to care for, by the way. She took that on herself. We have no real idea how to boot up the Lifeboat or get home. And now her mother might be Rittenhouse too, everything in her life is a lie, and the person who should have loved and protected her the most is possibly the biggest culprit? Anyone any less strong than Lucy would be a gibbering wreck on the floor. I don’t pretend to understand what it is with you two. You can probably guess how I feel. But if you actually care for her at all, and not just for whatever you think you’re getting from her, then yeah. Fucked up is one word for what you did back there.” Wyatt draws the thread straight, loops one more stitch through the bruised flesh, and knots it off. “If you can stand hearing it from me.”

Flynn grimaces again. “You’re not wrong, cowboy.” He pauses. “Wyatt.”

“Thanks, terrorist. I mean, Flynn.” Wyatt cuts off the thread, gets another, dips the needle in the medicine solution, and starts in on his side wound. “It looks as if you opened these again after the bleeding stopped the first time. What were you doing?”

Flynn raises an eyebrow. “You want to know?”

“No, on second thought, I don’t.” Wyatt concentrates rather harder than he needs to on drawing the tattered edges of flesh together. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” There is, obnoxiously, a faint edge of self-satisfaction in Flynn’s voice, until Wyatt has to remind himself that it would be counterproductive to punch him just now, when they’re finally getting along. If you squint, at least. “You sure you don’t want to – ”

“Yeah. I’m sure.” Wyatt gives Flynn a look to remind him that he is holding a sharp and pointy bit of metal and is happy to prove it. He finishes the stitches, does up clean bandages for each wound, and sits back. “Try not to get yourself shot again, and any plunges into, I don’t know, an open sewer should definitely be avoided. But yeah, you’ll live.”

“Try not to sound so disappointed.” Flynn sits back and looks around the room in search of anything alcoholic that is not the medicine. “I could really use a stiff drink.”

“I could use something too,” Wyatt admits. “I’ll go downstairs and look.”

This he does, managing to purchase three whiskeys from the bartender; the city is still in a good mood from the inauguration, the booze is flowing freely, and he carries them back up the stairs. When he steps back into the room, Lucy has returned, with her eyes only slightly red. She takes the whiskey from him with a murmured thanks, as Wyatt hands one over to Flynn and keeps the last for himself. They raise the glasses in a silent, ironic toast, then drink.

Wyatt’s eyes water as the full impact hits like a fireball; ye olde nineteenth-century moonshine is not pulling its punches, and he is not a novice at this kind of thing either. Flynn, damn him, manages to keep a straight face, though Lucy coughs. When they have all fought down the jet fuel successfully, Wyatt wipes his mouth and manages, “I think Flynn had something to say to you, Lucy.”

Flynn looks startled. He clearly had no idea that he had anything whatsoever to say.

Wyatt clears his throat, and not just from the drink. “Yeah, Flynn. Didn’t you?”

At that, belatedly, the dense motherfucker cottons on. Finally. “Actually. He’s. . . right. I’m. . .” It clearly takes a lot, as this man has rarely condescended to humiliate himself or step down or admit error or uncertainty in his life. “For earlier. What I said about your mother, and all that. I’m sorry, Lucy. I. . . could have gone about it better.”

Wyatt clears his throat again.

“A lot,” Flynn says. “A lot better.”

Lucy bites her lip, looking down at her mostly empty glass. “All right,” she says quietly. “Thank you for saying that. I suppose we do have to find out what the truth is, either way.” She looks at Wyatt. “What you said, about the Rittenhouse meeting. Is it happening tonight?”

“No. Tomorrow. First day of Jackson’s administration. I guess they get together for their douche tea party and start plotting out their evil plots and scheming their evil schemes.” Wyatt throws back the rest of his drink, managing not to flinch this time. “If he’s the one responsible for the Trail of Tears, I’m sure they have plenty more equally wonderful things they want him to sign off on.”

“Yes,” Flynn says coolly. “Because he’s Rittenhouse. Quincy Adams wasn’t. They’re very much looking forward to controlling the top dog again.”

“There’s no way Trump isn’t,” Wyatt says. “Can’t we erase him and do everyone a favor?”

For a moment, he thinks Flynn might actually laugh, but heaven forbid the Slavic Terminator (Eastern European Eliminator?) do that. Instead he just snorts, likewise polishing off the rest of his drink. “Where’s this meeting happening?”

Wyatt narrows his eyes at him. “If I tell you, what are you planning to do?”

Flynn shrugs. This is apparently blindingly self-explanatory. “Kill them?”

“You can’t barge in and kill the entire cabinet of the United States and Andrew Jackson and – ” Wyatt groans. “Yeah. Forgot who I was talking to.”

“My mother is in there.” Lucy looks up, lips white. “You have to let me talk to her. You have to let me find out what’s going on. If it is an accident, we can get her out, take her home with us. If we do, I should return to existence automatically, since she’ll once more exist when she was supposed to in the timeline. If it’s not. . .” She trails off, plainly not wanting to finish that thought. “Never mind.”

Flynn eyes her. It’s clear even to him that he would lose whatever modicum of good standing he has recently regained, if he then immediately suggested killing her mother. It’s less clear, however, that he isn’t at least considering it. Wyatt doesn’t think Flynn will go through with it, even if Carol Preston does prove to be Rittenhouse – but he can’t be sure. If Lucy’s mother has been lying and controlling and misleading her this whole time, Wyatt himself doesn’t know what he’d do, if he had Carol at his mercy, for hurting her so badly. But if he does try to make her pay the ultimate price for her treachery and deception, Lucy will never exist at all, anywhere. Might just blow out like a candle altogether. Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face.

“We’ll think about it in the morning,” Wyatt says at last, wearily. “I’ve got a feeling the day starts pretty early around here. And we’ve all had, to say the least, the hell of one already.”

This is more or less agreed to, though he’s not sure Flynn isn’t going to try to slip out at the crack of dawn, to make sure he doesn’t miss anything. But everyone is starting to fade badly, yawning and exhausted. There is a davenport and a bed in the room, and without anyone saying so aloud, it quickly becomes clear to Wyatt that he is sleeping on the former, and Lucy and Flynn are sleeping together in the latter.  He does his best to swallow his pride and accept this circumstance, seeing as he just opened his fat mouth and encouraged them to reconcile, but it still stings as he watches Lucy hold up her hair for Flynn to unlace her corset. It’s an oddly tender and domestic sort of thing, Flynn’s face intent and almost gentle as he undoes the laces, and for a moment, Wyatt gets how it worked, when he was married. As if Flynn might innately be a stubborn, arrogant jackass, but not evil. Not cruel. That, the mercilessness, the rage, the murder, while it might all be present, isn’t how he prefers to live, or something he enjoys. Just that he’s stoked it so far that it’s the only thing left to burn.

Wyatt rolls himself up in a blanket and makes himself as comfortable as he can on the narrow, creaky davenport. Supposes that if they can’t make contact with Rufus or get the Lifeboat back online, he’s going to have a lot more nights like these. Thinks he’ll stay awake, that it might get too long or too hard to bear, but instead, the instant he closes his weary eyes, he’s gone.

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Lucy doesn’t sleep.

She lies awake on the sagging but comfortable mattress, the quilts pulled up around her shoulders, Flynn’s large frame engulfing her smaller one, and can’t compartmentalize enough to turn off her brain. It’s always a difficulty, as she’s the kind of person who tends to lie awake reviewing the work she’s done, the work she needs to do, her current worries, and everything she did wrong ten years ago, but this is worse. How do you just – turn this off and go off to dreamland? She’s still convinced that it’s a mistake or a timeline twist or some inadvertent or horrible attempt by Rittenhouse to blackmail her. Her mom – her mom. The pioneering history and women’s studies professor at Stanford, the person Lucy always wanted to be the most like. The day she heard the words “terminal lung cancer” was among the worst of her life. Her shock and euphoria on walking back in after the Hindenburg and seeing Carol alive and well, before the horrible realization about Amy set in. She – this – it can’t. It can’t all be a lie. This is an accident. Her mother doesn’t remember Amy. That is the only thing Lucy can handle believing. Otherwise, it is horrible beyond all and any imagination.

Her shoulders shake, despite herself. She’s been strong, all this time. And yet all she gets are these few hours in the darkness, before she has to get up tomorrow, find her mother in God damn fucking 1829, see if Carol even remembers her, or if she’s going to have to face the reality Flynn suggested so untactfully: that her mother is Rittenhouse. If so –

Lucy doesn’t know. Doesn’t know how to even remotely deal with the situation. Her body crunches with a spasm. She chokes back a sob, stuffing her fist into her mouth, so as not to wake Wyatt and Flynn. A voice in her head remarks wryly that now of all times she should get to be selfish, but she’s still so naturally unable to do it. The only thing stopping her from coming completely unglued is that she’s not sure even she can drag herself together again if she does.

It’s then that Flynn shifts against her back. She thinks he’s just changing position in his sleep, but his arm comes down to rest on her hip, and his hand settles lightly on her stomach. It’s not until his fingers start tracing patterns against her skin, his mouth moving to brush a faint kiss against her neck, that she realizes he’s awake, and has been listening to her. Inadvertently she presses back against him, wanting his weight and warmth and size and solidness to shield her, to keep some of the world out. Maybe this is an elaboration on the apology from earlier, as if he knows he still has more making up to do, and has chosen this as the best avenue to do so. His fingers continue to circle on her stomach, until Lucy moves her hand and presses it over his, hitching herself up against him, as his breath catches. Yes, he’s definitely awake.

She takes his hand and guides it slowly lower, as it dips beneath the edge of the insubstantial shift she’s wearing as nightclothes. His callused fingers rough over the soft skin of her inner thigh, and she shivers involuntarily, as he nips at her earlobe and pulls it between his teeth, hot mouth brushing at the underside of her jaw. Their eyes – hers, at least, she can’t see his face – remain closed, half dreaming. His hand skims up the top of her leg and then, as she moves it again, between them.

Lucy bites a gasp as Flynn’s fingers brush across her mound, then split her deliberately, sliding through her silky-wet folds. She presses his hand against her, thrusting, as he moves his other arm to wrap around her, holding her still. His fingers are deliberate and unhurried about their work, playing her clit first, then stroking lower, almost inside her but not quite. She shivers with delicious frisson, bucking back against him with a soft murmur, as he kisses the side of her mouth. Whispers something she doesn’t quite understand, but she gets the meaning. Shh.

She relaxes then, somewhat, as he continues to touch and stroke her, softening and sweetening her, until at last he enters her with a finger, sliding up to the fork of his hand. Once she’s taken that, he adds a second, thumb attending her clit again, working her deep and slow. Her legs sprawl with a rush of weak-kneed heat as she grinds herself back against his hardness; his shirt isn’t exactly comprehensive in the pajamas department either. He continues to explore her as deeply as he can, as she whimpers, pulling at him, hungry for his mouth. Even he is not quite enough of an ass to deny her, and she gets hold of his ear, shifting him around. They kiss deep and slow, wet and soft, mouths open, tongues almost tentative.

At last, he settles back behind her, and finishes his work with a few quick, thorough motions that have her twisting and gasping and clutching the sheet as she comes, seeing stars. He withdraws his slick fingers, hand still low on her belly, as she is seriously tempted to roll over, grab hold of him, and take him down, wants to feel all of him inside her. But he already broke his wounds open once today, and with the release of orgasm spreading in a dreamy soft heat through her body, she can feel sleep coming on, somehow. Wants it. Needs it, desperately.

And so, Lucy Preston settles against Garcia Flynn, and finally lets go.

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They wake, as promised, early. The sun isn’t quite up as they’re getting dressed, Flynn stiff and uncomfortable now that the pain has had a whole night to set in (apparently even he is not as impervious as he likes to pretend, just mostly) and Lucy has to help him into his jacket. He takes back his gun, with a deliberate look at Wyatt, and there is really no point asking what he intends to do with it. She just hopes she can intervene before it turns totally catastrophic.

They set out as the sun is coming up. It takes Lucy a lot of talking, but she finally gets Flynn to promise that she can go in first and try to find her mother, before he blasts in great gangbusters and blows the whole thing sky-high, literally. The Rittenhouse meeting appears to be taking place in a handsome red-brick mansion near the White House, and carriages and carts are already wheeling through the muddy streets, splashing them, as the city wakes to go about its business. When they get in sight of the place, Lucy turns to Wyatt and Flynn. “You two stay here. You’re just, well. You’re conspicuous. There’s no way Rittenhouse won’t notice you.”

Flynn scowls. “And they won’t notice you?”

“John Rittenhouse is still hoping I’ll decide to marry him, remember? If I turn up wanting to attend the big get-together, he’d probably be thrilled.”

“And you aren’t going to marry him. Or so I assume.”

Lucy gives him a cold Really? look.

Flynn shrugs. It’s clear he doesn’t like this plan, nor does Wyatt, but it is also clearly the only way Lucy will get close enough to determine her mother’s status without sending up the entire hue and cry. “Shout,” Wyatt orders her. “Or break a window, or something, if you need us. Promise.”

Lucy smiles a little, despite herself, at the fact that even Wyatt is now able to refer to himself and Flynn as us, that there is some kind of trust, ever so slightly, between this new threesome. It doesn’t make up for losing Rufus, and they still need to figure the whole phone-call-to-the-future thing out ASAP, but for now, she’s glad they have her back. She smiles at them. “Promise.”

With that, leaving the men looking extremely on-edge and clearly counting the minutes until her return, Lucy walks the last block by herself, turns the corner, and sees the carriages converging before the mansion, as the Rittenhouse grandees debark in morning coats and top hats, walking sticks and pinstriped trousers. She hesitates, then pins a smile on her face, picks her skirt out of the city slush, and makes her way toward them, trying to look as if she belongs. After all, she did run away from John and Emma yesterday, and try to stop Emma from stealing the Mothership. If that word has gotten around, there might be some suspicion of her loyalties.

No one, however, appears to feel that it is his place to question John Rittenhouse’s handpicked bride (and you know, Lucy thinks, that’s not creepy at all). Indeed, she is bowed into the mansion by a white-gloved butler, offered a drink from a tray, and –

Jesus Christ.

Lucy jerks, almost spilling the glass down her dress, as she looks across the way and sees – indeed – her mother, gowned in regal burgundy chiffon with mutton sleeves, hair upswept, black velvet choker around her neck, the very picture of a perfect Regency madame. Their eyes lock, and Carol Preston stares at her daughter, completely stunned. Then she sweeps forward, brushes off a servant, takes hold of Lucy’s arm, and pulls her off into the parlor, shutting the door behind them. “Lucy? Lucy!”

“Mom?” Lucy is still too stunned to fully process it. Even with Wyatt’s warning to at least remotely prepare her, seeing it – seeing her mother here, in another time, here with Rittenhouse – whatever grasp she thought she had on the situation, she doesn’t. “What’s – what’s going on?” she stammers, sounding like a little girl. “How are you – how can you be here?”

“How are you?” Carol takes her by the shoulders and looks her up and down. “After what happened in Maryland, I was worried!”

“After what happened in Maryland. . .?” Lucy wants to be glad to see her, wants this to go away and be an accident, but she feels as if she missed a step going downstairs. “Mom. . . we’re in 1829. In 1829. President Andrew Jackson was inaugurated yesterday. Are we really just going to act like we met for coffee in that place we liked in Menlo Park?”

“Are we?” Carol arches a blonde eyebrow. “Honestly, honey, I think this is easier. I thought I might have to explain it all, but – ” she waves a hand. “I can see I don’t have to. You know.”

“I know?” Lucy has never felt as if she knows anything less in her life. “I’ve been erased! The present – I’m not there, I don’t know what – and you’re here, you’re with them!”

“Don’t worry,” Carol says soothingly. “Lucy, it’s going to be all right. Everything is going to be all right. You’re here. You’ve finally come of your own free will, you’ve come to see and hear and listen, and I am so proud of you. Look at you. Look how beautiful you are. It’s almost done, everything we’ve fought for. You were the one who gave us what we needed.”

“Gave us.” Forget missing a step. Lucy feels as if she has plunged through rotted ice on a mountain lake, falling and falling in the dark water, drowning. “Mom, you’re. . . you’re. . . you are. You’re Rittenhouse.”

“Of course I am.” Carol leans in and kisses her forehead. Lucy should feel comforted, reassuring, safe in the bosom of maternal warmth. She feels branded, marked, by something dark and evil. “And I’m more than that. The Prestons have always been all but second in rank to the Rittenhouses themselves. You’re practically royalty, you know. A pure-blood daughter of two of the inner-circle families. And now you’ve finally realized your destiny.”

“No.” Lucy doesn’t even know if she says it aloud or not. Her lips, her mouth, her lungs, her entire body has frozen. “Mom, no. Tell me this is a mistake. Tell me.”

“It’s not. This is the truth.” Her mother gestures at the parlor. “And just the start. Come with us, Lucy. There’s so much more for you here, your talents. And besides, it’s time to see your little friend again. You miss her, don’t you?”

“Fr. . .” Lucy shakes her head like a stunned ox. “Friend?”

Carol Preston crosses the parlor and opens the door to let in a tall, graceful, dark-haired young woman. She looks oddly and horribly familiar, in a way Lucy can’t place. She’s wearing a striped faille gown with lacy sleeves, a pinned broad-brimmed hat, a fresh and lovely demoiselle of about twenty-three. She gives Lucy a demure smile. “So then. It’s true.”

Lucy goggles at her. Opens her mouth to ask. And then, horribly, it hits.

She left 1814 – fifteen years ago – a few days ago. Now it’s 1829.

Iris Flynn has grown up from the age of eight in their “care,” since the day Lucy lost her at John’s mansion. The perfect hostage, the perfect mark, to shape and train and blackmail, for the ultimate and inevitable mission, the sweetest and most diabolical revenge imaginable, for the man who has tried so hard to take them down.

Iris Flynn is Rittenhouse.

Iris Flynn is here to kill her father.

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I’m absolutely delighted to have the awesome Hilary Grossman on the blog with me today. Hilary is such a laugh a minute, which we really need right now, so I highly recommend your check out her books. But in the meantime, come and meet her…

Hi Hilary! It’s fantastic to have you join me on the blog today. I’ve been looking at your website and laughed out loud at your ‘random facts about me’ page! We are actually quite alike. I’m totally obsessed with denim too. But we’ll get to that in a bit. First, I’d like to talk about your books. How many books have you published? 

Hi Suzy!  Thanks so much for having me!  I’m so excited to be part of your blog!  I have published five books. My latest novel, Mom Genes, was published on March 24th.  

Can you tell us a little bit about Mom Genes?

If you like Class Mom and Big Little Lies, you’ll love Mom Genes! This is the second standalone book in my Forest River PTA series. When Claire returns home from a trip to Italy separated from her husband of thirteen years, the imaginations of the Lululemon-clad ladies’ who lunch spin into overdrive. As Claire dips her toes into the dating world one dud at a time will she find the happiness she craves or succumb to the pressure of the mean moms?

Do you have a favourite genre to read?

Yes, I love to read women’s fiction and suspense / thriller novels. 

Beach life

You literally live on the beach (you’re so lucky!), how has this affected your writing?

Oh man!  I have to really update my about me page…. I lived on the beach (in NY) for about fifteen years. However, we moved inland a few years ago.  Living on the beach was a total dream come true (well, except for when Hurricane Sandy tore through and severely damaged my home and community).

There was nothing better than having the opportunity to wake up every morning and see the ocean. I also loved being able to take a walk on the sand when it snowed… My beach town was fairly isolated, which was great for my writing – it allowed me more time to sit with my computer….

What are you working on at the moment?

I’m working on my 6th novel, Mom Boss, which is the third book in the Forest River PTA series and is a standalone prequel to Go On, Girl and Mom Genes.  Mom Boss is the tale of PTA President, Jackie Martin. Readers have always had a love / hate relationship with Jackie, but now we’ll all find out who she really is… Mom Boss is currently available for preorder.

Book covers

Your covers are so much fun! Who designs them?

Thank you so much! Greg Simanson designed the cover for Go On, Girl and Dangled Carat.  I designed all of the rest! Plan Bea and Plan Cee have had several covers over the years, but I love the latest versions.  It was such a huge accomplishment for me to learn how to create my own covers – and so much fun to do!

When did you decide to become an author?

I’ve always been a very active reader and always wanted to write a book. When I was in college and my early twenties, I’d constantly start a novel and then stop.  Then about ten years ago, I read Bitter is the New Black by Jen Lancaster. Until then I didn’t know what a memoir or a blog was (don’t judge).  Her story completely motivated me to stop dreaming and start writing. I began my blog weeks after finishing the book and began work on Dangled Carat soon after.

Do you dream big? If so, what’s your ultimate dream in life?

Yes, I dream big!  My ultimate dream would be to have one of my books turned into a movie, where I could also play a minor character or at least be an extra.

Walk-in-wardrobes

So, let’s talk about your wardrobe! I can’t believe your husband converted his office space into closet space? How did you manage that? Do you have pictures?

He’s a good man… But the poor guy didn’t have much choice. When I moved in with him I moved my clothes in very slowly. As my mom warned, I didn’t want to bring everything at once and scare him… Little by little I started taking over more space.  Soon he was left with a few hangers.  The office wasn’t used much at this point, so it was an easy choice…

This closet was from our old house and I miss it just as much as I miss the ocean view…

You said you’re obsessed with jeans. What’s your favourite style? And how do you like to wear them? What else are you obsessed with?

I’m obsessed with jeans! I love them all.  I have a ton of funky ones – ripped, embroidered, studded, etc. But I also have some very dressy ones.  I’m fortunate; I’ve been the same size forever, so I never throw out my jeans…

I’m also obsessed with my cat Lucy, who I swear is the feline version of me.  And I also LOVE to cook.

Hilary Grossman’s style

How would you describe your personal style?

I’m in week five of quarantine so my personal style is pretty lame. I am living in the same three hooded sweatshirts.  But normally, I have a very eclectic style.  I wear funky jeans on the weekends.  To work, I typically wear skirts and dresses but alternate with being very conservative or funky. Also, I have a cool collection of shoes to liven things up.

Hilary, thank you so much for this interview. It was awesome!

Thank you so much for having me!  You are the best!

Isn’t Hilary fun? She’s one of those people I’d love to meet up and go out for a drink or two! Her book, Mom Genes is ON SALE for the next few days, so do go grab yourself a copy!

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Author Bio

Hilary Grossman is a recovering corporate executive. She spends her mornings and weekends hanging out with her “characters.” She has an unhealthy addiction to denim and high heel shoes. She’s been known to walk into walls and fall up stairs. She only eats spicy foods and is obsessed with her cat, Lucy. She loves to find humor in everyday life. She likens life to a game of dodge ball – she tries to keep many balls in the air before they smack her in the face. She lives on Long Island. Hilary’s website Facebook Twitter Amazon Author Page

I’m talking books, jeans and walk-in-wardrobes with author Hilary Grossman I'm absolutely delighted to have the awesome Hilary Grossman on the blog with me today. Hilary is such a laugh a minute, which we really need right now, so I highly recommend your check out her books.