#these are a lot of nonexistent tags lol

[jasonisntboring]

Sometimes my friends will talk about shows they watch like ‘Owl House’ or ‘The Office’ and they’ll ask me if I’ve watched them and I’ll have to say no bc I don’t actually watch shows like that and then they’ll be like “oh you don’t watch a lot of tv do you?” And I’ll be like “yea actually you’re right”

No, actually, they’re not right bc after every conversation like this I’ve had I remember almost immediately after they’re gone that I do watch tv all the time (or at least I did, not so much after I moved tho) but I’m (re)watching shows like ‘Lalaloopsy’, ‘Voltron: Legendary Defender’, ‘Lolirock’, ‘Glitter Force’ (both of them), and ‘Hoodwinked’ (it’s a movie abt red riding hood and her grandmother and I love it so much and nobody ever knows what it is for some reason)

But, like, those are what I watch w whenever I actually feel like sitting down and watching shows

I know the whole song ‘Revolution’ from ‘Lolirock’ by heart

[no1ryomafan]

I love it when I’m into male orientated series that lack a lot of females only for them to introduce new female characters but then they never get fucking used again- and yes this slightly regards my last post lol.

[misterradio]

i like that the LMW page for the works says "no sources indicate how much of the movie has been produced" bc like. yeah wikipedia says about 10 minutes were made but i have no idea how true that is and there is no source. sad! the wikipedia page leaves things to be desired. (i havent seen it in a while so maybe it has changed)

also on the topic of the works im glad to see in the youtube comments ppl are saying they'd love to see it completed (and with its old style sensibilities too) bc ME TOOOO!!!!! but seeing youtube comments abt the movie isnt enough i wish people would post abt it online where i can see or draw fanart are whatever o__o GRRRR GRRRRRRR RGRRRR GRRR

i'm also glad the person who got the script said they are working to make a documentary of it and collect more images like concept art and stuff because that would be. SO monumentally cool bc as far as i know there isnt really concept art online. just thinking abt it is making me excited WAAHHHAHHAHUHUHUUhh

okay this post got long cuz i figured i'd put this train of thought in one post instead of like 3 okay bye

EDIT: i was somehow mistaken in saying the person who got the script (max) was making a documentary bc i brought it up with him and he said he never said that. no idea who made that comment then LOL

[star-girl69]

Caught You Girl

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: georgia fiercely defends what is hers

also hi new pfp 😝

a/n: sorry for not posting in 10 years lol… shoutout to my wifey @cosmopretty bc she helped me w this 🫶 also the pictures at the beginning are from her…. tbh this fic would not exist without her everyone say thank you! this is also so bad but it’s ok ❤️

Caught You Boy - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: mentions of sex, lots of swearing, that’s it i think but lmk if i missed anything!!

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@/georgiaamoore my girlfriend is hotter than you and smarter than you and just better tbh (anyways happy 6 months my sweet girl can’t believe we kept it hidden for this long)

y/n.l/n it’s sweet that you think so highly of me but i thought you knew… i’m straight…

georgiaamoore @y/n.l/n bloody hell spare me

kamoreaarnold SOOO WHEN WE GETTING YOUR GIRL ON THE LIVE

y/n.l/n @kamoreaarnold wait i’m important enough to be on a KK ARNOLD LIVE????

kamoreaarnold @y/n.l/n GIRL YES WTF??

user-1 OKAYYYY HARD LAUNCH 😍

user-2 WHO STOLE MY WIFE.

user-3 @/user-2 she’s @y/n.l/n and did you not read the caption? she’s better than you

user-4 let me in there 😫😫

user-5 OMG I’m so happy for y’all 🫶

nika.muhl I feel like a proud mother

You are definitely not famous, despite the ten thousand followers that appeared out of nowhere, but your girlfriend and your friends definitely are.

You’ve been sitting on the floor for a few minutes now, KK Arnold’s phone propped up on the low coffee table in front of you, staring in shock at the rising viewers and the comments that pour in faster than you can read some of them.

Your jaw actually drops a bit when the viewer count hits 300.

You’re not famous. You’re not good in the spotlight. You’re awkward and you stutter over your words, you can’t get it out of your head how many people are watching you and analyzing everything you do.

You’re the new girl. The new person to pick apart.

And even worse, you’re Georgia’s girlfriend. And if the fans didn’t know about her official 6 month post, they can definitely see now that you’re more than friends.

Georgia has her arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you into her side- allowing you to feel like you’re hiding away from at least some of the prying eyes as you play with her other hand in her lap.

Her fingers softly work out nonexistent knots at the ends of your hair, and the comforting sound of her and KK’s laughs makes you feel a little bit calmer. You don’t quite forget that all the eyes are there, but they dull.

Another one of the girls here appears over KK’s shoulder, talking to the live, so Georgia turns to you. She presses a kiss to your forehead, keeping her lips there while she whispers softly.

It’s nice not having to worry about keeping your relationship hidden. It’s not like you wanted a secret relationship, it was actually Georgia’s idea. She wanted to make sure you were comfortable and all-in before she introduced you to the world of social media fame.

The one thing that’s not a secret, that’s never really been a secret, is how protective Georgia is.

You joke that it must be something to do with her being Australian, although you don’t really have an idea where that comes from.

She posted a few pictures of you in them, but she never tagged you, and your face was always pretty much hidden- she even posted a picture of the sunset and blocked out your face with her hand, laughing the entire time she did so at how ridiculous it was.

Even though you both knew there was no way she was taking that picture without covering your face.

Georgia didn’t want you to get spooked by how overbearing the fans could be- and she admitted that she selfishly wanted to keep you to herself. But you kinda wanted everyone to know that you were hers and she was yours.

And Georgia was always down for that.

You were trying it. And Georgia was there, at least. And you know you never have to worry about anything when she’s there.

“You okay, princess?”

“I’m fine,” you mumble back, careful not to let your lips move too much so the camera can’t tell what you’re saying.

“Yeah?” She says, squeezing your shoulder, prodding gently.

“I’m good,” you reassure her, smiling. You still feel kinda awkward, and she notices the way you look away from her.

“Are you sure, baby? Because if you’re not comfortable then I’ll end it right now. Or we can just leave altogether. We can grab food, if you’re hungry. Or just go home and sleep.”

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?” Her eyes are wide and concerned, her entire focus is poured onto you. Her eyes rake over your body language, her thumb rubs soothing circles into your shoulder, and your hand is caressed softly by hers.

“Stop spiraling.”

She smiles, squinting at you. “Hah. You’re funny.”

“I know I am. Seriously, though, I’m fine. I’ll tell you when I want to leave, okay?”

She’ll drag you away from this live at the first inkling of you wanting to leave. And even if you want to stay, she might drag you away anyways if she’s decided she’s done sharing.

She blinks for a long second.

“Okay, yeah. But seriously, tell me. Even if-”

“Georgia.”

She presses a quick kiss to your cheek, but when that does nothing to lift your unimpressed frown, she kisses your lips.

“Sorry?”

You roll your eyes, looking away from her as she kisses your cheek yet again, this time letting her lips linger. She’s about to say something, you can tell- probably jokingly beg for forgiveness, but you can’t help but notice KK’s side eye in the camera.

“Yes, KK?” You ask with a smile.

She crosses her arms and pouts. “Some of us are single, you know.”

“Awww,” the other girl coos, wrapping her arms around KK’s shoulders. “Is little KK feeling a little lonely? Does little baby need a hug?”

“Man, get off me,” KK says, still with a pout on her face, eyebrows furrowed. She props her elbows onto the coffee table while the rest of you burst into laughter at her antics. “Anyways. Y’all got any questions or anything?”

Georgia’s arm falls down from your shoulders to your waist, her nails lightly scratching your side.

“Who is the new girl?” KK reads off of the screen. “Y’all so rude, damn. This is Y/N, my new best friend and love of my life.”

You laugh, awkwardly waving to the screen.

“Y/N who are you?” KK reads another awkwardly worded comment.

Georgia makes a face and squeezes your waist, silently telling you that you don’t have to answer.

“Who am I? Um… I’m Y/N, I’m twenty-two, I’m in college right now…” You trail off, trying to think of something interesting to say. “My favorite color is pink?”

“Girl why was that a question?” KK laughs.

“I don’t know what to say!” You exclaim, gesturing to the phone. “There’s- oh, my God there’s 856 people on here. Why are you like really famous? Holy shit.”

“Thank you,” KK smiles, twirling a piece of her hair.

Georgia puts her free hand on the side of your face, angling you towards her as she narrows her eyes at the camera.

“She is also my girlfriend. So don’t get any ideas.”

“Girl, I think they can tell,” KK laughs, gesturing to the way you and Georgia are practically glued together.

Georgia shrugs. “I love my girlfriend.”

“We can tell.”

The comments immediately flood in. Some of them are talking about how cute the two of you are, a few of them are obvious jokes about you stealing everyone’s wife, but the one that sticks out to you isn’t anything like that.

wbblvr552022 THAT is georgia amoore’s gf? does she need her eyes checked 😭

You swallow, but thankfully there are so many comments pouring in that no one else seems to catch it.

“When’d you guys meet?” KK reads. “Oh, Q and A time, guys.”

Georgia immediately breaks out into a wide smile, contagious, one that makes you smile too.

She squeezes your waist in excitement before immediately launching into a dramatic retelling of her seeing you with your friends after a game, then her subtle way of inviting you to the next game in the set, then her subtle way of getting your number.

“And… the rest is history.”

KK laughs at the corny phrase, and you can’t help but smile either.

You lean forward to read more comments. “Oh, Georgia- what is your favorite thing about me?”

Georgia immediately presses her mouth into a line.

KK exaggeratedly turns towards the two of you, waiting patiently for an answer. “Don’t be shy, girly. I’m excited to hear this one.”

“I don’t think I should answer,” Georgia says, grimacing slightly. “Feels like a trap.”

“Well, there’s definitely wrong answers.” You pat her cheek with a smile. “C’mon, give it a try.”

“Umm… everything.”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “I’ll accept it.”

“What?” She asks, her eyes wide. “What the fuck is the right answer, then?”

You press your finger to her lips, shushing her. “Don’t worry about it, babe. You’ll get it one day.”

She rolls her eyes, but kisses the pad of your finger pressed against her lips. You can’t help but smile, wondering if the camera picked up that small movement- but you also find yourself not really caring.

wbblvr552022 is it possible to have a favorite thing about y/n? girl is UGLY

user-1 @wbblvr552022 hey this is actually insane!

user-2 @wbblvr552022 wtf is wrong w u?

You frown.

You can’t keep the look off of your face, you can’t help the sudden tightness in your chest and the thoughts facing through your mind.

Why are they so mean? What did you ever do to them? Are they just jealous? Or are they just right?

Do you deserve Georgia?

KK, surprisingly, is the first to notice your frown in the reflection. Her eyes meet yours, and she doesn’t say anything for a second.

She subtlety covers her mouth with her hand.

“You good?”

You’re really thankful that Georgia has suddenly turned away from the two of you to talk over her shoulder with a few girls behind you. You don’t even know their names, you don’t even care.

You smile in response.

You grab Georgia’s free hand, and she automatically tightens her arm around your waist. You tuck yourself into her, breathing in her comforting scent.

She turns back to the camera, barely even noticing the way you’re tucked into her- she’s just happy you’re touching her. You watch her smile at the camera and feel her squeeze your hand.

“Y/N’s sad?” She suddenly asks. She frowns at the screen, and your eyes widen-

user-1 y/n disappearing into georgia over there 😭😭😭

user-2 @/user-1 GOD they’re so cute i cant

user-3 y/n looks kinda sad tho??

user-1 wait you’re right y/n girl what’s wrong

You make a face and do your best to brush it off.

“I’m just tired.” You swear Georgia can hear the lie. “Thank you guys for worrying, though.” You flash the camera a bright smile and a thumbs-up.

wbblvr552022 GIRL put those chompers away 😭

user-1 @wbblvr552022 HELLO???? YALL SEEING THIS?

Georgia is not convinced that you’re okay. You can tell. She’s kinda tense against you, and she keeps looking towards the door like she’s ready to just throw you over her shoulder and leave.

She tries to meet your eyes, but you’re persistent in avoiding her, instead staring at yourself in the camera. You know that as soon as she looks at you, she’ll see it in your eyes. The bit of doubt you can’t hide.

What if they’re just right?

She suddenly squints at the camera, her eyes narrowing as she grabs it- despite KK’s protest- scrolling up as your heart slams in your chest.

“The fuck?”

The pure venom she spits those simple words out with makes KK stop trying to get her phone back.

“Georgia-” You start, squeezing the hand you’re still holding- she lets go of your hand to hold the phone.

“Sorry,” she mutters, her eyes scanning over the comments.

user-1 nice up close view i see

user-2 you got something in your nose queen

wbblvr552022 break up w your ugly ass girlfriend… cause im bored 🎶

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Um, hey… G?” KK starts, confused and smiling in a slightly scared way. “What’s goin’ on..?”

user-1 who the fuck is @wbblvr552022 and why have they been literally bullying y/n in the chat…

Your heart is beating so fast right now it’s roaring in your ears. Something inside of you just knows that the only way someone could get this kind of reaction out of Georgia is if they hurt you.

And as much as you hate to admit it, your heart keeps snagging on something in your chest. It does kinda hurt, as much as you want to rise above it.

Georgia hands KK’s phone back to her. She turns to you. Fuck.

“You saw those, didn’t you?”

“Georgia,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself. “It’s just some random person on the internet. Yes, I saw it, but it doesn’t matter what they say, right?”

Your words sound confident and mature, and maybe if your voice could have displayed that too then Georgia would have let it go.

But you’re lying to her- and yourself.

It does fucking bother you, it does make you feel like shit- it makes you want to never go in front of a camera again.

“It’s nothing.”

You finally meet her eyes.

Maybe her being this pissed off should scare you, or concern you- but honestly? The fire in her eyes only ignites a fire inside of you. Deep in your stomach.

“It’s not fucking nothing, the fuck? No, no one gets to treat you like that. No one gets to make you sad.”

You put your hand on her face.

“Babe, it’s really sweet that you want to protect me, but you’re just gonna drag it out and make it worse, yeah? Okay? I appreciate it and I love you, but it’s okay.”

She looks away from you, trying to take a deep breath that sounds more like a pissed-off huff, and your heart is still fucking snagging on something-

“You love me, right?”

You blurt it out before you can even think, all small and insecure, chasing her love and affection that you know you have. At least, you should know you have it. But it’s like something inside of you screaming that you just need to hear it, that she loves you, and you know you’ll regret it forever if you don’t hear her say it right now.

“Fuck this,” Georgia says, practically hissing the words.

She sticks her hand out and KK- who sweetly has been doing her best to not listen to the conversation- gives the phone back.

Georgia props the camera up again, angling it so it’s only on her.

“I’m not fuckin’ playing, okay? I don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but I will literally kill you if you keep saying shit about my girlfriend.” She laughs dryly, but everyone knows there’s nothing funny about the look in her eyes and the conviction in her words. “Don’t talk about her, don’t think about her- don’t worry about my girl, she’s good with me. Worry about yourself when I fucking find you.”

She lets the phone fall back onto the table, crossing her arms, and you can tell that there’s still thoughts racing through her head.

KK slowly grabs the phone.

“Well… y’all heard her. I think it’s time to go, though… so, bye-bye girly-pops!”

She presses a button and closes her phone, and you watch the screen turn to black.

“Well,” you start, looking between Georgia and KK. “That was… something!”

Georgia sighs, itching her nose. “Sorry, baby.”

“Excuse?” KK asks.

Georgia barely cracks a smile. “Sorry, KK.”

“So… uhm… what the fuck happened?”

Georgia gestures towards the phone, huffing. “Someone was talking shit about Y/N. Like, calling her ugly, I- fuck.” She takes a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Man, really? I’m sorry, Y/N- I would have blocked them if I saw it.”

You smile. “It’s not your fault, K. And it’s not that big of a deal, really. I mean, it sucks, but whatever. I should get used to it, right?”

Georgia laughs. “No. I am never posting you again. I’m never letting you be in a live ever again. They can’t treat you right then they don’t get to see you.”

KK makes a face that forces you to stifle a giggle. “Okay, Ms. Possessive-and-Controlling.”

She smiles. “Is that a bad thing?”

Your cheeks suddenly feel hot, because it’s really not. And you know Georgia is mostly speaking out of anger- she’s not really gonna keep you hidden from the world of social media. She might, for a week or two, but then she’ll probably forget.

“It’s been a lot of fun, KK, but maybe Georgia and I should go home..?”

Suddenly, she has the biggest grin on her face.

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Laying with Georgia in your comfy bed, wrapped in comfy blankets, shrouded by darkness with her chest as your pillow is probably where you feel safest. Nothing can reach you here. Social media or physical, you’re completely safe in her arms and the darkness.

“Happy?” You mutter into the darkness, smiling as you think of how mad she was just an hour ago.

“I’m really bloody happy, actually.”

“Very long night of sharing me, huh? Poor baby.”

“I agree,” she yawns. “We shouldn’t ever go out again. We should just stay in this amazing bed.”

“Okay, baby,” you mutter with an eye roll, humoring her.

“Y/N,” she says after a blissful moment. You can hear it in her voice. The concern, the hesitation. “I love you. I love you so much sometimes I’m kinda convinced you put a spell on me. Like, it shouldn’t be possible to love someone this much.”

You smile.

“I’ve caught you in my web,” you tease. “But you walked right into it.”

“Yeah, I did,” she laughs. “But I love you. You shouldn’t have to question that. I’m not doing my job as your girlfriend if you do.”

She kisses your forehead.

“All I want is for you to be happy… right next to me, though.”

You sit up, placing your hands on her chest as you swing one of your legs over her waist.

“I don’t have any plans of leaving. Do you?”

Her hands immediately move to rub up and down you thighs.

“Nope. Also, I change my mind. I want you to be happy on top of me. Or under me, I’m not picky.”

You laugh, leaning down so you can kiss her nose. You hands work out knots in her perpetually tense shoulders.

“Always thinkin’ about sex,” you mutter.

“Always thinkin’ ‘bout you,” she corrects. “And fucking you.”

You’re about to kiss her when she suddenly pulls back.

“You’re sure you’re good?”

You smile at her sweet concern for you.

“Yes, Georgia, I’m good. I mean… I felt kinda shitty for a second. Doubting that I was good enough for you- it’s silly. I know I am. And I’m… trying not to care about what they think.”

She brushes some hair behind your ear, nodding.

“You know I love you, right?” She smiles when she says it, because both of you know she tells you and shows you possibly too much.

“I know you love me,” you smile, your lips ghosting over hers. “I love you, too, my basketball star.” You press a kiss to the corner of her lips- then her chin, and you’re about to kiss her neck-

“As sexy as that is, I still want to show you how much I love you. You doubted I loved you today. We can’t have that happening.”

She sits up, and you sit back on your heels, rolling your eyes. “I know you love me. It was a millisecond, babe-”

Her hands squeeze your waist.

“Why don’t you just shut your pretty mouth and lay on your back?” She kisses your neck, that one special place that only she knows to kiss, the place that she found by loving you and now covets like treasure.

A moan immediately spills out of your mouth.

“I can do that,” you breathe, reveling in the way her hands feel as she helps you lay back.

“I know you can, baby,” she smiles. “Be a good girl, now, yeah? Let me love you.”

You’re really fucking glad that you caught this girl.

—-

[jeoncasino]

Prospects | teaser |

Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, my characters are flawed don’t expect them to be perfect.

Warnings: jealousy.

⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist

Minors do not interact.

“So, what are we having today, Mr. Jeon? Will you get me a cookie again?” you teased, looking up at him from behind the counter with those captivating eyes Jeongguk couldn’t get enough of lately.

He smiled sheepishly. “You know you owe me eight bucks, right?”

You gasped. “Hello? You literally beg me to take your cookies!” Pointing a finger at him, you both laughed. Just as he was about to defend himself, a stern voice interrupted.

“Y/n, I can take over if you’d like. Go on your break now.” Your shift manager, Namjoon, appeared beside you, pushing you aside with his hip in a friendly manner, trying to lighten his previous tone. After apologizing to Jeongguk and saying it was your duty to follow your manager’s orders, you left.

Jeongguk was immediately irritated. This wasn’t the first time Namjoon had come between you two, always trying to distract you and take you away from him whenever he had the chance. It was obvious that the man you called your best friend didn’t plan on staying friends forever, and the only one who couldn’t see it was you. The funny part? Jeongguk didn’t know why that bothered him most.

Both men, irritated by each other’s presence, exchanged heavy, intense gazes. Namjoon spoke first. “Your order?”

Jeongguk leaned over the counter, gripping the edges so hard his knuckles turned white. “Pull this move one more time, and I’ll get you fired,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Mr. Jeon,” Namjoon mimicked, “I’m just trying to take your order.”

Jeongguk fumed. “Cut the act, Namjoon. You know you hate that she likes me, even after you’ve tried to throw dirt on me just to get a chance,” Jeongguk stepped back. “Which, by the way, is nonexistent.”

And just like that, Jeongguk broke the moment and walked out of the café.

Author: what do we think what do we thinkkk, yall liked it yall hated it lmkk. if any of you are interested in joining the taglist for these series also lmk!!

This is a work of fiction. The scenes, characters and events depicted are purely fictional and not intended to represent real-life procedures or individuals. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not use this story as your own.

@jeoncasino 2024 ©

[laura1633]

i need to say this somewhere and i hope you won’t mind if i send this “rant” here. bc this is just a stupid smut pet peeve that i let annoy me so much.

but anyway every time i go to the lestappen tag i get really disheartened bc there is such a imbalance. there is so much bottom charles and omega charles and charles being loved and worshiped and i honestly wouldn’t mind that at all but the number of fics where max gets the same are pretty much nonexistent compared to charles-centric fics like there are bottom max fics but they get drowned out. pretty much all the popular fics that have thousands of kudos and that ppl recommend to everyone are bottom charles. seriously i saw a rec list once where the few bottom max fics had the fact that they are bottom max mentioned in the same manner as content warnings for some other fics. it was super weird but maybe the person who made that didn’t think it would come across like that.

i know there are lots of bottom max fics (i’ve probably read them all lol) and ppl who like both, like you. i’m happy about the ppl who comment on bottom max fics those fics still get a lot of love even when it seems so little in the grand scheme of things. but i’m just annoyed and a bit confused that it’s so disproportionate. probably bc charles is more popular than max and bottom charles has gotten so popular ppl are inclined to it and it's "safe" and gets more love.

then again there’s so much talk about omega max on tumblr and then none of that shows on ao3 weirdly. (except maybe on the maxiel side i literally became a maxiel shipper bc i wanted more omega max lol) some ppl on here who say they’re bottom/omega max “truthers” have like several top max fics on their account and no bottom max fics which literally not that deep everyone should write what they want and what they are inspired to write but not practicing what you preach confuses me a bit not gonna lie haha. i’ve written my own fics which are pretty much premises i want to desperately read but no one has written them (like fine i'll do it myself) and i've gotten a good response but i’m a slow writer so i haven't written everything i want to write. thank you for everything you’ve written laura!

I don't mind at all anon, I have added your second ask too <3 Sorry this ended up being a lengthy reply. I love that we can yap about the bottom or omega Max agenda though 😂

I started writing maybe about two years ago and at the time a lot of the Lestappen stories were definitely bottom Charles and omega Charles. I started writing because a little bit like yourself there was some stuff I wanted to read that didn't exist so I just wrote it myself. At the time I had no clue how to write but I have hopefully improved over the past couple years! I was just desperate for there to be some more soft Max or Max being looked after and cared for. I just think Max doesn't get enough love and there can never be enough fics where it's pointed out just how hot he is!

I also like the idea of sexy, hot alpha Charles and think it's fun to not always see him in that 'babygirl' role if that makes sense. Although I can see why he ends up in that role a lot, he is also very pretty

I used to read a lot of Maxiel for the same reason as yourself, in fact I do still read Maxiel because of that reason and also because there are some very talented writers writing it. (although I also think of Daniel as being quite omega like!)

I definitely agree that there is a lot more bottom and omega Max within the lestappen tag now compared to a couple of year ago.

For me, I like to swap it around. I like to write soft alpha Max and even bottom alpha Max. The main thing for me is that the dynamic works for the story I want to tell. I have started leaning more towards omega Max though because I know that there is plenty of omega Charles out there and there are plenty of people who can write omega Charles much better than I can!!

You are absolutely correct about the comments and kudos thing. Firstly I should say that there are some amazing writers writing some amazing bottom and omega Charles fics that deserve all the love in the world and I am not for one second suggesting that they only have so many responses because of the dynamic but (at least to start with) I found that my omega Charles fics got more kudos than the omega Max ones. That might have just been a coincidence but when I start writing a story I know it will get more attention if I write it with the omega Charles dynamic. I'm not for one second suggesting that that is what people are thinking about btw, it's just a fact I have noticed with my own work. These days I just write what I like and hope some other people like it. If I ranked my fics by kudos they definitely wouldn't be in quality order so I don't worry about that now 😂

Like you have said, everyone should write what they like as it's all for fun. I am just glad there are other people out there reading and writing bottom/omega Max or even just Max getting the love and attention he deserves.

I will read top Max and I enjoy top Max. The only Max fics I don't like are where the writer clearly doesn't like Max and is making him unnecessarily aggressive or just making him the butt of the joke in a mean way. I prefer to read Lestappen when I can tell that the writer likes both of them if that makes sense (obviously people have a favourite but that's different. )

The content warning for the bottom Max fics made me giggle. I don't know what context that was in as I didn't see the post but it definitely made me laugh. Maybe it needs a content warning because its likely to alter your brain chemistry and you'll not be able to see him topping again 😂

I will always write some bottom Charles and some omega Charles because it just works in certain contexts for me but I have felt myself leaning more towards the other dynamic. Hopefully most people don't mind because there are so many Lestappen writers these days so there is definitely plenty of omega Charles to chose from.

I am shocked there is not more Omega Max x Omega Charles though as that seems to fit quite well.

Sorry, I totally rambled there but I am a huge lover of omega and bottom Max and always will be. I am also a huge lover of Max being treated nicely and softly and getting all the attention and affection in the world.

[kahvilahuhut]

🔍 cynosure status update

i mean. it's also periphery update too though. teehee. feel free to also check out the drawing here!

🤍 New to the story? Check out the (current) wip intros: Cynosure / Periphery

omg it's been a while, hasn't it? haha. i must admit i might have gotten A Bit too deep into some university assignments (+ my thesis). I do sometimes talk about the story on my main, too, but it's nothing that important for the story itself, mostly just some fun facts about the characters, which means that most of the development I've done is in my brain. Or is nonexistent or something. ANYWAY! Here's a status update to tell what has been happening lately! Might actually make this into something I post every now and then.

In this status update I'm going to talk a little about how it's going with the story, overall thoughts, plot/character changes and some things you can expect during next few weeks (hopefully). I'll put it all under the cut to keep this short on the dashboard 🥰

Like always, if you have any questions about the story, feel free to send an ask - I'll always be happy to answer 🤍

overall thoughts

Right now one of my top thoughts is honestly debating whether i want to, like, actually write this somewhere as a nove, or whether I should do it as a graphic novel or something. That said, if I do go with the latter, you can still expect writing bc I like to write things out to plan them. Or vise versa make some kind of sketches for writing. My brain works in a weird way, I know lol

I have been doing some worldbuilding (specifically for the story AND something for the overall story world that I have). Let me know if you'd love to hear some things I have thought about!

I've also been doing some research about *checks notes* Boston, MA. Because that's where most of the story happens :^) Though it happens in 2200's so I still have lots of room to change things around.

Definitely thinking about adding more dark/horror stuff in the world as a whole bc there's been, like, a climate crisis. AND people do interplanetary traveling. Stuff like that ought to lead to some fucked up stuff. Especially when there's megacorporations involved. Cynosure wise there's going to be something, especially in Periphery, happening to one of the main characters. 👀

plot/character updates

(that have happened lately, at least)

One of the pov characters kind of got a name update! Tobias's first name has been changed to Ripley, and it's what most characters will probably referring to it as. That said, some characters (+ itself) will refer to it as Tobias bc that's its preferred name that's somethings its friends and wife call it

Another pov character (Samuel) got an interesting change of backstory, some tweaks in personality, and its plot-revelant actions have changed a little. Sammy's changes has thus made some already existing things I've posted on here non-canon.

Slowly finally putting together what I mah want to have in Klara's chapters and it's sooooo exciting.

Polished some things about the plots, especially the different parts of the acts <3

Got more thoughts about the project itself (or, well, what it should have). That also means I need to look more into pharma research or something. Very interesting...

Overall, lots to think about and lots to research about.

things to expect in next few weeks

(that is, if I won't drown in university assignments or something)

I've had some ideas for little stories that would be happening before the story, to show more information about the characters and the story itself (like what happened in the original project). Or maybe just some fun parts of characters' backstories. So I may post something if I manage to write it!

Some more character introductions + pov character post. Might make a "tag yourself" meme. Or a powerpoint wip intro

Something else, maybe? If you have an idea, let me know!

taglist (interact with this post if you want to be added or removed!)

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@antoncrane @kk7-rbs @void-botanist @the-inkwell-variable @artbyeloquent

[merlinunderpressure]

hi hello saw your mention of phantom limb syndrome for Sebastian and I'd love to hear your thoughts~ (fellow supporter of Seb got the phantom limb pains like he had LEGS at one point)

YESSS ABSOLUTELY OMG I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Obviously first off, the legs and current lack thereof, my thoughts immediately drift to how he lost them in the first place, since most of the other effects of the experiments seem additive? I imagine that it's more like the vestigial pelvic/leg bones found in whales. Maybe in the process of growing the tail and all the new bones involved his body started cannibalizing (for lack of a better word) the calcium from his legs? Which would essentially give him osteoporosis from the waist down which would cause a LOT of pain when walking, and start a cycle of avoiding walking until his leg muscles atrophied, making it harder, so on and so forth until they're completely unusable and wither away.

This was undoubtedly an extremely drawn out and painful process, especially at first, but since he's noted to be extremely agile and fast I think he'd have taken to using his snake portion and learned to slither to compensate as soon as it was possible to do so! Even though this would obviously reduce the strain, the ambient pain would still persist, even after the legs were fully gone because brains are funny and will enforce "normalcy" even if that means fake pain in nonexistent limbs :(

I also headcanon that the extra arm was originally part of a pair- just because of the fact that all of the DNA that was part of the experiments has bilateral symmetry*- and that it was amputated either due to an accident during the handyman work they had him doing, or an... "Accident"... so there's a decent chance of more phantom limb syndrome there. (I'm not going to include details in this post, but if I follow up with sh headcanons they'll be tagged and under a readmore)

*obviously we don't know what the redacted portion is for certain, but I think its the same thing that gives extra eyes to the angler variants and Pandemonium.

I absolutely could go on about the neurological effects of these new different body parts and his adaptations to them but for the sake of keeping this post cohesive and wrapping it up I'll have to do it another time lol

[rkmoon]

Writeblr intro! (Let's do this right this time)

Hallo! I'm Revan. 25. A he/him enby. Living in the Philippines. AuHD. I'm a writer, (sometimes a) digital artist and microbiology student. I have a lot of writing projects (some of them fanfic but shhh) and I am flirting the idea of serializing them somewhere on the internet soon, so you may read them someday! Please don't feel scared to talk to me or tag me! I love talking. If you give me a chance I'll never shut up jhfbjhbfjbf

One of my goals is to be a prolific writer and if I start listing down what Im working on it'll be too much information haha so let me just say what projects are kind of close to finished right now.

(I write queer speculative fiction btw. If it ain't queer, I didn't write it lol)

My works

Project Shapeshift

Genre: Queer, Contemporary Drama

Length: ~30K (Could become longer)

Status: Draft 2 Ongoing

Tag: #projectshapeshift

Ariel Reyes hasn't been happy in a long time.

As a university drop-out working under a terrible boss, his life had been filled with work, work, and working even harder to please Gina, his live-in girlfriend. When Gina tells him she wants to move in a better apartment, he decides to find a second job to pay for it, even though he already felt drained to the bone. On a moment of weakness on the death anniversary of his mother, he prays to the agimat she had passed onto him for strength, only to wake up baffled in the morning, for he had gained the ability to turn into a woman.

One might think it would have be disturbing, but instead it was... refreshing.

And so it kickstarts Ariel's journey into finding their true self, rekindling old dreams, and turning his life around to grasp at their own definition of happiness.

Project Heartless

Genre: Queer, Dystopian Fantasy, Horror

Length: 118K

Status: Draft 3 - Waiting for Beta

Tag: #projectheartless

The Heartless are empty of morals– just as nonexistent as their heart.

That was what Rainier Sandoval had been taught at an early age. As an Inner City dweller, the barbarism in the Outer District, where the Heartless thrived, was hard to imagine. But when his own heart was stolen and crushed on his twenty-fifth birthday, he was exiled to that very place, forced to see for himself.

He had thought he was prepared, but the expectations were so horribly different from the reality. Conspiracies were afoot, and the more he stayed in Outer District, the more he realized he had been lied to his entire life. 

The monsters he was taught to fear might be Angel City's only hope against threats lurking beyond its borders. In a twist of fate, they might also be Rainier's only hope against his own inner demons.

(I will be adding to this intro as new projects come up! :D)

[giaffa]

Get to know me tag

I was tagged by @bich-the-moss, thank you! 💖 (and sorry for the late reply, I forgot this in my drafts 🙈)

Do you make your bed?

Yep, every morning.

If you could, would you go back to school?

I'm very fond of my high school memories but I wouldn't go back to waking up at 6:30 am every day. Hell world.

Can you parallel park?

Nope 🙈 I have a driver's license but I haven't driven since 2019.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I did one year of civil service to help the local associations of ex-partisans and ex-deportees digitalise their archives. I had the opportunity to interview a survivor of Auschwitz, and an old partisan who fought in the Italian Resistance during ww2.

Do you think aliens are real?

I think there's a good probability that we're not alone in an infinite universe.

Can you drive a manual car?

Theoretically? My driver's license says I can. In practice? Not driving for 5 years will make you forget everything.

What is your guilty pleasure?

You can do whatever you want forever and there's no guilty pleasures.

Tattoos?

I have a tiny treble clef tattoo on my wrist, I made it with some ink and a needle when I was 14 to match with some friends lol

I'd love to have more tattoos, but I'm always saving money for concert tickets.

Do you like puzzles?

I get easily bored with puzzles and board games, and my competitivity is almost nonexistent, so they're not all that fun to me. I enjoy them just if the shapes/colours feel interesting.

Any phobias?

I have arachnophobia but the problem isn't the spider, it's the web. With spiders in general my fight response kicks in and I usually get rid of them, but if I see a spiderweb (or something similar like processionary caterpillars) my flight response skyrockets off the charts.

Sometimes I also get anxious if I have a lot of physical mass over my head, like in caves or at the ground floor of a very tall building. It's not claustrophobia or speluncaphobia because I'm completely fine with tight or dark places, it's more similar to thalassophobia (which also gets to me sometimes).

Favorite childhood sport?

Fencing! I took a junior fencing class for 2 years when I was in middle school and it was super fun! I would've loved to keep attending but it was too expensive and the instructor was the most annoying person I've ever met.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A witch. I was convinced it was a legit career path, and tbh maybe I was right.

Do you talk to yourself?

Sometimes I do, but I usually prefer to sing or talk to my plants.

What movies do you adore?

Viktor und Viktoria, The Prestige, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Orlando, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

Coffee or tea?

Tea <3

Favorite color?

Red + black + purple combination my beloved ❤️🖤💜

no pressure tags: @curiouscalembour @valleydoll777 @the-paisley @hurdygurdywizard @kissingmonsters @velvetlinedbox @mirillel @sleeeepy-demon

[illarian-rambling]

Wine - How do they act when drunk? & Blush - Who flusters them most? for the tag game! (Feel free to pick just one, I'm just too indecisive to live lol)

So I did one of these for drunk Djek. The only other character I've written drunk is Sepo, so let's do him!

Drunk Sepo wants MUSIC. In the scene I wrote, he's absolutely enthralled by a jazz quartet in a dive bar. If he had his tongue and karaoke was a thing on Illaros, you already know he'd be rocking that shit. This effect only gets worse as the night goes on, though given how tall he is, it takes Sepo a while to get properly shitfaced.

Along with gravitating towards music, three things happen when Sepo is truly drunk. One, his handsigns get pretty loosy goosy, and he forgets some Janazi (it's a second language), so communication is mostly guesswork. Two, he gets clingy. Sepo is not the one to go gallavanting off on drunken escapades (that's Astra's tendency). He will stay within arms length of you at every moment. Three, he gets incredibly overstimulated incredibly quickly. Siren super hearing and darkvision plus a crowded bar don't mix on the best of days, but especially not when alcohol is involved. He usually finds a street corner to sit on and Izjik usually goes with him so he's not alone. The morning after, his hangover bitchiness is on another level.

As for getting flustered, Sepo isn't the type for that, so let's talk about Mashal.

Mashal is a very easily flustered person about a lot of things. He's a little glad robots can't blush because anything suggestive, mildly embarrassing, or frustrating would put color in his cheeks. The one person who flusters him the most is, of course, Astra.

Mashal is in love with Astra. He has been for a long time, though he only realizes this in book 2. Her bravado and compassion set his nonexistent heart pounding. Every inappropriate metaphor, or excited story, or quiet reassurance keeps him up at night more than any mechanical sleeplessness. Even the half-mad way she squints while focusing on a project makes him short of breath he lacks. Mashal is deeply in love, and he knows he can never be with her. She deserves more than he can give with his dangerous paranoid instincts and metal body. She deserves someone who can fall asleep beside her, who can feel her kisses, who can truly promise that he'll never hurt her. And Mashal will never be that man. So he hides his feelings (not well, but Astra is the queen of obliviousness) and tells himself they'll go away. He'd rather be her friend than frighten her off with an unrequited confession. Even so, every move she makes leaves him utterly flustered.

Thanks for the asks! I always end up on a tangent when I talk about Mashal and Astra, but whatever. Hope you have a bitchin night <3

[jikuere]

I don’t yap or talk much on here because this is just my AOT art archive but trust I am actually crazy and insane about ReiEre 😂 Most of my rambling is on twitter. I love them a lot!!!!!!!! Unfortunately not only is it a rarepair, but the dynamic I only like aka top Reiner x bottom Eren is the least popular so it’s hard,, but I am nothing if not determined for more food of them lol. I feed myself… I kickstart the ReiEre Renaissance… The shock on my face when I was tagging my fics and the “top Reiner x bottom Eren” relationship tag was nonexistent compared to its counterpart so I’m literally the first and only person to use it LOL.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC in fifteen

Thanks @garthcelyn for the tag!

Rules: describe an OC in fifteen lines of dialogue or less that gets their essence. Use as little context as possible, but you can include that if you want

Tagging @gracehosborn @theeccentricraven @little-peril-stories @little-mouse-gardens @blind-the-winds @thepeculiarbird @jessicagailwrites @andyswritings @writernopal @theelfauthor @jamieanovels @frostedlemonwriter @televisionjester @teawitchy @ayzrules @toribookworm22 @jezifster or anyone else who wants to join in!

Already did Lexi and Robbie!

Noelle Bishop (TSP)

“Anyway, I’m not gonna do anything to Ash in social studies.. My mom wouldn’t want me to embarrass a friend in class, even out of fun.”

“We should wait a few more minutes,” Noelle continued. “They’re just late. There’s no need to freak [out]—”

“Great,” Noelle said. “A rock. Discovery of the century.” She cupped her hands to her mouth. “Ladies and nonexistent gentlemen! Rose Hernandez found a rock!”

“Well, in a situation in which there is no logic, logically, we shouldn’t eliminate the possibility of that being a portal, and there shouldn’t be any harm in trying if it’s not.”

“Where are we?” Noelle murmured. “My mom doesn’t know where I am.”

“This place is beautiful,” I murmured. “There’s a war going on,” Noelle said.

“A plan would be nice. Ideas are just ideas.”

“Okay, fine. But only if my mom agrees. And I’m out the minute I disagree with the cause.”

“I’m fine,” Noelle said apathetically.

“I’m not sure anything beats cooking with your hands.”

“My people skills aren’t exactly good at telling me what is and isn’t rude. I often just figure it out based on how the other person reacts.”

“Does anyone do anything in this universe?”

I have such conflicting feelings on Noelle, man.

I feel like she's better conveyed in her narration than the dialogue but I feel like this works well enough. Lexi and Robbie are extraverts they were a lot easier to find dialogue for lol

Thought her mom being in three was good enough lol

[susandsnell]

You're so right about Katniss! Her feelings for Peeta always felt like obligation - because he was kind, because he loved her and he deserved to be loved back, because he was what she was supposed to want and she'd be crazy not to - and she had mad vibes with Joanna. (The Katniss thing is also why I hated all of the MCU Natasha ships with guys. She's my second pick after Nina for character I am convinced is a lesbian.)

Thank you so much for articulating all this and sending it my way because I've felt nuts for years reading it this way (+ it's a pleasure to hear from you)! And that's with Joniss as a relatively popular ship, lolol.

I won't deny that him saving her from starving and later all they did for one another during the Games isn't meaningful, but you put it perfectly; the text keeps telling us he deserved to be loved back, he's what she ought to want. It makes a point about why she doesn't owe Gale, but wholly kind of sells us on her owing Peeta. The text makes a point of how Katniss, very realistically, has hang-ups about debt, and how the nature of Panem's totalitarianism is such that all kind acts are viewed as transactional rather than genuine, but then completely undermines this by providing little to no meat to how Katniss' real feelings developed from the ones staged for the Games. It's one of those cases where even if the guy isn't a Nice Guy, there's textual Nice Guying going on lolol. (I do also acknowledge that these books were products of the aughts and queer characters in YA were almost nonexistent, but having recently read Moth Diaries from 2002 which actively engages with comphet, I'm feeling spoiled lol.)

Likewise, the having children thing is like -- I get it, people can change their minds and her not wanting to be a mother was a product of the dystopian society they subsequently rebuilt as well as her own experience of maternal neglect, but given what the real world has always been wrt reproductive rights and just in general treating female queerness/nonconformity as a "phase you'll outgrow"/"you'll find the right guy and want kids eventually", I don't think I'll ever not feel gross about a character who does not want kids eventually ~embracing motherhood~ lmao. It could happen, but when the characters are fictional and hence in the author's control...it feels like propaganda, especially coupled with her repeatedly stating she didn't want a husband. And the quote from the epilogue is literally "It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly." Which. Ew.

Contrast with Johanna, where things felt a lot more organic, less based on a sense of debt and more on some classic rivalry tropes that evolved into a sweet balance between an organic camaraderie and Stupid Sexy Flanders (I mean, the elevator scene? Straight girls do not react like that! "Johanna's motivational insults" and the relationship shift?)

Anyhow, thanks again for the message and sorry for the mini-essay/rant this turned into, haha. I'd be mega interested to hear your MCU Natasha thoughts, though, since your Nina tags were so accurate! (Equally biased because she was an early sapphic crush for me, haha.)

[justfangstvdto]

Open Coffin 2 | Chapter 09 “Between Familiarity and Change"

Chapter warnings: typical tvd/to violence (this time only emotional lol), angst, a lot of dialogue, hurt puppy eyes from Kol.. ouch

Word count: 4640

Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is my lifeblood and keeps the writing coming (eventually…lol)

Open Coffin 2 Masterlist

The dreamlike state you awoke in was far from the pleasantries one hopes for during sleep. A second ago you felt the asphalt on your skin, dropping like a stone, now you stood in a room with no view beyond its rugged, wooden walls.  Animal heads were mounted on four pillars in the middle of the room encasing a circle. The room had a hazy view around the edges as if the world beyond its walls was nonexistent. 

You knew exactly what this place was, yet you have never seen it executed. A Chambre de Chaussee. A magically constructed place to trap the minds with no time and space beyond its walls. And unfortunately, you weren't alone in this dreamscape. 

"Unsettling is it not? To be swept away into this…monstrosity." Klaus spoke from the other side of the room, stepping out under the Wolf figure hung above his head. When he turned to take in your still blood-soaked clothing he had an amused grin on his face. 

"Well, don't you look like the poster child of murder and mayhem?" He snickered.

With a smile saturated in sarcasm, you stepped closer, and with each step, the hatred grew. He left you there in the cemetery after he swore to do the complete opposite. You reached him and punched him square in his self-righteous face without hesitation, knowing you'd feel the same pain inflicted due to still being linked to him.

"I'll give you that one." He said, cleaning the blood trickling from his nose with the back of his hand. You did the same as the linking was still intact. 

"You left me there." Your voice was low, edging into a growl. "At the cemetery. You just disappeared."

He roamed your features for a moment, seemingly taken aback for a second, before his face hardened "No hard feelings, sweetheart. Business is business." 

"Business, huh? You said you get me out of there and I was stupid enough to believe you."

"Need I remind you, it was you who put my brother in danger!" He was seething, the usual Klaus showing his face again. 

"And it was me getting him out of it, despite knowing better!! How many times do I have to help, for you to let me off the hook?" 

"Perhaps there isn't a way for you to get off the hook!"

"I should just-"

"What hurts me hurts you, love. Have at it." He smirked, ready for a fight if you wished for it.

"Children, please." Elijah cut in, stepping out from behind his pillar. His timing was impeccable as always, which was a step up from the dishevelled state he was in. No suit, no clean-cut beard. They - his own family no less- sure did a number on him.

"You of all people should know what it's like in there with these two lunatics," you said to him, mirroring the dimmed look he sported. In a way, this version of Elijah felt more real than the suit. Maybe it's like a snake shedding its skin.

"Lunatic, my my" Finn appeared strutting through the wooden door at the helm of the room "You wound me." 

You involuntarily jumped upon hearing his voice, your body's natural response winning over your resolve, much to your dismay. 

Of course, Finn saw it too.

"No need to be afraid." He said etching away at your confidence with the way he enjoyed evoking fear. If asked he would still pretend that was the case. 

"The last time I saw you, you cut me open with a butcher knife." And bled you out like a slaughtered animal, only to do it again the next day. Not to mention Esther's mental torture.

"If you would've simply cooperated, I would've not resorted to measures quite like it." He shrugged. 

"It was all for nothing anyway. You didn't find out what these two are hiding." You looked at Klaus and Elijah, making sure not to linger each too long to not raise suspicion. You hoped they'd realize what he was trying to do. At least by speaking it out loud now you have beaten Finn to the punch. 

"However big or small. " You made eye contact with Klaus this time, pronouncing the word small with extra meanings, and you saw he understood "This secret is no concern of yours. And I intend to keep it that way."

Finn contemplated your answer and was ready to speak when Elijah stepped further into the circle. 

"Brother." He forced a welcoming smile "Why have you brought us here?" 

"Brother." Finn let out a huff "You cannot even hide your disdain addressing me as such!" His outburst would have been somewhat comical, if not for the fact he collected himself as quickly as he lost his temper.

The brothers resorted to a back-and-forth of interrogation and slide comments, all incredibly uninteresting to you. You've heard it all before. Instead of watching them, you took the time to look at the animal heads more closely. Representational magic was a fickle thing. One misrepresentation and the entire room ceases to exist. Finn had to have made a mistake somewhere, you were sure of it.

He chose a wolf and stag for Klaus and Elijah respectively, but your totem coaxed a chuckle out of you. The animal's proportions were off by a lot, but it made it all the more imposing. The black shell had a sheen to it as it hung there flat above you almost life-like. Only its sting was curved towards you, threatening its poisonous power to whoever was the beholder. 

"The Fox and the Scorpion? Very funny." You chuckled, pointing at the scorpion and the fox totem on the other pillar next to it. Why did he have a fox totem if Kol was not even remotely close to being here?

Nevertheless, it was a fitting display even if it was a bit on the nose. You had not pegged Finn for a moral story kind of person. "You know I always thought the frog and the scorpion made more sense. The fox wouldn't be dumb enough to trust the scorpion."

Finn laughed at that, apparently having some sort of inside joke with himself. "Interesting analysis. Does that mean everyone is a fool if they trust you? Even with their life?"

"I think you and I both know the answer to that."

"Indeed. Your nature is irreversible, just like the Scorpion. And your sting drowned the fox simply by existing. Or perhaps that's not true? Perhaps the fox has risen from the ashes, taking on another form."

Finn's gaze shifted to his left, towards the fox pillar.

"Why don't you tell her, Kaleb." His insinuation was clear and it was absurd. Even as Kaleb stepped out of the shadows and looked back at the fox totem above him, you denied it. 

"You're full of shit. First, you torture me and now this? You really want to make an enemy out of me, don't you?" 

"I wouldn't dare." Finn smirked, gave a pause, then turned to Kaleb "Come on now, brother. Tell the truth for once." 

Kaleb wouldn't meet your eye or anyone else's as he stood there. When he finally did look at you, you saw him. Saw him and it was as if the world was imploding in on itself. 

"Darling, I-" He stepped closer, frantically trying to soften the blow. Which, of course, came too late to make any impact. 

You backed away and raised your trembling hand, keeping him away from you. "No."

He hesitated but stepped back, his usually tall frame sunken with defeat. Yet he was still measuring your reaction with interest, hoping he might find the right words to say. To somehow explain weeks of hiding who he truly was. But Finn interrupted before he could think of the next step.

"Well, that settles it for your portion of today's affairs." He said. "We have family business to discuss. No hard feelings" He added, snapping his fingers. All faded to black once more before you could say a thing.

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The church doors opened with a loaded crack as the wood hammered into the stone wall behind it. Kaleb / Kol was still unconscious as you approached the altar,  still stuck in Finn's concoction. 

All of this had to be a cruel joke, something to coax an unkind response out of you. To what end you were not sure, but staring into the possibility that he had lied for weeks was worse than anything Finn could have orchestrated. Surely it was only a ploy for manipulation. It had to be.

You sat there on the church steps for a few minutes contemplating what you could possibly say to him. This wasn't supposed to be the reunion you both deserved. It was supposed to be as grounding as the last piece placed in the puzzle - a victory after failing for so long. But perhaps that feeling of victory was never achievable, to begin with. Perhaps it was meant to be a fairy tale among the harsh reality of existence. 

Kaleb Kol stirred awake suddenly, sitting up with a start regaining focus. He found your eyes immediately and focused on you without a second to spare. A sheepish smile planted on his face, hopeful and freer now the cat was out of the bag. But there was fear in it too, fear of rejection, even remnants of the fear of being uncovered.

Seeing him sitting there you had no idea how the hell you didn't see Kol behind those eyes. The way they would glint with purpose once he spurred into action. The knowledge behind them went beyond the rage and scheming other people knew him for. It was beyond obvious now. The magnetic pull tugging you towards him was proof enough too.

"So it's true. It really is you. I'm such an idiot." You stated, trying to read the expression on his face as it sobered from hopeful into fear. 

What did he expect? For you to run into his arms after he lied for weeks? That's all you wanted to do for years, and now it was finally here under the worst circumstances.

He swallowed, straightened up and stood, pacing the room in short strides. He was rattled to his core. 

"I tried to tell you. And every time I did, it felt wrong." He said, trying to disguise the shaking in his voice "I thought it would be easier to start over. We could've gotten away, without my reputation attached, without my family sabotaging us." 

"It's not that easy." You shook your head. 

"Isn't it?" His focus flickered to your face briefly, before pacing once again "I know you're scared but-."

"I'm not scared I-" 

"Of course you are!" He said, cringing at the way he raised his voice. He settled, and reached for your hand carefully "I was scared too, but I'm finished being scared. We could go right now. Leave all of this behind. Just you and me."

Suddenly, as if someone had placed a mirror between you, you saw yourself as he had at this moment. Covered in blood, dirt and dust-ridden skin. A far cry from your past self. How could he still want to keep going? 

"It's not that easy. I'm not the same person. Not even close." 

Slowly, without much pressure, Kol stepped closer and drew your hand up to his chest and over his heart. Beneath the skin, you could feel the beating of his heart, fast and fluttering like a drum.

"Nothing has changed for me. This heart might not be mine but it beats for you still. No matter what. Please tell me I haven't ruined us." His gaze was pleading and sincere as he held I to your hand for dear life.

It would be so easy to just give in. This was Kol, for god sakes! The one person you went to hell and back for was standing right in front of you. And yet he felt more like a ghost than a person. 

And that was precisely the problem. He was the ghost you were supposed to be. This was always the plan. Get him back even if it takes you to your grave. But you weren't ready to tell him that. You were equally unready to see him standing before you, excusing all he had witnessed from the other side. He would forgive the most terrible sins if they were committed by your hand. 

You shook your head, removing your hand from his grasp. Panic washed over his face and the hand still resting on yours clutched your skin tightly "I can't do this right now."

"Let's focus on dealing with Esther and Finn first. Then we can figure everything else out."

He looked defeated just then but nodded anyway. He knew the time was not right, even if his heart told him otherwise.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not what you wanted." You added, trying to console him.

"What I want is for you not to look at me the way you are now. Like you don't even see me."

Maybe because I don't even know who you are right now. That is what you should've said, instead, you muttered something about the work you both had to do. 

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The walk to the compound was charged with silence and unsaid words. By now he usually would've made you laugh at least a dozen times, perhaps even dragged you into a jazz bar to dance. Now there was silence as you walked next to each other, hands itching to touch as they dragged on with movement. 

It was unbearable. 

The compound was a sight for sore eyes for once, now the objects of ease and not discomfort as it so often had been. The inside was still the same, except for the small table next to the staircase where Klaus was sitting and nursing a drink.

"You're here." He said without looking in your direction. He only looked up when you grabbed the second glass from the table next to him and filled it to the brim with bourbon. 

"However small." You repeated the same phrase from earlier.  "Your secret is safe. We're here to help you keep it that way."

"Despite us knowing better," Kol muttered from behind, leaning against the staircase railing.  

Another drink made its way down your throat, all the while ignoring the quizzical look from Klaus which jumped between you and his brother. 

"Let's get to work." You declared once the moment became unbearable. "How far away is the location?" 

"Far enough," Klaus replied.

"Too far to drive in a day?" You asked, promptly receiving a nod. "Alright then. Warn anyone who's there right now. I'm sure Finn will figure it out in a few days. "

You stood up, slamming the glass down on the smooth table surface. 

Klaus stood up too. "And where are you going?" he asked, a tinge of sourness in his voice. 

"I need a goddamn shower. If you want to leave early, then go. I can catch up." 

"Finn will recuperate after today's events. He will not retaliate. For now. We leave at first light."

"Sounds good." You agreed, ascending the stairs to finally wash all the blood, dirt and grime off. You felt Kol's eyes on you as you walked away, a longing stare that buried itself into your back with vigour.

Klaus noticed this and moved closer to him. "I advised you to tell her weeks ago, have I not? Now see what your lie has brought."

"Because you're the poster child of honesty." Kol snapped back, before letting out a frustrated sigh, "I tried not to be selfish and still I mess it up." Kol uttered, working his jaw loose with the self-hatred that seemingly had embedded itself into his gums. 

"You died for her. You've become the least selfish of us all." Klaus laid a hand on his shoulder, forgetting the fight they had when they last spoke at the cabin. He gave Kol a nod, trying to convey that things will look up again soon. He then fishes out a pair of keys from his pocket and holds them out in front of him. "Your car is in the garage." 

Kol took the keys and watched as Klaus walked away. He stared after him, wondering what the hell happened to the Klaus he knew. Perhaps he had changed finally, or perhaps his adventure in the chambré today had changed him too. 

Kol shakes his head, ascending the stairs too wishing the shower he was about to take could wash this day down the drain. 

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The car ride was tense. And silent. Where there used to be music playing, the sound of wind hollering through the open window, now there was only silence. The disconnect between the pair of you now and years ago was evident. Thankfully, Klaus drove in his own car or this ride would've been even more tense. 

Arriving at Klaus' safe house Was nothing short of awkward. Hayley, Elijah - in the flesh this time- and even Mae greeted you upon arrival. Kol almost dropped dead when he saw Klaus and Hayley's daughter Hope. But he looked grateful despite his shock. It meant that Klaus trusts him enough with a secret like this. 

When little Hope saw you, she reached for your hand as if she knew that you touched her in Klaus' memories. Maybe she has more power than you thought. 

The hours went by preparing the house for an eventful attack. You and Kol both conjured up a few protection spells for the house. First was an early warning system that monitors anyone breaching a larger perimeter. Then followed a refresh on the cloaking spell for Hope, a few more spells to secure the house as best as you could, without even knowing if Finn won't find a way around it. 

By the time the house was somewhat secured, the sun was already starting to set. Little Hope was sleeping and guarded by her parents as well as Mae. Elijah was in the study, no doubt trying to distract his mind with a book. Kol was somewhere resting, no doubt as much in his head as you are in yours. At least the porch you decided to make your home for a while offered a nice view of the backyard that stretched further than the eyes could see. Back in the day, this place was sure a sight to see, with its acres and long stretching paddocks and fields. If not for the impending doom of an attack and the usual problem of not having a moment's peace, this would be a nice place to stay for a while. But alas, no rest for the wicked. And certainly not for the undead. 

The sun had fully set when Kol appeared in the doorway next to you. He was leaning in the doorway, his shirt open to endure the heat, his hair tousled from tossing and turning in bed. 

"Can't sleep?" He asked, looking out into the darkness. 

"Don't even remember the last time I slept." You replied. 

He nods, awkwardly shifting where he stood as he tried to find how to phrase what he wanted to say. 

"If you want we could steal one of the bedrooms and sleep like we used to. God knows we need it." He let out a nervous chuckle as if to soften the blow if you would find his offer to forward. 

"You know I want to just go back to how things were but, I just-" You sighed, breathing out a huff of frustration "What the hell are we doing, huh?"

"Here?"

"Anywhere. I used to know how to make plans and follow through. But every plan I had before coming here failed. Trying to play Esther, Mikael and Klaus, all fell through. I was told there was a war so I came here. I didn't see anything, did you? Which means that we are the ones that cause it. And we don't even know why."

He let out a drawn-out breath of understanding as he sat next to you. So that's what was bothering you, finally, he knew. His shoulders relaxed with that knowledge and hope crept in once more. 

"You don't cause havoc like they do." He said as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. 

"See that's where you're wrong. You don't know this version of me." You shook your head. It was naive to think you would stay the same after the last few years, but he had no clue who you were now. How rotten. 

"Do you think I ever left your side? Even in death, I spend every minute next to you. I would choose every version of you no matter what." 

"I don't know how you could love me the way I am now."

"I don't have a choice, darling. I adore you, and that will never cease to be the case. Even if you decide to send me away."

"I don't want that. I don't want to send you away." You looked at him then, your voice quieter than he was used to and his eyebrows drew together in concern. He timidly reached for your hand, and you let him intertwine your fingers with his own.  

"Can you tell me what's been going on in that head of yours?" He asked gently, without expectation of a reply. He simply needed you to know that he was there, no matter what the future would hold.  

The problem was, how do you tell someone you love that you feel inadequate to the person you used to be? Like a lesser, dented and rotten version of who they once loved. Do you just blurt it out simply? Explain it with as much detail as humanly possible? 

So you told him regardless. And you told him even more than that and he listened to it all. He always was an exceptional listener, even now as you recounted the last few weeks. 

"And the worst part is I'm scared of Finn. My own father locked me in a basement for weeks on time but now Finn is the one that makes my skin crawl. How ironic is that?" You scoffed, looking at Kol. He shared your slight smile. 

He leaned closer, hoping his siblings wouldn't hear him talk "Don't tell anyone, but I have always thought he was off his rocker. Even when I was young, he used to have this hatred about the world. I was terrified of him, and still am." 

"Really? You never told me that."

He looked at you with a sad expression tinted with nostalgia and even regret. There certainly were a lot of things still unsaid. You were never granted more than a few months together before you got separated either by dagger or death.

"There are a lot of things still unsaid I imagine." Kol said, sharing your train of thought, "Even though we've loved each other for a century, we're still getting to know each other. Our time was stolen over and over again. But I meant what I said in that church. No matter how bad you believe to be, I will love you regardless. Always"

He covers your hand with his own, gently just letting you know he meant what he said. 

"I know. That's why it makes staying away so hard." You sighed, wishing there was some easy answer to all of this "But I have to figure this out first. Not just this whole mess here, but everything else too. I just… I just need a little time."

Kol nods, visibly uneasy with the thought of staying away, especially if he wants to do the exact opposite. But true to the way he always was with you, he gave you your wish "Whatever time you need, it's yours, darling." 

When he pulled away from your hand you pulled him back, intertwining your fingers with his, as the sun sets behind you. 

"That doesn't mean I want you to go, you know that, right?" You said, looking at him.

"You don't?"

You shook your head, letting it rest on his shoulder as he pulled his arm around you. He always was honest and accommodating when it came to you even when you asked him to let you figure things out.

For the first time since you knew him, you had no idea what the future would bring. If it would work out at all if he was more human than anything else. Humans die someday, even witches and warlocks. If he remained the way he was now, what future was there for you? Maybe close to a century more until he was old and succumbed to time? And what if you turned him? He'd go back to hating how addicted to blood he had always been. What future is there now? 

"You're in your head again aren't you, darling?" He said in a quiet voice, wishing he could pluck those bad thoughts out of your head "Come on, let's get some sleep and we'll figure it out in due time."

Soon you found yourself in the same room as if no time had passed. He eyed you from the bed he was lying in, wondering what you would do if he'd allow himself to sleep. 

"If I sleep now, you won't disappear on me, right?" Kol asked, nervously picking at the sheet that was covering him "You won't be gone in the morning?" 

"I won't."  You shook your head, lying down next to him facing him. You knew he was scared you'd just run off, and truth be told you thought about it. But you won't do it. Running would not help this time. At least not right this moment. 

"Promise?" He inquired again, his eyes scared as they roamed your face.

"I promise." You leaned towards his cheek despite your better judgement, kissing his cheek softly while whispering a quick sleeping spell. He smiled at your contact before the spell took hold and he fell into a deep sleep. His breathing evened out immediately and his chest rose and fell without a care in the world. He deserved some rest after the last few days and you're glad you could at least do that for him. 

You kept an eye on him for a little bit, stroking away the hair that had fallen into his face. 

"What am I gonna do with you?" You sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder. He deserved rest, but eventually, you decided you deserved it too, falling asleep on his shoulder like the old times. 

At least for tonight, nothing was waiting for you in the shadows. 

Finally some peace.

A/N: Here I am again, my friends. Been a long time as always, but you know what to expect by now probably. 

Hope you've been well. 

Also who would've thought that I would end a chapter on a good-ish note for once? 

Kind of a side note, but can you believe all the Salvatore siblings have Scorpio as their sign? I have a birthday for the sister and just realized it's in the Scorpio zodiac area lol

Also, I hope this chapter wasn't too chopped up, because I did write it very sparingly while travelling ice again and there are hours or days I between it. Definitely not how I would like it but it is what it is. Hope you all are doing as well as you can. Thanks for sticking with me.  

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ren (or rimz for cool kids). he/him. twenty five. black. queer. neurodivergent.

i'm redoing this because i'm losing steam (thanks work) and i'm pulling back on a lot of projects to mostly focus on things that make me personally happy. as is the nature of my brain, i will still jump back and forth between projects when i lose the flow for another, but i’ve narrowed my important wips down to just three main ones. other projects are currently being shelved, or put to the side as half baked ideas that i still need to keep in the oven before i introduce them to anyone formally.

(so if you don’t see a wip listed in the wips tab, it’s either shelved indefinitely or i want to work on it on my own for a bit. you can ask me about my other wips if you know/remember them but i can’t guarantee i’ll answer about them at this time. this also doesn’t mean i won’t ramble about them when i feel like it.)

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i mainly write fantasy; it’s a broad overarching label that covers all of my interests and it’s my first love in writing. horror and horror adjacent elements always make an appearance in my works. i emphasize complex mlm relationships and male leads, and romance is a great love of mine as you’ll notice from the king of my current wips. worldbuilding is also a great love of mine. i also love writing smut and talking about my characters having sex.

as such some disclaimers: following me is a very much curate your own experience. i don’t want to hold back talking about adult and mature themes so if you’re uncomfortable with anything i talk about i’d just suggest you unfollow lol nothing personal.

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PARAMOUR || “saved” from an imminent social death through arranged marriage, HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL is whisked away to The Chateau aux Aisles D’or, where an unlikely sexual relationship with his butler AMON leads to far more than he bargained for.

THE CHRONICLES OF LATHSBURY (check out the crash course HERE) || The Aegean Guild of Explorers, led by the mysterious newcomer to Lathsbury Madja Fandel welcomes its newest contingent after the guild bid: PIPER FAIRWIND a MBW with a fighting spirit and desire for money and glory, DEUX UNDERSHIELD a naive protector seeking answers for her brother’s spurn, SANDRA “SAN” DEARBORN a vicious hunter with a chip on their shoulder, CLEAR BRIGHTENDALE a medic with a host of dark secrets, and FORTE SYMPHONIA a ranger seeking his own destiny, are as ready as they’ll ever be to enter the fray, to conquer the mysterious and dangerous LABYRINTH. Forces that have been in motion since before their lives even began are finally reaching their peak, and the five of them will have to use everything they’ve learned and then some to stay alive.

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