#walker wishlist

[walker-extended-universe]

Using these as propaganda and a plea to Jared for us to see Cordell in glasses at some point

Please he's approaching the age where he might need reading glasses to read a case file or something and I would like to See It

Please?

[walker-extended-universe]

One of the most underutilized dynamics of the show is August and Liam. I feel like Liam could have a lot of advice and wisdom for August (if he's willing to listen). I hope Liam gets a chance to weigh in on August's whole military aspirations plotline

I think if Liam wasn’t so preoccupied with his own stuff, he’d be the one who might be able to help August since he was in the shadow of an older brother.  I wonder how it will play out. 

[stuff-of-legends]

MGSV Chico Concept Art

This unused concept art of Chico is amazing.

he needs a spinoff....a new MGR?

In hindsight, Survive should've been about him.

oh well there's always fanfiction.

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[perfectlybriefmoon]

Walker Season 4 plots I want to see

Liam telling Cordi about what had happened with Stella and Sadie and Cordi freaking out over the fact that his little girl was nearly shot and the person responsible for has now disappeared and Cordi has no idea if he can he keep his kids safe because what if Stella had been shot instead of Witt and what if the next time Witt came back and he wasn't home would Stella and Auggie be safe and now he also has to tell Bonham and Abby and Cassie and Trey as well (I wonder how that conversation will go) and on top of all that the The Jackal is back so Cordi now has to deal with the fact that the serial killer who essentially tore apart James and Kelly's relationship and who they couldn't catch has returned and wonder if his family was going to be caught in the crossfire of the serial killer as well

As far as Geri is concerned I would love to see Geri be Cordi's rock as he is dealing with everything that's going on both professionally and personally as well

As for Cordi I want him to to be able to protect his kids and the rest of the family and be a rock for James with the Jackal's return and get to go on an actual date with Geri since we never got the chance to see them go on an actual date (2x14 doesn't count since they broke up in that episode)

[ihavepointysticks]

Some of the things I want to carry from season 3 to season 4 are the walker family dynamics. Cordell with both Auggie and Stella-both kids are becoming adults, and their own persons. Cordell with his parents and his brother. The events of the kidnapping and everything else that happened in season 3 showed that the brothers have a bond beyond just being part of the same family. They need to nurture that and accept that their roles are not set in stone. They can help each other beyond the previously established roles. Plus Abby and Bonham need to accept that their children are grown and they need to change how the family dynamic functions. I want to see the entire family giving live and support in new ways that uplift the individual members. While also including and expanding for new additions. The family being united against an outside force, and being stronger for it.

@walker-extended-universe

@theladywyn

[sixrealmsbeneaththesea]

kinda smushed looking because i did it entirely at work on a smol bristol pad but whatev~

kinda sorta last but not least, ganondalf's hp/tw design is ppppretty neat because of them bomb ass cornrows hiding that amazing mane.

but, totally NOT as somebody who's already drawn him naked about 12 ways from sunday (counts pics... 15?) no way i'm totally a clothes aficionado, i might say he's OVERDRESSED in this design. idk, window washer and totk have the most down to earth designs and oot has the most unique~

but i just think they're all neat.

wow i sound drunk. sinus migraines really scramble my brain lol.

[naturally-recklessly]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ   O O C .  

Those who know me, know that I rarely dream, but last night I had such a weird, fun dream, I thought it was too good not to share !  😆

So, one day my phone stopped working and a neighbour lent me an old flip phone I could use for a while. But then I was informed that there was a urban legend saying that a cursed phone was being passed around, and bad things would start happening to whomever had that phone. There was also this “rule” that the phone couldn’t be thrown away or destroyed ( as it would always come back ) , only passed on to another person. Not too long after that, I noticed that my fish tank’s water level had dropped, so I filled a jar with water to replenish it. However, when I looked again the fish tank was completely empty and my fish was almost dying. I panicked,  rushed to grab it and put it inside the sink, filled with water, then yelled for my mum to bring me a bigger container, like a dishpan, and was ultimately able to save my fish !

Then, I was in a car with the guys from Chilling Adventures of Sabrina — Harvey, Roz and Sabrina on the backseat, me on the passenger’s seat and Nick was driving, and someone had a premonition that something bad was going to happen ( Final Destination style 😆 ) . After a while, Nick snapped and started going dangerously fast, so all of us were screaming for him to stop, but he kept going faster and it seemed that we were going to crash against a car that was already parked. Then, he managed to stop just a few centimeters before colliding and turned to look at me with the most disturbing smile ever. 😅 After that, a police officer knocked on his window and I woke up, still a little shaken up from the experience. 🤣

I’m still impressed at how detailed this dream was, and I absolutely love this plot !  So if anyone is interested, hit me up !  😉  ㅤ

[who-is-muses]

The way it could come about is open enough. DC has had plenty of memories and/or emotional parasite type things. Or maybe Bro'Dee could have fallen victim to some kind of intergalactic villain's scheme, and in trying to free him the responding Lanterns are sucked in. Or even as loose an explanation as magic, some kind of trance that can only be broken by entering his mind and bringing him back out.

Whatever the means, a small group of Lanterns (ideally a mix of loved ones and an "enemy" like Atrocitus or Sinestro for extra turmoil) are made to relive major scenes of Bro'Dee's life alongside him but unable to do anything besides watch and converse amongst themselves. Unclear whether it would be some kind of limited mind-link a la whatever's going on or Bro'Dee's own inherent empathic abilities, but they'd also feel every strong emotion Bro'Dee does alongside their own.

They wouldn't just be visiting the tragic, agonizing memories- Bro'Dee isn't one to allow the dark parts of the past to blot out the bright- but they’re the main focus because I'm evil. Keeping in mind the most any of them know about Bro'Dee's life on Astonia is that he was a holy man living with his father, wife, and young child; very few would know said child was actually his second, and none of them would have any indication one way or another why Bro'Dee only ever mentioned one of his parents, though he had never overtly refused an answer.

They'd watch on as a terribly young Bro'Dee vied for attention from Ahlee, the parent that carried him as an egg and now all but ignores his existence, fixating on them despite his blind father Je'Shwa urging him to let them rest. Watch alongside him as Ahlee's health deteriorated, responding less and less to the care he and Je'Shwa provided, until finally Bro'Dee realized they weren't sleeping anymore while reading to them one afternoon.

The group would be feel the apprehension and overpowering love Bro'Dee felt through his awkward, fumbling attempts to court his future wife, the relief and disbelief in her responding each time, ultimately the all encompassing joy when she proposed to him. The devastation when Je'Shwa finally, reluctantly revealed to Bro'Dee that Ahlee's illness was hereditary, and meant he likely wouldn't be able to have children of his own. The faith in and resolution to try anyway, the elation when life at last stirred within him, the utterly exhausted but nevertheless glowing adoration of holding a newborn Jatt after an exceptionally difficult pregnancy and laying.

The soul-shattering agony of Jatt succumbing to congenital health problems at an age barely equitable to a 4-6 year old human child.

They’re helpless but to watch as months blurred by of Quanta trying to help her husband out of the ensuing deep depression, Bro'Dee eventually willing to go outside once again for longer and longer periods. They hear as, despite himself, Bro'Dee's prayers began to include more and more pleas for a second chance at parenthood. Then Peesh is born after many tries and yet another trouble-filled pregnancy. And then, despite her father's best efforts and those of others like him to find a way to stop the unstoppable, the apocalypse arrives on the planet’s doorstep when she's barely half the age of her late sibling.

They follow him through the perilous journey up Mt. Helios, a last ditch effort to find a legendary Savior- only resulting in the deaths of his father, falling into a rocky gourge, then his wife and infant daughter, swept away in a flash flood, before Bro'Dee is forced to retreat back down anyhow. The invasion shortly before the supernova was a swirl of Red, Bro'Dee doing his best to try and help his neighbors but utterly unable to stop them all from being herded onto massive ships and whisked away into the fathomless reaches of space.

They feel each blow- each whip, burn, and clawing- Bro'Dee receives more psychologically than anything as he unceasingly puts himself between his people and their captors. Feel the deep, acrid sorrow in his chest as he tends to his fellow prisoners' needs best he can. Feel the ache in his whole body as he pushes himself to his limit in leading a revolt against their captors while landed on a seemingly deserted planet (shoutout Mogo), the fear burning more than his muscles as he shepherds the escapees deep into the utterly alien wilderness where they won't be followed. And once his group of freed kin are settled in a camp hidden by the dense jungle and equipped to take care of themselves, the group of Lanterns are once again helpless but to watch as Bro'Dee continued to push himself and set out to find something- anything- that could fully liberate them. Which, of course, sees Bro'Dee being not-exactly-guided to climb yet another mountain, actually succeed in reaching this one's peak, and ultimately becoming the first Blue Lantern.

I don't know if things would carry on after that since it's more or less common knowledge what Bro'Dee did, became, and experienced after that- and he wouldn't really have any wiggle room for deflecting if someone inquired what happened to the stranded Astonians. He brought them to a relatively close by planet with an established and space-faring civilization with Ganthet and Sayd's help before being whisked away to the events of his comic debut.

[ it is Very Late. For a night I have to wake up at 6 am after. But earler I was abruptly slapped upside the head by one of my absolute most favoritest tropes; Group Experiencing One Of Their Own's Memories, But Being Put In Them Somehow To Experience Them Firsthand As Phantom Bystanders. ]

[ I'll have to elaborate tomorrow but I'm primarily thinking about it in regards to Bro'Dee because my god. No one quite grasps the Depths of Agony he's experienced- if they even know a handful of entries on his list of horrors- because he's so good at diminishing and deflecting when it comes to himself. Bro'Dee excels at empathy, but also hiding just how much firsthand experience is behind that empathy he offers ]

[walker-extended-universe]

I know I'm fooling myself but I would seriously LOVE if they did flashbacks with WIndy footage or something with the WIndy cast.

I loved Independence and wish it went for another season.

I would love that too! I know they said they weren't getting much into the "family history" stuff this season but if we get a season 5 I could totally see them doing a historical episode or something

It would also be nice to see some of the WIndy cast in the show going forward. We've got Matt and Justin; they could easily come up with parts for the others, even if they're just one offs.

Now I just want to watch Independence again XD

[respectthepetty]

No one asked for my opinions, but if Keng + Non become a couple, I'm going to throw my laptop down the stairs. (I'm mature enough to be aware that I'm talking about fictional characters, ftr, and people are allowed to enjoy taboo things, but Keng just makes my skin crawl 😟)

Also, since I'm here with my personal DFF Ending wishlist, I'm hoping Jin tells Phee that he filmed Non with Keng and it makes Phee angry and Phee tells Jin why he got in with the group and it makes Jin angry. Am I wrong to want them to end up resenting each other?

Anon, I want the same outcome as you do with Jin and Phi fighting each other, but even if the show decided to give me them falling in love and trying to escape together, I won't be upset. I'll just want them to die even more.

TLWR: You're not wrong for wanting Phi and Jin to resent each other because I want everyone dead.

Mental Health 101 tells us not to stress about events that have not happened because then we will have been upset for an entire week that Keng is alive and with Non when in actuality, Keng could be dead like I want, and all our strife was for nothing.

But . . .

It's seriously the ONLY thing I can think about.

And I keep thinking about it because I wouldn't be mad about it.

Unlike all of these other shows that have done little things along the way to upset me before they hit me with the final offense, Dead Friend Forever has done everything right for me up until this point, so if it did something I don't agree with now, I'd be conflicted but not upset. Perfect example: Phi catching real feelings for Jin simply moved him onto the kill list, but I'm not upset at that development. I'm not mad at the show. I just want Phi to die now. It's like fantasy football and my pick for quarterback is fucking it up! I'm mad at the players, not the game.

The show has given an excuse for every single character. I still want all of them to die, but I can see why they did what they did (except Fluke cancelling the Uber). I understand how Phi caught real feelings. I get it! But I want him to die now. So if the show is giving us Keng alive, I'll probably understand why, but I'll still want him dead like I want everyone else dead (except Tan, Non, and White because they are perfect although I'm still questioning White).

Because this show has tapped into the very special part of my heart where I greatly enjoy watching characters die once they piss me off. By the end of the Game of Thrones, I was rooting for the White Walkers to take out EVERYBODY! And that's how I'm treating Dead Friend Forever. Once Uncle Dang lost his head, the possibility of people dying went up significantly, and I turned into the Queen of Hearts demanding heads roll.

So while you've been questioning whether you're wrong or not for wanting these boys to resent each other, I've been actively rooting for them to murder each other.

You take the high road.

I came for the low.

[hpowellsmith]

Werewolf: The Apocalypse—The Book of Hungry Names will be out April 25!

There's a free demo up now!

You and your shattered werewolf pack must save the living Earth with Rage and spirit! In this interactive novel with hundreds of choices, can you defeat a Wyrm Spirit who manifests as a lie that you want to believe?

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names is an interactive novel by Kyle Marquis set in the World of Darkness. It's entirely text-based, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Shapeshifter. Mystic. Hero. Monster. You are a werewolf, and you are all these things. Werewolves are the living earth's last guardians, created by Gaia, given the gift of shifting between human and wolf forms, and called to stop humanity from destroying the world.

But you have failed.

Three years ago, packs of werewolves worked together as a Sept in Broad Brook, Massachusetts, battling the Wyrm, the enemy of Gaia. While other Septs fell to the Wyrm or tore themselves apart with fratricidal Rage, Broad Brook thrived. Some said they would be the ones to stop the Apocalypse.

But in one night, a Wyrm Spirit called "the Answering Tiger" destroyed the Broad Brook Sept and defiled its caern. In fact, Broad Brook had never been thriving at all. The Tiger had deceived their senses, disordered their thoughts, and turned them against one another. Where the different tribes saw trust, in truth there was resentment and growing Rage. Where the different packs saw safety, there were security flaws that could be exploited. Where they saw the Wyrm, there were innocents that they massacred, before reporting to other Septs about another glorious victory.

Their cruel pride allowed the Wyrm Spirit to deceive them, and they mostly destroyed themselves. The Answering Tiger had servants, too, monstrous Banes and fomori, and even werewolves sworn to the Wyrm. But they were only there to pick off whoever was left.

Now, the Stormcat, once the Patron Spirit of the Broad Brook Sept, has called upon you to rebuild a pack from the survivors and fight back against the Answering Tiger. In the savage woods and decaying towns of New England, you will forge your own legend.

Build Your Pack. Human and werewolf survivors haunt the woods and hide in the cities: find them to learn what happened and to rebuild the werewolf nation. But not all werewolves can be trusted: shun those wolves consumed by Rage, and pity those who have lost the Wolf and become empty shells.

Survive the Wilds. A desperate exile, shunned by those of your old pack who have abandoned their oaths to Gaia, you'll have to survive by your wits. A winter night can kill as surely as any monster: find shelter, seek allies among spirits and humans, and learn how far you'll go to survive.

Unleash Your Rage. You are one of Gaia's monsters, a living weapon, herald of horror and death. Now the Apocalypse is here: wield your Rage with savage cunning and keen discretion, or it will swallow you whole.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; befriend or romance werewolves and humans of all genders.

Shapeshift among five forms to slaughter your enemies, or outwit them to take what you need.

Choose your auspice (moon-sign) and your werewolf tribe to learn what sort of monster you are. Play as a Bone Gnawer, Child of Gaia, Glass Walker, Shadow Lord, or Silver Fang.

Claim your territory and heal the spirits there to unlock Gifts that let you summon animals, see into the past, or enter the spirit world.

Play free demo

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Wheelchair or Walker Organizer Pouch | The Lakeside Collection

[perfectlybriefmoon]

Walker characters dynamics I want to see next season

Cordi and the kids

Bonham and Abby

Stella and Auggie

Cassie, James, Trey and Cordi

James and Cordi

Sadie, Stella and Auggie

Ben and Liam

James and Kelly

Cassie and Ben

Larry, Kelly with the Walker kids seeing how DJ is at college

Abby with her grandkids

Bonham with his grankids

Abby and Cordi

Abby and Liam

Bonham and Cordi

Bonham and Liam

Cordi and Liam

[dcbbw]

WIP Wishlist 2024

Hello tumblrs , and Happy March 2020-4! I’m still waiting for the new year to actually feel like a new year instead of a continuum of the year before it. Can anyone else relate? 

At the very beginning of the year, while battling a never-ending case of RSV, I saw posts here about people’s writing resolutions and goals for this year. Me? I have a wish list of stories I want to start, continue, and/or finish. I will still be writing original stories, but thinking this may be the year I settle down and write/publish my own Great American Novel. We’ll see.  

Meanwhile, below is a glimpse of what immediately came to mind when I thought to put this together. Where applicable, snippets will be posted. As usual, everything is in states of rough drafts and flux, and final publication may vary from what you read here.  

Newbies:  

These are stories that are in the creation conception stage; ideas, thoughts, some words.  

The False Queen 

A long ago battle between the True Queen (Ravika/Riley) and her usurper (Magda/Madeleine) resumes during the Cordonian Social Season. Think Xena, Warrior Princess with some time travel thrown in. 

Untitled 

An unlikely pair (Justin/Anton x Kiara) finds love during the Engagement Tour. But with Anton having other plans in mind, the path to happily ever after is anything but smooth.  

Wolves and Sheep 

Combining my Riam, Anton, and Secrets of Cordonia AUs, this is the story of the trial of Anton Severus.  

At the prosecutor’s table sits the Duchy’s High Counsel and Lord Rashad Domvallier. Folders and papers are stacked neatly on the table while the men converse quietly as they type on laptop keyboards.  

The defense attorneys sit at a table across the aisle from them: a statuesque blonde woman wearing a gray pantsuit and an African man in a pinstriped three-piece navy suit. The woman is reviewing a document, her pen occasionally scribbling on the paper. The man is speaking in hushed tones into his cellphone. 

Security is omnipresent: King’s Guards work and stand side-by-side with the local constabulary and guardians of the Court.  

A side door swings open; two guards, followed by the defendant and two additional sentries enter. The guards part, allowing the public its first glimpse of Anton Severus in over five years. The quiet of the courtroom is broken by rustling and whispering as everyone strains forward. Members of the Cordonian Court are no exception.  

A sneer of disdain twists the mouth of the Duchess of Lythikos, Anton’s ex-wife. Her fingertips unconsciously begin rubbing the area on her abdomen where his dagger tore her flesh. 

The King leans forward intently, his dark-ebony eyes hard as obsidian. His expression is stoic, betraying nothing. 

The Queen is sitting ramrod straight, her eyes wide. “Holy FUCK, he’s hot!” she murmured. “I could make that man a King.” 

Without breaking his gaze on his nemesis, the King lightly slaps her thigh, causing his wife to frown at him. “I said what I said,” she hisses. “I did it for you, I can do it for him.” 

“I was royal long before I met you, and King when I married you,” Liam reminds her in a slightly reproving tone, his eyes still fixed on Anton. 

“There you go, twisting the narrative,” Riley huffs as she reaches for her husband’s hand. He readily allows her to hold it. 

Affairiage 

I thought I was making Leo Rys and Savannah Walker leads in my version of Same Time Next Year, but it appears I’m doing a fanfic of 28 Summers 

Heartland 

Back in the Year 500 BC, I came up with the idea of a late 1950s period piece featuring the TRR crew, and promptly never said another word about it:  

Well, cauldrons are beginning to bubble, and plans are being made to rework plot and premise to turn this into an anthology series set in the American Midwest during an era where Dick Clark reigned, Jim Crow ruled, and innocence began to lose its bloom.   

Sixteen Candles 

Another story that popped into my brain and left just as quickly. But thoughts of Drake Walker as Jake Ryan and Liam as Long Duck Dong are back and this time, I don’t think they’re going anywhere. 

Small Town Secrets 

This was originally titled Life in a Southern Town aka The Political AU and was going to follow the political campaigns of five mayoral candidates: Riley Brooks, the incumbent; her ex-husband Liam Rys (they still live together in the same house and co-parent their two daughters), a former state senator; Madeleine, District A councilmember; Leo Rys, the dark horse candidate; and Drake Walker, Riley’s former (?) lover who calls her a demon and a plague on the town.  

However, life events and imagination are collaborating, and I am repurposing the story to include political intrigue, hidden secrets, and humor in inappropriate places.  

Debating if this will be a Great American Novel nominee, and whether to use OCs versus the usual cast of characters.  

Little Nobles 

A (somewhat) light-hearted look at the childhoods of my favorite noble gang, along with the friendships and rivalries between their parents. 

In Progress: 

Stories that are nagging me to write them/finish them 

City Girl, Country Boy 

Tis the season, and Liam finds himself alone on holiday in Manhattan where he runs across an old friend. 

From the corner of my eye, I glimpse height and dark wool; hands stuffed in pockets. Perfectly combed dark hair and Asiatic features on a half-shadowed face. I mentally shake my head as I continue walking. It’s been over a decade since we last laid eyes on each other; there’s no way it’s him.  

I’m disappointed that after all this time, I still search for his face in the crowd, that I still hope he will pursue me despite the different trajectories our lives have taken. My steps are quicker as I pass apartment buildings, skyscrapers, and storefronts gaily decorated in the theme of the season. Street vendors hawk bootleg wares  

I’m nearing Canal Street subway when I hear running footsteps behind me. Automatically, I step to aside, so I don’t get barreled over but the steps slow as they near me.  

“Excuse me, miss,” a familiar baritone says, and I stop walking.  

It can’t be.  

I haven’t heard that voice in 12 years, but I don’t need to look to know who it is. I turn anyway so my ears and eyes can be in agreement. I am hoping my expression is neutral despite my insides being a squirrel in traffic.  

He hasn’t changed.  

His hair is still black with that streak of gray on the side; his face still unlined. Or maybe the New York night softens his years. He wears a custom-tailored, black wool coat; his wingtips are so polished, I see the streetlamps reflected in them. His cologne is subtle and not the one I remember. He still exudes confidence despite the smidgen of uncertainty in his eyes.  

Me on the other hand, I am now more TJ Maxx and Macy’s clearance rack than Louboutin. I don’t smell expensive; more like affordable. My trench coat is … vintage, and long overdue for a dry cleaning. My shoes are a dull matte black, scuffed from traversing streets and subways.  

“It is you.” I hear his disbelieving whisper despite the throng of people impatiently jostling past us. 

The Odd Couples 

It’s throwback DC AU gang, all mixed up: Liam x Liv; Drake x Madeleine; Leo x Riley; Max x Penelope 

The couple was in Baltimore for the weekend, attending a costume party thrown by Liv’s employer. There had been a buffet, open bar, and a prize for the best costume. Which Liam and Olivia did not win; Carlos Santiago, a member of the Environmental Services team, along with his wife and three children came costumed as birds and bees and won the prize.  

Liam and Liv were The Ricardos: Olivia’s red hair was done up in Lucy’s signature poodle hairstyle, and her dress was a dead ringer for the world’s most famous housewife’s iconic frock. He had wanted to wear a tuxedo and carry a conga drum but settled for Ricky’s purple polka dot silk smoking jacket with shawl collar, black pants, and black velvet slippers.  

“I can’t believe we didn’t win!” Liam muttered beneath his breath as he came behind Olivia, arms encircling her waist; his palms splayed against her flat, toned stomach. She responded by leaning against him, her back pressed against his chest.  

“Don’t hate!” she admonished. “With those Korean features and Boston accent, no way were you a convincing Cuban band leader. Besides, you have to admit the birds and the bees is a pretty creative idea.” 

“Not more creative than my SOCK GAME! I mean, Liv … you gotta admit, it’s damn good tonight!” 

He was wearing black, knee-length socks with red hearts inscribed with “I Love Lucy” scattered all over.  

Olivia rolled her eyes in exasperation at the mention of his sock game. 

This man and his socks! He thought his sock game could cure cancer and bring about world peace. 

“You’re sock game is great as it always is, darling. But it was a costume contest,” Olivia placated in a soothing tone as his fingers began removing bobby pins from her hair.  

She spun around, facing her boyfriend. Her hair fell in soft curls that framed her face. Her green eyes twinkled as she pressed a quick kiss against his lips.  

“You big, spoiled baby,” she teased. “Wanna smoke? I brought a couple of blunts along.” 

Quickly, he shook his head. “No way am I going to be in BALTIMORE off some loud.” 

Alienation of Affection 

An installment of my Gritty City AU loosely based on true events where sneaky links and self-loathing collide. Reader discretion will be advised. 

Caught 

Inspired by a keysmash-filled convo with @ao719, a twist on the night of the Engagement Ball 

This is her first admission of guilt and/or wrongdoing our entire time together.  

She has no choice.  

I attempt a deep inhale, but my chest is too tight.  

The wedding is in one week. Tonight was our engagement gala.  

“Yes, Liam yes!!! A THOUSAND TIMES, yes!” 

I caught her … them … in the act. The woman I love madly, truly, deeply and the man I trust more than anything in the world.  

I manage to choke out a single question. “Why?” 

Her shoulders slump as her head falls forward, causing her hair to cover her profile. “It hasn’t been going on long; it started on the Engagement Tour. I told him in Vegas that what we had would have to end.” 

I watched her leave the stag party arm-in-arm with Drake Walker. My best friend, with whom Riley wanted to have a fling. She swore it was a one-time affair; she was too much in love with me, but she wished to satisfy her curiosity.  

I attempted to leave first, but I was not only one of the honorees, I was also King.  

Per traditional protocol, the King is the last to leave.  

So I remained behind, drinking copious amounts of American liquor, making small talk in a loud voice so as to be heard over noisy music, and dancing with women I had previously rejected.  

All while Riley spent the night with another man. 

“But it hasn’t,” I interrupt harshly. 

Based on Tumblr Events:  

Untitled Song Rewrite 

Based on Jill Scott’s Epiphany 

Sisters Someone 

A two-part story that brings together Sloane Washington and Kiara Theron for their respective appreciation weeks (hosted by @lizzybeth1986) 

Untarnished Silver 

For King Liam Appreciation Week (KLAW), a look at 25 years of the rule and reign of Cordonia’s favorite King 

The Grand Ballroom in the Palace’s West Wing had been completely transformed into an elegant banquet hall:  

Buffet tables filled with steaming trays of foods catered from two of Cordonia’s newest and most critically acclaimed restaurants: The Little Lamb, and its sister eatery The Commoner’s Crown, were conveniently placed next to open bars throughout the humongous room.  

Tables were covered with white linen cloths and topped with floral centerpieces of irises, Peruvian lilies, and magnolias in silver vases. The flowers represented congratulations and longevity, sentiments that had been expressed repeatedly to the King and his family during the tour.  

Balloon bouquets colored silver and cream floated near the ornate ceiling, as well as being tied to chairbacks. Dining tables strategically ringed the room, affording the 1,500 attendees a full view of the stage and podium. Life-sized photographs hung from brocaded walls, capturing moments of the King’s life:  

Accepting the Crown Princeship one week to the day his brother Leo abdicated.  

Coronation night, wearing the King’s crown, royal robes, and holding the family scepter.  

Feeding ducks at Lake Fabian with his mother.  

He and Riley’s engagement portrait.  

Their wedding day, mouths opened in laughter with their faces covered in cake and frosting.  

In a dressing gown, his back to the camera and face in profile as he held one of his sons in his arms. 

Atop a horse with a frown of concentration on his face, playing in a charity polo match, the camera catching his mallet mid-swing. 

Speaking with Chancellor Merkel at a summit, a half-smile on his face as they looked down at a document, his index finger pointing to something on the paper. 

He and Riley dancing at their 20th wedding anniversary party, her face nuzzled against his neck while his lips hovered above her ear. 

A funny family portrait, complete with exaggerated poses and expressions. 

The Couple Next Door 

A reworking of the 2005 action comedy hit, Mr. & Mrs. Smith 

Final Cut 

Based on the first three chapters of a Round Robin hosted by @choicesprompts 

Bertrand Beaumont turned off the microphone before shuffling, then paper-clipping his index cards. He glanced up briefly to see the group filing out of the hotel’s ballroom; a curious expression crossed his face when he saw a few laggers approach others, striking up conversations.  

What have I gotten myself into? 

Starting a public relations firm had seemed a great idea a year ago. With the Duke’s diverse background in fashion, finance, and political legalities, coupled with his penchant for decorum and obsession with appearances, it had seemed a no-brainer. 

Savannah was his operations manager, responsible for events logistics and administrative support. Justin Severus was his right-hand person; he had done a marvelous job restoring the Queen’s reputation after the unfortunate incident at Applewood.  

He stepped from behind the podium and briskly made his way off the dais, looking down at his watch as he strode through the room. Looking back up, he saw Justin leaning against a wall, waiting for him at the elevator bank. The closer Bertrand approached his deputy, a wide smile spread across Justin’s face.  

“You were great!” he greeted the Duke. “You kept the rowdies in line and gave them just enough to pique their curiosity.” 

 Bertrand pushed the call button. “This group is not what I was expecting. South American overlords. Hollywood has-beens and wanna-bes. AMERICANS! We’re going to need to double-check the mentor list again.” 

Bertrand had postponed the mentor/mentee matchup because it was not yet finalized.  

“It’s a hella group, for certain. The subject of an international child custody case, a lawsuit-riddled doctor, disgraced C-suite executive, Leo, Trystan, Olivia, a scandal-ladened starlet, America’s Sweethearts, Princess Marguerite, and Duke Dick.” 

Bertrand gave Justin a withering glance. “DO NOT engage in intercourse with the Princess!” he warned.  

“Too late,” Justin smirked.  

Bertrand shook his head before commenting again. “The Selection Committee must have been drunk when they approved their choices. Have the other members of Court arrived?” 

The elevator arrived and the gentlemen boarded. Justin’s index finger punched their floor number as he shook his head.  

“Not yet. A storm is coming in, waves are choppy. They should be here by 4, and that will be the last ferry into and out of the Isle until Monday morning.” 

Bertrand mulled over the information. “At least we don’t have to worry about anyone sneaking off.” 

Finish Them:  

So these are stories that are soooo close to completion, but I am on the fence with two of them; the others, not sure why they are still sitting around gathering dust.  

House of Cards 

Based on the international phenomenon Squid Games, this is the backstory of “The Salesman”. On the fence about this story, and more so about posting this one in the fandom. 

On this, the night of Day 2, the remaining participants were playing yet another “game”: Pillow Fight.  

Innocent sounding enough.  

Except everyone knew there would be a deadly twist, and all wanted to be alive in the morning. After realizing that this was a game to the death; overcoming the initial shock of a robotic doll the size of a fully grown tree whose eyes were infra-red cameras, and learning elimination meant certain demise … partners had already become opposition.  

Player 081 inadvertently set the match to the fuse. No one knew if it was intentional. No one cared. 

The middle-aged man, who was less than 48 hours into a dry drunk, muttered “fuck” under his breath as he stood on his top tier bunk in an attempt to press his palm against the glass pig’s underbelly.  

No one was sure why.  

Was he trying to steal the bank’s treasure? Or turn off the irritating light? 

 It no longer mattered.  

The money wasn’t his and now, it never would be. 

As pillowcases filled with objects such as rocks, sturdy tree branches, and in some …mere feathers randomly swung wildly, the white cotton slowly seeped red. Hollers and screams filled the room and echoed off walls and ceilings as beds collapsed from metal bars being snatched by the frenzied mob or being tipped over in the melee.  

On the other side of the bunker, a thin, petite woman who looked no older than a teenager sniffled, the tears she cried streaking a bruised cheek covered with the dried blood of a corpse. A young man lay on his side behind her on the narrow mattress, his cracked voice in her ear.  

“It’s gonna be okay, Soo-Ah; just four more games and then we can leave,” he assured her in a ragged whisper. 

The woman hitched her breath. “My pillowcase has FEATHERS, Sang-yul! If they pull me into the fray, I’ll be leaving here a lot sooner than four days!” Her body shook with silent sobs. 

The 23-year-old street urchin said nothing. Instead, he swallowed heavily and tried not to puke at the smell of blood, both old and fresh, assailing his nostrils. His arms tightened around Soo-Ah, his only friend in this hellhole.  

The pig’s lighting flickered faster and more erratically as the fighting grew more frenzied. Sickening thuds, bellows of pain, and the sounds of shoe soles squeaking against the blood and brain splattered linoleum flooring were as loud as bombs.  

Sang-yul chanced a glance over his shoulder, his body tensing at the sight of someone headed in their direction, their face pale and ghoulish in the broken light. A metal pipe was carried in one hand, a bloodied cloth sack in the other.  

Coal black eyes darted everywhere looking for a victim.  

Less players meant more money. 

Sins of the Father 

A Gritty City AU installment. Reader discretion will be advised. 

He met Madeleine at her car door, his lips crashing uninvited against hers in a kiss filled with desperation and disbelief. When the kiss ended as abruptly as it began, Madeleine adjusted her tortoise-shell glasses while her green eyes searched Liam’s face almost warily.  

“What the hell was that?”  

“Someone killed Poppa Joe tonight!”  

Madeleine quelled a shiver that raised goosebumps on her exposed skin before reaching back inside the car for her purse. “Thank GOD,” she breathed as opened the rear driver-side door to release Hans and Gunther, who bounded out of the car and sat before Liam so he could rub their heads and murmur sweet gibberish to them. 

The restauranteur was yet another of Poppa Joe’s victims; when she was 15, the priest had gotten her pregnant. The scandal was handled quietly by the parish and her parents; the latter believed the father of the baby was an upperclassman named Tariq.  

The young blonde left school for one month due to “illness”. It wasn’t a complete fabrication. 

Madeleine’s abortion was a back-alley botch job which left her with a raging infection and too much blood loss. She survived but had to have an emergency hysterectomy.  

She no longer cared. When she and Liam were getting serious and discussing marriage and family, he was relieved they would be unable to have children.  

Tariq, the son of poor Moroccan immigrants, was transferred to an exclusive private school in the city’s North End, all expenses paid via a scholarship provided by St. Joan’s Academies. 

“How did the rest of the party go?” she asked quietly as they began walking towards the house, holding hands; her blonde hair bounced against her shoulders. 

Liam nodded slightly. “Good. We got Sloan Enterprise and slew of new donors.” His side-eyed his wife. “Where did you go with the dogs? It was supposed to be a walk.” 

Madeleine turned her head vaguely, meeting her husband’s gaze.  

“Ice cream,” she replied in a soft voice.  

Her husband nodded thoughtfully. The term was code between them; when situations became too overwhelming, too triggering, they said they needed “ice cream.” 

“I hope you brought me some back.” Liam squeezed Madeleine’s hand more tightly.  

“You don’t like chocolate.” 

The Queen’s Friendship 

Riley was chatting with Maxwell in the Delegates Dining Room at the UN, waiting for the gala to begin. Liam was at the head of the room, arm in arm with Madeleine. His eyes spotted Riley and he winked. Riley rolled hers and turned her back to him.  

“Blossom, don’t act like this! You know he’s trying,” Maxwell begged.

“WE’RE trying! He’s kissing his fiancée,” Riley retorted. Her eyes scanned the room. “Oh, look … there’s Drake,” she stated before walking away from Maxwell.  

Riley had no idea if it was Drake or not, she just wanted away. From Liam, Madeleine, Maxwell … Cordonia. Riley figured now was the time to make the break. She was back home in New York City. She still had her apartment, for the next month at least. She passed by elegantly dressed tables and came upon an hors d'oeuvres station; she paused to pile a tiny plate with even tinier bits of food when she heard her name.  

“Riley Brooks?” 

She turned, a disinterested expression on her face until she saw who it was. Riley hurriedly set her plate on the edge of the buffet table before wrapping her arms around Veronica.  

“OH MY GOD, Ronnie! What are you doing here?” Riley shrieked.  

Veronica hugged her old friend tightly. “It’s so good to see you!” The women separated. “You look great, girl! I’m one of the event planners, why are you here?” 

Riley shrugged. “I’m with the band.” 

Veronica shook her head in disbelief. “How did you end up with royalty?” 

“I answered an ad to be a waitress.” 

DC AU Series, Chapter 6 

The chirping of birds and a full bladder woke Riley up. She arched her neck, eyes still closed; they opened quickly when she felt arms around her waist and Liam’s soft snores behind her. Last night ran through her brain: their fight, their kiss, their confessions. Riley inhaled and let out a shaky breath; were they really going to do this? 

Yes. 

Was she ready for it? 

No.  

Her hands curled around Liam’s wrists, trying to pull them apart. He resisted at first, but let his arms fall away from her body. Riley missed their warmth immediately.  

“Where are you going?” Liam mumbled.  

“Bathroom and to take my meds.” 

“Your pill and a bottle of water are on your nightstand.” 

Riley looked and saw the pink pill sitting on a tissue, next to an unopened bottle of water. When did he do that? 

“Thank you. But unless you put a toilet on the nightstand as well, I gotta get up.” 

Liam shifted, allowing Riley to move and sit up. He watched her adjust her night shirt; his eye was caught by a mole on the back of her neck.  His finger reached out, touching it experimentally. Riley giggled as she shrugged away from his touch.  

“It’s like a potato bug,” Liam said as he tried to touch the mole again.  

“Oh, dear God! Don’t you have to go to work or something?”   

Liam lay on his back, hands behind his head. “Not going in today. You need me here.” 

Riley frowned at him as she walked past the foot of the bed. “I’m fine, Liam. It’s just Drake.” 

“Drake with apologies and explanations and closure. Different Drake than what you’re used to. I’ll feel better if I’m here.” 

Riley shook her head as she stepped into the bathroom.  

“This is what having a man who wants to claim you is like, Riley B.!” he called out.  

“We’re not there yet!” she hollered back.  

“Practice makes perfect!” 

Oldies but Goodies: 

New chapters/updates of old stories:  

Timing 

Object of Affection 

Betrayal (Riam) 

The Commonerr’s Wife 

The Commoner (not that old, but I too want a thrid chapter) 

One Night Stand 

UnRomance 

Streets of New York

Platinum (truly needs to be filed under Finish Them)

Best Friend (Depeche Mode Diary entry, needs to be a Finish Them)

Liara 

And these are my #goals for 2024 writing-wise. I hope something caught your eye, piqued your interest. For all those still hanging with me and exercising the utmost patience while I let life kick my ass, I LOVE YOU! Something’s coming soon-ish, just not sure what.  

Hope you’re here for it. 

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