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cha cha real scared

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#shit happened lol #its been two whole years

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Demimonde is now available as paperback!

1993: Andrew Fox was only looking to make friends. After a full year floating through day to day life at St. Acacius, he's determined to pad out his social circle. When achieving that goal involves an eighty-year-old ritual and saddles him with something not of this world, Andrew has the choice to run away or face it head on.

St. Acacius' Preparatory had been a fixture of the Midatlantic Region since 1799. Founded to serve and shape the children of the local elite, the academy has developed generations of forward-thinkers guided by core values of integrity, equality, community, and stewardship. Beyond the brochure, St. Acacius has been the epicenter of local lore, of rumors and strange happenings; hauntings, witchcraft, monstrous sightings, and unexplained disappearances.

Available for purchase on Gumroad, and on Amazon for Kindle and now Paperback!

Thank you so much for your support! If you enjoyed, please leave a review or a comment — I would love to know what you think!

#romance novel featuring ghosts #orchidscript writes sometimes #novel: demimonde #southern gothic #self published #self publishing #ghosts

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📭 Reblog if you want curious anons in your inbox! 📭

#vylad anon im so sorry #ill get to it in a second

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Five Sentence Fics

Send me a sentence and I’ll fill at least five more in after it for a little mini-fic!

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anyway i like the “garroth cucked malik & fucked his wife” theory cause it sets up a cool potential plot point where levin is sent on an important mission to speak to speak to wyverns when aphmau isn’t available & then he finds out that… he can’t understand them. & it gives levin this whole crisis of people relying on him & his identity like , if i’m a descendant of irene, then why can’t i speak to wyverns?! if i’m not a descendant of irene, then who am i!!!

then the gang finds out that garroth is a homewrecking whore

#bonus points #garroth had his memories wiped #so he wouldn't even know

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Well, Laurence does say in Season 1 when they're at Malachi's castle that a second way to gain your immortality is to kill a lot of innocents.

And he kinda did that with the Werewlf wedding in Season 2. He killed half the tribe in a fit of rage, and he couldn't access his shadow knight form before then. Also, he didn't start to spiral into jealous rage until after the wedding.

Maybe he just doesn't know he's immortal since he was in a ton of denial.

hey btw guys every 1 day in the overworld is 2 weeks in the nether. so:

14 days x 1,095 days = 15,330 days

1,095 days = 3 years

15,330 days = 42 years.

in the time Laurence left the group in mcd s2 to the time the group finds him in mcd s3 after 3 years, it's been 42 YEARS FOR HIM.

so say Laurence was around maybe 22? 23? when he left.

23 + 42 = 65

Laurence should be a fucking senior when the group finds him. he should be older then my dad! but yeah okay sure why not have him be only 3 years older okay OKAY!!!!

#laurence zvahl #laurence zvhal #i headcanon that hes immortal and just in denial #we know Zenix has stabbed him in a fit of rage before #and he walked it off lol #shadow knights #shadow knight vibes #zenix mcd

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To the person who asked for vylad whump- I see you, a fellow whumper of quality, school just hit me in the shins, and I fully intend to write Gene bonking our boi with a hammer (or another implementation) asap

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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Thinking about writing some MCD whump, if any of yall are in that Fandom want to give me ideas?

#whump #whump community #aphmau minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries #aphmau mcyt

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Ask My OC Anything

Ask my OC any question you want! Any question at all, and they will answer it. I can even promise they’ll probably answer honestly. 

Go ahead - ask my OC!

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The Safehouse Knows Now

Vince, Nat, Jake, & Kauri belong to @ashintheairlikesnow

Vince blinks awake to the sound of his phone vibrating. He wiggles up from under Dmitri’s arms and reaches up and takes the phone. His eyes struggle to adjust, focusing around glowing letters. The light from the partially open window dances over the screen and sends light glaring into his eyes. He turns the screen away and fails to read the name.

He presses the answer button and mumbles his voice barely more than a croak, “Hi, Shield speaking.”

“Vince–” Nat’s voice echoes through the phone– “You just woke up didn’t you?”

“Um, yes?” Vince mutters as he sits upright. Dmitri’s arm wraps tighter around his waist and Vince feels Dmitri press his nose into his hip. “How’s your morning?”

“It’s been quiet. Are you coming today?” Nat asks.

Vince blinks, “I said I would be there Thursday.”

“Today is Thursday Vince.”

Vince pauses and looks over at the glowing blue clock on Dmitri’s nightstand. His eyes fade in and out around the glowing numbers. Eventually, the small 10:43 glows back at him. His brain shifts around his skull like molasses as his thoughts scramble to get into a line.

I was supposed to be there thirty minutes ago.

“Oh shit! Sorry Nat I’ll be there in,” Vince exclaims as he scrambles out of Dmitri’s bed and thinks, shoving brain cells together, “Thirty… forty-five minutes.”

“Vince you can’t make–”

His thumb presses onto the hang up button before Vince realizes Nat started speaking. Falling gracelessly onto the floor, Vince curses under his breath as he scrambles for his drawer of clothes sitting in Dmitri’s dresser. 

Dmitri looks up from the bed and mumbles through the blankets, “Where you going?” 

“I completely forgot I was meeting Nat today,” Vince stumbles over to the door as he throws a jacket on, “I'll be back later!”

“Okay, have a good meeting,” Dmitri sheepishly mumbles as he rolls over in bed.

After just shy of thirty minutes of objectively messy driving, Vince knocks on Nat’s door. She opens the door and blinks, honestly shocked. “How did you manage to make a three hour drive into less than thirty minutes?” 

Nat steps inside and lets Vince walk in behind her. “I drove less than eloquently to get here.”

 She steps back into her kitchen and says, “That is not possible at all even if you speed the entire time.”

“And also I wasn’t at my house,” Vince answers as he shrugs off his coat, “I was at Dmitri’s.”

“Who’s Dmitri?” Nat says as she wraps her hands around a streaming mug on her countertop. The smell of tea ruminates through the room.

“Oh, um, he’s the man I’m seeing right now,” Vince says as he leans against the counter, “He’s my boyfriend. He lives on the other side of this city.”

“Congratulations,” Nat perks up, giving Vince a warm smile, “How long have you two been together?”

“A few months now,” Vince smiles as he looks at his feet. “He’s wonderful. I’ve been staying with him when I’m in between projects.”

Jake steps out from the back and blinks, “How the hell did you get here in thirty minutes?”

“I wasn’t at my house,” Vince repeats. “I was just up late.”

Jake looks back over his shoulder into the deeper parts of the house. Vince watches his expression shift slightly.

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Vince steps back towards the door, “I know I’m late and–”

Nat raises his hand, “Both of you were impromptu and this is brief. I can ask you about Dmitri later.”

“Okay so–” Vince starts.

“Wait a damn minute.”

Vince looks over his shoulder and Kauri stands in the doorway to the deeper parts of the house. He leans against the older, simple door frame and blinks, “Is he the Dmitri that’s so tall it’s stupid?” He raises his hand and locks his arm, holding his hand parallel to his head.

Vince nods, “Um, yes. I come up to his collarbone.”

“And he dyes his hair alot?” 

Vince nods.

Kauri pauses and chuckles, a more of a snort than a laugh, “So you’re the reason he’s been out less.”

“I don’t stop him from going places,” Vince mutters.

“I mean,” Kauri rolls his eyes, “I knew he was patient but I didn’t know he was a damned saint.” With that retort, Kauri spins on a heel and walks back deeper into the house.

#kauri's known lol #the phonecall weeks ago #kauri called vince a bitch #dmitri o'brian #vincent shield #vince asks

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You can not just leave this in the comments

Sorry for just peppering you with these kinda questions, but how different would Vince and Kauri's recovery go if Owen had forced them to do stuff to each other rather than just make them watch

I think it would be ... unsettling for them both. And Kauri would never be in the same room as Vince again. Not that he likes to be in the same room now, but...

#noncon tw #kauri asks #vince asks #it is so funny but so so wrong

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Merry Christmas

Vince belongs to @ashintheairlikesnow

TW: None, just cooties

Vince originally planned to home the morning of Christmas eve. Yet, his car pulls into his garage Christmas night.

A 27 hour delay, one stop for a layover and second for an issue with security that had nothing to do with him. Vince wants nothing more than to curl up in bed and wake up in three years. Stepping out of his car, Vince reaches behind him and lazily drags his suitcase out. He rubs his eyes, stumbling for the door to his mudroom.

Vince reaches for the door and it swings open just as his fingertips brush the handle. Dmitri, leaning on the doorframe, nearly covers the doorway with his size alone. A merry, mischievous smile sits patiently on his face. 

“Welcome home,” Dmitri hums, “Merry christmas, put your bags down I’ll get them later.”

"I'm so sorry Dmitri, I tried–"

Dmitri laughs and shushes him with a tender kiss on the forehead. "Don't be, flights around Christmas are always hectic and I went to Yasmin's like I usually do. The nieces were disappointed that you weren't there but I brought their presents for you with me."

Vince returns with an exhausted smile and lets go of the bags. "They got me presents?"

"Of course they did, Roxana loves gag gifts and probably got you as such," Dmitri shrugs, "Tiana… is the creative one. I don't have the slightest clue of what she got you."

Vince leans in on Dmitri's chest. Dmitri drapes his arm around Vince's waist and presses a warm kiss into his hair. His body heat seeping into Vince's tired bones.

“Do you trust me?”

“That’s a loaded question,” Vince gives a half-hearted chuckle as he looks up, “With what?”

Dmitri nods to himself, "Fair enough, do you trust me enough to lead you into your living room.”

Vince exhales and gives his own puff of a chuckle, “Why not.”

“Okay, close your eyes!”

He lets his eyes close and feels the worn-in callouses of Dmitri’s hand gently cover his eyes. 

“Hey, I’m not looking!"

“I don’t want you to peek.”

Dmitri places his other hand on his shoulder and carefully pulls him forward. The walk from his garage to the living room feels longer than it should. Dmitri's hand shifts to his hip for a moment and pulls him gently over. Spinning him around, Dmitri removes his hand and shifts Vinces shoulders over.

"Open your eyes~"

Vinces blinks his eyes open and his breath catches in his lungs.

The living room is covered in decor. The Christmas tree, the one that had barely been touched before he left, is entangled in lights and garland. The half-wall splitting the living room from the boasted ropes of garland wrapped with tinsel. Lights wrap the room and his cabinets have their own garland with little ornaments clinging to the face leaves.

On his coffee table, a wreath encircles a few layered candles that flicker and wink at him. A handful of gently wrapped presents sit placental under the tree. The wrapping paper twinkles in the candlelight.

“You’d mentioned that you usually try to decorate but either are too busy or procrastinate until it's too late,” Dmitri says as he wraps his arms around Vince’s torso, “So I took it upon myself to spruce up the holidays for you.’

“I– wow– you–” Vince is at a loss for words. He had never, in the history of living in this house, seen this much decor for any holiday. Today, Christmas exploded in his home like a festive glitter bomb. “I love it.”

‘That’s not all.”

“What’s else–”

Dmitri glances up and Vince sees the mistletoe hanging above them. A cheeky smile blossoms across Dmitri's lips as he cocks an eyebrow.

Resting his arms on Dmitri’s shoulders, Vince leans in. “You are so cheesy, you know that right?”

“What can I say?” Dmitri laughs as he leans in, “Feelin’ the spirit of the season.”

Their lips press together, and some of the aches for the stupid long flight melt away.

#dmitri o'brian #dmitri loves vincent #vincent shield #christmas #surprise decor #adorable #all fluff #no angst

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How strong is Dmitri anyway?

I don't have an exact number in mind, but he can lift Vince up easily. He also doesn't look super strong at a quick glance, but he very much is. If someone actually looks at him, they would be able to see the muscles in his arms if they were bare.

(Vince belongs to @ashintheairlikesnow)

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Is Dmitri strong is he just squishy? /gen

Both actually! Dmitri's muscles are built for strength, and he doesn't work out to look like anything physically. He also eats what he wants so there's a layer of fat around all of his muscles. Dmitri has no problem with people who work out for appearance (he finds Vince quite attractive for it) but he focuses on building strength.

Fun Fact: having this layer of fat over muscles protects the muscles and the organs, allowing someone with this layer of fat to have the potential to be much stronger than someone without it (look at World's Strongest man photos versus bodybuilding photos, two very different physiques for different goals)

Vince (referenced) belongs to @ashintheairlikesnow

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