#wilhelmina twist

[niennandil-me-writes]

OCKissWeek 3: Tony/November/Wilhelmina

[November belongs to @constantlytiredghost, Tony belongs to papp_n_paper on twitter/cardboardbird on bluesky]

It wasn’t the wonderful summer morning, the birdsong, or the green grass under the blanket she was sitting on, or the warm breeze, that distracted Wilhelmina from her task of noting down the newest findings of her research trip in fine calligraphy in both her university notebook and her Book of Shadows. It wasn’t the smell of the delicious breakfast her companions were cooking (or rather, one of them was cooking while the other was trying not to burn things), or even the prospect of a small lake that was supposed to be situated close by.

What was slowing down her note taking profusely, though, was her company. She had become better about this. Her heart didn’t skip a beat anymore whenever someone looked her direction or asked what she was doing. If it hadn’t been for this particular company, she might have been able to work as usual. But like this…

She didn’t flinch as Tony sat down beside her and laid their head on her shoulder, but she knew the shadows drew deeper over her face.

Seemingly not noticing, Tony put their tail around her hips and commented: “That looks interesting. You could get all that from what we found yesterday?”

Wilhelmina cleared her throat. “Y-yes. And from what you could derive with your religious rituals. And what November divined from the spirits, of course.”

Like on cue, November flopped down in front of them. Wilhelmina quickly grabbed for her inkwell and papers, even though November had of course been careful not to bring anything in disarray. Wilhelmina felt a bit bad for her reflex. November looked over the notes as well, her big hat providing shadow from the rising sun. “You wrote all of that this morning?”

“I mean, I started… Yes, more or less…”

Tony and November looked at each other.

“You deserve a break,” November decided.

“Soon,” Wilhelmina said quickly. “I just want to write that last part about…”

“But Wilhelminaaaaa,” said Tony. “We wanted to go to the lake after breakfast.”

“Yes,” November said. “Tony suggested we go skinny dipping.”

“Well, you can go ahead already, I’ll –“ Wilhelmina faltered as the words sank in. She stared at November and Tony, mouth agape.

Tony nodded innocently. “Yes. We realized we both forgot our bathing suits.”

“And underwear,” November nodded along.

Wilhelmina, too flustered to say anything, stared down at her notes. “I – I’ll be done much quicker if you don’t distract me like this.” Her face was burning.

Tony squeezed her arm and laid their head on her shoulder again. They whispered: “We can also stay here for now, though. If you want.” Wilhelmina shuddered as their lips brushed her skin.

“Yes,” November said softly. “We can keep you company while you work.” Wilhelmina looked up to find her face inches from November’s. November tilted her head and smiled, and for just a moment, their lips touched. When she sat back up, Wilhelmina tried to follow, but Tony held her tight, pressing another soft kiss to her neck.

Wilhelmina bit her lip. Those dirty conspirators! Now she knew what that look they had exchanged meant.

“Come on, Tony,” November said suddenly. “I think we really are distracting her.”

Tony lifted their head. “You’re right.” They got up and shuffled over to November, curling their tail around her. “We better leave our professor her peace.” And they planted a big kiss on November’s mouth, right in front of Wilhelmina’s papers. November responded in kind, pulling the blue Tiefling closer and burying her hands in that wild dark hair.

Wilhelmina looked on in shock as her two partners wildly made out. She just couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t tear her eyes away from those wonderful, beautiful, hot people. But why should she feel bad?, she realized with some indignation. These were her partners, after all, and she was allowed to look at them, and watch them kiss each other and imagine all the things they would do together…

“Well?” November suddenly asked.

“I wasn’t staring!” Wilhelmina yelped. It certainly didn’t help that her eyes were still caught on Tony’s lips that were kissing down the exposed part of November’s chest.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun to join in?” November grinned.

“How long have you been planning this?” Wilhelmina grumbled.

“Since last night,” November said innocently.

“You’re both horrible.” Wilhelmina pushed aside her books and pens and crawled over to the other two. She grabbed November around the hip and pulled her away from Tony to kiss her square on the lips. She held her face between her hands. Tony hugged Wilhelmina from behind and kissed the nape of her neck, interlocked their tails, while November littered tiny kisses all over her face. Wilhelmina turned around and kissed Tony as well, then moved between both of them, kissing and feeling and tasting.

“And just so you know,” she mumbled into Tony’s chest. “I forgot my bathing suit as well.”

#my writing #oc writing #ockissweek #ockiss24 #fluff #november la morte #astony fogspire #wilhelmina twist #tony/november/wilhelmina #blu babes

[queerregulusablack]

“Would you answer a question for me, James?” He asked idly, resting an arm against the back of the loveseat and pillowing his cheek on it; and James blinked back at him, before nodding uncertainly. “Has your campaign to fuck the entire Slytherin quidditch team been a pride thing, or a bet, or is it just some convoluted attempt to make Evans jealous after her continued refusal to give in to your attempts to date her?”

James’ expression immediately scrunched up in disagreement, and Regulus buried his smile in his own bicep.

“That’s not- I’ve not been-”

“Emma Vanity, Lucinda Talkalot, Elliot Snare, Phillipa Everett, and now me. Obviously you can’t go for Cillian, because he’s only fourteen, and Wilhelmina would break your kneecaps if you even tried to flirt with her, so that’s every of-age member of the Slytherin team that wouldn’t be a death wish on your part. So is it pride, a bet, or about Evans?” 

James’ mouth snapped shut with the audible click of his teeth, and he frowned, looking like he’d been presented with some grave revelation; and he huffed suddenly under his breath, before he squinted back at Regulus.

“I think I might just have a type.”

Regulus’ smile widened where it was tucked in against his jumper, before he banished it and pulled his face away to address him again.

“Quidditch players?”

“People who are mean to me.” James looked pained as he admitted it, mouth twisted in a grimace; and Regulus bit his tongue against the laugh that wanted to slip out of him, and shuffled closer, legs splayed lazily either side of James’ hips while he braced his hands on his shoulders.

“Elliot was mean to you? He’s one of the nicest people I know.”

“He threw an inkwell at me,” James volunteered; and Regulus tucked his tongue into the corner of his mouth, and slipped his hands up to cradle James’ jaw instead.

“And it turned you on, huh?” 

The glare he got in response delighted him almost as much as being a tease had done.

“You’re being mean to me now,” James informed him, and Regulus slid the rest of the way into his lap, so they were almost at eye level, and he could murmur directly against the part of his lips.

“And it’s turning you on, huh?”

#Basically everything I'm writing is in pre-jegulus stages so I decided to just write some snogging #and it got cute (as they do) so have a snippet #starchaser #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #james potter x regulus black #QRABs fic #they're cute your honour

[consistentsquash]

2023 HP Fic Recs

HP Fics written and completed in 2023 which I read and loved. My recs are based on my reading + taste.

Snarry

OTP!

For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

Enough said. Hot, wrong, dirty. So totally Snarry!!! Also with a twist you don't see coming! Rated E. 7100 words. From Snarry AUctober Fest 2023 collection.

  Snake Charmer by @perverse-idyll

Sometimes all Severus had to do was turn thirty-plus years of repressed hunger upon him, and Harry would start shaking.

They are total disaster failmarriage hotness! Feel really sorry for everybody around them. Like a lot! The opening line is giving one really bad vampire in Hunger so much for me :D :D It's like a snippet/draft from WARM my beloved! <3 3200 words. Rated T.

  Devotion by @danpuff-ao3

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much?

26000 words. Rated E. Maximum hotness. Maximum wrongness. Maximum dirty bad delicious Snarry. This is the longest HP fic I read this year and 100% worth it!!! I am a big fan of Danni's Snarry and this fic is one of my all time fav Snarries. From Snarry-a-thon 2023 collection.

  In His Bed by @givereadersahug

Jealousy flooded Harry at their familiarity with each other's bodies. Resentment at their ease in getting each other off — the passion, the eagerness, the joy. All so different from his relationship with Severus.

Harry is super Slytherin here! Using the memories in order to learn what makes Snape tick! I really loved the dirtybadhotness of this fic! 450 words. Rated E. HP Kinktober collection.

  Coda to "Soft Touch" by @perverse-idyll

He'd thrown the bait. Would Snape catch it? Yes, he would, and throw it back.

Soft Touch is the Most ethical Massage Therapy fic ever :D Dirty, bad, hot, wrong. So it's incredible to get this really sweet and wholesome coda. You can see the undercurrents of the more complicated themes but also really sweet. 3300 words. Rated T. This is as fluffy as PI Snarry gets :D :D

  Femslash

Nymphadora, Nymphet by @thistlecatfics

Could this woman be a relative of her mother’s?

Bellatrix/Tonks, Bellatrix/Andromeda. 20200 words. Rated E. From Women of the House of Black fest 2023 collection. Really hot, dirty, wrong on literally every single level :D Obviously I love it! The femslash Lolita fic HP fandom really really needed :D

  Candles Lit Against the Dark by @perverse-idyll

Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank/Minerva McGonagall. 13600 words. Rated G. My favorite fic of 2023. From Snapecase 2023 fest collection. Beautiful, beautiful fic which is kind of my personal epilogue for the books at this point. Lost count of rereads. It's packed with beautiful friendships, people focusing on the sweet instead of the bitter, people moving on together, people forgiving each other. It's an incredible fic with perfect execution on some classic tropes like matchmaking and friends who are going to help you whether or not you asked for it. Also some not so classic tropes like celebrating a female character's life/happiness/love being the center of a rich fic. Ultimately this is Minerva McGonagall's fic and I am so here for it.

  Once of Eden by eldritcher.

Lily/Eileen. 2000 words. Rated M. Poignant and super sharp character study of Lily. Lots of storms inside her head about her family/war/Petunia/Snape. This is right before her marriage but she has this feeling she doesn't fit into that life and she doesn't want to let go of her past. Like a lot of us, she's also seeing her past/childhood through these nostalgic glasses but at the same time she's also noticing adults in her life and has this bittersweet feeling that she's an adult now/making adult choices now. Serious Catcher in the Rye vibes. This fic has the Lily for me. Really like Harry, really Gryffindor. It's a really beautiful, sensitive, unique, powerfully human fic.

  Leather by @saintsenara

Tonks/Fleur, Tonks/Charlie, Tonks/Remus, Tonks/OFC. 2900 words. Legit character studies of bi characters are super rare in our fandom. I don't really go for self-discovery type fics but this one is whoa! Love, love, love and highly recommend this one. It's out and proud and amazing. <3 From Ladies of HP Fest Collection.

  Rare slash

Rare as in the only fic on AO3 for the pairing :D

The Ice Cream Man and the Potions Master by @squibstress

Florean Fortescue/Snape. 9000 words. Rated G. From Hoggywartyxmas 2022 fest collection. This is definitely my fav slash fic of the year <3 I feel like a lot of times especially with OTPs the preslash part is kind of assumed to happen in the background. This fic does an incredibly amazing job of setting up the preslash and it's just ultra convincing. New Snape ship dropped <3

Gen

Yeah, I read gen! Tbh I don't except when a character study fic or an author's writing style really grabs me :D

October by @ashesandhackles

Insanely amazing character studies. Rated G. The Barty Crouch Jr. character study, Disappointing Fathers, is probably my all time fav genfic with him. I came out of this super sympathetic for Barty which is something that never happened to me before. So well written and brilliantly characterized.

  Womb by eldritcher

3000 words. Rated M. Phineas Nigellus Black character study with a beautiful friendship with Snape. Dark and intense but the fic has my fav Snape resurrection of all time <3 From Snapecase 2023 fest collection.

  Birds of Paradise by eldritcher

2700 words. Rated G. Fawkes character study with a beautiful friendship with Albus Dumbledore. Really beautiful, ethereal fic. eldritcher can write non-human characters with their own "type" of emotional connect. Normally they use this superpower for writing interspecies :D But this is a beautiful gen fic. From Pandemic, my most beloved. Obviously each and every eldritcher fic has a really special place in my heart but Pandemic is just insanely generous giving something special at the right time when it was needed and it made a huge difference for me personally. Love and anarchy, always!

  The Octaves and the Circumsion of Our Lord by eldritcher

The Dark Lord is circumcised. Nobody knows how everybody knows, but everybody knows.

2300 words. Rated M. Regulus Black character study with a beautiful friendship with Kreacher. Dark and intense fic about Regulus getting radicalized but also showing how he actually buys into those beliefs. Normally I avoid Regulus fics because the characterizations just don't work for me. This is exactly how I imagine Canon Regulus.

  Al Najid by eldritcher

She has come here to make an example of this woman for the son to find. Snape should know that betrayal comes with consequences.

2800 words. Rated M. Bellatrix Black character study set just before she tortures the Longbottoms. A complicated situationship with Eileen. Dark and hot mess Black family fic.

Het

Oof. Literally zero reason to trust my hetfic recs but you got to trust me :D These fics are amazing!

Ariadne by @ashesandhackles

Surrealistic, beautiful character study of Cho. It's got Harry/Cho, Cedric/Cho for pairings but this is 100% her fic. 1100 words. Rated G.

Exploring Cho's feelings for Harry in wake of her grief for Cedric's death, with symbolism from myth of Ariadne, Theseus and the Minotaur

  Four Christmases Pomona Sprout Loved and One She Hated by @kellychambliss.

Aberforth/Pomona. 6800 words. Rated T. This fic keeps it real. I really felt her pain because when you are an adult making new friends is super hard! The BEST Aberforth Dumbledore Snarkiest!!!! <3 I am a big fan of how this author writes The Abe D! Actually I am a big fan of this author. FAVE! <3 A lot of times rarepairs can feel kind of hard to believe because the characters don't have canon time together. You are totally going to be convinced. ALSO BANTER. I love relationship progression with banter. Things get bittersweet because of the war but it's got a really beautiful earned happy ending <3 My fav het fic of the year. Best fic to end this list :D

#fic recs #hp fic recs #hp #hp fandom fic recs #squash recs #2023 fic recs #2023 hp fandom fic recs #2023 fics of the year list #recs #2023 hp fandom squash's ao3 wrapped #sorry spotify ao3 is more important for me

[arisenreborn]

@edgier-than-a-diamond thank you so much for the character thoughts prompt :D

1. What my Arisen thinks of them -

Reverie is almost a bit hypnotized whenever Wilhelmina's got her in her sights; she's astoundingly beautiful, entrancingly so, but there's also a lowkey sense of danger that Rev realizes she should be careful about but... mostly just adds to that mysterious appeal. She's very curious about her, because there seems to be more to her that meets the eye from the first time they meet, considering she was immediately willing to help get her out of a tricky predicament. There are ways in which Reverie is very perceptive, and others where her lost memories create a fault point in actually putting the pieces together. Nonetheless, even when they've established more of a bond of comradery and trust, she gets the sense that Wilhelmina is holding back - even when she's openly flirting.

2. What my Pawn thinks of them -

I feel like I have to first say: Rann isn't stupid. Quite the opposite. He's just not always quick to leap to what might be extremely obvious in instances of flirtation and physical intimacy. So while he knows the kind of work that goes on in the Rose Chateau, he doesn't have a strong personal opinion on it, hasn't really considered it. So for Wilhelmina, at first he simply thinks of her as any other individual they've crossed paths with, strong-willed, clever, and charismatic. There's a bit of caution: after all she seems to have secrets, and he's wary of anyone who might try to manipulate the Arisen to their own ends, but ultimately in the course of aiding the Reverie, proves herself to be an ally worthy of trust and respect. It's only a bit later that he realizes Wilhelmina is flirting with Reverie when he thinks any deeper about it...

3. What they think of my Arisen -

She isn't sure what to think of Reverie initially. She seems the kind sort, and a little soft, a little naive - but someone who was only kind, and soft, and naive, wouldn't be sneaking around the palace with that sharp, determined look in her eyes. Reverie is a slew of contradictions, and she suspects at times it's her loss of memory that lends to that. But those contradictions certainly make her interesting, and in the end she can't deny she's rather fond of their Arisen. Maybe... a little more than she would prefer. But she is very perceptive of the 'vibe' between Reverie and Rann; most of her play-flirting with Reverie ends up being deliberately in front of Rann to see that brow of his furrow.

Rann:

4. What they think of my Pawn -

Such a curiosity. At first she didn't think overmuch about him, though I do like to think she has slightly more sympathy for Pawns than perhaps your average Vermundian. Still, while she doesn't have much personal interaction with most Pawns, she could easily see there was something... different, about Rann. Possibly even before he actually really began showing any distinct growth. (I think she's just that good at reading people.) She has enough of her own problems to take care of without playing matchmaker, but whensoever she's around them she loves to prod at Reverie to see that above-mentioned confusion on his face. She knows there's a heart in there that's getting twisted up, he just hasn't figured it out yet, so she playfully believes she's doing him a favor helping him do just that.

Bonus: An extra headcanon I have about them -

Wilhelmina gifted Reverie a beautiful scarlet dress embroidered with golden dragons on the sleeves for wearing to masquerades. Another slightly... "I'm not sure if I really want that but it's on a shelf in my head" headcanon is that Rann goes to her for ~romantic advice~ at some point, which... when Reverie first hears "Rann went to the Rose Chateau" has her soul leaving her body.

#character prompts. #oc: rann (pawn) #oc: reverie (arisen) #thank you again!! <3

[squibstress]

HP Rec Fest -- Day 9

Prompt 8: A rarepair fic @hprecfest

The Art of Preservation

Pairing: Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank/Minerva McGonagall

Creator: yletylyf

Rating: K/G

Word Count: 2,000

Summary:

Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank agrees to help rebuild after the war. She's happy to do so, actually. She just wishes she could do it in a place other than that occupied by her old flame, Minerva McGonagall.

Why You Should Read It:

I have @kellychambliss to thank for turning me on to the joys of Minerva/Wilhelmina, which are on abundant display here.

This fic is such a great portrait of the aftermath of a relationship gone wrong–painful, beautiful, and just plain awkward at moments. And then the denouement... so lovely.

This Wilhelmina is wonderful–all the ambivalence is delicious. So brave with the dangerous creatures, and so not when it comes to facing Minerva.

Love Is a Battlefield

Pairing: Dudley/Firenze

Creator: @lash_larue

Rating: M/R

Word Count: 11,575

Summary:

Dudley Dursley is not a common man, he has his preferences and his principles, and he lives by the rules, always. The rules, however, are his own.

Why You Should Check It Out:

Boxing as foreplay! Dudley redeemed! Believable human/centaur relations that stay true to the canon depictions of centaurs! Yes, the author managed it all and more in this wonderful story.

Safe as Houses

Characters: Dedalus Diggle, Dudley Dursley, Hestia Jones, Mundungus Fletcher, Petunia Dursley (née Evans), Vernon Dursley

Pairing: Hestia/Mundungus

Creator: wwmrsweasleydo

Rating: T/PG-13

Word Count: 7,000

Summary: As if it wasn't bad enough babysitting ill-tempered Muggles, now Diggle's turned up with someone Hestia finds most unpleasant.

Why You Should Check It Out:

"Safe As Houses" has some of my favorite elements: missing moments from canon (what happens to the Dursleys after they leave Privet Drive), nicely filled out portraits of intriguing characters we only meet briefly in canon (Hestia, Dedalus, Mundungus), and surprising but believable developments in the relationshps between some of the characters.

Sunlight in the Garden

Pairing: Alice Longbottom/Pomona Sprout

Creator: lyras

Rating: M/R

Warning: References to the emotional fallout of the attack on the Longbottoms; references to memory loss

Word Count: 4,300

Summary:

Pomona hasn't seen Neville since he was a baby, but the moment he steps into her greenhouse, the past begins chasing her down.

Why You Should Check It Out:

"Sunlight in the Garden" is a deeply shaded fic featuring Pomona/Alice Longbottom, with lots of bittersweetness and a finish that made me sigh in delight. I espeically love the Pomona here—she's loyal (of course) and fierce in her own quiet way. I defy you not to love her.

The Vultures of Love

Pairings: Argus/Irma, Minerva/Severus

Creator: dueltastic

Rating: T/PG-13

Word Count: 13,000

Summary:

No author summary given, but fic pairs Minerva/Severus and Argus/Irma, and shows some of Severus' interactions with his mother.

Why You Should Check It Out:

What can I say? It's perfect Minerva/Severus, as far as I'm concerned: tenderness wrapped in the unsentimental, competetive, often snide package these two make. It features a Severus who grows from uncertain young man to confident lover and a Minerva who is recognizably older, more mature, but with a touch of human insecurity. It also features a Filch who is gloriously realized as a character with all his warts intact (like Severus) but also a few surprises. We also get to meet Eileen Prince and get a hint about where Severus got some of his good and bad qualities. A nifty little twist wraps this fic up in a pretty wonderful package.

#hprecfest #hprecfest2023 #hp fic rec #rarepair

[murcielagatito]

the undergarment issue (the accidental seduction of wilhelmina slater) • M • unfinished

wilhelmina had given her an assignment and betty was so excited. a thousand words on the history of women's undergarments. what sweet rotten luck that the only thing that had been on her mind was now something she had to write about. like some sick twisted freak was making her life hell on purpose. delicious hell because she got to spend her time looking at pretty women in pretty underwear. professionally of course.

#mi fic #bettymina #ugly betty #tasows

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

“Mary Prays The Rosary For My Broken Mind” (An AHS Apocalypse Fanfic) Michael Langdon x Fem!OC : Part 2

Two days later, and Primrose hadn’t seen much of Michael Langdon. She had passed him once in the hall, but he seemed distracted, and she was still bashful after the interrogation. Days and nights in Outpost Three seemed mechanical and lackluster. Well, until Emily knocked on Prim’s door. 

“Prim! Venable is calling a meeting. Everyone is to attend.” Emily spoke through the dark wooden door.

Primrose opened the door, coming face to face with her friend. Emily seemed stressed, like something terrible had happened, and Prim’s heart felt like lead. “More snakes? Did someone get contaminated?” She whispered as they walked down the hall towards the library. 

Emily stopped and turned to Primrose. “Timothy and I... we had sex.” 

Prim stopped walking as well. “Does Venable know? That’s against the rules! You could’ve gotten killed and turned into... stew...”

Emily’s expression turned dark. “They were going to kill us. Venable and Ms. Mead. But...”

“But what?!” Primrose said, distraught.

“But Langdon saved us. I’m not sure why... Maybe I was wrong to judge him so quickly.” Emily said, then shook her head.

Prim pursed her lips, glassy eyed as she drifted into a brief daydream about Michael’s hand sliding down gently onto her breast, right above her heart. She snapped out of the trance quickly, though, as Emily tapped her sharply on the shoulder.

“Prim? Prim! Are you ok?” Emily asked, eyes brimming with concern. 

“Yeah, I’m just... you know...”

Emily nodded. “I know. Its a lot to hear that Venable is still so willing to kill us over the slightest deviance from the rules. They’re stupid rules if you ask me.”

Primrose nodded, and the two girls continued down the hall. They entered the library silently, standing by the fireplace in anticipation as Wilhelmina Venable stood before everyone, calling the residents’ attention merely by her looming presence. 

“Times have been difficult,” she began in her usual weathered voice. “And perhaps punishments and other disciplinary measurements have been taken too far these past few weeks. Now, what I think we all need is a celebration. We have prevailed this long, so tonight there will be a Halloween Soiree.” Venable watched their shocked faces with amusement. Primrose and Emily smiled with a matching essence of uncertainty. 

‘Why is Venable suddenly so concerned with our happiness and wellbeing?’ Prim thought. Something felt off.

“I expect you all to come up with the most... exquisite costumes. And one last thing.” She stated, leaning on her cane. “Attendance, is mandatory.”

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Primrose stood in front of the long mirror in her room, staring blankly at herself, then sighing, and turning to the dresses she had arranged on the bed. It was hard to make decisions when she felt this nervous. What was the true motive for Venable hosting this party? ‘Will Michael be there?’ She wondered, lips parting for a second before she pushed the thought away. ‘Why does that matter?’ She lifted one of the dresses off of the bed. It was white velvet with silver and gold brocade and long bell sleeves. “Its giving angelic Juliette Capulet vibes.” She whispered. “What should my mask be made from?” Primrose thought as she undressed. There were feathers on the bodice of the other dresses. ‘Some of them are even white.’ She nodded. 

She’d be an angel for the party. She turned back towards the mirror, doing her best to get the gown on and cinch her own corset. Satisfied with how she looked, Primrose pinned her hair up in a simple twist with a pair of bejeweled combs that shone like moonlit diamonds. “Pretty...” she said. Then instantly felt ashamed. This dress was finer than anything her mother had ever had, even for her wedding. It probably would cost more than her tuition in the pre-apocalyptic world. It felt beautiful and wrong. “Just like...” Primrose silenced the thought. 

She turned and exited the hall, knocking on Emily’s door. Emily opened it. “Oh my god! You look beautiful! Like an angel!” Emily said, her thick dark curls pulled elegantly into an updo and her neck adorned with a beautiful necklace. She hugged Primrose tightly, then released her and backed up again to appreciate her friend’s costume. “Why do you look so sad, Prim? Tonight we get to celebrate our survival!”

“I don’t know... maybe if I finish making my mask it’ll cheer me up,” Prim said, not wanting to spoil the festive mood. “I’ll meet you in the library in a bit, ok?”

“Deal,” Emily nodded. 

Primrose returned to her room. She closed the door and started fiddling with the feathers she had plucked from the other gowns, trying her best to attach them to a very basic mask. 

“Need any help?” a charismatic and familiar voice said from behind her. 

Primrose whirled around, “How’d you g-get in here?” She gasped, coming face to face with Michael Langdon.

“You wanted me to come, so I came.” He breathed, studying her face with a look of delight. “You look like an angel.” 

She stood unable to look away from his tempting lips. Primrose felt a kind of magnetism to this man that was impossible to explain. “But I never said you should come here-”

“Shhh....” Michael said, gently stroking her pouty lower lip with his thumb. “You didn’t tie your corset all the way.” Langdon observed, spinning her around so her could see the bow where her corset was cinched. 

“Oh...” Primrose replied, caught off guard by his comment. “I guess I don’t have a lot of experience with clothes like these. Can you... help me? I told Emily I’d meet her in the library soon.” She asked, her voice shaking. 

“Actually, I wouldn’t bother. I don’t think this dress suits you very much at all.” Michael stated in an even tone. 

“But you said I looked like an angel? Isn’t that a good thing?” Prim questioned, turning back around quickly to face him. 

He towered over her, laughing softly and shaking his head, his long golden hair falling forward a bit as he bent down closer to her face. 

Before Primrose could think straight, his lips were on hers, and his kiss was absolutely intoxicating. It was a dark poison she couldn’t get enough of. It tasted of lust, and of every sinful act she had resisted in the past lifetime. She moaned, surrendering to Michael’s touch as his hands traveled over her curvy figure, caressing every part of her body she loathed and thought unworthy or lacking in beauty. His kisses traveled down her neck as his long graceful fingers undid the ribbons that fastened the dress onto her body. Then Langdon suddenly pulled away. “Come with me, Primrose.” He said. 

Like a lost puppy dog, she followed him obediently out the door of her room and into his own bedchambers. He closed the door behind them, and picked up a dark blood stained knife with a serrated blade. 

Primrose backed up against the wall, whimpering as he approached her with it. Her brown eyes widened abruptly with fear. She muttered something along the lines of a plea for mercy, until he was inches away. Then, with a swift and calculated gesture, Michael covered her mouth, muffling Prim’s scream as he ripped the blade through the fabric of her dress. The garment crumpled down to the ground and left her standing in only her underwear. 

When Langdon lifted his hand from her mouth, she started crying tears of shock and relief. “You scared me...” She whispered, staring up at Michael’s devilish grin. 

“Mmm...” Michael sighed with ecstasy as he pressed his erection up against her. “You’re so pure... Poor girl, you truly weren’t lying about your virginity.”

“Please go easy on me... this is my first t-t-time.” Primrose cried.

“I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.” Michael said, taking off his clothes and advancing towards the girl. She blushed, feeling guilty. Prim had never seen a man’s cock in person before, only in anatomy books, yet her instincts told her that his was exceptionally large. Intimidatingly so. He scooped her up, roughly tossing her onto his bed, where she spread her legs, submitting to him. It was a brief moment, he held her hips and stared directly into her eyes. Primrose’s mind flashed suddenly with images of pure evil, bloody sacrifices in the name of Satan, and wretched unspeakable sins she could never have imagined on her own. And then her mind cleared, and he plunged his length inside of her.

“Ahhh!” She squeaked as she felt her clit stretch and her body tremble with elation and fear. Michael pushed deep into her, then pulled out, leaving her panting. He fingered her wet pussy a bit before thrusting his dick back in. He did this repeatedly until Primrose climaxed and begged him to leave it in so he could cum inside her. 

Michael laughed, and she could hear his voice in her mind, taunting her and saying the filthiest and most vile things she had ever heard, perhaps that anyone had ever heard. Prim furrowed her brow in confusion, but was quickly distracted by the way he bit her neck and the feeling of him cumming. She felt warm blood trickle down her neck and she squirmed in pain. But the pleasure convinced her to cooperate and follow his lead once again. 

“Oh god....” She whispered.

Michael bit her harder, this time the pain was nearly unbearable. He pulled away, lips dripping with her blood. “No. Not god. I want you to say my name.” He growled. “Praise me.”

Primrose wept, neck stinging with sensitivity where he had ripped her flesh. “Praise... you?” She whimpered.

Michael nodded, locking her in his gaze.

“You’re... him. You’re S-s-s”

“SAY IT.” Micheal threatened. 

“Satan.” Primrose moaned. 

Michael looked somewhat satisfied, and kissed his victim passionately on her lips again, fingers wrapping around her neck. Primrose felt her vision grow dark.

When she regained consciousness, she was lying in the Antichrist’s bed, and she could feel the regret starting to set in. It ached like her neck where his hands had choked her. Michael was fully dressed once more, sitting at his desk and typing on his laptop. She got out of bed quickly dropping to her knees and kneeling with her hands pressed together as she repented to the Lord. 

When he paused he glanced in her direction and grabbed his serrated knife, scooping her up and pinning her against the wall. “Do you really think god still wants you? That he’d forgive you? That he’d show you any mercy? You naive little girl,” Michael scoffed. “You are mine now. You’re a filthy whore.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Embrace it. Stop pretending to love a god who killed your mother and abandoned you.”

Tears streamed down her face, and all her anger at god resurfaced. “That’s right...” Michael said, licking her lustfully. “That’s my girl. Now lie down again. I’ll join you once I finish deciding on the selections for the Sanctuary.” 

Primrose returned obediently to his bed, wrapping the soft covers around her body, and letting her exhaustion overtake her senses. She was about to drift off to sleep when the door opened and Venable and Ms. Mead entered. 

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[ariparri]

Carson Ivey - Reintroduction

I’m here to reintroduce my boy after a long time of not making any official content with him! For all my old and new mutuals and followers, meet Carson Ivey, my second MC for Hogwarts Mystery and Veruca McQuaid’s childhood best friend!

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Carson Ivey is a halfblood Scottish wizard, born on August 4th 1972. His father, Hudson, is a wizard and his mother Norah-Raylene is a muggle. Carson loves his parents greatly, and his mother fondly addresses him by the nickname Carsy. A name that Carson would take offense to if someone else called him that as that is considered a sacred name only his mother can use.

Carson grew up with Veruca, knowing each other when they were both five years old. Despite his parents' protests to the McQuaids paying for Carson's enrollment to attend the same performing arts school with Veruca, Elroy and Wilhelmina insisted it would be a nice experience for Carson since he showed an interest in music. Eventually the Iveys gave in when Carson said he wanted to learn how to play an instrument so he can play for them.

Out of all the instruments, Carson grew to love the violin. Carson has always been extremely responsive to music. He would sometimes cry like a baby listening to a moving piece of music. The violin is one of the most moving instruments he's ever experienced. It also helps that he was really drawn to the power of orchestral music from classic plays and the theater.

Other than classical music, Carson loves 80s rock music. His favorite bands and artists are Twisted Sister, Bon Jovi, Quiet Riot, and REO Speedwagon. Despite Carson attending a performing arts school, he lacks skills in singing. His singing is a bad, high key, out of pitch tune that can be heard from another room or down the hall. His parents love him too much to ruin his fun. Even Veruca and her family let him have his singing moments, with Wilhelmina joking that if that boy ever learns to sing perfectly that is not the real Carson. He even humors them that he has no intentions of ever learning how to sing. His bad singing is part of his character.

Carson is also a lighthearted prankster. He isn't too fond of magic related pranks, thinking some of them can go a bit too far. His pranks and jokes are meant to be for fun where everyone can laugh. Sure, the glitter prank he is most known for can get very messy, but he's always sticking around to clean it up after having a good laugh. If someone ever got caught in a prank set up for someone else, Carson will make sure that they're okay and will compensate if anything of theirs gets ruined or accidentally destroyed. One of his more lighthearted pranks is to wear odd and mismatched outfits to annoy Andre and even switch out Andre's clothes for horribly designed ones.

In Hogwarts, Carson has become adept in charms. And while he is decent with potions, he still sometimes botches the concoctions. Something he's always confused about since he follows the recipe exactly. He's not fond of Care of Magical Creatures due to how active the creatures get around him. A few occasions, the puffskeins would get loose and chase him around Hogwarts, once even cornering him completely in a room. It took more than Veruca, Rowan and Professor Kettleburn to get him out of the swarm.

Carson's closest friends besides Veruca and Rowan are Jae, Diego, Tulip, Tonks and Andre. Jae has become the group's handler in contraband and oddities, something Carson takes advantage of with his pranks. Of course, he pays using Veruca's money. Diego, it took some time for them to be friends since the two always bickered about trivial things like who was the better gentleman of the two.

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[niennandil-me-writes]

something new, something blue

cn: anxiety, abusive parents mention, cannibalism mention in an academic context, nsfw at the end

[my secret santa gift for @constantlytiredghost. November belongs to them.]

Wilhelmina sat bent over her studies, trying to take notes, trying to compare three different sources, trying to stay focused. She had always struggled with working while someone else was in the room, preferring the solitude and silence of her empty study. Not that she would have preferred to be alone right now. It had turned out she was even more distracted when the person with her was one she actually liked.

Last time Wilhelmina had looked behind her, which was about five minutes ago, November had been sitting on her bed, surrounded by the books she had brought from the library, most of them on funerary rites (“Wilhelmina, did you know about this clan of Yuan-Ti that eats their dead?” She had known about it, but still listened to November read her the passage and talk about similar accounts she had heard, wondering aloud whether the souls of the dead were watching over their cooks’ shoulder…).

Now she heard November stand up, walk around the room. She realized she’d been reading the same sentence for the tenth time, when she felt something graze her left horn. A bit puzzled, she looked up at November, or rather at her hat.

“Sorry,” the blue-clad cleric said. “I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“You aren’t – I mean – Don’t worry about it. I should just…”

“It’s just that you said you’d be ready in ten minutes, and that was half an hour ago.”

“Oh, right…” Wilhelmina bit her lip.

“I don’t want to interrupt your work,” November said gently. “But I’m getting hungry.” She tilted her head, winced, no doubt remembering their talk a few days back. “Or at least, I could do with a snack right now.”

“Uhm, sure, let’s go.” Wilhelmina stood up quickly. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. Let me just get my bag. I think the cafeteria has zucchini cream soup today. It’s my favorite, I’m sure you’ll love it as well! Is something wrong?”

November had stopped in her tracks suddenly, frowning. “Not really,” she said, hesitantly. “I just thought we might go eat somewhere else today?”

“Do you not like zucchini soup?” Wilhelmina asked, alarmed.

“No, it’s nice. Just… you already showed me the cafeteria when we cooked our chili there.” November smiled. “I thought maybe you want to show me some other place?”

Wilhelmina avoided her gaze, looking out the window instead. Despite studying in this city for 8 years and working here for another 2, she had never been to any of its restaurants, except for the rare occasions where someone explicitly invited her, and she hadn’t found an excuse in time. Even then, she remembered mainly how nervous she had been. Not the food, or the address or name of the establishment.

“You don’t think it’s still dangerous to go outside, do you?” November asked carefully. “I’m sure the whole thing has blown over.”

“I’m not worried about that. Anymore,” Wilhelmina added quickly. Then, finally, she had an idea: “There’s the food vendors! Uhm, there’s a place on campus with a bunch of food tents, I’ve heard. I’ve never been, but, you know, we could try it out…”

“Sounds great,” November beamed. “I love street food!”

Wilhelmina was glad it was around midday, so all she had to do was follow the groups of university students to find this place she had heard of and walked past sometimes, but never really visited. Too scary was the prospect of a colleague walking over while she ate her lunch, or a food vendor making small talk.

The tents were arranged in a semicircle around a cluster of wooden tables and benches, where students sat together chattering, discussing their studies, some with their notes scattered across the table next to their wooden plates. It wasn’t just students, though. Wilhelmina recognized some of her colleagues among them, and quickly turned away.

November, meanwhile, had been looking around the yard with big eyes and an even bigger smile. “I don’t even know what I should get, those all look so good! Do you have any recommendations, Wilhelmina?”

“Uhm, not really,” she murmured. “I’ve never eaten here.”

“Hmmm…” November looked around again. “Do you like curry?”

Wilhelmina nodded courtly, and November took her hand to guide her towards a red tent staffed by Tabaxi stirring in big pots and turning skewers and dumplings on a grill.

“Anything I can do for you, love?” one of the servers asked Wilhelmina.

She looked helplessly to November, whose gaze was fixed on the blackboard spelling out the different foods on display. Wilhelmina felt the shadows drape deeper over her face as the Tabaxi looked at her impatiently.

To her relief, November finally looked up: “I’ll have the vegan curry with samosas. And extra spicy, please.”

The Tabaxi nodded and then looked at Wilhelmina expectantly, who mumbled a “the same”, and then quickly fumbled for her money before November could pay or argue. They got their food quickly. Not being able to find an empty table, and despite Wilhelmina’s protests, November spread out her cloak on the grass, so they could sit there comfortably.

“Can I have some of your carrots?” November asked.

“Hm?” Wilhelmina was pushing around her food. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

November tilted her head and looked at her bow. “Didn’t you also order samosas?”

“Wh- Yes, I did, but…”

They both looked down at Wilhelmina’s very samosa-less bowl.

“They probably just forgot it,” November said. “Should I come with you to ask for them?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Wilhelmina said quickly.

“But you wanted samosas, right? And you paid for them? So you should get samosas.”

“Really, November, it’s okay.”

November quickly made a grab for Wilhelmina’s bowl and stood up to walk back to the food tent. Wilhelmina followed her, but then halted indecisively. In horror, he watched November tap the Tabaxi who had served them earlier on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, my friend ordered samosas with that?”

Wilhelmina wanted to call another “it’s fine” but could barely move her lips. Her entire body shrouded in shadows as the Tabaxi looked over to her with a furrowed brow. This was it. She would get yelled at. And she would yell back and maybe hurl a sliver of her psychic magic at the server and then run away and hide in the library, never to be seen again, never to see November agai–

“Sorry, love, I’ll take care of that right away.” The server took the bowl and went back inside the tent. November turned around and shot Wilhelmina a smile, soon rejoining her with the fixed order.

“Thanks,” Wilhelmina said meekly. “Uh, thanks for doing that for me.”

“No problem,” November beamed. “Just pay me back in carrots.”

The curry was delicious, the samosas even moreso. Spicy, but not too much to handle for Wilhelmina’s fire-resistant Tiefling body and November’s deadened nerves.

“Maybe we could go here more often,” Wilhelmina said hesitantly. “For as long as you’re staying, at least. This is much easier when I have you with me.” It wasn’t just the heat of the food that drove a blush to her cheeks.

November smiled. “It’s really nice here.” She had made herself comfortable in the grass, looking around. “What else have we planned for today?”

“Planned? What do you mean?”

“Well, you did say you’d show me around the city. And today seems a good day for that. Unless you are too busy?”

Wilhelmina had said that. Though she had mainly referred to the university, and had hoped she could put it off for a while.

“I… actually don’t know that many places here. I can show you around the university, though,” she suggested.

“That would be nice. But maybe, we could go some other place? I’ve already been around the university a bit.”

Wilhelmina contemplated what she could show November, while her partner sat patiently, cleaning out the last of her curry from the bowl.

“There’s a couple of parks,” Wilhelmina said hesitantly. “Oh! There’s the museum.” She lit up. “Numerous museums, actually. There’s the history museum, and the museum of arts, the museum of magic…” She looked at November, who was listening, smiling, most important of all: nodding.

“Sounds fun.”

“Erm, is there something specific you’d be interested in?” Wilhelmina asked.

“The museum of magic sounds interesting. But I’d let you choose.”

After returning their plates, Wilhelmina led the way through the streets of the city. November kept skipping ahead or falling behind to take in the sights, or even just a shop window. The second time she returned from such an exploit, November took Wilhelmina’s hand in hers, and the Tiefling was too flustered to launch into her lecture about the historical figure depicted by the statue November had just returned from.

It was strange. Wilhelmina had lived in this city for almost a decade – since she had started her studies. And yet right now, with November’s hand in hers, and her tail hesitantly laid around her partner’s hip, the ways seemed to stretch so much longer. The colors were brighter, the shop fronts more enticing and the attractions more exciting. There was a bittersweetness to it. Wilhelmina caught herself evading November’s eyes and quickening her step just a bit.

Walking into the well-known shadow of the old museum felt like a relief. She waived both November and herself through with her university sigil.

“Don’t we have to pay?” November asked.

“The university – the Librarian, that is – donated some artifacts to the museums in the past,” Wilhelmina explained. “University people and their companions have free entry.”

November looked around the room they had entered, which held ancient wands and staffs on the walls and in locked glass cabinets.

“Is any of the stuff here from you? I mean, did you bring something here back from an adventure? Like the Kryschos in the library?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Wilhelmina said. “I did help with the identification of a magical cloak, however.”

“Well, then lead the way.”

Wilhelmina needed a moment to understand before November took her hand again. She nodded and together they walked into a room displaying magical clothing. The cloak of interest was hanging spread-out at the wall among many others of a similar kind. All of them were frayed at the edges and had a few holes, which had made it hard to identify what magic exactly they held, especially since they couldn’t be used anymore without running danger of destroying them or oneself. With the artefact in question, it had taken weeks to even say for sure whether it was magic at all, or just had residue from a spell stuck to it in a very peculiar way, until they had figured out that the magic ran through one single strand of one single thread of the elaborate embroidery. After that discovery, the delicate process of analyzing the fibers one by one without damaging the fabric had been Wilhelmina’s job, which had taken the better part of two weeks.

“So what does it do?” November asked as Wilhelmina ended her description of the work.

“We, uh, still don’t really know,” Wilhelmina said a bit meekly. “The thread has way too many tears in it to say for certain. It’s almost like a text with words or whole paragraphs missing. We assume it’s a form of protective cloak. The magic is mostly Abjuration, with trace amounts of Evocation. There might be fire involved, though whether it protected from it or summoned fire in some way we cannot say for sure. The motives of the embroidery led us to believe it might be a part of a set of 5, or perhaps 6, though as far as we could find out, no others like it have ever been found. Further studies … what?”

November was grinning from ear to ear. Now she tilted her head. “What ‘what’?”

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’re really good at this,” November said. “Explaining things I mean. You’re like a walking book.”

There was that familiar sting in her chest. A feeling that made her want to lash out, want to hide away in a dark room, a shadow within shadows. It was an instinct she still couldn’t fully let go off. Sharp words at the tip of her tongue. Words she held back. But when did speak, it still came out a bit harsher than she had wanted it to: “I must be boring you. We should just look at other stuff.”

November’s smile didn’t disappear, but turned softer. “But I like hearing you explain things.”

Wilhelmina didn’t look up. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Why else would I be here?”

Yes, why were they here? Right back in her comfort space, surrounded by silence and musty air and relics, like they had never left the library at all, when November had wanted to see the city’s sights. Wilhelmina bit back those words as well, and instead looked around the room. “What do you want to hear about next?”

That was how they moved through the museum, room by room, November pointing out artifacts, and Wilhelmina recounting what she could remember of their history, meaning and the magic they held. They looked at a variety of magic foci, enchanted cloaks (“this one looks a bit like Tony’s, don’t you think?”), studied spell scrolls and books locked behind special glass that prevented them from being used to cast, and spell-storing stones and jewels. They spent about half an hour looking at different magic hats as well as normal hats that used to belong to powerful magic users, including a fedora that allegedly used to belong to Melf himself. November stared at that one for quite a while.

“Who do you think has better style?” she finally asked.

“You, undoubtedly,” Wilhelmina said.

“Hm? Oh, I meant between that witch hat over there and Melf’s,” November clarified. “But thanks, much appreciated.”

“Oh, I just meant…,” Wilhelmina stuttered.

“I still think I need some more trinkets and thingamajigs,” November said, considering the brim of the witch hat bending under the weight of various pieces of decoration.

It was only after a while of walking and talking her way through the museum that Wilhelmina noticed they were being followed around by four people. She halted in her explanation of a specific magic broomstick. Helplessly, she looked over at November, who laughed: “I think you got an audience.”

“Am I talking too loudly?” Wilhelmina whispered.

One of the other visitors, an Elf holding a notebook, lifted their hand: “Sorry, does it cost extra to join the tour?”

Wilhelmina felt the shadows drape over her face. “I’m not – I mean…” She trailed off as November took her hand.

“Should I tell them to leave us some space?” she asked in a low voice.

Wilhelmina bit her lip. “No. I mean, if we’re here anyway…” She cleared her throat, then said louder: “I’m not a guide, but you can stay if you want.”

Wilhelmina had become quite good at holding presentations over the years at university, but she had never been comfortable during them. This was similar, now that she was aware of the eyes directed at her. At first, at least. But whenever she felt November close to her, touching her hand for just a moment or brushing shoulders, it didn’t put her on edge like any other proximity would have in that situation. She focused in on her and found the speaking just as easy as before. She wrapped her tail around November’s leg, not caring that everyone saw. She had given up on that at the ball. There were a lot of things she cared about less now, she realized.

By the time they left the museum, it was already getting dark, the sun having disappeared behind the skyline a while ago. They walked through the shadowed streets, Wilhelmina choosing a longer way back to the university.

“We can go window shopping until the stores close if you like,” Wilhelmina said. “And then pick up some food to take to my room.”

“What’s that commotion over there?” November asked.

Wilhelmina followed her gaze. It had indeed gotten louder, voices and distant music and joyful screams echoing through the streets. In that direction, the house walls and cobblestones were lit in various colors that replaced the waning light of the sun.

The closer they got, the more they could recognize: First, small stands on either side of the street, offering snacks and sweets. The farther away, the more people bustled about, until the street led to the entrance of a park, which seemed to be the center of the commotion. Between the trees, a wide array of tents, booths and big stalls had been erected, lit by the colorful light of lanterns hanging from the branches, both mundane and magical in nature.

“Win your prize at the ranger’s hut!” an Elf holding a toy-sized bow and arrow yelled from within a booth. “Just hit the target three times!”

“The best waffles in the city!” barked a Halfling from a stand laden with sweets.

“Get your fortune told at Madame Mertha’s!” a Gnome called over from a tent.

Wilhelmina and November had stopped at the park entrance.

“Looks like a fair,” Wilhelmina said. “I heard one comes to town sometimes.”

“Well, then we’re in luck,” November said. “I haven’t been to one in ages!”

Even though she was tired and usually avoided large crowds, Wilhelmina joined November without complaint as she walked inside the park to have a look around. As if she knew the place, November casually guided their way to a big hut that was shrouded in an intense sugary sweet smell.

“You want some candyfloss, Wilhelmina?”

Wilhelmina jumped as November’s question drew the attention of a Tortle who was selling the sweets. She mumbled something, and kept looking around the stand, noticing gingerbread hearts in the back, different kinds of candy sticks and chocolates…

November tapped her shoulder and she turned to see two giant blue-and-white clouds under the big hat of her partner. Wilhelmina smiled shyly as she took her candyfloss. As she turned the stick to tear off a small wisp with pointed fingers, she realized that the sugary threads were glowing from within.

“Nice, isn’t it?” November said, her eyes glowing almost as bright as the candy. “The vendor casts a Light cantrip on the inner part. It looks almost like a will-o’-wisp, don’t you think?” She smirked. “So it fits you.”

Wilhelmina stopped with the sugar halfway to her mouth, looking down herself, then at the glowing confection, then at November. “It also fits your colors,” she said sheepishly. “And, um, thanks.” She finally put the sugar in her mouth. It melted in a sticking sweet intense flavor, with just a hint of blueberry and vanilla.

November furrowed her brow. “Have you never had candyfloss before, Wilhelmina?”

“Um, not that often. Why?”

November grinned, and Wilhelmina realized that her eyes had widened as she took the bite, and that her tail stood up rather than subtly hanging down as usual. She quickly wrapped it around November’s leg, and then felt even more embarrassed.

November took her hand and smiled at her calmly. “I saw some interesting stalls over there, wanna see?”

Wilhelmina let November guide her on. “I, uh, never was allowed much candy by my parents,” she explained. “And I’ve only ever been to a funfair once. My sister, Ramona, snuck us out for it. We were grounded for a week after that. But she found a way to pass letters under my door, and some candy she got there for me.”

“At least you have one family member that allows fun,” November said. “We had a small fair coming by the town once a year. My family would even do their own stand sometimes. Basically a haunted house.” November smiled in reminiscence.

Wilhelmina turned the candyfloss around in contemplation. “Were any of the ghosts real?”

“That’s a family and company secret.”

They had arrived at a bigger stall with a particularly large crowd gathered around it. At closer inspection, it seemed to be selling trinkets and toys that had weak magical properties, which explained the amount of children pulling at their parents' sleeves and begging for what had caught their attention. But older customers were examining the wares as well.

There were music boxes with dancing figurines inside, endlessly spinning tops, hairbands that promised to increase the effects of studying (Wilhelmina looked at that for a moment longer), chalk that wrote in rainbow colors, sending stones (of particular interest to a group of teenagers), brushes that dyed your hair, and much more.

One particular object caught both Wilhelmina’s and November’s attention at almost the same time, as they called out to the other with fingers pointed.

“You know who that would be perfect for?” November said in excitement, looking at the metal orb the size of her head. The metal had some holes and etchings, such that Wilhelmina for a second had wondered if it was the making of magic or artifice, but at least the silver light streaming from within seemed to be magical. The corner it stood in wasn’t lit, except for the little dots the object produced, projecting star clusters and constellations at the wooden wall, exactly like the real ones in the sky above.

“Tony would love that,” Wilhelmina agreed.

The vendor, a Gnome standing on the elevated floor of the stall, had noticed their attention. “You can change the hemisphere and plane it shows,” they explained, turning a lever on the orb to switch to a sky Wilhelmina had never seen before.

“We have to get that for them,” Wilhelmina and November said at once.

“Costs a small fortune, though,” November added, glancing at the label.

Wilhelmina, who had already reached for her wallet, hesitated. “I mean, I can…”

“We will split it,” November said. “And then we have to find a way to send that to Tony’s ship.”

After making their purchase and carefully storing it in November’s bag, they walked on, Wilhelmina keeping her tail around November as if to steady herself. They arrived at an area where there seemed to be a lot of competitions and prizes to win.

“Those are always rigged,” Wilhelmina mumbled, an echo of her parents’ opinion, looking at a game where participants had to throw very small rings around very big cylinders.

“Wanna find out how rigged?” November asked.

“What?”

But November was already pulling her towards one of the games, and Wilhelmina didn’t really have a choice but to follow or get lost in the crowd. November looked around a bit at the games. “Which should we try?”

“Um…”

“Want to try out the Dwarf Strike?” a gruff voice called over to them, and they both turned to look at a Dwarf woman standing next to a wooden construction three times her size, with markings up its length labelled from “Halfling Baby” and “One-Armed Kobold” over “Strongest Elf” and “Weakest Bugbear” up to “Orc”, “Dwarf” and “Dwarf-Orc”.

“Ya just have to hit the base with this here hammer and if ya get to one of t’ upper ones, ya get a prize.”

“Bit stereotyping, don’t you think?” November remarked, pointing at the labels.

The Dwarf flinched. “Get that a lot. It’s an older model and I’m too lazy to think o’ something better. Now, does one of ya beauties want to try ya hands at it.” She pointed at a shelf laden with prizes behind her, mostly brightly colored plushies and little bundles filled with candy. “Maybe win one of them stuffies for yer lady friend?”

November looked at Wilhelmina, who shook her head.

“I’ll try it,” November said and walked up to the wooden tower to pay for one attempt. Wilhelmina stood to the side and watched her pick up the large hammer. She weighed it in her hands and tried to pull it up before stopping. “Oh, almost forgot, Wilhelmina, can you take my hat for me?”

She quickly walked over and put the hat on Wilhelmina’s head. As she leaned closer to pull it over her horns, she winked at her and whispered, “Try to distract her a bit for me, okay?” She was back at the tower before Wilhelmina could say anything. It seemed to take her some effort to lift the hammer into the air and over her shoulders. She winked at Wilhelmina again.

Wilhelmina bit her lips. She stepped a bit closer to the Dwarf. “Is, um… does this fair come here often?”

“’bout twice a year. Big cities are always happy to have us.”

Wilhelmina took a deep breath. Made a little gesture with her hand as if to draw attention. Then she started talking, weaving enthralling magic into her words, talking without interruption to capture and cage the Dwarf’s attention. She talked about this being her first time here, about Ramona taking her to the fair back home many years back, the pressure her parents put her under, and she was about to start talking about her growing discomfort at this place when there was a loud BANG as November struck the hammer to the base with full force, followed by a louder GONG sound as the puck was thrown upwards to hit the third highest mark. For the fraction of a second Wilhelmina saw the outline of a silvery shovel around the hammer, then it was gone.

“Did I do it right?” November asked innocently.

The Dwarf scratched her head, but apparently, she hadn’t seen what Wilhelmina had spotted, and so she just grinned and said. “Congrats, lass. Didn’t think you’d have that much power in ya.” She walked back to the row of prices, picking out a big blue stuffed owl with a large pink heart on its chest. “That one right for ya?” she asked and handed the prize not to November but rather to Wilhelmina, who nodded a bit befuddled. “Looks just like you,” the Dwarf winked. “You sweethearts have anything else planned?”

“Not really,” November said quickly. She took Wilhelmina’s hand and turned away, but the Dwarf was still talking.

“There’s a ferris wheel over yonder. My brother is manning it. Can see the whole city from the top, so it’s nice if you haven’t been to the city for long. Might be something for you lovebird- whoa!”

All the lights had gone out all of a sudden, the place cast in shadow. Yells and murmurs and complaints came from the crowd around them, getting more confused as it became clear that it wasn’t just the lights, but that a bubble of total darkness had taken over a small part of the park.

Having let go of November’s hand and drawn in her tail, Wilhelmina ignored her companion’s calls and left. She stepped outside the darkness, past the confused crowd. When she left the park, she consciously recalled the spell that she had unconsciously cast. The walk back to university was like a haze, her vision blurry from tears, hands cramped into fists, face draped in shadow, staring down anyone who dared come close to her.

Finally, she stepped inside her room, closed and locked the door behind her, and threw herself on her bed. It took only a few seconds for the anger bubbling up in her to simmer into a shallow guilt. She shut it out. It didn’t matter. She was more comfortable in her room anyway.

She jumped when there was a knock at her door.

She stayed silent. Didn’t move. Face pressed into her pillow.

Another knock. “Wilhelmina?” November’s voice, soft and concerned.

“Go away!” Wilhelmina called. “Don’t let me ruin the fun you were having!”

It was silent for a while. Wilhelmina sat up, only now noticing the hat that had fallen on the floor. She had forgotten she had been wearing it while fleeing. She picked it up and walked to the door, unlocking and opening it by an inch. She half expected November to be gone, but she still stood there. Her brow was furrowed with what might have been worry.

“Sorry for stealing your hat,” Wilhelmina said meekly. She tried to pass the hat through the gap and immediately close the door again, but November was already holding it in place.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“Don’t you want to go to the ferris wheel?” Wilhelmina didn’t look at her.

“Not if it’s not with you.”

Wilhelmina chewed her lip, anger bubbling up inside her again. “Fine.” She let go off the door and sat down on her bed again. November followed her and let herself fall down beside her.

“You forgot your plush,” she said, sitting the owl on the mattress next to her.

Wilhelmina didn’t look at it or November. “I got you licorice.”

“What?”

“At the candy stall. I got you licorice.” Wilhelmina pointed at her bag on the floor, holding a paper package of licorice sticks. “I think you’ll like it. It has an intense flavor.”

“Ah,” November said.

A silence fell over the room that was neither save nor comfortable.

“Soooo,” November said after a while. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong, or do you just want to sit there and pout?” And when she didn’t get an answer: “I wouldn’t have a problem with that. You have a very cute pout.”

“It’s not – “ She stopped herself and pressed her lips together.

“Yes, it is. Your ears turn downwards when you pout.”

“I’m not pouting,” Wilhelmina pouted.

“Yes, you are. And it’s cute.” She reached out to Wilhelmina’s face, who flinched away, staring her down.

She could feel the shadows darken, was about to send a mind sliver in November’s direction to get the thoughts that were muddling her mind like ink blotches on the page of a book to leave, and November along with them. If she didn’t get it, she could feel it, and maybe then she’d understand it, and maybe then she would leave her alone, leave and never come back, and she’d be alone and in peace again.

But then something turned softer about November’s expression, and she turned and pulled her legs up to her chest, so she was facing Wilhelmina. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanna know what’s wrong.”

There was something about her that let the walls Wilhelmina had built around herself crumble. About her and Tony both. But where Tony was a wrecking ball, November seemed like a magical brew that dissolved the adhesive sticking the bricks together.

Wilhelmina looked away, draping her face in shadows in shame rather than anger this time. After everything, her first instinct was still to lash out. Hurt people before they could hurt her. Keep them at a distance so their words could never sting. The truth was that she liked those walls she had built, and that she felt exposed without them.

“Sorry,” Wilhelmina said meekly. “I was being an idiot.”

“Nobody said anything about that,” November said. “I just want to know what happened.” Wilhelmina felt November’s cold fingers gently brush her own hand, and this time, she didn’t pull away.

“It’s stupid,” Wilhelmina said again. “You will laugh at me, or get mad, and both would be justified.”

“Now you’re being unfair towards yourself,” November said.

Wilhelmina hesitated, as if trying to find the right words, as if they hadn’t been echoing through her mind all the way home. “It’s just… You wanted me to show you the city, but I had nothing to show. I don’t even know the city I’ve lived in for years.”

“You showed me the museum,” November interjected.

“Yes, and as soon as we left, you wanted to see something else, something more exciting,” Wilhelmina said, turning to her. “And I get it, I have nothing to offer. I’m… boring. You are amazing! You always tell me about your adventures, of guiding lost souls into the afterlife, of beating people up with a spiritual shovel, or forcing them to dig their own graves, of escaping death itself! You talked to that … experiment? creature? – when I didn’t even know what to do.

“And Tony as well! They’re traveling the world by ship. And what do I do? I sit here in my study and read old books! I’m a glorified scribe! I spent all my life trying to please my parents, or – or some Archfey I sold my soul to, without mattering to any of them at all, and now I’m 28 and I feel like I haven’t lived a single day of my life. I can’t even show you anything exciting in this city that’s worth doing. I must be so boring to you.”

November had listened with her head tilted. Now she reached out both hands to take Wilhelmina’s face between them, preventing her from looking away again. “You’re pretty amazing as well.”

Wilhelmina flushed. “You’re just saying that.”

November didn’t relent. “Wilhelmina, when I first met you, you killed a guy with your own negative thoughts. I’ve seen the stuff you brought to the Librarian, and the stuff you analyzed for the museum. That’s not boring, that’s great. Amazing even.”

Wilhelmina wanted to contradict her again, but she couldn’t even open her mouth before November had leaned forward and, still holding her head in place, pressed her lips on it. A silent squeal escaped Wilhelmina, and in response November’s lips curled upwards. Then, Wilhelmina relaxed, closing her eyes to sink into the kiss. November’s fingers brushed over her cheeks. Wilhelmina gently laid her tail on November’s back, then wrapped it around her midst as the kiss became something more intense. Her hands burrowed into November’s hair. On the edge of her mind, she noticed that November’s hat had fallen off, and she didn’t seem to have noticed at all. November’s skin and lips and mouth were cold, but never would she have called that cold lifeless. If anything, it was calming against the heat of Wilhelmina’s cheeks and embarrassment and –

“Wilhelmina,” November whispered as she pulled away. “There is something else you can show me that I haven’t tried yet.”

“What?” Wilhelmina, who, unlike November, needed to breathe, panted.

November reached down to the stacks of books that were piled up beside the bed, pulling up a thin booklet, which Wilhelmina recognized in horror.

“That’s not mine!” she said quickly. “I mean, I have never seen that before! I mean – “

November laughed. She started flipping through the pages, which were filled with drawings of featureless bodies of different races tied up in various compromising positions, with instructions written in between the sketches. “I just thought it might be fun to try out, and that maybe you have some more experience with that than with fairs?”

Wilhelmina called the shadows intentionally this time to hide her flushed cheeks and caught expression. She bit her lip. “Well… I mean – I – We could try something out. If you want. I assume.” She looked up at November and managed a smile. “Do you, uhm, does any specific variant strike your interest?”

November kept flipping through the pages. “The ones where you hang from the ceiling look wild.”

“Those… probably aren’t the best idea for a complete beginner,” Wilhelmina cautioned.

“Yeah, thought so,” November said. “I might be dead, but I don’t know how I feel about playing vampire right now. Maybe when Tony comes over, we can try that with them, I bet they’d have fun.” She chuckled and turned to a page at the beginning.

“These are pretty easy,” Wilhelmina said. “To tie and to experience, I mean.”

“This one seems good,” November said, pointing to one.

Wilhelmina considered the sketches and accompanying instructions. She nodded.

“Do you have rope here or should I get some from my pack?”

Wilhelmina, who had already bent down to retrieve the equipment from under her bed, stopped dead in her tracks. “Um. No. I don’t.”

November chuckled. She slipped her shirt over her head.

“Wait, what are you – “

“All the people in the pictures are nude,” November said innocently. “I thought it was the point?”

“I don’t – I mean – you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable…” She couldn’t keep her eyes from trailing back to November’s now exposed chest.

“Wilhelmina.” November stood up and put a hand to Wilhelmina’s chin again. Somehow, despite it meaning a closer proximity to breasts, it calmed her down. “How about I just tell you when I’m not comfortable with something? And the same goes for you.”

Wilhelmina nodded again. “Sit down and give me your leg.”

Following the instructions meticulously, Wilhelmina set to work. Starting with a knot at the ankle, she first tied November’s thigh to her shin. She then passed the black rope around her hip and chest, before continuing on the other leg. Although she had been nervous at first, not being used yet to being this … intimate with November, Wilhelmina found the process calming in a way. She soon forgot she had the naked body of her girlfriend in front of her, all her attention being taken up by the knots and ties and careful technique. Once or twice, she had to work backwards to untangle a mistake, apologizing for the holdup. But November remained patient, encouraging.

It took some time, but finally, it was done. Wilhelmina stepped away to consider the work. She discovered a few more mistakes she had made, but now the thrilling sight demanded back the attention Wilhelmina had put somewhere else for a while.

November’s arms were tied behind her back, legs bound calve to thigh and affixed to the arm in a way that forced her to keep them parted. In addition, there were some aesthetic ties around her upper body, the tightness of the rope pushing out her cute small breasts.

November was grinning. “Well, how do I look?”

There were a thousand words jumbling together in Wilhelmina’s mind: Beautiful. Cute. Sexy. Pretty. Hot. I want you. Adorable. So bad. Stunning. Right now.

What came out was an incoherent mumbling mess.

November chuckled again. “Well, watching you tie me up was fun, but I gotta admit, I don’t really see the appeal that much? I can’t even move.”

“That is… kind of the point,” Wilhelmina murmured.

“Yeah, I know, I just don’t really see how that would help in getting it on.”

“Well.” Wilhelmina had caught herself a bit again. She tried to sound mischievous: “Now I can do with you whatever I want?”

November’s smile turned into a smirk. “Like what?”

“Like this.” Wilhelmina knelt down on the bed in front of November and kissed her. November kissed back, tenderly sucking on her lips. She struggled, trying to touch Wilhelmina, but the binds kept her in her helpless position. Wilhelmina put one hand to the rope at her chest and pulled on it, gently for now, to get her closer. Her lips wandered down November’s neck, and the other couldn’t follow. She kissed along her collarbone. Her fingers brushed the scar over November’s heart.

Wilhelmina brought her lips to November’s ear, whispered: “Are you still comfortable?”

November nodded. “Like I said, I’ll tell you if I’m not.” She sounded almost out of breath.

Wilhelmina took the words as a full invitation. She put one hand on November’s right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her tail wrapped around November, under the ropes, interweaving with them and holding her even closer. One hand wandered farther down. November gasped in anticipation.

Wilhelmina kissed the cold skin over November’s heart as she pushed two fingers inside her. There was so much more she wanted to show her.

#my writing #oc writing #secret santa #november la morte #wilhelmina twist #november/wilhelmina #blu babes #comfort #fluff #light smut

[whistlingtunes]

old school (2010s ish) Jily recs

Thought I’d share a few of my favourite older Jily fics for anyone that hasn’t come across them before, or wants to reminisce.

Purely Business by Zayz (oneshot, rated M) - head students-with-benefits angst

"They didn’t do it out of love. They were not in love, nor did they want to be. They barely knew each other. None of this was romantic, not even close. What they had together was purely business."

and it burns like me for you by Wilhelmina Willoughby (oneshot, rated T)

She's almost to the library when a hand grabs her wrist and yanks her into what appears to be an empty classroom. It is. They've been here before. She's intimately acquainted with the desk nearest the door. But it's a good thing she's not honest.

Kiss and Tell by SunshineDaisiesWindmills (multi-chapter, rated M)

The rules were simple. Provoke each other. Scream at each other. Snog each other. Do this as frequently as possible, but don't ever, ever kiss and tell.

 If We Only Die Once by Apalapucian (multi-chapter, rated M)

Lily gets flak for dating James and gets sucked in to the belief that he's better off without her. She tells him she doesn't love him anymore, and after a while, she manages to make him believe the lie.

Bloody Shangrila by dorcasdeadowes (multi-chapter, rated M) - muggle AU

"The way she babbled on about the place made it seem like some sort of promised land, but James knew full well that is was nothing of the sort. Sowsworth was a wasteland that comprised of seven shops, a pub, and the incredibly bored shadows of lonely people. It was not bloody Shangri-la.

Love and Other Tragedies by Fancyeyes (multi-chapter, rated M) - Lily’s on a journey of self-discovery while trying to solve murders of students. This has one of the best plot twists I’ve ever read in fic.

And the Wolves All Cry by monroeslittle (long-shot, rated M) - AU angst (with a happy ending)

if a certain person doesn't hear a prophecy, does it still come true?

Literally everything written by @fetchalgernon​ / cgner - AU queen! Honorable mentions to:

To Live Nobly (oneshot, rated T) - this one will break your heart a little

Question Time (oneshot, rated E) - Prime Minister James & MP Lily AU

Key Limes (oneshot, rated T) - Prince James & actress Lily AU

#Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #fic recs

[queerregulusablack]

do u ship regulily or jegulily and if so do u jave any headcanons or anything ud like to ramble about them hehhee (or mayhaps a snippet if you've written anything 👀🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽)

My friend I will ship anything if it's cute enough lmao.

I've written some bits and pieces for Jegulily! Through The Veil is Jegulily, and so is my poor neglected Blind!Regulus AU. I am a stuanch supporter of the 'Love triangle? But [CHARACTER] has two hands' philosophy. OT3s reign supreme.

Hmmmmm let me grab some Regulus introspection from the Blind!Regulus AU for you.

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He’d not lied to Lily, saw no point to lies most of the time. He did think she was beautiful, and James too, and Remus and Barty and Pandora. He thought Evan was beautiful as well, and Wilhelmina Lavrentyeva, with the curls so prominent in her hair that he could feel them when she let him muddle through braiding it, and Jisoo Cho in Hufflepuff, with her carrying, cackling laughter. He thought plenty of people were beautiful, once he knew them well enough to decide they were.

He didn’t… have any frame of reference, any more, for what other people classified as ‘beautiful’. Regulus was reasonably sure his mother had been thought to be so, but the only lasting image of her that he could conjure up was that final one, with her brow scrunched and her mouth twisted into a sneer.

But with Lily and James it was also different. 

James, once Regulus had managed to move past his defensive anger at the other boy stealing Sirius from him, had been the first person Regulus had ever thought of as beautiful. His laughter was hiccuping and helpless, and he leaned all of his weight against Regulus when he talked to him, and his gait was bouncing, ever so slightly, unmistakable whenever he walked toward him. His palms were stocky and square, and rough with callous, and he smelled like broom polish. He was beautiful, in the way hope was beautiful. In the way steady, soothing things were beautiful.

Lily was beautiful in the way Regulus imagined forest fires were. It was impossible not to know that Lily Evans was beautiful. To know her was to be consumed, or devoured, or- overwhelmed, he supposed, like getting caught in a riptide. Words didn’t do her justice. She took Regulus’ hands in hers when he made her blush and held his fingers to her cheeks so he could feel the warmth of it. Her hair smelled like lavender, and when she was annoyed she clicked her tongue against the backs of her teeth, and she hummed under her breath when she wrote her essays. 

Much as Regulus could - and did - judge the way he’d gone about it, he couldn’t judge James for how infatuated with her he always had been. Really, the greatest mystery to Regulus was that it was taking her so long to feel the same way in return.

#owl post #QRABs fic #jegulily #blind!regulus #I've GOT to finish this thing I'm so *close* to being done with it

[jennystahl]

*oliver twist/charles dickens orphan boy voice* please dany i want some more…. in depth lore posts about your call of cthulhu hotties 🥺🙏🥣 background, career, personal relationships, fears, etc 🦑

MIDGE, born Marjorie, is a librarian at Miskatonic who also now owns her family's antique store. She's 34 as of 1926 and her main goal in life is to discover why her parents were murdered in that very antique store fourteen years prior. She was a fencer in her youth, still keeping up with the practice; she's quite adept. She studied medieval history at Miskatonic and got lucky to be employed in the library there once she graduated. She employs people to run the antique store (Tales Retold, or just the Templeton Antique Store) while she works or is off researching. As of right now in our timeline, she's in Berlin, following a lead on her parents' deaths and getting into all sorts of culty trouble with Wilhelmina Engel (belonging to @newbordeaux). She speaks fluent German and owns a lot of scary artifacts, the vast majority of which she knows nothing about.

DOVE is a gun moll through and through. She's 25 as of 1926 and lives a life of fun and vice, and she loves it. She met her gangster boyfriend, Elias, three years ago and whether it's a lifetime sorta thing is yet to be seen...but as of now, she loves him and she loves his money (yes, separately), especially since she came from poor stock in Providence. She has an older sister called Birdie that she still talks to, and she sends letters to her parents on occasion, but for the most part she can be found in her fancy apartment or in the numerous speakeasies she frequents, with or without Elias. She got brought into the horrors when she was called to New York to help with a distant relative's legal case...turns out she's heir-bound to a centuries-old blood curse that requires her to wear a special ring at all times lest she release a dimensional being hellbent on killing her and all of her relatives. All of that, and she didn't even get the curse's benefits.

GERRY, born Geraldine, is a sweet waitress who moonlights as a singer, but she's no flapper. She's a farm girl, young at 21 in 1926, who comes from a huge family in Missouri, and she escaped as soon as she could. She came to Arkham because it was as far as she could afford. Her singing name is Billie Dove, and that coincidence is how she befriended Dove, who frequents the bar that Gerry sings at every couple weeks. She lives in a boarding house, scraping by with tips from the diner and what she earns singing. Safiya (@newbordeaux) is her best friend, and they met when she came into Gerry's diner; that is, the diner Gerry works at, which is luckily owned by a kind man called Charles. She found a weird bag of marbles there once, and she'll probably learn one day that they're cursed as she continues down the path of horror and terror that Safiya started by mistake, visiting a house that proved to be both haunted and cursed. She's seen a previous crush and neighbor flay himself alive then turn into a monstrous creature, so she's a little unlucky in love.

STEVIE, born Stephanie, is Gerry's great-granddaughter with Arthur (another of @newbordeaux). Her hobbies are photography (her mother is a professional), cooking, and her rifle. She's 26 in 2019, the year of The Horrors with her best friend, Selena (again, @newbordeaux). They know that their great-grandmothers (Gerry and Safiya) knew each other, but they don't know about The Prior Horrors quite yet. She and Selena met as middle schoolers and became fast friends. In high school they started an early-years YouTube channel, full of cringey stuff... After graduating college they decided to revisit their YouTube channel, becoming urban explorers. She's a park ranger at Muskana Reservoir (former site of Dunwich, among other towns, as well as many horrors) so she has access to a lot of creepy places. They're quite successful with their channel, and it's one of these expeditions that leads to their experiencing of the nightmare. Cults of the color out of space and sunken Dunwich buildings and old cursed texts are what await her and Selena. She shouldn't have done so much research on cryptids during her college years.

#THANK YOU AND SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER LOL #i love them sm im gonna die . the horrors. #oc: midge #oc: dove #oc: gerry #oc: stevie #asks #roberthouses #i also uh. barely just made the dove and birdie connection. we'll say their parents did it on purpose #i mean birdie is def short for something but i never decided what lol

[dxppercxdxver]

first lines game

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by @chiropteracupola! ty em!!

leave your body at the door - danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

When the girl awakens to the first of the searing morning rays streaming through the cracked window panes, her head is aching with a vengeance and she’s not entirely sure she knows where she is.

2. half of the time i'm only halfway here - where or when? (podcast)

If you asked them, Luna would always tell you they never meant to stay late, it was just something that sorta came with the territory of being an uncomfortably busy undergrad moonlighting as the sole campus archival assistant who also happened to be plagued by any number of executive dysfunctions, but the truth was, of course, a little more complicated.

3. blizzard of pumice piled six feet high - goncharov (1973)

As much as he wanted to convince himself otherwise, Andrey knew it was never going to be pretty.

4. old churchyard - danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

Lately, the girl has taken to sitting on the station’s dilapidated roof to watch the sun set.

5. Where the Sun Can't Find Me - spies are forever (werewolf au edition)

Owen doesn’t see the shot coming.

6. Afraid to Look Up and Afraid to Let Go - spies are forever/hadestown

Hades is attending to his ledger when he feels the building begin to shake.

7. When the Chips are Down - spies are forever/hadestown

Being a messenger god comes with a surprising amount of downtime.

8. The Road to Hell - spies are forever/hadestown

Persephone is watching the young lovers dance when the familiar shriek of his husband’s train cuts through the late summer air, effectively scything the party into two parts; the Before, and the After.

9. The (G)Hosts of Satellite's Past - mystery science theater 3000: the return

Jonah Heston is the first human resident of the Satellite of Love (technically the third, in the broadest sense of continuity, but first if you count the fact that the original ship crashed and burned in a big ol’ fireball somewhere in middle America after the second experiment ended and now exists purely as a crater a mile wide and a twisted mess of melted scrap metal), but some days, it really doesn’t feel like it.

10. Out of the Blue - detroit evolution

Gavin Reed hates soulmates.

damn these span about. three years almost?? i had forgotten about some of the earlier ones wow

tagging: @considerablecolors, @dolphinsarefratboys, @natdrinkstea, and @wilhelmina-murray-harker :)

#tag game #my writing #radio free junebug #mystery science theater 3000 the return #mystery science theater 3000 #detroit evolution #spies are forever #hadestown #goncharov #killjoys #where or when?

[kousaka-ayumu]

Twisted Affection(Yandere Cornelia X Will AU)

AU: College, but still have powers AU

Pairing: Cornelia Hale/Willhelmina "Will" Vandom

Fandom: W.I.T.C.H

Warning: Yandere content, drugs, kidnapping

Wilhelmina "Will" Vandom was a new kid in Sheffield College in Heatherfield City, Will was only a 18 year old girl with divorced parents, no friends after finding out about her mind reading powers and discover that her old friends don't enjoy her company namely they only felt sorry for her since her parents divorced.

Cornelia Hale was a popular kid but a cold hearted one with boys, ignoring most and having a low opinion of them in general. She is a romantic at heart, however, believing love to be stronger than magic, and she's willing to do anything for the one she loves.

When Will first arrived at Sheffield, Cornelia wasn't interested in her at first mainly since she's a tomboy and a shy girl at heart.

But as time goes on Cornelia slowly started to get interested in the red haired girl she slowly started fallen in love with her..

"I, Cornelia Hale will do anything to keep Wilhelmina Vandom safe.."

Chapters

"A New Start In Heatherfield"(Prologue)

"A New College, New Friend" (Chapter 1)

W.I.T.C.H College but still have powers AU profiles

"Her Unknown Interest" (Chapter 2)

"Meeting Him Again" (Chapter 3)(WIP)

#will x cornelia #w.i.t.c.h. #will vandom #cornelia hale #yandere girl #w.i.t.c.h will #w.i.t.c.h cornelia #cornalia x will #willnelia #haytara

[mamamittens]

Give your ocs to me I demand them actually

GIVE I WANT TO *HEAR* *EXPERIENCE* LOVE AND CHERISH THEM

HAND THEM OVER 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫!!!!

A-Are ya sure bud?! There's a lot lmao...

I suppose since you asked I can at least give you one and a little bit of what I have (some details are still being ironed out as I go through One Piece).

This is Mina! (After the time skip)

Her name is actually a lot longer (cause she's the daughter of a noble family who primarily got their wealth through trade so they overcompensate). She's about 15/16 when the series starts and temporarily hitches a ride with the Strawhats to get to the Grand Line to find her uncle (who she knows is a pirate on a big crew who no longer goes by his full name, just like she does... or rather, doesn't) after her parents died since he's the one that got custody (and her other option has a gambling addiction and is well on his way to losing his entire fortune as it is).

She didn't actually know that her parents were nobles because she was literally left in the care of the butler and no one actually explained her family to her. Her caretaker also failed to notice she is in possession of a devil fruit for the near entirety of her life (and she just assumes the unique view of the world she has is totally normal). She's adventurous, independent, and resourceful! Eager to problem solve and explore, she has a tendency to assume she can handle everything presented to her--one way or the other.

I designed her backstory as a sort of twist between Kaya and Sabo.

Random snippet I have and may or may not keep:

“Oi! You coming up?” Ace laughed. A low, masculine voice called back to him after a moment, much deeper than anyone expected from the slight figure they’d spotted from a distance.

“I’ve never felt the need to leap up over a large house, Ace. Give me a minute… I’m not even sure if I can jump that high.” Ace’s grin sharpened with mischief as he chuckled, holding out his hands as he leaned over the side a bit more and clapped once.

“You just have to reach me! I promise I’ll lift you up the rest of the way! C’mon, Mina, you can do it!” Ace cheered supportively with a faint teasing tone.

“Drop me and I’m haunting you till the end of your days, Portgas.” The man threatened lowly. There was a soft series of footsteps up the side of the ship before small hands slapped into Ace’s waiting grasp as he cheered, easily lifting up the newcomer and dropping them onto the deck with pride.

“Atta girl! See? I knew you could do it!” Ace slapped his hand over the bright red beanie and ruffled it with a teasing jeer.

His hand was slapped away with a huff.

“Yeah, yeah! I know! I was there! You can stop now!” Ace hopped onto the deck properly with a familiar, wide grin, eyes crinkled with cheer.

(She wears a mask that warps her voice down several octaves as part of a disguise, possibly to contain an ability she gains through her devil fruit, and cause it's cool looking) and finally, the fancy name of her uncle and herself!

Tinsley Inigo Thomas Thatcher Marinus (the Third)

Edwina Tinsley Adeline Wilhelmina Marinus

Obviously, it's Thatch. He seemed like the more interesting option and more likely to not be immediately realized if it was someone more infamous like Whitebeard or Marco. Just big enough she could find him but not likely to randomly find his wanted poster somewhere, necessitating a run in with Ace who knows part of Thatch's name and absolutely had to confirm. And I wasn't mean enough to have it be someone like Crocodile or Doflamingo lmao

Also obviously, Thatch lives in this one, but only barely. He doesn't get to skip out on being a responsible family member and 'officially' making Whitebeard a grandfather.

Naturally, this is just one of many that I have. And I haven't even properly written for her yet since I need to catch up on One Piece to determine where she should be placed in the story.

random pics of other babies

(All of these are in the One Piece world btw... I have a problem lmao)

#one piece oc #teach doesn't have a good time either but more on that later lmao #mittens rambles #this isn't even my chesire baby #or my backrooms baby #or my gem baby #or sleepy guardian angel baby #or medium baby #you get the idea lmao #they're all my baby #there's bandit but I have actually written for him and posted it here

[wutaijiemei]

the entire premise of ugly betty truly is like some twisted alternate universe in which it is telling you that america ferrera is not hot and wilhelmina was not right and the main white guy is not ugly it feels like a logic puzzle that starts with like heres the rules to a made up language now construct a sentence while being aware it possesses 0 meaning in reality and the final result looks like a laughably funny mangled version of the language with which you are most familiar and thats just every single episode in an eternal cycle of un-internalizable messaging

#and rico from six feet under is there. #its been a busy year for me and 00s american television sorry