#fae vibes is always needed <3

[honeybeefae]

Mornin’! For the bingo card, could I request Second Chances with either Eris or Azriel? And you can choose nsfw or sfw. Your writing is great either way and you don’t have to do this at all…

thank you

Can We Start Again? (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

BINGO: Second Chances

(This has HEAVY Taylor Swift vibes so if you needed a mood playlist, put on Illicit Affairs. Also, I had the option between NSFW and SFW and I did SFW just cause I’ve been writing so much smut lately! I wanted to write some hurt/comfort. Idk if anyone is still reading these bingos but I want to finish them so thank you if you are still keeping up and I love you guys!! <3)

WARNINGS: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

You weaved through the crowd of bodies as they spun and dipped, offering pleasant smiles whenever your eyes would connect with someone. It was getting late and you were yearning to go back home and rest, your body aching for the soft mattress and warm sheets that awaited you.

It took you a few more strides before you were able to break free from everyone and get out to the balcony for fresh air. Luckily for you, no one else was out here, your body leaning against the cool stone as you took a deep breath to enjoy the silence.

The party was the same as all the others you attended this year. The same people, the same atmosphere, the same music, it felt as if you were stuck in a never-ending loop. 

For once you just wished something new and exciting would happen. Hell, you would even settle for a new dessert at this point. 

“I thought I saw you escape.” A low, warm voice said behind you. It made you jump and you turned with a frown, wondering what this person could possibly want until your eyes met his very familiar amber ones. 

“Eris?” You ask, your tone full of disbelief. 

“In the flesh.” He smirked, giving you a little bow. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you relaxed and rested your elbow on the railing. 

He looked the same as the last time you saw him, with long red hair and eyes full of secrets. You had heard the rumors that he might be here tonight but you had also heard the same at every other party this summer. 

“What are you doing here tonight?” You question, your nerves fizzing from how long it had been since you last talked. “And don’t tell me it’s for the tantalizing conversation. Unless, of course, you have a secret love for court gossip and talks of the harvest.”

Eris shook his head and watched you, his head slightly cocked as he studied you and searched for something. It made you anxious and you suddenly felt very self-conscious, your hands immediately tugging at your outfit. He noticed.

“Stop fidgeting.” He chastised, walking closer to you to take your hand and give it a gentle kiss. “You look beautiful as always.”

“Thank you.” You hum, your hand buzzing as you immediately placed it back at your side. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Would you believe me if I told you it was because I wanted to see you again?” Eris spoke softly, watching the flicker of emotions that went through your eyes at his confession. You frowned, your aura immediately turning cold as you took a step back from him.

It had been years, years, since you had seen Eris. The last time you had he had left you in the middle of the night, a love confession having just sprouted from your lips after he had made you feel like no one else before. You had been a casual thing for years, the two of you gravitating toward one another for a while until it all came to a head that night.

Some nameless fae male who your parents had chosen for you had asked for your hand in marriage that night, his voice arrogant and head high. He was assured that you would say yes but when you looked at Eris, his face fallen, you realized just how deeply you felt for him. So, you refused the propsal.

Chaos had erupted and Eris was quick to step in and remove you from the situation, taking you to that small cabin in the woods that you two escaped to on nights where you just wanted to be alone. He had wiped your tears, held you close, and then made your toes curl and your body feel electrified.

And afterwards, when you were both lazy with sleep, you told him you loved him. You realized your mistake as soon as you saw his eyes, that look forever haunting you. He had then stood, gave you the key to the house, and left. Never contacting you again.

Yet here he stood, smiling at you as if none of that had happened, and you couldn’t stop the anger from rising.

“No. I don’t.” You respond coldly, your jaw clenching as he frowned. 

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be like this.” He sighed, standing straight to run a hand through his hair. It was something he did when he was frustrated. “I want to make amends.”

“Amends?” You scoff, that anger now turning to rage. It felt as if you were about to spit fire at him. “After all these years? After you left me alone? I am fine to be cordial with you but if you think I would ever want to make amends with you, to be friends, you are denser than I thought you were.”

“What I did was wrong, I know. I live with that guilt every day but I want to explain myself, to let you know that I was wrong and stupid and that I’m sorry.”

You had always wanted to hear him say those words to you, to come in like a white knight in a fairytale and profess his love to you. It had been your dream for years…until you realized you didn’t need it. You were fine without him. If he wanted to leave you, to pretend as if you didn’t exist, then you could do the same.

But what you told yourself and what you actually felt were two completely different stories. You could pretend all you want but at night, or in hazy mornings, your heart yearned for his arms wrapping around you.

“I don’t want your sorry, Eris.” You said with a shaky breath, willing your emotions to stay hidden. “I wanted you. I wanted a life with you. I refused proposals, opprotunites, everything for you. You were it for me. And you left.”

“Oh, Y/N,” He murmured, his voice tight as he reached out for you. “My little fox-”

“Don’t call me that,” You snapped, tears now welling up in your eyes. “Don’t act like you have a right to that anymore. You lost it when you walked out that door, Eris. You ruined everything, left our castle crumbling, and the saddest part is that I still try to rebuild it.”

“I loved you. I wanted a life with you, to run away from the courts and just pretend we were the only ones that existed. I had dreams for us. I still do and it’s the most pathetic thing. I hate it.” The tears were now freely falling down your cheeks as you turned away from him, blearily looking out over the dark forest as you tried to control your breathing. 

You hadn’t meant to reveal all of that to him, to let him know just how much he still affected you, but it was like you couldn’t stop. It was as if someone had taken over your mouth. And maybe that’s what you needed. Maybe now that you got all of it, you could finally move on. You could try to find happiness again.

His footsteps came closer as he stood behind you, careful to not touch you. You tensed, waiting for laughter or anger, just wanting him to finally reject you to be done with it. 

“I’m not expecting your forgiveness nor your understanding.” Eris began, his voice barely above a whisper. “The pain I caused you, after all you sacrificed for me, it is truly unexcusable. Something a monster would do…and maybe that’s what I am.”

Your heart clenched as he struggled with the last part. The two of you had talked about how he saw himself, about the things he was going through with his father, and you knew how much it tormented him. It was a dark stain on his soul and you had tried your best to heal it, to show him how love could heal anything. 

“You always saw the best in me, little fox. Even on my worst days, even now, I’m sure, you’re wanting to soothe me. It’s who you are.” He smiled, his hand raising to graze your back before stalling. “I’ve never met someone like you, Y/N. Someone who cares, truly cares, about others and who loves without conspiracy or greed. You simply love to love and that is such a rare, precious trait.”

The knuckles of your hand were white as you gripped the stone of the balcony. 

“Our past was always full of ill-defined lines between lovers and friends. It was what I thought I wanted, no strings attached, because I had convinced myself in my mind that once it was gone I wouldn’t have anything to grieve.” Eris continued, lowering his hand and sighing. “And when you told me you loved me you made me feel alive. It was the first time in my life I thought life was truly worth living, that I had finally be granted true happiness after the hell that I had been through.”

“I remember looking at you, shock, awe, love, and devotion taking hold of me…until reality washed it all away. You have no idea how badly I wanted to say it back, Y/N.” He suddenly cupped your face, the chilly night air causing your breaths to puff out as he trained his eyes on you. “But I could not give you the life you deserved.”

“The only life I wanted was with you, Eris. I only needed you.” You whispered, placing your hands over his. 

“I couldn’t promise you protection, Y/N. Do you think all those years I wanted us to stay secret? To hide you away like I was ashamed of us?” His voice was desperate now. “I would get on my very knees before you in front of the Court, proclaim you as you mine in front of the Gods, but for all I could do the only thing I couldn’t was keep you safe from my family.”

“What they did to my brother’s lover still haunts me. She was an innocent soul but they deemed her ‘unworthy’ and ripped her limb from limb. I couldn’t, wouldn’t, subject you to that.” Eris shook his head, his thumb running slowly over your cheek as a tear rolled down it. “It was easier to leave you to hate me, to wish me dead. I would gladly ruin myself if it meant I was keeping you safe.”

“Why now? Why after all these years have you come to find me?” You asked, your lips quivering. “I don’t understand. That danger is still there, your family is still alive. What difference does it make?”

Eris gave you a soft smile and pulled your hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. You felt yourself warm in his arms. He was looking at you the same way he had that night only this time, this time it didn’t fade into horror and pain. This time all you saw was adoration.

“I realized I couldn’t live without you.” He murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “I was a coward and a fool to throw away someone like you, Y/N. I’ve loved you since the moment we met and I haven’t stopped.”

Your lips turned up in a shaky smile at finally hearing those words. All of the anger and sadness you had been holding onto with him vanished, replaced with that love and devotion that had been buried underneath it all. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to simply be in the moment, his magic warming the two of you up as the party continued inside. 

He started swaying you gently, the music barely loud enough as you let out a small giggle as you twirled away and back into his arms. Eris pressed his lips against your ear, smiling from ear to ear as turned you and took a step back.

“Can we start again, please?” He asked, his signature smirk on his lips as he gave you a deep bow and a wink. 

You rolled your eyes but gave him an exaggerated curtsy, returning his wink and holding your hand out for him to take. “A pleasure to meet you, my Lord.”

Eris yanked you into his arms and you let out a small shriek, hitting his shoulder playfully as he dipped his head until your lips were near touching. You looked up at him through your lashes, your cheeks flushed, waiting in anticipation.

“I think we’ve both done enough waiting, little fox. Let’s just skip to the good part.” He flirted, sealing your lips against his as you both savored finding each other again. 

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[wonryllis]

、ㅤ🪷 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MY LOVES (MOOTiEs) ᵎᵎ ✶ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 so srry for the tag.

THERE'S NO SPECIFIC ORDER,, IF I MISSED SOMEONE IM SO SORRY IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL JUST PLS LMK ASAP ILL ADD YOU!!

@jaesvelvet ( cha ) my soft corner, love her so much and miss her so damn much all the time talking to her is healing

@seungstarss ( sei ) my first ever fan turned bestie :( miss you babes,, i literally survived half my time of tumblr becuz of her

@maiverie ( mai ) the humour goddess, fics are top tier plots filled with crack you never gonna find another like her, my second bestie <3

@luvhyun3 ( kana ) my love who is almost never on here anymore but i still love her, we're in long distance atm pls understand.

@hoes4hoseok ( piper ) her brain, brains so hard, the creativity is off the charts and so underrated like people are blind if you don't know her.

@ctrlemis ( art ) bestie who's perhaps as crazy as me if not more, we had a super talking stage but our situationship is kinda off rn :( miss you

@jangwonie ( fae ) she's my baby don't touch her. a pretty little sweetie angel, so caring, mwah :3

@nyukyujs ( kya ) the sweetest purest person ever like the most beautiful angel inside out! taught me so much about spreading love and positivity

@heecyon ( bee ) she's my wife, i love her a lot but we haven't been talking for a long while now, if you see this beebee i miss you a lot let's catch up wyf.

@koishua ( vienna ) didn't talk a lot but i love loved her works, it was everything, sad she left but it's a part of life.

@boyfhee ( caelin ) the reincarnate of shakespeare? hello? and so sweet and humble too a literal babe. period.

@www-jungwon ( elena ) another one i haven't gotten dirt on yet,, soon though. she's my high achiever mate who writes cute masterpieces

@okwonyo ( jiah/bambi ) always sending suspicious anon asks +_+ and making it so obvious omg she's an amateur baby

@atrirose ( seiu ) apparently my gf? cheating on me with half the blr and does it so smooth you'll have no idea

@eeunoia ( psyche ) the prettiest sunghoon girlie of all time, the most talented, and lastly my idol that's i'll never roast or dig up dirt on ☆‿⁠☆

@leaderwon ( luna ) another baby of mine that i absolutely need to protect. she be so me can't let her end up like me damn.

@tyunni ( may ) we not that close but i love her account and i love her works and i love her vibes so bingo! riki to my won.

@jjunae ( kae ) hold on for a little im busy finding pick up lines for this gorgeous right here,, let my rizz not fail

@stariekis ( uri ) an angel who showed up one day and took me to her hometown where i found out i was the lost angel from their village. oh.

@lheebra ( dani ) my dear little love who will always have VIP passes to my blog. a sweetpie with limitless talents!

@isoobie ( ri ) she's a student of how to do it like yeonie school and lemme tell you, she's an ace already aimming for the top spot, beware.

@fakeuwus ( nic ) uwu uwu uwuuuu uwuu uwu uwuwu uwu uwu uwuwuu (she's my uwu who understands my uwu language, my uwu soulmate)

@lilyuwon ( yev ) one of the first persons i talked to on this blog, and im so glad we still do, love interacting with her and absolute lovely being!

@ms-no1kpopstan ( mickie ) cutiepie who's such a sweetpea, haven't been talking for long but she's really nice and supportive, adore her :3

@theyluvvaubery ( ? ) haven't been able to interact or talk much but she's a sweetie!!

@sainns ( anna ) my fellow sunghoon hoe keeper, we are protecting him from the locals who always ask for him. we gatekeep and share!

@stwrjvke ( ash ) she boops as much as she loves and guess what she booped me infinite so.. i bewitched her at my annual royal ball.

hmu if you wanna be mutuals/frnds im always up for it!

MUTUALS I HAVEN'T TALKED TO BUT WOULD LOVE TO!

@sjyuns

@kareyuns

୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ

moots in prompt generator with bias and i rate them.

moots as tropes assigned with any idol.

moots as kpop idols they'd be.

moots as songs, webtoons and who'd be travel buddy + sibling vibes

moots as favorite drinks.

moots as kpop songs.

moots on the level of delulu-ness.

#no i absolutely wasn't held at a gunpoint when i wrote the good things ^///^ #. ` ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ⭑ yeonie #﹙⪩⪨.﹚ 𝒎𝒚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ #MUTUALS

[faerytreealtars]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Messages from the Fae Realm 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Welcome all my lovely souls to another reading, I wished to work with some of my favourite spirits today so I have connected to the Fair Folk that surround me in my countryside home. They have been so helpful and provided a few messages for all of the collective who are guided to me, having said that I do hope you can find a message for you here today! So take a breath and choose a pile. Always remember to trust your intuitive guidance and to only take what resonates for it is rarely wrong…

┋ Pile 1 ┋ Pile 2 ┋ Pile 3 ┋

Pile 1:

{Cards: The Emperor, The four of pentacles & the Empress / Charms: Green Pear, green ribbon & three green flowers}

With great strength comes great responsibility, We believe that is how the human saying goes, you have this strength, this power but yet you do not use it wisely. We can see more than you may know and we know how you have the power to help - share your gifts, those talents, and thoughts that are unique to you alone. Do not hide them from the world for you would not have them if they were not meant to be of a special use. This world is in need of your help but it is up to you whether you are willing to take the leap...

Pile 2:

{Cards: Page of wands, five of swords & Nine of pentacles / Charms: Black-heart, shooting star, dead fish-bone, rocking horse & happy face}

Why have you let the voices win or at least act like they are winning? Why have you given up on seeing wonder and beauty? You had so much fire & creativity running through those veins but now they look empty. We hold onto hope still that one day you will burst forth like a phoenix and show the world how wonderful the true soul that exists within you is! This battle is yours to face though, we cannot fight the demons for you, that is how one learns and grows you see but know we will watch and guide always and hope you will see past the cloud of negativity that fogs around you.

Fae Advice: If you are struggling with limiting beliefs, self-doubt and negative thinking I can offer some advice. If you feel comfortable write down the thoughts that plague your mind and knock your confidence, it is my experience those thoughts linger unless you look at them realistically writing them down helps you see that they are silly and hold no power. look at what you have written does it hold any truth, is there any facts to back it up? Probably not! Then you can add beside the negative thought the true good thought, make sure to draw a line through the negative thought afterward to let the universe know this is not your belief. An example on my end could be: My opinion doesn't matter. Who put this thought in me? Why do I choose to believe it without thinking critically about it? what I should believe is: My opinions and views do matter as I have insight and thoughts no one else may have and those opinions may be the very thing a person or the world needs to hear in that moment. Hope this helps you all!

Pile 3: {Cards: Five of cups, three of cups, three of wands & Knight of wands / Charms: panda face, teddy bear, cozy cow, star & ginger-bread man}

We just wished to say we love you very much, your aura is a breath of fresh air & how you show your authentic self to the world, unafraid to be open and kind we greatly admire. So never stop being curious, keep growing, and keep connected to that inner child you nurture so well for through them you will forever be connected to us! Your loving Faery Friends 𐐪♡𐑂

I hope that you managed to find a message that resonated for you out of the three piles and that it has brought you clarity, comfort, or inspiration in some form.

If you are in need of more help or clarity from the spirits or myself then please check out this post here where you will find information about myself, links to my private readings, and rules about my exchange readings.

Sending loving vibes and gratitude to all of you! - Fae ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

TAROT DECK USED: The Faerie Tarot MOON POSITION: New moon (0%)  Daily Affirmation: "We are all family and the planet is our home"

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[hanafubukki]

Protection From Afar

Summary: You knew Rollo Flamm was up to something, but at least you had help looking out for everyone if the cheeky grin in the crowd gave any indication.

Pairing & Characters: Lilia Vanrouge x Reader (Gender Neutral), Malleus 

Notes: I wrote this a week or so ago and just had the time now to edit it. Was hoping to release this before the episode 3 update for twst glorious Halloween but was too tired lol

·      You watched as Rollo barely kept his contempt from showing.

·      You wondered if he knew that his actions belied his words, especially when he tended to cover his mouth with his handkerchief.

·      You knew you would have to watch out for him and whatever he would try against your friends.

·      Honestly, you felt terrible for Tsunotaro, who seemed to be enjoying himself, but at least he had Sebek and Silver at his side.

·      And…

·      As you looked over to the roof of the Noble Bell College, a bat hung upside down without anyone noticing, and you knew a certain dark fae was also keeping watch.

·      Rollo was something else.

·      He was apparent in his ways.

·      He had admitted to knowing everything about the NRC students.

·      So, you wonder why he made it so evident that he was trying to get close to you to get close to the others, especially with Malleus.

·      Rollo being friendly to you was…unsettling, to say the least.

·      He gave vibes that told you never to trust him.

·      And you wouldn’t.

·      You just wished he would stop trying to get on your good side.

·      Running after Grim was a daily occurrence almost, but this was ridiculous.

·      At least you knew the layout of NRC, but this city was new to you.

·      And running after Grim was an extra hassle when you were trying to keep an eye out for the safety of everyone.

·      I am going to take his cans of tuna away when we get back home. This is getting ridiculous.

·      You would have continued looking for your companion if it wasn’t for the hand that grabbed you and pulled you into the alleyway.

·      You would have screamed if the familiar chuckle didn’t have your body already relaxing.

·      “I thought you were supposed to be back home?”

·      “How could I, of all people, be left behind? I always wanted to wear a suit.”

·      You laughed but agreed with his statement.

·      You turned around and took in the fae.

·      You smiled fondly, shaking your head.

·      “I see you went all out trying to fit the theme.”

·      Lilia chuckled as he brought your hand up to his lips.

·      “Of course, love, I have to fit in after all.”

·      You reached up and pulled on one of his long locks, “You really think Malleus hasn’t noticed?”

·      Lilia smirked, “I have my ways to conceal myself even from him. Years of being a general do come in handy.”

·      You laughed before leaning into him.

·      “I’m happy you are here.”

·      His arms wrapped around you.

·      “Worried?”

·      “You have no idea. Rollo seems to have…a distaste for nonhumans especially the faes.”

·      Lilia rubbed your back and sighed, “While it might seem long ago, the war between our races still affects us today.”

·      You knew how much Lilia and the others wished for everyone to get along.

·      You knew the history Lilia himself lived through.

·      “I just hope that Rollo is someone that can be changed with time.”

·      You have seen the overblots.

·      You have seen how each and every one of them strived to change after, and you hoped that it was the same for Rollo.

·      Preferably without the overblot.

·      When you rejoined the others, everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time.

·      You went to Malleus, who seemed to be drinking a cup of coffee.

·      “Enjoying yourself?”

·      “YN, come, join us for drinks.”

·      Us being Sebek, Riddle, and Jamil.

·      The latter two teased Sebek as he…rather forcefully drank his drink.

·      A glance at Malleus’ cup gave you the answer you needed.

·      Oh Sebek, what are we going to do with you?.

·      You reminded yourself to order an extra drink for you both.

·      “Enjoying yourself, Tsunotaro?”

·      Malleus proceeded to explain about his encounter with a…goat?

·      You could tell how happy and touched Malleus was with his encounter.

·      Oh Tsunotaro.

·      You really hoped this event went without any trouble for any of them.

·      But at least, you were not alone in looking out for them.

·      If the one with the cheeky grin in the crowd gave any indication.

Thank you for reading 🌻🌺

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[zoeysdamn]

Bark, Bite & Break Bones - Tyler Galpin x Van Helsing!reader | Part.3

Summary: The therapy sessions goes well – as well as it can – and you learn why Tyler is so willing to get help from Dr.Fern. His desire to leave Jericho is highly relatable to you, maybe the two of you are starting to bond beside the flirting? New and old foes are coming back to taunt you with past mistakes, making Tyler wonder what you could  have possibly done at your last stay at Nevermore. 

Warnings: swearing, sexist and homophobic comment from one of the character, physical assault, mention of blood, bad flirting A/N: Okay this is such a long-ass chapter, but I really wanted to finish it and post it before starting to write the next one! The besties know what’s coming uhuhuh  👀 I apologize in advance if anyone reading this is named Cindy; you’ll understand krkrkr.

[Masterlist] [Prologue] [Part.1] [Part.2] 

You sat on the edge of Dr.Fern’s office window, like you were twice a week now. If the therapy sessions weren’t useful to Tyler, at least you could use them as a break from the school and from your duties. But Tyler really seemed to enjoy those sessions, which meant he wouldn’t try to attack the therapist; after the first session, you were already sure of it. 

“How do you feel about being back at Jericho, Tyler?” asked Dr.Fern, wearing a long-sleeved green dress that gave a heavy Stevie Nicks vibe. 

“It’s not comfortable, but I don’t have much choice,” he admitted. “The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can start something new.”

The therapist hummed, sensing something deeper than that, “What do you want to do, if you leave Jericho? Got any plans, anything you want to do?”

Out of reflex, Tyler glanced at you briefly; you weren’t looking at them, acting laid back and uninterested, but he knew you were listening. Or at least, a part of him hoped that you did. 

“I want to free myself from here. Everyone at Jericho had always tried to restrain me or manipulate me, I’m sick of it. They're the reason I turned into a Hyde and got violent in the first place," he gritted, more for himself. 

“Are you referring to Laurel Gates? Or is there someone else you’re thinking about too?” 

Tyler pursed his lips, looking rather upset by the question. Still, after a few seconds he finally answered, “My dad too,” he admitted quietly. 

Behind him, you raised an eyebrow. You vaguely remembered reading that Tyler and his dad didn’t get quite along, especially after the whole ordeal from last year, and him having to hide from his son her mother had been an outcast. The only time you had met sheriff Galpin had been a little more than two years ago, when he had arrested you at Nevermore academy. Since then, you haven't had the pleasure yet. 

“Have you talked to him since you came back?” wanted to know the fae. 

“No,” he snapped curtly, trying to not let his anger for his dad slip away too much – which was useless with the empath fae. Sensing this, the therapist decided to lead him on another subject. 

“What would change if you left Jericho?" asked Dr.Fern, and at Tyler's dumbfounded expression she tried to re-formulate her question, "How would you change if you left Jericho?" 

Again, Tyler took his time to answer; the question had a subliminal interrogation of course, but he understood what she was meaning. "Not much I think," he finally admitted. "I won't be so different that I am now, I'll be the same. Good and bad sides alike." 

His words made you slightly turn your head to him, intrigued; meanwhile, a twinkle of interest lit up in Dr.Fern's eyes. "This," she noted out loud, "this is interesting. Go on, what are those 'good' and 'bad' sides you're referring to?" 

Tyler cleared his throat nervously, "Well I…I can't deny there's still a violent side in me. The Hyde will always be a part of me, always will be me, I can't change that."

"Do you want to change that?" argued the therapist. 

This time, his answer was immediate, "No. There's no need to lie, a part of me actually enjoys violence. I think…I think it was already here before Laurel told me who I was." 

The mention of his first stay in a disciplinarian center in his file flashed in your mind. It was true, he had attacked a Nevermore student around a year before the whole Hyde ordeal. Maybe the sheriff's son indeed had a knack for violence for quite a time. 

The kind face of Dr.Fern didn't change at his confession, instead silently encouraging him to carry on. 

"I'm not anymore the monster Laurel made me," he said with a bitter tone at the woman's mention, "but I'm not a Saint either. I want to leave this town with too many preconceived ideas and unrealistic expectations about me, and be my own person. I just want to find a place where I can be myself." 

"Good and bad?" asked the therapist. 

Tyler nodded and repeated, "Good and bad." 

The weight of his words echoed in you, more than you would have thought. He had exactly pinpointed something you hadn't figured out yourself. Deep down, you wanted to free yourself from the Van Helsing suffocating straitjacket and what bound you to Jericho. That didn't mean you wanted to stop hunting monsters, only that you wanted to do your own thing; to do you, according to what you believed and what you were. 

Tyler and you might not be so different after all. 

From her seat, Dr.Fern sensed the mix of surprise, confusion and warm feeling of understanding coming from you. She looked at you and smiled kindly. 

"You know you're always welcomed to join us on the sessions, Y/N."

Immediately you closed yourself with a scowl, "Not a chance." 

The therapist kept her soft smile, "Like you want, the offer will still stand on the next time."

You huffed, and Dr.Fern announced the end of the hour to Tyler, who got up to shake her hand. You grabbed your jacket to put it on, nodding to the therapist on your way out of her office. The knowing look in her eyes was worse than a slap on the face by reality itself. Despite knowing that she had touched a nerve, you stubbornly decided to ignore it, and instead followed Tyler out of the building. You'll be damned if you actually recognized those therapy sessions were perhaps useful to you, too. 

Once outside, you exhaled loudly, not noticing how deep in thoughts Tyler seemed to be. When you glanced at him and saw how upset he looked, you nudged him with your elbow – probably stronger than it should have been for a friendly action. 

“You okay?”

He jumped a little at your gruff and unexpected gesture, “Uh- yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thanks.”

An inner voice would have snickered that he was acting up again; but somehow, you truly believed that he was honest in his reactions here. The more you spent time together, even as your strange warden-convinced dynamic, the more you were beginning to be sure he was honest with you. Even if he was an honest asshole, an honest flirt or an honest confused young adult. 

“Perfect then. Let’s go, I’m craving for some coffee.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as you made your way to the car, “Aren’t we supposed to go back to Nevermore?”

“For once we’re allowed to get out of the school, I’ll be damned if I didn’t take time to get an acceptable coffee,” you groaned, “The insipid shit at the cafeteria should be exorcized, I swear it could kill someone. Is the Weathervane still open?” you asked him as you turned on the engine. 

“Yeah it is,” he muttered quietly. 

The trip to downtown Jericho was silent, and you parked just across the entrance of the coffeeshop. When you both got out of the car, Tyler looked mortified and you noticed him pulling his hood up nervously. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What’s up?” 

“Go ahead, I- I’m not really comfortable going in there.” 

At first you scoffed but then the shifty and frightened looks he gave all around him made you frown. Glancing behind you over your shoulder, you noticed two older ladies whispering among themselves a few feet away, and not so discreetly pointing at your pair. Now that you looked at them, you also noticed a man passing by, giving you a disgusted snare. Pulling the hood further down to cover his scared cheek, Tyler looked down in shame. Seeing him being so vulnerable and self-conscious about himself, while he had appeared all confident and cocky to you before took you off-guard. Suddenly you realized that maybe, the tough insolent asshole side of him might have been an act too; at least part of it. 

Still, the professional part of you was reluctant. 

“I can’t leave you unsupervised outside,” you frowned, but instead of the witty comeback you expected, Tyler’s eyes stayed fixed on the ground. 

“I’m not going anywhere I swear, I’ll stay near the car just– just be quick, please,” he mumbled. 

Okay, his voice almost breaking really made you pity him now. “Fine,” you conceded, “but you stay right here. If you ever move away from that car, I’ll kill you.” 

He nodded silently, and you made your way to the coffee shop; not without glaring at the two old tattletales on your way. Pushing the door open you entered the Weathervane, glancing back at Tyler, only to see him leaning against the car nervously, not moving. Good.

“Welcome to the Weathervane, what can I get you?” greeted the young barista behind the counter.

“A large Americano to go, with two shots of espresso please.” 

“Coming right up!” she chirped excitedly. 

While the barista started to make your drink ready, you glanced once again behind your shoulder to check on Tyler. The poor guy seemed to be mortified by his sole presence downtown. 

“That’s the delinquent sheriff’s son,” whispered the barista to you, noticing your gaze, “he’s up to no good, I’ll tell you.”

“Is he now?” you asked with false surprise, which seemed to thrill her and her gossip thirst. 

“It’s been said that he’s a monster, like, not metaphorically, but one of those Nevermore freaks! Can you imagine?!”

“No way,” you gasped in an over-exaggerated manner she didn’t notice. Instead, the barista nodded energetically. 

“I swear! Shouldn’t even be allowed to live after what he did if you ask me.”

I didn’t ask you anything Cindy, you thought internally, glancing at her name on the badge she wore. “What did he do?” 

“He lied to all of us!” she said with a huff. “Had the nerve to lie to all those good innocent people of Jericho, can you believe that! I even heard he had kind of assaulted a Nevermore student or whatever.”

The voice in your head snorted loudly. So all that mattered to that girl was that Tyler lied to them about his nature? Murders were no big deal apparently to the ‘good innocent people’ of Jericho. 

“A deranged freak who manipulated all of the town to make us believe he was normal, that’s what he is!” she snickered, pouring coffee in a large cup. 

“I bet he didn’t even drink coffee, uh?” you joked knowingly, to which she giggled. 

“No, he wasn’t even that manly! Drank only soft girly drinks like Caramel macchiato and hazelnut shots, what a pussy!” 

“Yeah,” you snickered dryly, then she handed you your drink. “Oh, can I borrow you for one more minute and order you another drink to go? I’ve forgotten I have to get one for my friend.”

“Sure thing girl! What will it be?” 

“A large caramel macchiato with a hazelnut shot,” you said looking at her dead in the eye. The mocking expression she had morphed into a bewildered one, so you smiled darkly at her. “To go. Please.”

She nodded nervously, your intense gaze bruning holes behind her head making her anxious as she prepared the other drink. Now she wasn’t so chatty and bitchy, was she? 

“H-here, that’ll be 10$,” she stuttered. 

Putting the money on the counter you grabbed the two cups and gave the barista a smirk. “Next time you decide to spill sexist comments over someone’s drink choice, you better remember that person killed five people before you speak,” you snickered at the now terrified barista. “Next time I hear you pulling that bullshit at anyone else, I’ll be using your teeth as lucky charms for my next stay in juvie, is that clear Cindy?”. The barista paled instantly and nodded vigorously. You smiled at him, “Great. See you then.” 

Then you turned back, leaving the barista livid and crossed the coffee shop door before returning to the car with a satisfied smile. 

“Here,” you said flatly to Tyler, handing him his drink. 

He looked at it eyes wide in surprise, “Thanks? What’s the honor?”

Looking back at the Weathervane you caught Cindy’s gaze and made sure that she had seen everything, “Let’s just say it’s been my personal satisfaction of the day. And you kinda needed that. C’mon let’s go.”

As Tyler didn’t need to be asked twice to get in the car you smiled sweetly at the barista from your spot, and gave her a clear and proud middle finger. Her offended face was everything. 

“They really hire anybody in there,” you grumbled as you got in the driver’s seat, “Homophobic bitch.” 

Next to you, Tyler smiled a bit, looking back and forth to the coffee and to you, slowly realizing what had happened. 

“Wait, you actually…took my defense?” he said out loud after a few seconds, as you had already started the engines and drove away from the Weathervane. 

“Called you a pussy for drinking caramel macchiatos,” you explained flatly, “Sexist comments get me out my hinges. Even to murderers.”

He cleared his throat, the murderer comment not making him uncomfortable for once, “Well–  thank you then.”

“Don’t mention it,” you shrugged, taking a big gulp of your coffee.

The rest of the road to Nevermore was spent in silence, but Tyler couldn’t help but have a small smile sipping his macchiato. Maybe you definitely had a soft spot after all. 

Once you arrived at the school and parked the car, Tyler started a random discussion, asking about something that you saw in yesterday’s class. It carried on as you dropped the car keys at the stewardship and you debated about the possible upcoming class subject for outcasts History. This rare anger-free moment wasn’t so bad; it reminded you that no matter your family's heritage, you were both teenagers.  

Deep in conversation you and Tyler strolled in the quad, not noticing the group of students sitting on one of the tables not too far, chatting among themselves too. Until you heard a snare, then a growl coming from them. Normally you wouldn’t have paid much mind to it, but when Tyler stopped dead in his tracks you turned your head in their direction. It was the same group of students you had caught a glimpse of the day before through Tyler’s room window; Ajax’s friends you believed. Indeed, the Gorgon stood there, nervously fidgeting as soon as he noticed you both. The long-haired boy next to him – Xavier from what you had come to understand, Ajax’s best friend – glanced between the two groups, looking uneasy; then you remembered that he and Tyler hadn’t been on the best terms, no wonder why he was like this. In front of them, the blonde girl who had seemed so joyful the night before was baring her teeth, growling angrily with murder in her eyes. The petite raven-haired girl beside her had a protective hand on her shoulder, restraining the werewolf – her behavior had given it away, really, just as the way she stood protectively before the black and white girl. Although this one didn’t seem too helpless either, given the daggers her eyes threw at Tyler. The whole bunch glaring at you wasn’t unusual, but there was something different about it. 

“Old friends of yours?” you muttered to Tyler. 

“Could say that. Not really my biggest fans.”

“Yeah figured. What’s with little miss sunshine?” you asked, discreetly nodding to the blonde werewolf. 

“She uh…she fought me in the woods before I got arrested.” 

Eyes widening, you glance back and forth between the two of them; that’s when you noticed the scars on her cheeks, smaller than the one Tyler had, partly covered with cute pink bandages. 

You cackled softly, “No way, she’s the one who had beat the shit out of you? Wow,” you whistled lowly, “can’t lie, I’m impressed. Hey! Well done Wolfie!” you called her out with a mocking raise of your cup. 

Your comment made her freeze, a bright shade of pink rising on her cheeks in surprise. Although it immediately made the pigtailed-girl look even more angry, like a dark murderous aura rose around her; it took Xavier and the werewolf – Enid if you now remembered the files – to restrain her from jumping on you and skin you alive. 

A slight wince took place on your face, “Aouch, who’s the potential serial killer here? Looks like she hates me almost as much as she hates you.”

Tyler scratched his neck nervously “That’s Wednesday Addams she’s uh…kind of my ex I guess?”

This time a laugh escaped your throat, unable to be contained. “No shit??”

“Yeah…also, she might have been the one who framed me, too,” he said nervously. 

You couldn’t help but continue to laugh, snorting at the absurdity of the situation. Tyler looked even more awkward than he already was, and even the other students seemed taken aback by your reaction. 

“Phew,” you sighed between two laughs, “thanks for that, I really needed a good joke.” 

A scoff coming from the angry students cut short your delight, “I thought potential victims of serial killers had more brain than that,” snapped the murderous Addams. 

Her harsh comment definitely stopped your joyful mood, and the threat-like tone she used didn’t fit right with you; oh no. 

“Excuse me Addams, I didn’t quite hear you from here; I don’t receive frequencies emitted at low altitudes.” 

Ajax let out a snort, unable to restrain himself, Enid giving him a harsh glare. 

“What was that, future corpse?” growled the girl. 

“Y/N don’t,” said Tyler in a low voice, but you didn’t listen to him and walked to Wednesday. But you were far too intrigued to let it slide now; this was too tempting. 

“If anyone’s close to being murdered, it definitely ain’t me shortcake,” you snickered, facing her with a smirk. 

She narrowed her eyes at you, “I’d like to take you up on that.”

“Mmmh, shame there’s no bounty on your head Addams, I’m sure the hunt would have been thrilling,” you wondered out loud, before your face briefly lit up with a smile to the werewolf and the Gorgon, “Not on you two though, you’re actually really sweet!” 

“T-thanks?” stuttered Enid. 

“You’re the Van Helsing hunter,” deduced the Addams with a slight raise of her brow, “strange how you went from hunting the most famous vampire in the world to vulgar bodyguard duty.” 

“You actually know your classics, I might even feel honored.” 

“So it’s you I have to bribe if I want to have a take in Tyler’s murder,” she clarified, glaring at him, “good to know.” 

“Ah,” you snorted, “I work alone Addams, pretty boy over there is all mine to take.”

Tyler’s ears turned red but you didn’t notice it; Enid, Ajax and Xavier looked among themselves with wide eyes, the Gorgon shaking his head to the other like ‘no way’. 

“Fair enough,” finally let out Wednesday, “you seem cruel enough to make an acceptable job. But if I have the slightest window of opportunity, know that I’ll make him pay for what he did to mi querida.” 

Enid blushed with a blissful smile, not expecting such a public display of affection – and confirming your suspicion about them being together. Behind you, you heard Tyler whisper a quiet “yeah, get in line.”

“Don’t get used to it,” muttered Wednesday to her girlfriend. 

“Well, if we’re done with the promises of threats, this is our cue,” you said with a smirk. “It’s really been a displeasure.”

“Wouldn’t have put that more eloquently,” said a dry voice from behind you. 

All of you turned around to face the disgusted and sneering faces of Bianca and Yoko, who had just arrived at the quad. 

“Oh shit,” you let out. 

“Your friends?” whispered Tyler, half in irony, half actually frightened by their icy glares.

“My ex this time. The creepy one with glasses.” 

The ‘oh damn’ he let out was almost inaudible. Yoko eyed you and Tyler, sneering at your pair. 

“You two look awfully cozy,” she noted, gesturing to your coffee cups, “getting on dates already?” 

Rolling your eyes, you repressed the urge to flip her off, “Therapy session,” you corrected, “you should actually try it, maybe it’ll help with the raging daddy issues you got.” 

“You little–”

Bianca grabbed the vampire’s arm before she could attack you, “Enough with this childish bickering. You’re not welcomed here, Van Helsing.” 

This made Tyler frown slightly; if anything, he would have thought that he was the first person framed as their archenemy. What did you do to deserve this place? But as usual, you responded with an insolent snort instead of focusing on the matter at hand.

“Maybe not by you, your royal highness, but by the school board and that’s enough for little ol’ me. Perhaps you’re the one being not mature enough to actually move on? So much for your lectures about being the bigger person, miss bully.” 

Smoke coming out from her ears could almost be seen as she growled through gritted teeth, “Take this filthy son of a bitch with you and get the fuck out of my sight.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you winked at her, casually strolling away from them. 

While you walked away from the quad and the murderous looks, Tyler eyed you on the corner of his eye, watching you sipping your coffee with a relaxed expression, like nothing actually happened. Despite this all exchange being as funny as it had been awkward, there was something he still didn’t get. 

“Why are you acting like that?” 

“Like what? If you want to complain about my charming personality, sorry lover boy the return date had expired,” you ironized.

“Like that,” said Tyler, and the lack of teasing tone made you look at him; he was serious, even looking slightly concerned. “Why do you always use sarcasm and dark humor to answer to anyone, instead of facing the addressed matters?”

“Okay first of all,” you said pointing a finger at him, “my humor is impeccable. Second of all, fuck off, I’ll do what I want.”

As you began to walk faster to put some distance between the two of you Tyler spoke up again, “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Why can’t you talk about something seriously?” 

“Because it’s fun,” you groaned irritably.

“I don’t think that’s the only reason.”

“What,” you snapped whipping in his direction, “you’re gonna play the therapist too, now? I don’t fucking need your help.” 

“I’m not offering any,” he said carefully, “I’m just trying to understand.” 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you pondered whether or not you should flip him off for this nosy behavior. But he genuinely seemed to care; you weren’t used to that. So you sighed and asked, “If I answer your question, will you drop it?” 

He nodded and you motionned him to follow you; there was no way you were talking about yourself in the middle of a Nevermore corridor, might as well continue to walk to the dorms. 

“I don’t really do this on purpose,” you tried to explain, playing with the now empty to-go cup, “it’s more like a reflex or something. Defensive mechanism or whatever bullshit name it’s given.” 

“To defend yourself against what?” said Tyler, surprised that you actually opened up about it. 

“Everything,” you muttered. “It’s easier to get away from discussions you’d rather not have by deflecting everything with sarcasm, I learned that early.”

“Parents?” he asked. 

“Grandparents. Both. Everyone, really. I didn’t have many friends growing up anyway, always too weird to blend in. So being witty was a way to shield myself from the family bullshit and the other kids’ intimidation. After it just stuck I guess.” 

Tyler nodded pensively; he was sometimes acting like a dick too, but it was more for fun than anything else. Laurel Gates had awoken a sinister and violent side in him, he guessed that it was some remains of his violence craving that had almost disappeared with her. He still wanted to kill deep down, but he also wanted to get his shit together and do something right. Acting like a cocky bastard was the result of both of those sides in him fighting for dominance. Maybe he’ll talk further about that to Dr.Fern in their next session.

“Useful in juvie too,” you noted out loud, the sarcasm returning quickly.

Tyler scoffed in amusement, “Didn’t that make you the public enemy?”

“Having a big mouth is a problem-bringer only if you’re not the smartest,” you said casually. “No matter the situation, I’ve sass my way in, and I’ll sass my way out.”

He let out an honest, light laugh, “You should put that on a shirt.”. That made you grin. 

“Maybe I will pretty boy, maybe I will.” 

Later that day, around the time of dinner, you tossed and turned on your bed, groaning in frustration. After the interaction with Wednesday, Bianca, Yoko and the others, you didn’t feel like doing anything but that also bored you out of your mind. 

The ding of a notification made you grab your phone and open the incoming text from the unknown number. 

Ditching me for dinner, Van Helsing? How am I supposed to have dessert without my favorite eye-candy? 

For a second you frown, then grinned realizing who it was. Seemed like the flirting match was never over. 

Look who’s the stalker now, you answered. Got any hacker skills I don’t know about? 

Got your number by Ajax, texted Tyler back.

You snorted, Poor guy, hope you didn’t frightened him too much

Don’t worry I’ve been nice, even said “please”

Texting back “good boy” was so fucking tempting, but before you could, you received another text from Tyler. 

But seriously, Ajax told me you weren’t coming for dinner, u good? 

His concern was kind, really. To be honest you weren’t really hungry and under all the sarcasm and laid-back attitude you gave this afternoon, the confrontation with other students had drained you physically; you weren’t really hungry. So you had texted Tyler’s roommate, asking him if he was okay to be his supervisor for dinner this time. Tyler had behaved well all day, and he even seemed to warm up to his roommate; maybe they could be friends one day.

Not really hungry that’s all, you quickly texted, gonna take a walk outside instead 

Careful, I heard there’s some dangerous things in those woods, teased Tyler in his next text, wouldn’t want to ruin a pretty thing

Yeah, I’m that dangerous thing, and you’re wrong 

About? 

You grinned to yourself before tipping, I wouldn’t mind ruining you, pretty boy

On the other side of Nevermore, Tyler chuckled at his phone in the dining hall. A few minutes later, you finally got up from your bed and slipped on your shoes, resigned to go on that walk. It could do you some good. 

Slipping away from the empty corridors was easy, given everyone was at the dinner hall. At this hour, the night began to fall and the woods of the academy were rather pleasant. No students, no drama, no hunting business. Just a peaceful walk, and honestly that’s all you needed right now. 

The crack of a twig made you whip your head around; if the upcoming darkness could hide something, the glimpse of a jacket behind some tree wasn’t so subtle. 

“I can see you, you know,” you called out to whoever was following you. 

An awkward silence answered you, before three students came out from behind the trees. You narrowed your eyes at their familiar faces; they were all students you had known from your previous stay at Nevermore. And they didn’t look like their presence here was a coincidence. Maybe the baseball bats were a hint. 

“Lovely meeting you there, but I’m done with the babysitting duty for the day,” you joked bitterly. 

“Shut your mouth Van Helsing,” snapped one of the sirens – Divina or something? Yoko’s roommate. “It’s time for you to learn your place.”

Cocking your head to the side you eyed them up and down, “Mmmh, and the baseball bats are here for educational purposes I guess? Or are you three trying to build a sports team now?” 

“They’re not only three,” interjected a voice behind you. You turned around, seeing two more students emerging from god-knows-where. 

“Ah Kent,” you greeted the male siren, “not tired of playing Bianca’s lapdog yet?”

The scowl on his face told you that you had pushed the right button, “Shut up.”

Looking at the whole bunch surrounding you, you let out a snort, “So the plan here is to play the heroic outcasts who beat up the big bad Van Helsing? Five against one, very courageous really.”

One of the students – a vampire from what you saw – growled at you, “After all the shit you pulled, no way we’re playing fair, you fucking murderer.” 

“Have you talked to your buddy about that?” you snarled at him, “what was this fucker name again? Jeremiah?”

“Shut up,” snapped the vampire, blood boiling. But you weren’t finished with him. 

“Did you ask him if he had been fair? Or was he too busy counting his remaining teeth to answer you?” 

A cry of rage erupted from behind you, and if it hadn’t been for it you wouldn’t have been able to duck down to avoid the swing of the heavy log of wood thrown at your head. Snapping your head above your shoulder, you crossed the hateful gaze of Kent who was struggling to regain his balance with the weight of his make-shift weapon. Then all hell broke loose. The five students jumped on you and started to throw hits at you with ferocious screams. You tried to avoid their attack the best you could, counting on their rage and untrained moves to dodge their bats or punches. But there was only so much you could do against five students – especially when trying to not hurt them too much or fight back at the same time. If you only do as lay a finger on one of them, they would run straight to Weems’ office, cry a little and you would be sent back to juvie. 

A millisecond of inattention was all it took; you were dodging another punch when a violent swing crashed on your lower back, cutting your breath short. Your legs buckled under you and you collapsed on your knees, barely catching yourself with your hand before someone else punched you on the jaw. A sharp cry escaped your lips and blood filled your mouth, the burning pain making your ears ring for what felt like an eternity. 

Feeling bolder seeing you on the ground the rageful students threw themselves on you, and the punches rained on you again. You tried your best to protect your head from their bats, punches and kicks, which dig deep into your ribs and back. To try to defend yourself you kicked your legs blindly, trying to reach at least one of their tibias. A wail of pain coming from above you made you realize you had succeeded and with an unexpected surge of energy you flipped on your back and pushed yourself harshly backward, helping yourself with your hand on the ground. None of your attackers had seen this coming, and the one you back bumped to their legs lost their balance, tumbling on the ground with a grunt. 

The three remaining bullies stood tall in front of you, a lingering look of dumbfoundedness behind the hatred in their eyes. You knew this was your shot; so before they could even realize what just happened you sprung into action. 

Grabbing a handful of dirt and you threw it in the eyes of the closest two attackers, making them scream in surprise and pain. They dropped their makeshift weapons to clutch on their faces, trying to rub off the dirt irritating their eyes. You didn’t wait a single more second and jumped on your feet, before dashing toward Kent, last remaining of your attackers. Before the siren could even react you tackled him down with all of your force, and you both crashed on the ground loudly. If Kent found himself out of breath with the shock, you had rolled on your shoulder before touching the ground, landed on your feets and sprinted the fuck away from here. 

You didn’t even check if your attackers had gotten up and followed you, you just ran mindlessly toward the school. The wind slashed on your cheeks, prickling as your lungs burned but you didn’t care. For now, the only thing that mattered was to reach the dorms the quickest way possible. Finally, the walls of the school appeared and your legs didn’t falter. You dashed into the quad, almost crashing into a wall on a harsh turn. The entrance to the Ophelia wing was at arm’s reach when suddenly you slammed into something. And this something groaned. 

The strength of the collision made you stumble and a loud curse left your lips, as you gripped your throbbing head. 

“Motherfucker!” 

“Y/N?” 

The familiar voice made you snap your head up, meeting the stupefied face of none other than Tyler Galpin. 

“What are you doing here?” he urged, checking your general disheveled appearance, clothes coated with dirt and breath erratic, before frowning at the busted lips, bruises already forming on your left cheek and bloody nose. 

Out of reflex you scowled, “What are you doing here?”

A shout coming from behind made you whip around, and the sharp turn made your ribs burn in pain. Clutching your side while trying to hide it the best you could, facing the five assholes you had left in the forest. They all looked even more angry than before, the little stunt you had pulled must definitely not have pleased them. Their rush was cut short when they saw Tyler, and they stopped dead in their tracks for a moment. Even if none of them had seen him in his Hyde form, they knew what he was capable of. 

“What’s happening?” muttered Tyler to you, as the previously feral students seemed to start being nervous. 

“Run away,” you seethed, wincing at the pain on your rib. Those fuckers probably had bruised your ribs.

“What?”

“Go back to your room,” you articulated slowly, “run away, this doesn’t concern you.” 

“Get the fuck away Galpin,” shouted Kent before Tyler could protest again. You both returned your attention to the siren, whose voice was slightly wavering. “W-we only have a business with her, step away!” 

You grunted, taking a step in the group’s direction, trying to stand tall despite the soreness starting to sink in. All of your body ached but you couldn’t let this show. 

“None of you grew some balls on the way?” you snarled provocatively, which seemed to anger them even more. 

“Shut up! None of you want to hear anything from you, you fucking murderer!” 

Tyler frowned even more, glancing back and forth between you and the group of angry students. 

“Less talking, more action,” you retorted, “if you’re not afraid of getting your asses handed to you again.” 

Divina snorted, “Ah, look who’s talking. Not so courageous now that you’ve been beaten up, Van Helsing?”

You bared your teeth at her, murder in your eyes. But at the same time, you couldn’t hide the veil of shame draping over your traits. That’s when it clicked in Tyler’s mind. The bats and wooden sticks in the students’ hands, your general appearance, seeing you running away from something…those guys had cornered and attacked you? Five against one? 

Before even thinking about this, he grabbed your wrist; with an unexpected gentleness and care. 

“Did they do this to you?” he whispered slowly. 

Instead of snapping at him, like you would have done even a few weeks ago, you glanced up at him. Your eyes were glossy, no matter how hard you tried to push it away, “It’s nothing; please, don’t do anything.” 

Tyler felt his throat becoming tight. Please. He didn’t know what you had done, but he knew you weren’t one to beg. Even less letting yourself be beaten up by a group of five students you could have handled without a sweat. Something in him erupted, a flaming fury and blinding anger raging in his guts. A sensation of deep injustice and anger overtook him, fueled by the teary gaze and beaten face in front of him. For the first time since he got free of Laurel Gates’ influence, he had this unstoppable urge to kill. 

Before you could add anything, Tyler stepped up, placing himself protectively in front of you standing tall and menacing. Not only because of his height, towering in front of the now shivering students, but also because of the dark look in his eyes. 

“You did this to her?” he growled, his mouth turning into a menacing snarl. 

A wave of anxiety emanated from your attackers, “S-stay back! We don’t have a-anything against you!” 

“Oooh, you don’t?” cooed Tyler, but his tone didn’t have anything reassuring or joyful. It was cold, menacing, and it sent a shiver to everyone’s spine – even yours. “I’ve killed five people, but you don’t have anything to fear from me? Tell me, how many are you again?” 

This time the shivering students exchanged terrified looks among themselves, as they understood the implication. Their fear only fuelled Tyler’s delight, his hands starting to morph into the skinny and sharp claws of his Hyde under the rage raging inside him. An animalistic growl crawled out of his throat, only answered by a terrified shriek from the students. 

That’s when your mind reconnected and you sprung into action. 

Almost throwing yourself in front of Tyler, just in time before he jumped on the screaming students, you pressed your hand on his chest, a bit harshly to make sure he stopped. 

“Stop,” you breathed out in a yet firm voice, “don’t intervene. It won’t do anything good for either of us, trust me.” 

He growled, baring his teeth to the students. Nothing but pure hate filled his eyes, and you had to call him out to make him look at you. His animalistic gaze met your serious eyes, with a lingering silent plea. 

“Stop,” you repeated. 

He held your gaze for a moment, flickering to the terrified attackers; then, after agonizing long seconds, he backed down slightly. His hands turned back to normal, but the murderous look still burned in his eyes. 

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and turned to the students’ who were close to crying. 

“Get the fuck out of here,” you snapped at them, “you’re fucking lucky I was here, next time I’ll let him tear your sorry asses to shreds.”

“I- we-we didn’t ask you any–” started to mumble Kent, trying to play brave. 

“GO THE FUCK AWAY!” you wailed, patience finally breaking, and they ran away without asking for more. 

“You’ll pay for what you did to Jeremiah!” shouted Kent in the distance before disappearing in a corridor. 

A whimper left your lips and you feel your legs buckle under you, the pain finally crashing in. One of Tyler’s hands immediately came around your back to support you. 

“You’re okay?”

A faint nod from you didn’t convince him the slightest, “ ‘gonna be fine,” you mumbled, “just need some bandages and sleep.” 

You knew you were going to need more than that; but you still had your pride. Reluctantly, you tugged yourself out of Tyler’s arms, no matter how comfortable and warm they had felt. Taking in your slumping figure, the curly-haired teenager suddenly had an idea. 

“Come,” he said softly, “better not to stay here.”

You seconded that. “I’m going back to my room.”

“To find Weems in front of your door?” he retorted, “nah, bad move. Come with me, I know just the place.” 

Too tired to protest, you followed him without a word through the corridors. Tyler led the way, passing in front of the dinning hall and then to the cooking workshops. Surprisingly the door wasn’t locked and you both entered the pristine clean room. Tyler flickered the light open and you climbed on the edge of one the workbenches, sighing in pain and glancing around skeptically. 

“Any first aid kit in that magical place of yours?” you mumbled in a semblance of a joke – which failed pathetically. 

Tyler nodded and retrieved a small bag and tossed it to you, “Here. Every room with a cooking fire is required to have one. Need help with that?”

You scoffed, rolling up your shirt to inspect your ribs, “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not a cripple yet.” 

Tyler eyed you for a second – a lingering look on the glimpse of your naked skin – before turning away and rummaging through the cupboards. 

“So, what happened to 'sassing your way out’?” he teased, but his joke was only met with a bitter laugh. 

“Turned out baseball bats outwitted my sarcasm, who could have guessed.”

He snorted. “What did those assholes want?” he then asked more seriously while grabbing a pot and pouring some water in it. 

Snickering, you tried to refrain a hiss when you carefully poked at your painful rib, “Boring things really, getting me out of the school, calling me names, y’know the usual.”

“I didn’t think ‘the usual’ included beating the shit out of you.”

You exhaled loudly in annoyance, “It’s no big deal I said, drop it.”

“One of them called you a murderer,” insisted Tyler, glancing at you over his shoulder. 

His stubbornness was starting to get on your nerves, “Big fucking news, I’m kinda one in everyone’s eyes here.”. But Tyler didn’t get the hint and he leaned against the ledge of the hob, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Does it have something to do with the Jeremiah guy they talked about?”

“Ugh! You really want to know?” you growled loudly, snapping at him, “fine! Jeremiah was a vampire student at Nevermore and I assaulted him, happy?” 

Tyler’s eyebrows rose high in surprise. For the second time this evening he had witnessed you losing your temper; you had always such a cool and collected behavior, it was definitely not something he had expected. 

“Send the fucker to the hospital for a month, and in return I was sent in juvie and that’s it, end of the story. Happy now?” you finished with a bitter snarl. 

But the freckled boy didn’t seem over with that yet. His dumbfounded expression still held to many questions. “Wait, they sent you to juvie because you fought with a student? That’s insane, no one goes that far for a teenager fight.”

A dark chuckle escaped you and you glanced up to him menacingly, “You think I fought with him? I fucking destroyed him, that’s what I did. That’s right,” you continued to the puzzled expression on his face, “tore that son of a bitch apart and burned the vampire out of him like the big bad Van Helsing I am.” 

Only a loud gulp answered you, and you went back to a closed-off silence, mulling over your bitterness – and shame. Even if you were untimely convinced that what you did had to be done, you weren’t overly fond of that memory either. 

“How many students know about that?” asked carefully Tyler, trying to catch your gaze but you avoided him purposefully. 

“All of them,” you muttered, “officially it was an accident. But they all know who to blame.”

Despite your elusive explanations, Tyler could feel that there was more to it but couldn’t yet picture what. “What aren’t you telling me?”

You scoffed, “I’m telling you what I want. I’m the bad guy in that story and I’m not more welcomed here than you are, that’s all.”. Tyler opened his mouth, ready to ask you why you were pushing him away again, but you cut him, “Your water’s boiling.”

He whipped his head around and swore under his breath at the forgotten pot. You took the opportunity to make a check of your physical state. Although it wasn’t so glorious, the extent of your injuries didn’t feel so bad. Without a mirror it was hard to tell how much of your face was bruised; but you definitely took a hell of a beating. At least you got the confirmation that your ribs weren’t broken, or else it would have hurt a lot more. After dabbing some alcohol on your bloody knuckles, palms and forearms you had scratch when falling, you tried to dress the wound on your forehead the best you could. A bag of frozen peas landed next to you. 

“For your cheek,” said Tyler from where he stood.

 You nodded your head in thanks as you pressed the bag against your bruised cheek, wincing at the cold against the bruise. Tyler returned a few moments after, two smoking cups in his hand. When he handed you one, you looked at him in disbelief. 

“What’s that?” 

“Coffee. Looked like you could use some.” 

Sniffing tentatively over the cup, rich aromas filled your nose like a blessing. After an experimental sip you couldn’t hold back a long moan. 

“Jesus fuck, did you make that?” you asked in disbelief, and he nodded sheepishly. 

“Might not be as good as the ones from the Weathervane, but at least it’s edible.”

Drinking eagerly like you were the thirstiest woman on hearth, you let out an appreciative whimper, “This is heaven, how did you pull that trick?”

Tyler gave you a timid smile, “Got a few barista tricks when I was working at the coffee shop. Made more coffee than I can count.”

The last drops of the warm drink rolled down your throat, and you hummed in delight. Then you looked up to Tyler, who was watching you closely; the concern hadn’t disappeared from his face, and somehow, that felt comforting too. 

“Thank you,” you muttered softly. “For the coffee and for…earlier. You didn’t have to intervene.” And you didn’t have to ask about Jeremiah and the accident, you added internally. Even if you would never admit it out loud, it didn't feel so bad to talk about your side of the story to someone actually listening – even if you had presented things roughly. 

He offered you a kind smile; a real, non-sarcastic, kind smile, “Couldn’t let my favorite bodyguard in a sticky situation.”

“Except you could have,” you countered in a tired tone, “you could have let those students beat the shit out of me, could have been your opportunity to run away from Nevermore.” 

Heavy silence filled the room for a moment; then, Tyler approached closer until his legs touched your knees, gaze boring into yours. You found yourself face barely inches from his once again, detailing every freckles and red angry stretches of his scars. 

“Hey,” he breathed out in a whisper, “I’m not letting you down okay?”

“Why?” you whispered in confusion, “I’m an obstacle to you, I could kill you if I’m forced to…why are you so keen on helping me?” 

Raising one of his hands slowly, Tyler stroked the edge of the clumsily-put bandaid above your eyebrow, careful not to hurt you, “Because you’re the only one who had come to my defense,” he said softly. “And under that thick shell of yours, I think you understand me.”

His words made your throat feel tight; yeah, maybe you and Tyler weren’t so different after all. Even in a place full of outcasts, you stood aside awkwardly. Little by little, Tyler had come to be perhaps your only friend in that place. 

Still, you knew you had to continue to push him away. Not from you necessarily, but from your heart. 

The mission at hand was to protect him, but more than anything, you had to protect yourself. No matter how nice and cocky Tyler was, you knew the shell of sarcasm and laid-back attitude you had built for yourself could crumble if you weren’t paying enough attention. But the temptation of letting him in was becoming so, oh so strong. So you allowed yourself to let your defenses down slightly just tonight, and leaned your forehead against Tyler’s chest. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, “maybe we’re equally fucked up you and me.”

[Part.4] 

A/N: Wenclair? WENCLAIR.  When editing I’ve noticed that I didn’t mention Xavier so much in this fic so far; this is not about shadowbanning the character due to the Percy affair going on, I legit just didn’t give much place to his character yet, it’ll come with time (but I legit think he won’t have much place in this fic, I’d rather write about him with him as a main character :DD) (maybe once this fic is over I’ll write for him, I have some ideas for one shots!)

Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part ♥ Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥

Taglist: 

@igotanidea​ @officerrrfriendly​ @beggingforxavierthorpe​ @aliciahlewis​ @stresseyzesty​ @katiemrty​ @leightonsteele​ @black-swan-blog27​ @mooniesthings​

Usernames unfound by Tumblr: 

@spiceyhotsherbet

Plz tell me if I’ve forgotten you in the taglist (or if you wanna join!)

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin angst #wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #Van Helsing! Reader #no beta we die like men

[faeriecinna]

WIP Questionnaire (2.0)

I was tagged a second time by @finchwrites, so I'll do this for my second WIP too.

Project.Ink

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

As I mentioned in this post, as someone from an Irish family, I wanted to write a novel that paid homage to our folklore, so I decided to mess with the general concept of a 'changeling'. Rowan came to be when I tried to think up a character that was a faerie who, for some reason, believed they were a human - and the rest followed.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Not so much a theme song, but Rowan and Killeen's song is definitely Dying Star by Ashnikko and Ethel Cain. I'd probably have it playing in the background when Killeen realises who Rowan actually is to her.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

Rowan was the first character I created for this story so I do have a soft spot for her in my heart, but because I knew I wanted this to be a queer story, when I created Killeen I basically just turned my ideal woman into a lesbian fae warrior so??? of course I would die for her?? Plus being The Inquisitor for The Sidhe Court is kind of a slay, no?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

Never read it, but from what I've heard I can only assume ACOTAR peeps would be into it. If anyone has ever watched Zone Blanche/The Black Spot (spooky french supernatural murder drama), that is EXACTLY the vibe I'm going for - just Irish (and if you haven't watched it you should).

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

There are two parallel storylines in the story - Rowan's storyline when she is taken into the Fae realm, and the second storyline that follows the aftermath in her small town when her parents report her missing. I struggle a fair bit with actually writing the aforementioned second storyline because I get so caught up with all the lesbian dumbassery that I forget there is in fact a second layer to my plot.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Crows, ravens and other corvids are ALWAYS a motif in my stories. The Sidhe also have a strong supernatural connection to the flora and fauna so not only are there several different kinds of forest dwelling animals in the story, but most of the characters can communicate with them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Honestly for a fantasy book my setting/map is rather small so most of the travel is done by foot. I guess there'll probably be a few police cars involved and maybe some kind of sailboat at some point lmao

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

In the earlier stages of the first draft atm. I started this as a passion project only about 6 months ago even though I had the plot idea for a couple of years.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Queer fae. Need I say more? Also I'm hoping the fact that there are a lot more spooky/horror elements to this story, as opposed to a lot of faerie narratives, will interest people. It's all going to be set in Ireland as well so that's another demographic that I hope will enjoy it!

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

It's a queer story where the characters are just... queer.... and in love... there's no homophobia, no "I'm gay and that's okay and normal!", no having to come out - it just is right from the get go, a gay story about gay girls being gay without that being the focal point of the narrative - so I hope that if it ever gets published, it'll be a book that queer people can go to when they need a spooky gay fantasy without any of the trauma and alienation that we feel as queer people irl. I hope people connect to the story and take some comfort in the darkness.

And I'm gonna tag @sleepywriter00 @akiwitch and @eccaiia

(blank under the cut)

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

#writing #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #writer #tumblr writing community #writer problems #writerblr #writblr #fantasy writer #project.ink #rowan and killeen #fantasy wip #fantasy writing #fantasy novel #wip #my wips

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Asking about fae Jon and his court :) and also martin and dragons and

YAY THANK YOU!!!!

So basically the entities sorta exist in this universe but more in a force-of-nature-in-a-fantasy-world way that everybody knows about. Like "Did you hear about what happened to the linen trader? I heard his home got touched by the Crawling Ones. He's fine, but his home is a wreck." Or "You know she's supposedly been associated with the Story Weavers. I wouldn't trust her." Sorta thing.

For Fae their Courts are often aligned with a specific entity. Jon was a high ranking Fae in a Court under the All-Seeing. He would've been fine with the life that he had already, except that Elias was technically the leader of this Court and he just. Really pisses Jon off. There was a breaking point when Elias did something really nasty that lead to Jon rebelling and saying screw it and causing absolute mayhem before hauling ass. While he willingly ran away from the court as he had planned, if he stayed after pulling the stunt he probably would've been executed or tortured or something so there weren't many other options.

Leaving the Court stripped him of much power (not all- nothing could ever truly strip away the touch of the entities) which lead the Court to presume him dead. He's fine though, actually way happier than before. The more minimalistic power took much weight off his shoulders, and in running away he found an old cottage in the middle of the woods.

There's a strange sentience to the cottage- it only reveals itself to those who need it, and it powerfully guards those who live there. Jon sensed this immediately, and was hesitant, but the cottage welcomed him kindly. He stays there for many years, the cottage somehow supplying anything he may need. Clothes, food, books, art supplies. Though he still wonders the woods foraging and whatnot. For fun.

(Also love thinking about his forest creature fae energy. His hair is long and unruly and has leafy vines growing out with it (sometimes things bloom from the vines due to strong emotions). He's almost always barefoot and his vibes are literally so weird but alluring. He's so pretty and weird and silly and I love him <3.)

At some point after many years, he meets Martin!! Yay!! (I actually have that scene written out somewhere). Martin, Tim, and Sasha are all dragon riders in a world where dragons are so often hunted down and slaughtered. They're leading a nomadic rebellion for lost people and dragons alike. Martin was caught during a raid of dragon hunters and left to die in the woods bound to a tree. Jon finds him and takes him in. After a while of Martin healing and the two bonding (Martin is terrified of Jon at first btw and Jon is absolutely fascinated with the pretty human he found in the woods) stuff happens and Jon finally leaves the cottage and follows Martin's group of nomads (per the cottage's instance).

As I said, the dragon riders take in dragons and lost souls, typically people black listed from society. People like a an ex baker who was Fog-Touched, a shapeshifter and a werewolf who both hate clowns, and a Courtless Fae. Jon gets found family trope'd.

(Also for the dragon characters- i don't have all the notes rn but Martin's dragon is named Fog-Walker (the dragon is also Fog-Touched so those two are stupidly bonded and cute). Fog-Walker is huge, has two sets of wings, and is very helpful in travels bc she can summons fog and clouds! Tim's is a tiny and speedy racing dragon named C.C. (short for Clown Crusher.))

#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #fantasy au

[afniel]

Ah whoops it's after 5am again and I'm still not asleep. I was drawing. orz

Totally unrelated and uncommonly woo-woo (now, anyway, I used to blog about this shit all the time) thought but it's a little weird that any time I'm dreaming that I'm killing a shitload of people, which is actually not that frequent at all, my friend Fox (who is a dream walker and a real human being that exists in the world, we went to university together) always shows up and is like, 'so how's that going for you,' and I'm like, 'oh you know ;3' and the next day I'm like, 'uh oh, what did you see.' and she's like, 'enough.'

She has got to have the most skewed idea of what kind of dreamer I am. I swear I'm mostly boring. I am not always rabidly racking up a double digit body count like aliveness is going out of style but only for other people. In fact that's like 2-3 times a year at the absolute most. AND YET. The instant I start thinking in my sleep, 'hmm! Perhaps just a bit of murdering and maiming and harming and aggressing and destroying and thrashing and killing and vandalizing would be fine. I can have little a homicides, as a treat' she rolls in like, 'am I interrupting something or' and I'm like 'uhhh nope! just the usual! how you doing!' while hiding the dream bodies.

She's literally collabed with Hermes once to rope me into doing it astrally because I guess they needed to teach someone a lesson and later I was basically like, 'you know you can ask right. You don't have to sneakily point me at targets while I'm asleep. Using your words is a real thing you can do,' but I don't think it'll happen, I think if I were awake I'd ask normal questions like, 'do you really need 50+ people from this fae court slaughtered, is that not excessive, have you tried taking to them, I'm not really about violence, perhaps let's not do this' but if you drag me over to the other side when I'm asleep, I just go, 'the vibes are rancid so I'm letting your blood out now.' Which is probably easier from their side of things, because they've made up their minds already, but man. Way to make me feel very normal and reasonable about it.

#astral bullshit #when was the last time I did any astral work #why is this what I'm thinking at 5:30am #I want McDonald's brekkie #and to remember how to sleep #I'm sure I'm tired but I'm also not at all sleepy or tired I'm just Pain #sigh what the fuck

[fangirleaconmigo]

I've been having a real bad time in general lately. if it's not too annoying, do you have any fic recs? Anything that made you feel soft or even a rollercoaster of emotions. Preferably geraskier/gerlion but really any ship <3

Hi Nonny, It isn't annoying at all. I'm sorry you've been having a bad time. I am sending you internet hugs, good wishes, and ficrecs. I apologize in advance if you've seen me rec any of these already. I am really really really bad at bookmarking things in general, so the ones I actually do remember to bookmark make repeated appearances in my recs.

For soft Geraskier, I always rec Beginte because her fics always flood me with feelings of love and comfort and it's just so good.

Here are two of my favorites of hers: 5 Fae Things Jaskier Does, Northern Lights, but really all of them.

Also...

Fae Jaskier (apparently I love fae Jaskier) by PillageandLute is a short ficlet but it makes me feel so good and I reread it a lot.

All We Need (Is One Last Chance) by Multiple Lizards is a Gerlion that will make you just fucking ache. But in the best way.

This one is funny if you'd like a laugh.

True Facts About the Harlequin Land Squid by Basingstoke

And this one isn't Geraskier or Gerlion but it just makes me happy. It's a modern au Lambert x Aiden, where Lambert works in a bakery making the obscene and rude pastries and Aiden is the delivery guy. It is funny, sexy, and touching.

These are a Few of My Least Hated Things by Stfustucky

Oh, and I suppose I could self rec, since soft Geraskier is totally my brand. The most aching but soft ones I have are (judging by the comments):

Marbles (Geralt amnesia fic)

To the Dark I said Pour (Geralt truck driver au)

The Song of Geralt (Song of Achilles inspired)

and my funniest one is:

I Know the Kindest Thing Is to Never Leave You Alone (People say it has What we Do in the Shadows vibes)

I hope things pick up for you soon. <3 <3 <3

#the witcher #geraskier #gerlion #ficrecs

[faefarm]

Hello I’ve been playing since release date and am loving the experience so far, partway through chapter 5. A few things of note:

1. Contracts notice board tends to freeze or not allow me the option of shipping goods no matter how many times I select the contract or how much I have in my inventory. Noticed this with the silver ingots option in Winter Year 1.

2. It’s a little hard to come across certain ingredients when stepping out of areas and reentering them or passing in on another day.

3. Fae critters are harder to catch than normal critters, even with a fully upgraded net and being lvl 12 critter catching. It takes a couple of swings, like the net passes through them. I know this is normal for sun or fay sprites(?) but critters like leaf buddies tend to escape me.

4. It would be nice to be able to dig up flowers if we’ve accidentally mass planted the same kind nest to each other without room for cross breeding.

5. I know a couple of others have suggested time moving slower, and I’m in agreement, especially with multiple animals and crops to take care of and dungeons to explore and quests to fulfill. I either dedicate the whole day to farming, foraging, mining or critter catching if I need ingredients, leaving little room for side quests.

6. maybe an option for a polyam marriage??? I feel so bad picking Pepper when I was also dating Argyle, because I love myself a short nonbinary-looking character.

Hello!

Thank you for playing!

1. Contracts notice board tends to freeze or not allow me the option of shipping goods no matter how many times I select the contract or how much I have in my inventory.

We are looking into this! It's definitely high on the priority list right now for fixes.

2. It’s a little hard to come across certain ingredients when stepping out of areas and reentering them or passing in on another day.

Oh noted! Are there specific areas that particularly have this issue? Are you on PC or Switch?

3. Fae critters are harder to catch than normal critters, even with a fully upgraded net and being lvl 12 critter catching.

They're definitely super crafty! Have you tried using an invisibility potion to get the drop on them?

4. It would be nice to be able to dig up flowers if we’ve accidentally mass planted the same kind nest to each other without room for cross breeding.

Noting this, it's a great point!

5. I know a couple of others have suggested time moving slower, and I’m in agreement, especially with multiple animals and crops to take care of and dungeons to explore and quests to fulfill. I either dedicate the whole day to farming, foraging, mining or critter catching if I need ingredients, leaving little room for side quests.

Definitely popular feedback we've received!

6. maybe an option for a polyam marriage??? I feel so bad picking Pepper when I was also dating Argyle, because I love myself a short nonbinary-looking character.

Oh we can definitely pass along the suggestion, but you can always hit the "Reset Relationship" option if there's someone else you vibe with better 💞

#ask faefarm #fae farm

[jackals-ships]

oh promo hour? uvu

🐺 im jackal/nihlus/zander [they/it/he/xe] i am, counts on fingers, almost 23 who let that happen-

🐺 this is my sideblog! my main is @/autistic-council-spectre that i also post on sporadically

🐺 i can be your war criminal kisser mutual <3 seriously i need to update my f/o doc because i haven't done that in A Minute. but it's all war criminals babieeee. i bounce around them a lot but i tend to focus on Lotor, Nuada, Alduin, Denathrius an recently his royal prettiness has tried to set up shop

🐺 i can also be your au mutual i have. so many. that marinade in my brain daily (please ask me about the dragon priest au or the fae au please i can be sooooo normal <- lying)

🐺 lotor is the only f/o i feel ?? about sharing, no idea why, but if you give me a tag to block we can still vibe <3 otherwise if we share verses or f/o's we are friends now i don't make the rules i just enforce them. my s/i's are breaking into your home to put mlp stickers on your walls as we speak

🐺 sometimes i like to think about darker dynamics and theming with my f/o's (points at denathrius. gothic romance) but it's always tagged and under a cut as well ! i just find it cathartic to shake my ships in a jar so

🐺 i have one braincell and i use it to think gay thoughts <3 so if you send me an ask or dm and i don't reply dw im not ignoring you! i just got distracted by a worm and now feel Too Weird And Awkward To Reply

🐺 i also have. gestures at my brain. issues as the kids say (predominantly it's issues with paranoia and obsessive thoughts patterns) + trauma i Really, Really don't feel comfortable disclosing to the world at large. so because of that i have every single variation of pro and antiship known to man blocked. p l e a s e don't send me an ask about it as that'll just make me obsess more unfortunately, but i can always talk in dm's for some minor clarification! i do not bite. mostly-

🐺 also bc of my brain worms i have a tag called "puppytime tag" that's basically where the age regression type thots go, all very dog themed as im doggy irl. so, don't be weird about that <3

#jackals barks #okay 2 rb #self ship promo #long post #trying to think about what's relevant information like uhhhh- hfdj

[werewroammin]

2. What are your sides traits? Are they the same or different from the Sanders Sides?

4. Do your sides have names? Is there a reason they're named that? (Ex. How Patton's name comes from "Pathos")

9. Do your sides interact with the Sanders Sides? If so, who gets along with who? Who hates each other?

16. FREE SPOT FOR ANSWERERS! Ramble about anything you want!

- @transfemlogan

2: my sides traits are Hope, Sensitivity, Logic, Creativity, “Cringe” and… weed. the weed side

cringe is like a reclamation of sorts, and is used positively. she’s made of self love rather than self deprecation :3 rawr basically encompasses all my interests that society considers “cringe”

hope is kinda like my morality in a way, but functions differently from patton (especially since she’s also my selfishness). hope wants me to be better, and knows i can be, but isn’t overbearing about it

sensitivity is also my anxiety, and kinda takes things to heart. but she’s fiercely protective of me and the others, so if any of us get hurt, all hell breaks loose. they’re unintentionally the reason i worry about if im a bad person, because of the anxiety portion of her functions. she doesn’t mean to make me question it, it just happens because of their worrying

and logic and creativity are fairly similar to logan and roman respectively, but my logic is very emotional, and i only have one creativity that encompasses all aspects of imagination

weed is… my stoner thoughts. and my munchy cravings. and my love of bongs

4: they all have different names from their traits except Hope! he’s just Hope because it feels right, i honestly have no reasoning skjdjdfk

Sensitivity is Ophelia, named after the hurricane because they’re like an oncoming storm, and also because the name means “aid” and “help”, and all Ophelia wants to do is help me through life’s issues,, idk it makes sense in my head lmao

Cringe is Ebony because “my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and i have long ebony black hair (that’s how i got my name) with purple-

Logic is Nikola because i wanted to name it after someone in history who was known for their brilliance, and Nikola Tesla, inventor of the tesla coils, seemed like the right pick. idk something about a guy who worked with electricity seemed right to me

Creativity is Angelo, derived from Michelangelo, the famous painter. for hopefully obvious reasons lmao

Weed is… Mary Jane. i probably don’t need to explain

9: i haven’t yet decided if they actually interact! but i think hypothetically, Hope would get along well with Remus. idk why, just the vibe i get. and Janus i think. and he would probably think Patton is a bit much kajdjffj like “damn this guys in charge of thomas’s morality??” kajdjdfj

Nikola and Logan might get along as well, and logan would be fascinated by Nikola’s capacity for emotion, given their role as Logic. it would definitely be intrigued by Remus and Roman, being two creativities that separated from each other, and probably try to study them sjdjdjfjf

Angelo and Roman would freakin love each other lmao a prince and a fae, that’d be great. though Angelo can have darker ideas that lean towards remus territory

Ophelia would appreciate Virgil at first but after a while be like “wow this guy kinda sucks” KSJDJDJF and due to her being intrusive thoughts and anxiety, she wouldn’t really like being around Remus cos of the influence he would have (remus would say some shit like “your bones are always wet” or smthn idk and Ophelia would freak the fuck out)

Ebony and Remus. need i say more <3

also Mary Jane and Remus. but Mary Jane probably likes everyone (probably doesn’t trust Patton at first, cos his dad energy also has some narc energy like he’s gonna be all strict about drugs, but warms up to him eventually)

16: UHHH UM. RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS?

im dating myself, and as such im also dating my sides. so there’s that

Ebony and i are cuddlers through and through. if i had longer hair he’d always be braiding it lmao and it loves making me kandi jewelry that i cant wear cos it’s imaginary </3 faer primary love language is physical touch for sure (words of affirmation is a close second)

Nikola just loves spending time with me and telling me everything on its mind <3 they also love sharing fun facts about the world cos it knows i love learning. their primary love language is quality time

Angelo is always wanting to slow dance with me, even though im not a good dancer lmao. he’s very romantic and sensual, so fae’re always trying to sweep me off my feet by waxing poetic. magics primary love language is a tie between gift giving and acts of service

Hope enjoys singing to me, especially to try and help me fall asleep at night. it doesn’t always work but the gestures there lmao. she’ll run his fingers through my hair and softly serenade me and fuck im so touch starved KAJDJDDJF her primary love language is acts of service (quality time is a close second)

Ophelia writes me poetry and performs it (not in a bombastic way, just… a gentle delivery that speaks for itself). they get help from Angelo for this lmao but it’s always 100% her writing. her primary love language is quality time (physical touch is a close second)

Mary Jane is also a big cuddler, and, of course, enjoys smoke sessions. it also enjoys joint cooking sessions (pun intended), where we both cook something :3 its primary love language is physical touch and quality time

i hope i answered these well :3

#crows sides #drug mention

[captainofthetidesbreath]

Happy Calamity day! I am VERY excited—the short ExU campaign of my dreams! Due to the nature of first episodes of things, this one is longer than usual: 65 items, many of which are in the example cards above (though some of the squares have been slightly changed since), all of which are below the cut. Grab your bingo card at BingoBaker here's the link. Here are the notes:

Any square that names a specific class-player combination is also legal for the general class square, i.e. "artificer Aabria" and "artificer" become legal simultaneously.

"necromancer" is not restricted to the wizard class, although it is certainly the easiest necromancer to identify.

Half of a wizard is anyone in a multiclass with at least one wizard level. "2.5 wizards" does not necessarily mean there needs to be 2 full wizards; 1 and 3 halves counts.

For help in determining if "Travis Bogart vibes" is legal, please refer to the following image. Or, essentially, if Travis' PC comes off as if he belongs in a noir film, an old detective novel, or a crime radio drama, it's probably legal. Think 1940s Hollywood.

"DMV-visit-type scene" is any scene in which tedious bureaucracy occurs. A PC need not necessarily be the one SUFFERING the bureaucracy. It is still legal if they are inflicting the bureaucracy.

"PC in romantic relationship" and "PC divorced" does not necessarily require the PC to be in a romantic relationship with or divorced from a second PC.

"two PCs are exes" and "PC divorced" CAN be legal simultaneously.

"Vestige (or whatever they're called now)" does NOT apply to every single magical item in the Age of Arcanum.

Some of the continents had different names before the Divergence, be conscientious when trying to check them off. The continents and "different name for this continent" CAN be simultaneously legal.

"somewhere else" is for the city being in or above or wherever that is not any of the listed continent, including non-continental regions such as the Shattered Teeth or above open sea. Eiselcross is part of Wildemount.

As always, I am glad to answer questions about squares. Good luck, to you and to the party—even if the party thinks they don't need it.

artificer Aabria

Zemnian Aabria

paladin Luis

Sam shares a class with Fjord

full caster Travis

druid Travis

necromancer Marisha

more than one multiclass

2.5 or more wizards

Travis Bogart vibes

DMV-visit-type scene

Brennan: "IN-credible."

level 10 to 15

level 16 to 20

artificer

barbarian

bard

cleric

druid

fighter

monk

paladin

ranger

rogue

sorcerer

warlock

wizard

dunamancy

homebrewed or reskinned spell

PHB subclass

XGTE subclass

TCOE subclass

homebrew subclass

other subclass

two PCs are exes

PC in romantic relationship

PC divorced

Vestige (or whatever they're called now)

Star Razor

Prime Deity appearance

Betrayer God appearance

Vespin Chloras appearance or mention

Purvan Suul appearance or mention

Cerberus Assembly appearance or mention

Siff Duthar mention

Vasselheim mention

Aeor mention

Zemniaz mention

Qoniiran Tetrarchy mention

Kethesk mention

tabaxi

katari

elf

dranassar

genasi

aeormaton (or other robot)

small race

fae player character

Issylra

Marquet

Tal'Dorei

Wildemount

different name for these continents

unclear what continent this even is

somewhere else

#Critical Role #Exandria Unlimited: Calamity #CritRole bingo

[grey-sorcery]

In my perspective, as well as experience, Fae (I can only speak of those in North America and Central America) are spirits. As such, it is not likely you’ll ever see them physically manifest. Like other spirits, (Ancestors, Angels, Demons, Djinn, plant spirits, etc.) Fae exist within a hierarchy of both age and size, which generally go hand-in-hand. In fact, there is a hierarchy that is recognized by all spirits.

(When I say “size” I am referring to how powerful they are, not how tall they are.)

Sources: Things within this post are 70% learned from direct experience, 25% taught to me by a practitioner of Curanderismo, & 5% book/internet research.

Dealings with Fae:

If you must, despite the warnings from the community, seek out a Fae, you should know a few things:

1- Where to find them.

2- How to locate one within that place and convince them to commune with you.

3- Ways you can protect yourself and others around you.

4- How to “befriend” one.

5- How to close communion.

A few useful things to have on you: fresh mint, fresh lavender, really any common flowering plant in your region (All must be harvested respectfully because the Fae will feel it.) As well as buttons (the older- the better), red wine, moon water, and/or a small potted plant (if dealing with a Fae within a building)

Without knowing at least a few of these things, I surely would have been subject to all kinds of spiritual, physical and mental torture/harassment.

#1: Where to find Fae

Fae do not necessarily reside in woodlands, deserts, swamps, mountains, forests, or lakes (etc). They can and do live in cities, suburbs and places like Walmart. However, places like Walmart aren’t very attractive to them, and they will likely only live there temporarily.

Fae like to be left alone, like most spirits. They will always nestle into a place that is secluded and rather quiet. The more foliage, the better because Fae do prefer more natural areas. They only exist out of nature due to urbanization. It’s actually really sad. If you find a Fae within a building, PLEASE be careful. They will likely not be too friendly.

So, think of a place that is near you, where there is little human traffic that has at least some foliage. Then, once you have communed with a few Fae (That are in a more preferred habitat), and think that you could handle it, look in the dark secluded places in buildings.

#2: How to locate and speak to a Fae if they reside in that area

You will need your intuition here- in fact, you will be relying on it nearly wholly.

If in forests, mountains, and woodlands: they will likely be found near groves of old trees, running water, large boulders (That are covered in moss AND fungus), on mounds with flowers, secluded clearings in trees, and small caves.

In deserts: secluded caves, atop mesas, near water, oases, and around clusters of larger plants.

In swamps: Near the oldest tree in the area, running water, large rocks that are being devoured by moss and mud, in tree branches, as well as nearly all over the place.

In plains/prairie: You will only find younger and/or smaller Fae. They will be clinging to the base of the grasses, hiding under yucca, near cacti, resting near wildflowers.

In buildings: They will be found in dark corridors, abandoned buildings, attics, storage rooms that are barely used, the roof, and elevator shafts/empty stairwells.

Once you think you’ve found one, lay out an offering without looking directly at them. It is always best to look directly at the ground. Once the offering is set, bow your head to the ground- touching your forehead. Then speak aloud the reasoning for leaving that specific offering, while being as respectful and genuine as possible. Then give an offering of energy. (Before doing this, be sure to have protection [see #3]) This energy needs to be appropriate for the vibe of the Fae.

Then, begin to speak aloud to them. Tell them about yourself, and your craft. You must be completely honest. Lying to a Fae can result in their anger. Ask if they are comfortable speaking to you. If they aren’t you’ll feel it. If this happens, bow again and stand and leave respectfully. Be sure to give a blessing to their home as you are leaving it.

#3: How you can protect yourself and those around you

Objects you can carry that will help prevent them from: Following you [F], Leeching energy from you [L], Cursing you [C], Messing with your Psyche [P].

{”-” before a symbol means that it makes it easier, rather than preventing.)

-Iron (Nail, bar, wire, ball, key, etc.) [L]

-Tiger’s Eye [P]

-A feather [F]

-Fresh Romero [L] [P]

-Copper [P] [-L]

-Rutilated Quartz [C] [P]

-Amethyst [L]

-Obsidian [C] [L]

-Turquoise [F] [P]

- Shungite [-L] [P] [C]

-Fresh Ecineccea flower [L] [C] [F]

-Salt [F] [L] [C]

-Sigils drawn on flesh or paper (potentially [F] [L] [C] [P] [-F] [-L] [-C] [-P])

There are a few energetic way to protect yourself as well.

Creating a shell of neutral reflective energy around you, building and maintaining a flame in your heart energy center, astral weapons/shields, tulpas/servitors/thought-forms, and blessings.

Be sure to ALWAYS salt all thresholds in your home before leaving to commune with Fae. Brick dust, iron shavings, and Pipestone dust can be used in place of salt. Also, NEVER underestimate the power of respect, intuition, and understanding.

#4: How to “Befriend” a Fae

I use the term “befriend” very loosely, hence the quotation marks. It’s more like a trade deal.

This can happen once they feel comfortable speaking to you, and you can then make a request- but not without compensation. If a request is made without compensation, they will likely take something of their own choosing.

For example, I met a really old Fae that recently migrated to a conservation area near me. (by recently I mean within the last 100 years, which is like a week or two to her.) Once she was comfortable speaking to me, I asked her for guidance and assistance in my craft- as well as to join my circle of spirits in the direction of the North. In return I offered to ward her home- to this, she scoffed. Instead, all she asked for in return was my faith in her and her home- as well as to never mention her name around or to any other humans. (I can’t even write it in my Grimoire- I checked)

#5: How to close a communion with a Fae

If a Fae is gracious enough to commune with you, you should always end with a statement of honest gratitude.

Ways to physically show gratitude and respect could be as follows:

-placing your forehead on the ground

-kissing the ground

-manifest your aura as butterflies or another flying creature depending on the vibe of the Fae.

-Bow after standing up (If you were previously sitting)

-Bow before leaving.

-Facing towards the center of their home, as you are leaving, and placing your forehead on the center (Try, if you are able, to face south when doing this)

-Leave a second offering.

-Draw a sigil of gratitude in the air with your energy.

There are some Fae you should strive to avoid!

-Faeries (Not Fairies): They will blatantly lie to you and will almost always be insulted and/or disgusted at your presence.

-Fae that feel palpably angry- most likely found in abandoned buildings.

-Fae that live in a lone tree.

-Fae that live in poisonous/toxic plants

-There are a few more- but your gut will honestly be your best tool.

If you have any questions, click here.

#baby witch #spirit work #witchblr #beginner witch #witchcraft #greysorcery #informational post #grey witch #Gsw

[acourtofthought]

Hot take but I don’t think SJM had any plans for an Azriel book/making him a love interest until she and the publishers noticed how popular he is. I do believe she’s excited to tell his story, as she said, but “3 brothers with 3 sisters” was never the plan - SJM said she was planning on making Lucien and Nesta mates before she realized they were ill suited and decided to make Cassian her mate (good choice, imo). Then proceeded to say Elain was the one she and Lucien never saw coming. Why would she give Lucien so much family drama, hidden powers and a direct link to Koschei with Vassa if he “wasn’t important enough to have a POV”? Why make him and Elain so well matched if they weren’t endgame? Charming, well-dressed duo who hates violence is much more appealing than yet another brooding, depressed hero with sunshine girl who hates violence.

It’s why I’m not all that excited about Gwynriel book. With the way Gwyn was set up in ACOSF, it’s gonna be all “I’m not worthy” from two POVs. It’s a bit weird. I get survivor’s guilt, but she was protecting the children, not cowering in a corner while her sister was killed. It’s too dramatic to think people will hate her for it and not see her as a hero.

Here here!

I also got the vibe that SJM hadn't really put a lot of thought into Azriel until ACOFAS, not anymore than she did, say....Amren or Helion. Those characters were important, just as all her other characters are and I do think she initially thought Mor would end up with Az but not in a, "they'll definitely get their own book" way.

And definitely not the same level of thought she put into Lucien's character.

It doesn't matter how little page time Lucien has had recently when you think about why that is.

Lucien is not part of the IC, he's never going to be a permanent part of the IC. So what exactly would people have him do on page when we're getting a Feyre / Rhys / Cassian / Nesta / Mor POV in ACOWAR, ACOFAS, and ACOSF and most of that occurs in the NC?

Even though he's not around much, SJM still decided to change who his father was after deciding he and Elain would be mates, she still decided to point out that just because he had to wear Illyrian leathers it did not mean he was going to be a part of the NC (and she also made sure to mention how Elain refused to wear those same leathers), she made sure to point out that Elain needs sunshine when Lucien's father is the High Lord of Day (the sun personified which SJM included in ACOWAR, the same book she mentioned Elain needing sunshine), she made sure to mention how he's still tied to Spring in a major way when the NC really needs an alliance with Spring and the court back to it's full strength, she made sure to mention how friendly he's become with Vassa and Jurian (a big deal when you consider how she's building a major conflict between the Fae and Human Queens), she made sure to tell us how he's developing the markers of a High Lord (commanding Cassian with a single word), she made sure to remind us that he still expresses longing for Elain, that even though he was in a war he still never wants to be involved in one again which Elain liked hearing considering she smiled at him, reminded us that he's never gotten revenge on anyone who probably deserved it as well as informing us that cruelty bothers Elain, made sure we knew that Feyre is now rooting for Elucien, Rhys is rooting for Elucien, Cassian feels sorrow for Lucien, Nesta is now warming up to Lucien and Elain and Lucien are still experiencing tension (mentioning how Lucien is not "always in the city to see my mate" which is exactly like Cassian mentioning "not everything is about your sister" in reference to Nesta) which is the hallmark for her endgame couples eventually getting together.

This has all been building for a long time and I do think they should have their story told before Az. Az isn't just a mess, he's a mess that really has no business falling in love with anyone else right now.

And I do understand what you're saying in your last paragraph.

I'd much rather read about the underdog story that would be Elucien than read about two characters who are brave and worthy, which can't be denied, yet for some reason they still don't see it. Literally no one but Gwyn and Az would call them anything but brave so a Gwynriel book would end up being a book where the entire point is for them to finally realize what others have seen all along. That seems less exciting to me. It's sort of like Thor in Endgame, he was more annoying to me then because he couldn't handle that he wasn't able to defeat Thanos. But none of them were able to. So the huge guilt trip he placed on himself wasn't as enjoyable of a storyline to me as the characters who (while still feeling some guilt) were able to keep moving forward. Because it seemed a completely unnecessary guilt trip.

But an Elucien book would be two characters proving to everyone how capable they are even though the others never thought it possible and I find that sort of thing to be extremely inspirational. Rocky, Seabiscuit, Secretariat, Cool Runnings (😂), the hobbits from The Lord of the Rings, and so on.

#anti e/riel #pro elucien #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #elucien supremacy

[nachtwaechterin]

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. [Harley Keener] (im not sure if thats how its meant to work but tell me your favourite harley hc!)

well thats how its meant to work now bestie im sorry i dont make the rules

hmmmm harley keener hcs...... idk i dont have my version of harley fleshed out as well as i'd like so initially i decided to make up a new one but you know what you're gonna get my fave too jkldjkldskjl

my fave:

harley being enby. they wanna embrace the genderpunk and "my gender/pronouns are whatever's funniest" and try around with gender expressions that aren't just feminine or feminine-leaning androgyny but she gets too much dysphoria from being perceived as a guy. but maybe one day once it's more secure in its gender identity!!! fae's gender presentation will always lean fem cottagecore vibes tho.

also i just love the whole "i love men the way a man would but im more of a woman but actually im neither" thing she has going on

now a new one as a treat <3

harley is short-sighted. that has been mentioned in Coffee and Chamomile, tho i do wanna use it more in other fics, too.

harley used to wear glasses but it used to lose them or break them a lot—forgot them in locker rooms, when it slept over at its aunt's (josie ofc hehe), and there were probably a few bullying incidents where her glasses broke too. their sight never was so bad that they needed glasses to manage, it just helped them see stuff in the distance a little better. but by the time harley goes to mit, fae gets frequent headaches from squinting so much so fae gets glasses and tries out contact lenses. i can imagine that they fuck around with colored contact lenses too.

just imagien harley deciding to prank someone she just met and slowly shifting her eye color from blue-green to gray to hazel to gold brown to almost black to see how long it takes the others to notice

but peter notices, he always notices. he's the first one to cal her out on this actually, and its certainly not because he spends way more time staring gayly and longingly into harley's eyes than he'd care to admit, no siree

#nachtwächterin talks #ask game