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snarkandsarcasmftw · 4 years

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Hey I remember the last time you talked about doing fake dating,slow burn, and enemies to lovers you do other people besides wrestlers and I thought it might be fun to try with twilight characters. So fake dating, slow burn and enemies to lovers with Jasper, Paul Lahote and Emmett

First of all, god bless you for this. I’ve been uhm… wanting to write Twilight things for a long time now ( I used to write Twilight fanfic a LOOOOOT way back when and recently rewatched the movies) and yes… Just yes. Thank you.

I’m gonna apologize in advance if these seem rusty or inaccurate. But.. I’m going to try my best.

Tagging: @hardcorewwetrash ( I’m calling you out, L! ) and off the top of my head this is the only person I can tag to read this, so.. yeah. I do write for Twilight so if you wanna read / be tagged in twilight fics [ add yourself to my tag list ]

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FAKE DATING;

LAHOTE.

“Does this guy ever just… ya know, lay off? I swear, I’ve told him no at least four times this week and yet, here he comes.. Walking our way.” Scarlett gave a lazy eye roll and reclined back on her elbows, recrossing her legs as she let her eyes wander to the bonfire just a few feet down First Beach.

It wasn’t a surprise that naturally, her gaze landed on Paul Lahote… Again. She’d bumped into him earlier in the afternoon and after a mutually long and awkward staring session, Jessica had finally managed to drag her away towards the boardwalk.

“You’re staring again, Scar.” Jessica pointed it out as she laughed softly.

“I’m not staring. He’s just pretty to look at.” Scarlett insisted, biting her lip and taking a deep breath before dropping her gaze.

“And apparently he thinks the same thing about you.” Jessica muttered, making Scarlett look up from her phone just in time to lock eyes with Paul again. When Mike Nelson cleared his throat from above her, she inwardly groaned and glanced away from Paul, who was starting to walk towards them, and as she cleared her throat, she glanced up at Mike, waving, giving her best neutral expression.

“Lemme guess… Bella’s off with her new toy?” Scarlett said it as mildly as possible, but honestly, she’d figured out this guy’s game about her second week of living in Forks and now she was just… Beyond done.

He was only into her because she was like a shiny new toy. When the new wore off, or if a certain girl named Bella happened to glance his way just once.. He’d be done.

“Nah, I just wanted to walk over and say hey. Something wrong with that, Scarlett?” Mike flopped down onto the sand next to her and Scarlett moved just a little closer to Jessica, the two girls sharing a look. Jessica’s gaze fixed on someone standing just behind Mike and naturally, Scarlett followed it, swallowing hard when her eyes got lost instantly in the depths of Paul’s dark brown eyes.

Paul cleared his throat, nodding to Scarlett and giving Mike a firm warning glare. His fists clenched at his sides and he shuffled his feet. This keeping calm shit was infinitely harder than the guys had been coaching him since earlier, when he’d managed to imprint on Scarlett.

“What’s up, man?” Mike flashed a grin and Paul shook his head, his jaw clenched. That wolf within was bursting at the seams to come bursting out because he’d scented her and he knew exactly how uninvited Mike Nelson was by his imprint right now. Even if he weren’t a shifter, he’d have known it. Was hard to miss the way she was practically trying to sit on Jessica’s lap just to escape the guy and his boundary issues. It set Paul on edge.

“I’d thank you for keepin my girl company, but honestly, I’m still tryin to figure out why the heck you’re still sitting here when it’s obvious you’re the last guy she wants to see.” Paul’s voice was deep, almost a low rumble and as the words left his mouth, he glanced at Scarlett just in time to see her bite her lip and twist a dark strand of hair around her fingertip as she eyed him.

“Easy, man. Scarlett’s my friend.” Mike turned to look at Scarlett who shrugged and muttered, “I barely know you, Mike.” mostly to herself. But Paul heard it and it only spurred him onward.

“You heard her, Nelson. Might wanna get lost now, maybe?” Paul eyed Mike expectantly, a smirk playing at his lips as he did so.

“Yeah. I’m gonna go hang with the guys. If you wanna talk later, Scar… You know where to find me, yeah?”

“She won’t need to find you.” Paul said it abruptly, again with that same deadly calm smirk. His fists clenched just a little tighter, he could literally feel his skin tightening and he knew if Mike didn’t get bent, he was going to transform… And then, he thought to himself in a last ditch effort to calm down, then you’re gonna prove Uley right and you’re gonna be in a position where you can’t see Scarlett till you learn how to control yourself.

That smirk… It sent Scarlett’s pulse racing. And it made her pause, made her wonder if the ‘stories’ she’d been hearing about certain members of the Quileute tribe were true. She took a breath and felt her body immediately begin to unclench itself with Mike’s hasty retreat. Glancing at him for a second, she tore her gaze away and patted the spot Mike had been sitting in. “How about you sit down, darlin’? Before Nelson decides to try his luck a fifth time today and I have to show my bad side?”

Paul chuckled at that, flopping to the sand beside her, the scent of her filling his nose and making him breathe it in deep. He scooted a little closer when he saw her shiver a little and nodded to the wet clothing she wore, chuckling. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it was too cold to start swimming right now?”

“Oh, we tried. But Scarlett, she’s a little hellion, so naturally, that went in one ear and out the other… Know what? I’m just gonna… Go over and talk to the guys. Let me know when you’re ready, Scar?” Jessica looked from Paul to Scarlett and winked at Scarlett, making her hasty retreat.

“Your girl, huh? Ya know… Usually I’d expect to be taken on an actual date first. Lucky I like you, Paul.”

Paul leaned in slightly, flashing that cocky smirk as he reached out to tuck hair behind her ear and with a wink, he replied. “Oh, you like me, huh?”

“Maaaybe a little?” Scarlett teased, giving him a soft and playful laugh.

SLOW BURN;

CULLEN.

Rosalie leaving took a serious toll on Emmett. He went from giant goofball teddy bear to quiet and thoughtful. Almost solemn. His family were starting to think that he wasn’t ever going to be the same, but then something happened.

A miracle.

Almost a year to the day after Rosalie left the coven, a new family moved into a newly constructed cabin next door to the Cullen house. And almost the instant that the 5′2 brunette got out of a Jeep Renegade and went racing for the house, Alice got hammered with a strong vision.

All Emmett could do was stare.

“Emmett are you alright?” - Esme was concerned. Her gaze followed his and settled on the brunette currently playing tug of war with what appeared to be two younger brothers over a box. She smiled to herself and cleared her throat. “What with your strength, Emmett.. Maybe you should go over and help them move in?”

Emmett’s hand raised, dragging slowly through close cropped platinum blond and he shrugged, kicking at rocks in the driveway.

Eventually he caved in and made his way over. Didn’t return til well after midnight and when he did, he was smiling a little, even humming to himself. For the first time in a year or so, the rest of the coven were treated to Emmett’s records playing full blast.

—- Le Time Skippe ( a year later )

“I don’t get you.”

Emmett looked up and over at her. “What’s up, darlin?”

Dinah sighed and took a deep breath, rolling onto her stomach, raising her legs so that they were bent at the knee and crossed behind her. She found herself staring right back at Emmett, the warnings and the whispers and the rumors she’d spent 3 years listening to repeating in her head. Not caring, because for her, he was it.

… he’s still in love with Rosalie…

… i have to say something, I can’t just… keep hiding this…

The thoughts were conflicting and for the moment, Dinah shook her head, plastering on a grin and leaning against him as she nuzzled her face against a bare muscular forearm.

“You’re startin to burn.” Emmett noticed the reddening of her skin and reached out for the sunscreen. Dinah rose to a sitting position, sitting between his legs. She bit her lip as creamy liquid made contact with her hot skin. His hands moved over her shoulders and then down her back and she sighed, eyes fluttering open and shut.

Before she could stop herself she’d blurted it out. “I don’t get you because I’ve been trying to show you I’m in love with you for almost the whole time we’ve known each other… and you kinda.. Get distant… Almost like you’re scared or something, I don’t know.”

…. jesus, Dinah…

… welp, the cats out of the bag… and he’s not responding… Dinah went to stand but Emmett’s hands gripped her hips, tugging her back down to the sandy blanket they sat on. “I am scared. Because there’s something I’m not telling you..”

“You’re a vampire?”

Emmett coughed and Dinah turned to glance at him, biting her lip as she shrugged. “I was joking.”

“But you were right. I am a vampire and you… You’re not.”

“If you don’t feel the same, Emmett.”

Dinah went to stand and Emmett stopped her. Glancing around, he scooped her up and raced towards the treeline with her on his back. Once they were out of sight, Emmett bared his fangs. Dinah swallowed hard, standing there with a pounding heart. She blinked as the confusion cleared and she took a deep breath, reaching up to touch his jawline. “You.. You’re…”

“Mhm. I do feel the same way, Dinah. But it’s complicated..” Emmett trailed off, gaze settling on his bare feet. Dinah reached up, guiding his gaze down to her own. “It’s not that complicated. Can’t we just enjoy each other and worry about the technicality of it all when we have to? I mean… we’re 18.. Well, I’m 18..” Dinah trailed off, feeling pathetic for her pleading with him. But she just didn’t want to lose him in her life. They had this connection that she wasn’t eager to lose. Emmett took a deep breath and thought it over. Rosalie’s last words to him were ringing in his ears and repeating over and over and he tilted Dinah’s chin so that she was looking at him. He smiled and nodded, pulling her close. “I’d like that a lot, Dinah.”

ENEMIES TO LOVERS;

HALE.

“You’re such a jerk.”

Jasper eyed the blonde, a brow raised. All he could do was shrug because she wasn’t wrong. He was a jerk and he had a damned good reason to be. Couldn’t she sense the threat he posed on her life? But he couldn’t stay away either, there was so much push and shove between them, one of them always having some kind of dry humored sarcastic remark to attempt one upping the other. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, it was like Alice all over again before she left.

“Unbelievable. You’re not even going to bother trying to prove to me there’s a decent guy in there. Fine, you ass. Sit here alone and scowling. I just... I tried.” Jenny sighed and shook her head, turning on her bare feet to make a hasty retreat. Jasper watched her walking away and then.. it happened.

Alice.

In his mind, he could hear her, clear as day. “That girl is trying to reach out. She’s your future. She’s the reason I had to go, Jasper. But you won’t stop being stubborn.”

Jasper watched the blonde from his spot at the treeline. He’d been about to turn and make his way back to the Cullen’s house but Emmett nudged him, nodding towards the blonde. “You could at least go over and apologize, man. You’re always so rough on her and she’s trying. She’s stronger than you give her credit for. Don’t give me that excuse about not being able to control yourself. You can. You just want any excuse to keep you from letting her get close to you.”

“Doesn’t that jerk Benjamin get sick of being shot down?” Jasper mused to himself. He could see her tensing up, he knew she was uncomfortable. He focused and closed his eyes and tried to send her a wave of calm. Then he made his way over, clearing his throat obnoxiously from behind her.

“You might want to leave now. She’s said she don’t want anythin’ to do with you. Several times, actually.”

Jenny felt herself relaxing and she knew that he was doing it again, keeping her calm. She bit her lip and whirled around with such force that it sent drink sloshing over the rim of her pink Solo cup and onto the white tee shirt he wore. “I thought you were leaving. All you’ve done all night is say rude things.”

“And I apologize, darlin.” Jasper took a deep breath, raising his hand, dragging it through shaggy dark hair, fixing bright eyes on her. “Can we take a walk?”

Jenny eyed him with a brow raised. She’d have burst into laughter, she’d have come up with some kind of smart ass comment to say, but she actually saw the look in his eyes. And more to the point, she felt all that pain and frustration he kept trying to shove down and it washed over her, making her feel as if she’d drown in it herself. She took a sip of the mixed drink in her hands and eyed the treeline, the dark forest that lie beyond. “This party sucks anyway. Sure. But if you say one mean thing to me, Jasper Hale, I’m leaving you in the forest for the bears to eat.”

Jasper offered his arm and Jenny slipped her arm through it, staring up at him, confused. “I thought you hated me. Why are you being so nice now?”

“Because I don’t hate you.I was trying to keep you at a distance, hon. Real stupid idea, I guess.”

“Wait, what?”

Jasper took a deep breath, a chuckle shattering the silence between the two of them. They’d just stepped into the forest path and he stopped their walk, pressing her back against the tree, gripping her jaw with his hand, leaning down and crashing his lips against her own. Jenny started off trying to shove him away, but she whimpered and she cracked, gripping his shirt, pulling his mouth into the kiss even deeper. Her teeth scraped his lip, his fangs scraped hers carefully and they bumped noses, breaking the kiss to laugh quietly. “Truce?” he asked.

“Truce.” Jenny giggled quietly, pulling him back down into another kiss....

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darkcolinodonorgasm · 4 years

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23, 34, 68, 75 for the hella cute asks :)

Thank you very much!

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Hmm, nap, write, mostly nap though ahahah

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

Oh god, there were two I recall. I had a tiny lion cub I still have, and of course I named him Simba. The other one was Meeko from Pocahontas and it’s somewhere in my childhood house, I guess. It had a mechanism that, if you pressed its stomach, it made it laugh, I think it made the same sound it did in the movie.

68: what’s winter like where you live?

It’s cold and it settles into your bones because of humidity. It rains a lot, doesn’t snow much - it’s been years since I’ve seen snow =(

75: tell us about your pets!

Okay, this is a ride, because I’m talking about the past:

- first, we have three fishes, one right after the other, I don’t recall their names, two were red fishes and one was white/silver

- then we have several couples of budgerigars - I remember calling them all Romeo and Juliet. Guess I knew even as a child that they’d both die around the same time. Ops.

- there’s the first cat, an orange cat I thought was a female and called Stella - don’t ask me why - and was devastated when I found out it was actually a male, but then I grew to love him and called him Romeo because of The Aristocats, since in Italy they changed Thomas O’Malley’s name into Romeo. He escaped once and then was found, but then he escaped again and we could never find him.

- after I moved to where I live now, we got a cat, my tiny ball of dark grey fur, and he had so many names, Eddie (because I was at the beginning of my Twilight phase and I never recovered lol) was the official name, then we changed it to Bilbo and Gandalf (because of his grey fur). He was amazing, but a car ran him over and we had to put him to sleep ♥

- my first dog was Achille, my amazing, sweeter-than-honey Bernese Mountain dog ♥ He was the best dog ever - biased much? - but yes, to me, he was. He left us all of a sudden, but at least he didn’t suffer. He gave me seven years of joy, and I’d never trade them with anything.

- now, we have Leonida. He’s, of course, another Berner. He’s a spitfire, a hellion, he’s huge, and not because he’s overweight, he’s just big, even if he’s only 10 months old. He’s a snuggler, a bit of an annoyance sometimes, but he’s mine, and I love him so much.

Send me some hella cute asks, please and thank you

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hallowedhuntress · 5 years

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Breaking Dawn Rant

I feel like I’ve talked about this a lot. But I’m bringing it up again. And that’s because Breaking Dawn was the main reason I took a break from the twilight fandom from 2009-2014. Like, sure, societal scorn contributed to it a lot, too. But I wouldn’t have minded so much, and might have stuck to my guns, even in the face of major backlash, if Breaking Dawn hadn’t been such a huge disappointment.

Anyway, I feel like I should start by saying that my biggest pet peeve in fiction in general is inconsistency. And that my main beef with Breaking Dawn is that it goes back on so many things that were established in the earlier books. Especially things that I liked.

To keep this short (eh... shorter... I still put #2 and #3 under the cut for your consideration) I’ll only list three inconsistencies that bothered me. Though feel free to comment, or reblog with any more you can think of.

Inconsistency Number #1: Jacob Black & Imprinting

1) I know a lot of fans have talked about Jacob’s character derailment in late New Moon and Eclipse especially. And I agree wholeheartedly that he was shafted pretty early on. But the point where it broke for me was in Breaking Dawn.

In Eclipse, Jacob says, basically: “I hate imprinting, it takes away your free will!”

And, at first, I thought that was a lovely deconstruction of the usual ‘love at first sight’ trope. I was like: “Wow, that’s an interesting thought. How romantic is it, really, when you have no choice?” And I thought there was some real potential for some interesting plotlines there about free will vs destiny.

Like I was hoping after reading Eclipse that Quil would decide “You know what, this imprinting thing doesn’t have to control my choices. I’m going to choose to defy it, since my imprintee is a literal child whom I have no attraction to, and love someone else.”

That would have been better. Perhaps even a powerful message!

But no, suddenly in Breaking Dawn SMeyer is like, “Never mind what Jacob said earlier! He just imprinted on a baby, it’s totally romantic! and he doesn’t mind at all!”

Like, hello? Who is this creepy, brainwashed person and what happened to the free-spirited, funny Jacob we all used to love?

Is he buried in a shallow grave in the forest somewhere?

Inconsistency #2: Bella suddenly wanting to be a mother & the whole mess that is Renesmee

2) Bella says again and again that she doesn’t want kids. She cites their destructiveness and messiness as one of her reasons. “They’re always dripping with some form of goo” is literally one of her lines! And then Renesmee, Literal Child From Hell, is an absolute disaster. And Bella is suddenly fine with it.

And I think we all know why.

For those of you who weren’t raised mormon, basically if you want to be anything other than a mother you’re not a valid female. So ofc Bella has to have a baby and love it.

But while Bella was suddenly and inexplicably fine with this development, never once expressing any reasonable or rational fear or nervousness with being a parent (even a parent to a hellion), I, on the other hand, was not fine with it. The aptly named Loch Ness Monster destroys an antique silverware set that Esme adored. She also is implied to have mangled Bella’s diamond necklace. And more importantly than all that pointless, but ultimately not immoral destruction, she freaking bites Jacob just, whenever to drink his blood, because she’s a greedy little bastard who

But “lol it’s okay, she conveniently isn’t venomous!”

What the hell?

And... I’m supposed to like this child?

Like, enough to want to endanger all the Cullens, whom I adore, to protect her?

Nah, yeet that child into the flames.

I mean... all that said, perhaps Renesmee could be made into something better or at least something more interesting (I certainly want to make an attempt in one of my fanfictions, just to say I tried). But she is so creepy and callous and her whole personality is basically “Wow guys, I’m literally only two feet tall, but I inhaled the entire dictionary so now I’m super smart!” And SMeyer just expects us to treat her like she’s innocent and adorable and not terrifying.

Which... is not working.

I am unnerved. And her rapid aging only makes it worse. Like, god, I’d be more inclined to protect her if she actually acted like an infant rather than a creepily precocious adult?

Or at least if she was treated in universe as creepy. I should totally just write some Dark Renesmee fics, because... uh... that would have been way more interesting.

Inconsistency Number #3: The Volturi

3) The Volturi are consistently portrayed as followers of their own rules, and at worst a necessary evil, and at best the only reason the whole world isn’t currently on fire, (basically, Lawful Neutral). This is the status quo and is reinforced again and again until some blink and you miss it hints are dropped at the end of eclipse (I certainly missed them in my first read through). And none of it is solidified until Breaking Dawn chapter 30 and the Second Life of Bree Tanner.

So basically, at first, SMeyer was like, “Lol, I know I said these guys might seem bad but we’re actually lucky to have them.”

Which is a fascinating concept! Some unpleasant things might be necessary to ensure a peaceful world? If the Volturi weren’t around, someone worse would take control and humans would all be slaves to the Romanians and Egyptians in seriously dystopian conditions?

Like... that’s what made me fall in love with them in the first place. That fascinating world of gray. Dark gray, mind you. But still gray.

But then, SMeyer had to ruin it in Breaking Dawn (and subsequent books) by saying: “SIKE they’re actually Neutral Evil hypocrites for cheap, boring drama.”

And all this, to build-up to a battle that didn’t even happen.

*sigh*

I know a lot of people don’t like them for various reasons. Or might think their secret corruption is more interesting than them following their own rules. But I personally think reducing them from the complicated, violent and cruel but objectively necessary position they occupied down to “lol they’re the bad guys who only want world domination like every other boring fantasy villain you’ve ever met” is just... an injustice.

And, well, I’ve been a Volturi stan since like 2006. So you can pry Lawful Neutral Volturi out of my cold dead hands.

#breaking dawn is a mess #dammit smeyer #volturi #Lawful Neutral Volturi #imprinting played straight was a mistake #bella never wanted to be a mom #bella swan #jacob black #mina talks #renesmee cullen #nessie #why you gotta drag my boys like that?#Consistency? SMeyer doesn't know her

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mwritesink · 6 years

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The never ending shelf of WiPs

(Working titles are italicized. this is my attempt at organizing myself. Includes both Original and Fan Works. Post under a cut as this got long real quick...)

Original Works

“Rebel Songs”: November 1920. Dublin, Ireland. A chance meeting brings WW1 veterans Shannon Maxwell and Lawrence Barton together and into a whirlwind romance. Their first problem? Shannon is an IRA soldier and Lawrence works with the RIC Special Reserve. (currently writing random scenes, outlining, and researching)

“iceskating”: Modern day. Somewhere. Danny Reid is hired by Esmé Caldwell - renowned former Olympic Ice Skater and current coach - to help get her protege back into competitive shape. Jason O’Rinn - scarred, intense, and guarded - is just the sort of man Danny should stay away from, but he can’t turn away from fixing broken things, especially when Jason reaches back to heal Danny’s own scars. (I’ve maybe an eighth done of a first draft. fully outlined. need to do research)

“Red Headed Bastards”: [fictional year. fictional city name]. Lauren Lowfey, marked from birth as an outsider by her red hair, is just trying to make a life. One day she gets a package to deliver at the Aesir Castle that sends her life into far more adventure than she ever asked for or wanted. Outside the city, though, forces are moving to make the first moves of Ragnarok. (need to write scenes, need to outline, need to research)

“Chicago History Poetry Zine Series”: Poetry to inform about significant, and some not so significant, details about Chicago history. (have a set written about Camp Douglas, though several are in edit mode. Need to figure out the best way to arrange and publish. constantly in research)

“My Squire, My Knight”: visual novel idea. Arthurian based. the MC is related to a king allied to King Arthur - leaning towards being the youngest son of King Pellinore - and is assigned to be a squire to one of Arthur’s knights: Sir Kai, Sir Dinadan, Sir Palomides, Sir Galehaut, or Sir Mordred. The course of the final days of Camelot are changed depending on the path and choices of the MC. (have the ideas, outlining, researching)

“Mad Ladies Ghost Stories”: Visual novel idea. MC is a Paranormal Investigator trying to find and free the ghosts of a haunted mental hospital without joining their number herself. Each ghost is of a woman falsely deemed insane and fell victim to the cures of her time. (have ideas, need to outline, need to do more research than one book)

“Crow Merwin”: Fantasy inspired by the French Revolution, but with more figures who are not white, presumed straight men. (idea there. I had notes from a year ago, but lost them. need to recreate notes)

Fan Works

K. J. Charles series

“The Magpie Lord - Script Adaptation”: for Charm of Magpies series. Writing exercise. Is what it says on the tin, just me practicing script writing by adapting The Magpie Lord by K. J. Charles. (in progress)

“Damned Spot”: for Green Men Series/Secret Casebook of Simon Feximel. Simon and Robert resolve the story of a haunted theatre. At one point Robert gets stage blood thrown on him. I get to indulge in how much I love MacBeth. (in planning)

“Elaphromancer”: for Charm of Magpies series. A Jono/Doug AU, where Jonothon “Chamber” Starsmore and Doug “Cypher” Ramsey are remade for existing in the world of Charm of Magpies. Jono is a magician who works as a fire breather and sword swallower for the Hellfire Freak Show and Circus. His life gets infinitely more complicated than it already is when he encounters a runaway autonomous Automaton who insists on having Jono help protect a political fugitive. Then the Justiciary gets involved. (in planning, opening scenes written)

Jordan L. Hawk series

“Griffin’s Queer Chicago”: for Whyborne and Griffin Series. Collection of one-shots and other shorts speculating on Griffin’s time in Chicago. So far planning to include the following: bed-sharing w/ Elliot [finished!], almost getting caught having sex under a bridge, having outdoor sex in one of the parks, the Columbian Exhibition World’s Fair, hotel sex w/ Glenn, and the Chicago Athletic Club. (In planning, first short finished!!, may be a while until the next one, in research)

“Seduced by the Shark-Man”: for Whyborne and Griffin Series. Fishborne AU. Instead of an Umbre, Griffin and Glenn find a shark-man who says his name is “Fire In His Blood”. He got very lost, ended up in fresh water, and would like to go home. But not without first finding out everything he can about land-dwellers. (the idea is there)

“Jono, Doug, and the no good, very bad haunted adventure”: For Spirits Series. A Jono/Doug AU where Jonothon “Chamber” Starsmore and Doug “Cypher” Ramsey are remade for existing in the world of the Spirits books. Doug and Jono are both Mediums. Jono’s talents reside in Pyromancy, and Doug has a willing “Spirit Guide” named Warlock. Doug enlists the help of Henry, Vincent, and Lizzie to free Jono from a haunted asylum after one of Jono’s seances goes horrifically wrong and he is confined as mentally insane. (in planning, have beginning scenes written)

“SPECTR: Hunter of Demons - Script Adaptation”: Writing Exercise. Practicing writing comic book scripts by adapting the first book of the SPECTR Series.

Marvel Comics/Movies

“Hellions AU”: Jono/Doug AU. Jonothon is invited to join the Hellions by Emma Frost when he is 14. He and the Hellions get entangled with Doug Ramsey and the New Mutants, which leads to a radically different Jono, and a different Doug. (in outlining, some scenes written)

“Jono Frost AU”: Jono/Doug AU. Jonothon was adopted at a young age by the Frost Family, and followed Emma to the Hellfire Club. Along the way, Jono gets involved with Shinobi Shaw and other 90′s X-Men villains. (in planning)

“X-Force AU”: Jono AU. the NHS catches Jono’s mutation when he is 16 and sends him to Muir Island to be taken care of by Dr McTaggart. While there he becomes friends with Terry and Maddrox and follows Terry to X-Force. Various relationship entanglements ensue as well as morality questions regarding what X-Force does. (Idea is there)

“Excalibur AU”: Jono/Douglock AU. After exploding, Jono is sent to Muir Island, instead of getting an invite to join Generation X. While there, Douglock befriends him, and (along with Rahne) they begin a romantic relationship that goes rocky when Warlock comes back on the scene. (in planning)

“Savior”: personal/fan essay. tying “Savior” by Rise Against to the wreckage of Jono/Paige. (idea is there)

“Guthrie Family Dinners”: personal/fan essay. the implications of the New Mutants and Generation X staying together/breaking up and the number of times each team gets invited to Guthrie family dinners. Sam regularly takes the New Mutants to Guthrie Family dinners, and they mostly stay together. Paige only ever brings Jono over (once, and not to dinner), and Generation X is never really brought back together. (idea is there)

“Holistic Villains AU”: Jono/Doug AU. Jono is nabbed by Clan Akkaba right after his mutation explodes his body and he’s given the Apocalypse look. Taking on the codename Leviticus, he sets out to assemble his own horsemen and become a new Apocalypse for a new age. His Death is the newly revived Doug Ramsey. (in planning).

“Really a Villain AU”: Jono/Doug AU. Jono was brainwashed by Clan Akkaba from a young age, and has been their agent. After M-Day, he turns himself over to Utopia. Doug becomes interested in him and in his apparent reformation. theme song: Sedated by Hozier. (in planning)

“In the Flesh AUs versions 1 and 2″: Jono/Doug AUS. setting Jono and Doug within the world of “In the Flesh” tv series. Version 1 has both Jono and Doug as PDS and wrangling their lives post treatment. Version 2 has Jono and Leeland (oc child character belonging to @stem-cell who lets me and @nobiliorpomis use) are PDS, and Leeland gets his living father together with his PDS friend. (in planning)

“that one Burnside AU”: Captain America AU. Set in the MCU somewhere. Steve gets kidnapped by William Burnside, a historian of WW2 and the super soldier project who looks uncannily alike to Steve. back and forth pov of Steve’s captivity by Burnside and the other Avengers trying to find and rescue Steve. (the idea has been there for a long while)

Fire Emblem

“Ride Across the River”: Palette Swap AU where Arvis and Sigurd switch roles and families and what happens with the fallout from that. (first few chapters on AO3, in progress)

Dragon Age

“The Salt in the Ashes”: Inquisition AU with Samson as the Inquisitor. somehow I get him and Dorian together. (in hiatus/in progress)

Mo Dao Zu Shi

“Untitled”: mash up with Exalted. Detailing the rise and fall of First Age Twilight caste Solar Wei Wuxian, Zenith Solar Lan Wanji, and the Death Lord “The Yiling Patriarch”. (idea there)

“Untitled”: a Mo Xanyu lives fic, where he and WWX share his body, and freely go back and forth between who’s in control of the body.

Castlevania (Netflix)

“Untitled”: Get Alucard out of the house a bit and rescueing Hector from Carmilla’s clutches. Romance ensues. (idea is there, plus a paragraph or two)

#whyborne and griffin #spirits series #charm of magpies #green men series #jordan l hawk #kj charles #M's fics #M's fanfic #M's original fic #organization gone wrong #marvel #marvel comics #marvel mcu #Jonothon Starsmore #Doug ramsey #fire emblem #dragon age #organization gone really really wrong #I have too many things to work on

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Dreams and Visions (49/51): Letters

Time Period: Victorian

Chapter Summary: A simple request turns into a twilight year's friendship. pt. 3 of the Mystrade trilogy. Warning for character death. This is for @willow0angel again, who asked long ago for some Victorian Mystrade. I finally figured out a way to do it. This one is very bittersweet, so read it with some tea.

Read it on AO3

Then

Mycroft was surprised to receive a telegram from Scotland Yard that day. Sherlock had taken his husband off to the Downs nearly three months since, and although he’d made an agreement to consult with the Yard, he’d never gotten a telegram. Sherlock’s adopted son tended to come by himself, and they would sit in the Stranger’s Room, talking through the problem.

But this telegram wasn’t from Stanley Hopkins. It was from Detective Inspector Lestrade, asking if he could stop by the Diogenes Club that evening.

Mycroft pondered the request even after he sent an affirmative reply. He’d never been close to any of the police at the Yard; that was Sherlock’s realm. He knew Lestrade better than most (loveless marriage ended by his wife’s death, only child far away, near retirement, endlessly patient—how else could he work with Sherlock?), and had spent a few pleasant evenings with the man planning his brother’s wedding. But they weren’t friends.

So why tonight?

The question disturbed him more than he cared to admit, and he was positively curt with the Inspector when he came in, eyes nervous.

“Apologies, Mr. Holmes, for disturbing you.”

Mycroft waved a hand, trying his best to shake the strange feeling. “Not all, Inspector. May I offer you some tea?”

“Thank you, but I will not be staying long.” The man looked exhausted. “I have decided to retire from the Yard.”

Mycroft blinked. “Well, that will be pleasant. You’re headed to Scotland, then? Just outside of Glasgow?”

Lestrade’s eyes widened for a moment before he laughed. “You would think that I’d be used to such magic by now from a Holmes. Yes, I’m going to join my Maggie. She’s had another baby, and her husband is ill. I may be able to help with the children.”

“This is her fourth?”

“Her fifth. She’s getting on, but she’s always loved children. As does her husband.”

“Well, I wish you the best of retirement,” Mycroft said. There was a pause. “Do you need something from me?”

“Well…” Lestrade hesitated. “With your brother retired, and Hopkins so busy taking over the Yard and with his two hellions—”

Mycroft stifled a smile. Kitty’s children had inherited their mother’s spirit and their father’s earnest, innocent eyes. It was a powerful combination.

“I have no one here,” Lestrade said, “and I will miss the London news.”

Mycroft was surprised. “Would you like me to write to you?” That seemed to be what the other man was leading towards, but it…couldn’t be.

Lestrade flushed. “I know it is a great deal to ask, but—”

“Not at all,” Mycroft interrupted, as gently as he could. “I write very few letters; I would be happy to expand my correspondence. What do you wish for me to write about?”

“I am not sure,” Lestrade muttered. “Whatever you think most interesting, I suppose.”

“Will you write back?” Mycroft asked. “That will be helpful, to ensure that I am writing the proper sort of letter.”

“If you wish me to.”

“I do.” Mycroft stood and extended his hand to Lestrade. Lestrade took it and gave a firm shake. “Farewell, Lestrade. You will miss your train if you stay any longer.”

Lestrade yelped and left quickly. He would make the train, his bags safely stowed, and go to Scotland He’d be with his daughter her family by the next day.

That next day was a difficult one for Mycroft. The strains of running the British Government were more noticeable when you were nearing seventy two, and Mycroft found himself wondering, for the first time, whether it might be time to retire.

Once he was finally ensconced in the Diogenes that night, he found himself reaching for pen and paper. It was ridiculous; the letter would get there not two days after Lestrade reached Scotland, but Mycroft wanted to get the first letter over with. It would be the hardest to write.

Dear Inspector Lestrade,

I trust that you have arrived safely. Today has been dreary; there is still talk of war, but no one seems to want to do anything about it. It may be an old man’s musings, but I fear that this new generation takes peace for granted, and has no care for the future of diplomacy.

What are the names of your grandchildren again? It has slipped my mind; another sign of old age, I fear.

It was sunny today. The birds are starting to come back.

Yours Sincerely,

Mycroft Holmes

Four days later, Mycroft came home to a letter.

Dear Mycroft Holmes,

Please do call me Gregory; after all, I am no longer an Inspector, and Mr. Lestrade is too formal for two men who have planned a wedding together.

My train ride was uneventful and I was met by my daughter and her eldest, Peter. Her husband is on the mend, but they are still happy to have me. I am grateful for this; I wondered whether Maggie invited me out of necessity only. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go afterwards, but it seems that I will make my home with them.

Maggie’s children are Peter, Josephine, Matthew (named for his father), Ellen and the baby’s name is Gregory. I am ridiculously pleased by this. Maggie assured me earlier she would have named her eldest for me, but she feared her mother’s disapproval. I never knew the reason, and I am simply glad that none of her children bear their grandmother’s name. Dolores is an ugly name; but then, I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.

Do not fear too greatly for the future; if all else, we may not live to see it. All we can do is try to prepare the young ones for the work to come, and hope for peace. I know you have done more work than you have received credit for, and I am sure it will make a difference. I hope I have made a similar amount of progress in fixing the streets of London.

It rained yesterday, but this morning was bright, and I took Ellie and the baby for a walk along the water. Ellie is delighted by her new brother, and insisted on holding him when we sat and watched the ships go by.

Yours Sincerely,

Gregory Lestrade

Dear Gregory,

I will do as you say. I still have hope that peace will be achieved, but if war is inevitable, I believe we will meet it with courage.

Your grandchildren sound delightful. I am sure they are a credit to their mother and to you. I am also glad that your worries have been assuaged.

There was a parade today with bright flags and singing. It was distracting, but it helped with the gloom of yet another cloudy day.

Yours Sincerely,

Mycroft

The letters continued for several months, sometimes accompanied by watercolours of the Scottish countryside or small toys, each chosen carefully for a particular child.

Dear Mycroft,

I know that winter in Scotland is dreary, but you ought to come up for Christmas; I know Sherlock and Dr. Watson are in Madeira, lucky bastards. We would all love to have you. It has been too long since we have talked face to face.

Best Wishes,

Gregory

Lestrade waited for a reply nearly two weeks. At first he was merely concerned, but it had turned to outright panic by the time a parcel appeared, addressed in shaky writing.

Dear Gregory,

Apologies for not accepting your invitation, but I became ill the week before Christmas. Have nearly recovered, will write longer letter soon. I hope you all enjoy your gifts.

Mycroft.

It took a few telegrams and one long phone call (“hang the expense”) to determine that Mycroft was indeed recovering from a terrible bout of pneumonia. Mycroft’s health improved as the summer approached.

Dear Gregory,

My trunk is packed and my ticket purchased. I have no doubt this letter will arrive after me, but I want to pre-emptively thank you for a lovely time.

Mycroft

They did have a lovely time that summer. Mycroft met all five of the MacDonald brood, and they were delighted to meet the ‘London man’ who sent them such thoughtful presents. Maggie and Matthew were charmed by Mycroft, and they endeavoured to make sure their guest was happy. They didn’t need to put in much effort.

Mycroft and Gregory spent many hours sitting together, often in silence, sometimes discussing the latest strange occurrence in London or Matt’s last prank. There was something comfortable about the silence; two men near the end of their days, finding solace in a new friendship.

Sadly, the end of days was closer than they thought.

Dear Gregory,

I believe this will come as no surprise to you, but I find myself in love with you. We are two old men, and it seems cruel that it comes so late, but I wanted to tell you. You deserve that honesty.

I am yours,

Mycroft

Mycroft was ready to walk to the post office—it was his weekly exercise, even in this icy winter—when his phone rang. When he heard Maggie’s weeping voice, he knew.

He went up for the funeral, speaking quietly to everyone. Sherlock and his husband had come up as well, faces lined with grief, but Mycroft couldn’t bear to look at them. Later perhaps, in the spring, once he could face the depth of his loss…but for now looking at his brother’s happiness, his brother’s love standing with him, was too hard.

Thankfully, Sherlock understood. He’d guessed, somewhere along the way, and he left Mycroft alone beside the coffin just long enough for Mycroft to slip the unsent letter in beside Lestrade’s remains. What a terrible word, that. Remains.

What really remained from Lestrade was his daughter, his five sobbing grandchildren, and a stack of letters bound with a blue ribbon and kept in a safe. Those were his friend’s, his love’s remains. He would hold them sacred.

Mycroft lived another year, his time divided between Scotland and Sussex. Fittingly, however, when he died it was at the Diogenes Club, stopping over in the Stranger’s Room for one last memory.

He wasn’t buried with Lestrade—he had to be buried in the cemetery near John Watson’s wife, to keep his brother and his husband together in death—but his brothers, one by blood, one by heart, buried a pen in Scotland; the only pen Mycroft Holmes had ever used to write his love letters.

Now

Mycroft observed Lestrade as they stood together. He had no idea of how long it had been since he’d died. All he knew that today was the first time he’d seen Gregory.

“That was a surprise,” Lestrade said, his voice thick.

Mycroft nodded, throat tight as he remembered the ease with which their counterparts held hands. “I did not expect to see that.”

“I never thought I would have the courage,” Lestrade said.

“I beg your pardon?”

Lestrade drew an envelope from his pocket. Mycroft’s breath caught; he recognized it. He’d buried it.

“I found this when I first arrived,” Lestrade admitted. “And I wanted to look for you; I wasn’t sure if you were dead yet but even when I knew you were I…I couldn’t find the courage.”

Surprised, Mycroft raised his eyebrows. “Courage?”

“I wanted to write it to you so many times,” Lestrade said. “And I just…I couldn’t do it. I thought it would be pointless, and I was never sure that you—”

“That I cared?” Mycroft asked.

“I—yes. I hoped you did, but…I was an old fool, Mycroft.”

Mycroft held out his hand. This time, when Gregory took it, he raised it to his lips. “I do care, Gregory Lestrade,” he said solemnly. “I care more than I know how to express.”

Lestrade’s smile was worth all the bitter pain of that last year.

“Shall we rejoin them?” Mycroft asked.

Lestrade squeezed his hand. “I want to sit with you for a while,” he replied. “Sit and tell you all the things I could never write. Does that sound alright, love?”

Mycroft smiled. “That sounds wonderful.”

#sherlock fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfiction #johnlock #sherlock AU #crossover with original canon #acme146 fanfiction #dreams and visions #mystrade #sleeping on it 'verse

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Umm...you still take fan fic requests, right? If so, may I request one? SorMik, namely Mikleo and Sorey getting into a tickle fight, with Sorey being on the losing end of it, and the two of them just being cute and sweet in general. Thanks in advance!

sorry this is a little late, anon! i don’t ever mind doing requests.

Sorey had had his fair share of perfect evenings growing upin Elysia, and this one was set to join the ranks. The night air drifted lazilythrough the curtains, just cool enough to need a blanket or two – or someone tocuddle up with. Preferably, someone dressed in a cozy oversized tunic; the sleevesrolled up to his elbows while he worked on their latest nature scrapbook. Preferably,someone with eyes like the twilight sky and moon-white skin and hair soft andpale as mist.

Mikleo re-crossed his ankles, and resumed idly kicking hisfeet as he worked. Preferably, someone with ten perfect little toes that werejust begging to be tickled.

All of Mikleo begged to be tickled at any given time, really– and it was not within human capability to resist such temptation. Sorey didn’tknow if that corset he’d started wearing recently was an attempt to armor historso against the assault of the tickle hellion, or if it was just toaccentuate his already-gorgeous figure and drive the tickle hellion into aneven greater tickle frenzy. Whatever the underlying thought process, here,tonight, Mikleo was lying unguarded in the heart of the tickle hellion’s lair –and Sorey did not know how much longer he could hold in that most base of hisinstincts.

The clouds moved in the night sky, and the moon shone down.Mikleo shifted, and Sorey could see right down the oversized collar of histunic; collarbones and the fine lines of his chest. He could no longer controlit. The beast cometh.

Sorey would have to work on his sneak attacks – he wasgetting too predictable. Mikleo rolled out of the way before Sorey could flopdown on him, and hurled a pillow in his face to hamper his pursuit as Mikleotumbled off the bed. Sorey flailed out a hand blindly, and managed to get agrip on Mikleo’s tunic before he could retreat too far. Mikleo squawked asSorey dragged him back into bed and attempted to pin him underneath him. Soreyonly managed a few brief jabs at Mikleo’s sides before he eeled away – Sorey mighthave the advantage of size and strength, but trying to pin down Mikleo was liketrying to hold a fish.

Before Sorey could properly react, there came a flurry of strikesat his sides and armpits. In a matter of moments, he found himself on his back,begging for a truce as Mikleo rained down holy justice upon the base ticklehellion. The sides of Mikleo’s mouth curved into a wicked little smile, and hespread out his fingers underneath Sorey’s shirt. He smoothed them up his sides,and stopped when they rested on his chest.

Sorey wheezed, trying to catch his breath. His red cheekswere a lost cause.

“And so, the tickle hellion was thoroughly defeated – theseraph’s strikes had gone straight to his heart,” Sorey finally managed to getout. “How’s that; should I write a book?”

Mikleo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Don’t quit your dayjob.”

#sormik #sorey/mikleo #soymilk #soremiku #tales of zestiria #a tenderly crafted fanfiction #i guess this is my personal tales of zestiria tag now #Anonymous

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1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

Well, there are a couple of cutesy romance stories I’ve got all kinds of ideas for but haven’t actually gotten around to/been able to write...One day, though.

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

Every time I remember my twilight fanfic is still out there, getting views and comments, my soul begins to shrivel and wither like bad fruit

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

I try to write in order of the scenes I come up with, but whenever I get too writer’s blocked I jump ahead to a scene I’m really looking forward to writing instead

4) favorite character you’ve written

i still love sapphireo so much.... but also janet.... but also...... like everyone. theyre all so good and terrible

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

Ng’rahn was a character that came about purely through me trying to draw something spooky in science class and now they’re a fully fledged hellion which was not my initial intention!

#meme #wipes a tear #im so proud of all of my terrible children #socialjusticewarwick

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A Seething Undercurrent of Rage with Renee Ahdieh

First Draft Episode #213: Renee Ahdieh

Renee Ahdieh, New York Times bestselling author of The Wrath and the Dawn, The Rose and the Dagger, the Flame in the Mist duology, talks about her latest series, which kicks off with The Beautiful, out October 8.

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Renee says The Flame in the Mist contains nods to Disney’s Mulan and the classic marital arts film 47 Ronin

When it comes to pitching books by Sabaa Tahir (listen to her First Draft interview here), Traci Chee, or Sarah Nicole Lemon (listen to her First Draft interview here), Renee has you covered. Not so much, she says, when it comes to pitching her own books.

Though Renee loves physically strong female heroes like Katniss, from Susanne Collins’ The Hunger Games, she says the hero of the Flame in the Mist series has “strength of the heart.”

The Beautiful series is an homage to Anne Rice’s seminal Interview with the Vampire series (omigod don’t miss the movie version, optimistically titled Interview With the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles, starring Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt). She read The Queen of the Damned first. Renee loves Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, too.

Each book in The Beautiful’s four-part series will have a different main character, but they will all take place in the same world. Renee borrowed this narrative structure from the world of regency romance novels; in particular, Renee cites Sabrina Jeffries’ Hellions of Halstead Hall series as an inspiration. I came across this in getting recommendations from Bea and Leah Koch, who run The Ripped Bodice bookstore in Culver City, Calif. (listen to their First Draft interview here)!

Renee loves mysteries, like the TV series Columbo and Agatha Christie’s Poirot

In addition to Anne Rice’s many vampires novels and Twilight, Renee was also inspired by Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse books (which were adapted into the True Blood HBO show) (and I recommended fellow YA author Morgan Matson watch the series - hear me and Morgan chat in her First Draft interviews here and here!).

Renee says almost every book series she loves is a version of Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare or The Count of Monte Christo by Alexandre Duma, and she’s also obsessed with Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

Renee and I gush over Mirage by Somaiya Daud, but I have a bone to pick with her vis a vis robots

Google is funding efforts to delay or end death! Science is trying to restore activity to a deceased brain! Dogs and cats are being cloned (Barbara Streisand did it)! Life is wild!

Laini Taylor, New York Times bestselling author of the Strange the Dreamer series and the Daughter of Smoke and Bone trilogy, gave incredible worldbuilding advice on her episode of First Draft!

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1000 Albums, 2018: #50-41

50. The Struts - Young & Dangerous

(glam rock) Raucous, entertaining music, done with the abandon of punk, but all the tight theatricality of glam. It’s a great combo. Best track on here is the wailing In Love With A Camera, with its insanely high vaulted falsetto chorus. Cracking stuff.

49. Paul McCartney - Egypt Station

(rock and/or roll) Seriously, Paul McCartney should be spending his days eating caviar in his caviar pool and getting long languid massages in his massage pool. There’s no need for him to still be writing music of this calibre. But I guess its proof that he truly is one of the greatest songwriters of all time when he still cranks out tracks like I Don’t Know and Come On To Me in his twilight years. This was a delightful surprise.

48. Gaelynn Lea - Learning How To Stay

(indie folk) Gaelynn Lea is a fascinating artist, and I find her quite captivating. Here, she’s still banking off her Tiny Desk Concert winning track Someday We’ll Linger In The Sun, but the version here, as with much of the album is considerably more rocky, and introduces a bit of drive to her ethereal vocals and violin. Best track here is not the reworked Someday, but the specifically folk-rock Dark To Light and Dark Again.

47. Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness - Upside Down Flowers

(indie pop) This guy has had a tough run in the Music Project, and in previous years has come across some of the very top albums of the year in the week he released an album. But this year, he managed to shine through, and his captivating indie pop took out a gong. Best track from here is Ohio; one which really stood out from the album for me, and which is firmly in that mould of “Jez is going to like that”.

46. Hellions - Rue

(hardcore punk) The current world of post hardcore punk seems to be really blossoming. I’m honestly not a huge fan of the roots of the genre, but people now (in particular, it seems, the Australian scene) seem to be taking the rhythmic complexity (and overall complexity) to a new level. Best track here is X (Mwah).

45. Lydmor - I Told You I'd Tell Them Our Story

(post-feminist youth-solo-electronica-singer-songwriter-chill-out beat-music) Sam categorised this as some insane genre when it came out—one which was more perplexing rather than elucidating, despite it having about ten descriptors on it. But listening to it, you feel like it both needs and has earned each of those descriptors. This is music that’s hard to classify, skirting, at times, industrial techno, ambient, spoken-word and post rock. It’s very cool though. My favourite track is Claudia, especially the breakdown section at the end.

44. Ben Caplan - Old Stock

(Yiddish folk) This is the recording of Caplan’s show Old Stock, a tale of Jewish refugees which I’m fortunately going to see at Sydney Festival in January. If the album’s anything to go by, it should be a treat. It’s wickedly funny, but poignant, and rewards a listening even without the overarching story, as it mixed klezmer with indie folk and a sharp wit. My favourite track is Truth Doesn’t Live In A Book, which catalogues “always have a little bit of salt with your tequila”, and other tidbits that didn’t make it into the official version of the bible.

43. Saintseneca - Pillar of Na

(indie folk rock) An album that really grew on me, this has some wonderful parts to it, and the variety across the album to reward relistening. Each time I hear it, I think I like something else, although my top song is still the plaintive rock of Ladder To The Sun, and probably will be every time I listen to it in the near future.

42. Vance Joy - Nation of Two

(indie pop) Yeah, I’m a sucker for this kind of music. This is the kind of inoffensive pop rock that just hooks me, for some reason. I love a horn section anyway, and when it’s integrated so well I’m sold. And it’s integrated well here, along with the capable songwriting and enjoyable vocals of Vance himself. I can’t go past I’m Coming Home for top track.

41. Wild Moccasins - Look Together

(indie pop) You might think that inoffensive pop rock is my kryptonite, but you’d be wrong. You have to look at classy synthpop like this instead, and still you’d be wrong, because my kryptonite is pop country. But this is good music still, with a big sound, and a kind of frenetic energy that almost drives it off the rails. It’s not the clinical synthpop where you can feel each dot on the sequencer, this is synthpop’s equivalent of some brash glam-punk. And I like that. My pick of the tracks goes to Boyish Wave.

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Harmonic Humor

Pairing: Emmett Cullen x reader (platonic), Esme Cullen x reader (platonic)

Pronouns used: none (completely gender neutral), no description of the reader except that they’re a vampire

Warnings: none, just a crackfic about doing dumb shit with our favorite himbo : )

“EMMETT, WHAT THE FUCK?” Your screams between barking laughter and breathless gasps pierced the silence of the house, making Esme nearly jump out of her skin. Don’t get her wrong, hearing you laugh made her feel happy because she wasn’t sure how well you were acclimating to their lifestyle, but she could never recall such a time where she’s been startled so hard. She wasted no time in racing up the stairs to where the laughter was streaming from and pressed her ear against the door (not that she would need to, with her hearing and the sheer volume of the ruckus).

What she heard confused her to no end.

The sound of a… something distorted Emmett’s tone as he wheezed with you. If she listened carefully, she managed to pick out what he was saying. It was mostly him singing along to some electronic pop music- some Korean band he was into at the moment, BTW? No, that wasn’t it, but it was close. At the moment the band’s name wasn’t her main concern.

“You can do it too~!” He sang out, hitting every note possible with his vocal range in fast runs. His harmonic wheezes created chords that mingled together perfectly and it was only then that she found out what object was making that strange voice: a harmonica. But how could he talk through it? Unless…?

The door was slammed open and the sight of you dangling a plastic harmonica over your gaping jaws like some sort of reptile while Emmett rolled on the floor laughing hysterically made exasperation and slight anger well up in her.

Your heads snapped towards Esme as you both tried to act normal; you quickly hid the harmonica behind your back while Emmett scrambled up to his feet and stood next to you. Your nervous smiles and wide eyes reminded her of the children she used to teach getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to.

“Hey, Esme,” you began awkwardly.

“Hello, (Y/n),” she drawed out. Her gaze moved to pin Emmett. “What’s going on here?”

“We were just messing around with harmonicas-”

“(Y/n), sweetheart, I was talking to Emmett. Where’s the harmonica?”

Emmett glanced at you and Esme could tell that it was taking every force in the universe to stop you from laughing again. She softened, but only fractionally before she put on a reprimanding exterior once more.

The second Emmett opened his mouth and, with the most shameful tone a man with a harmonica in his throat could muster, sighed out a defeated “it’s in me.”

You snorted, but were quick to stifle your amusement when you felt Esme’s icy gaze on you. For such a loving, motherly person, she can put the fear of god in you when she wants to.

Esme sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, ““Emmett, please go and get the harmonica out of you so we can have a proper discussion.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Emmett walked out of the room with his head hung low. The next couple of hours were spent sitting next to Emmett on the couch while Esme lectured you both on how swallowing foreign objects could be dangerous for your health. You and Emmett couldn’t look at each other in fear that you would start laughing all over again. In the end, your harmonicas were confiscated and you both were banned from hunting for a week.

You followed Emmett back up to his room and closed the door softly behind you. You looked at him and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I can swallow a whole bunch of rocks or something next time and become a maraca. Maybe we can get someone else to swallow a dog toy squeaker for the high notes.”

“You’re a genius,” Emmett breathed out. “We’ll be internet famous in no time.”

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