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hivearchives · 5 years

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"What if you're one of us, instead?"

A fic I wrote for this ship bc dammit no one else has written content for it so guess I'm just gonna start this train rolling (maybe)

Rating is mature I'd guess uwu

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"So, let's put it to a vote." Jughead spoke, his eyes sweeping over the room, at the certain Serpents and the wary looking Ghoulies - or Gargoyles now, he supposed.

"If it's not unanimous...there's the damn door." FP spoke, his eyes singling out Kurtz, who leered back at him.

For whatever reason, Kurtz seemed to intrigue him. Maybe it was how mysterious or closed off he was. How he was so willing to give up the immunity promised by the Sheriff - which most gang members would be insane to refuse, especially after what he'd done - just because he wanted to stick to his own rules.

"All in favour?"

Jughead watched, to no surprise, as all the Serpents raised their hands to agree to the vote. With a cough and a glare from Sweet Pea, the Gargoyles tentatively raised their hands. All bar from Kurtz, which once again, didn't really surprise him.

His eyes followed the male as he stood up, making his way out of the classroom without a second glance back. He was glad to see him go, he caused too many issues. But at the same time, he wished he'd stay, wanting to learn more about the mysterious former leader of the Gargoyles.

"Sweet. Do we get to carry guns?"

He turned his head to look at Sweet Pea, frowning.

"Absolutely not."

"No."

Jughead rested his forehead on his palm as he sat in the office for the Blue and Gold. He'd planned on writing after school, but after the events of today, and the chaos, he found it hard to think, or type up anything that made any sense. All thoughts of his article he had been planning had been thrown out of his head.

He sighed, staring at his blank screen, before a hand came down, shutting it abruptly.

Jughead sighed, before looking up, surprised to see Kurtz standing there.

"What do you want Kur-"

"You really think.. you can take my gang from me, and then kick me out of it?"

"You agreed to join us. And it was <i>your</i> decision to leave anyways." Jughead replied, having now stood up, to face Kurtz properly.

"Your father was clearly trying to pressure me out," He spoke, staring at Jughead. "And I don't see why I should have to take orders from you."

"Because you're a Serpent, whether you like it or not. And I'm the Serpent King." Jughead stated firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kurtz let out a cynical chuckle, stepping forwards. "Are you sure about that? The Gargoyles outnumber you. So.. what if you're one of us, instead?"

Jughead narrowed his eyes as he stepped back a little, "In case it's slipped your mind, the Gargoyles were invited to join the Serpents. Which you agreed to." He took a couple steps forwards, walking up to Kurtz, and staring him down. "None of my Serpents will ever become Gargoyles, I know that for sure. They will not be corrupted."

"Cute, that you think your little gang are above us. Anyone can be corrupted," Kurtz drawled, his eyes flicking up to Jughead. "Besides, didn't you and your little group of Northside friends play G&G for a bit?"

Jughead huffed softly, feeling his face flush slightly from the cute comment - the action gaining a smirk from Kurtz, which didn't unnoticed, just ignored - "We were trying to get information. On why our parents played the game and the random murders that were happening."

"Sacrifices, would be the correct term."

"I frankly don't give a fuck about your stupid game terminology."

The two boys stared each other down for a bit, not saying a word, as if they were studying one another.

"Why are you so bothered about this anyway, you made a choice to leave. My gang no longer concerns you." Jughead stated firmly after a while.

Kurtz raised an eyebrow at him, "Whether or not you have the Gargoyles in your gang, they're loyal, loyal to G&G, doesn't matter about your immunity or not." He spoke. "And it concerns me when they're my former members." He spoke, stepping towards Jughead.

"Who knows," Kurtz said in a hushed voice close to his ear, "Maybe I'm just waiting for the opportunity to snatch my members back. Maybe I'll take a couple of your serpents with me too."

Jughead felt a shiver run down his spine as Kurtz spoke directly beside his ear, the feeling quickly washing away at the comment he made afterwards.

"My Serpents will never join your Gargoyles, or your stupid game cult." He growled out.

A lopsided grin found it's way to Kurtz face, as he idly moved his hand to mess with the strands of hair at the base of Jughead's neck, successfully making the Serpent falter in his retorts, simply staring at Kurtz, with a mix of anger, confusion, and something he couldn't quite read.

"Maybe I won't even have to convince them. I'm sure they'll follow their King anywhere. Perhaps I should be focusing on you," He spoke quietly, his voice full of thought.

Before Jughead could snap back at him, Kurtz had moved his hand to the back of his neck, using the position to drag him forward, connecting their lips in a heated kiss.

Jughead froze momentarily, his movements faltering as he just barely began kissing him back, before shoving him away, glaring at him.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it - he actually did, though he'd stubbornly refuse that he did - he didn't want to let his guard down.

"If that's your way of "convincing" me, then you're doing a pretty shit job at it." He spat out.

Kurtz leaned against the wall, a grin on his face. "Seemed like you were enjoying it to me, in my opinion."

"I've said it before and I'll say it again," Jughead started, "I don't give a fuck about your opinion." He spoke, trying to derive the conversation from the previous point.

"You're deflecting," Kurtz said with a smirk, "You never said you didn't enjoy it," He spoke, stepping back into Jughead's space, his face close to the Serpent's.

Jughead's mouth opened as if to protest, and face flushing a little, "I never said I did though." He huffed back, eliciting a laugh from Kurtz.

"Then why is your face so red?" Kurtz asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Maybe because you just kissed me with no warning!" Jughead spluttered out.

"Oh so it'd have been okay if I'd have given you a warning?" He asked.

"No- that's not- God! You are such a nightmare!" Jughead said through gritted teeth.

Kurtz took another step back towards him, winding an arm round his waist as he smirked at him. "Doesn't look like this is bothering you too much."

Jughead glared at him, "You're so annoying," He muttered, not denying his claims.

Kurtz simply grinned again, leaning forward to kiss Jughead again, the Serpent not putting up a fight and kissing back, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Kurtz pulled him a little closer, his other hand resting on Jughead's hip, as Jughead used one of the hands in his hair to tug at it, the Gargoyle letting out a soft groan at that.

He bit down softly on Jughead's bottom lip, the male gasping softly, giving Kurtz the chance to push his tongue into Jughead's mouth, licking at his tongue.

Jughead let out a quiet moan, face heating up a little more, as Kurtz pulled back, taking in Jughead's appearance and smirking.

His beanie was askew, and his face was flushed a brilliant red, he looked extremely flustered.

Kurtz smirk widened a little, and he leaned forward to press a kiss against his neck, revelling in the soft gasp it drew from the Serpent.

He moved his way down to Jughead's collarbone, biting at it, and trailing his tongue over the spot, before lightly sucking at it, humming softly.

Jughead felt his face heat up even more, his breath coming out in soft gasps, as he bit his lip.

Kurtz pulled back, his hand trailing it's way up to Jughead's neck, rubbing his thumb over the spot, and the mark he'd left behind.

His eyes met Jughead's again, and he smirked, "I'll see you later Jones," He said quietly, before grabbing his bag and walking away from him, leaving the room.

Jughead stopped to grasp his breath again, leaning against the table. His eyes looked over at his reflection in the window, seeing the dark spot on his collarbone.

"Son of a bitch-!" He muttered, though he'd enjoyed the experience incredibly, before grabbing his own stuff, and heading home, wondering if he'd encounter Kurtz like this again, somewhat hoping for that.

#riverdale #kurtz #kurtz riverdale #jughead jones #jughead jones riverdale #jughead x kurtz #jughead jones x kurtz #riverdale fanfiction

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fanficmaverickpodcast · 3 years

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The latest episode of The FanFic Maverick podcast is out! The show is available through the link above and also on Apple Podcast, Google Podcast, Spotify, and iHeartRadio.

In this episode I talk with fanfiction writer Mlle Kurtz, known on AO3 as TheKnittingJedi, about their fics ‘An Absence of Stars,’ ‘Fundamental Forces Other Than Gravity,’ and the Good Omens and Critical Role fandoms.

Thank you, @mllekurtz!

Link to ‘An Absence of Stars’ is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20491979/chapters/48628070

Link to ‘Fundamental Forces Other Than Gravity’ is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28453104

#good omens #aziraphale/crowley #ineffable husbands #an absence of stars #critical role #shadowgast #fundamental forces other than gravity #mllekurtz #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #podcast #fanficmaverick

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theoriginalladya · 2 years

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Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know (a wee bit) better. Tagged by @urrone. Thank you, my friend! :)

Favourite Colour: blue

Currently Reading: The Adept: Dagger Magic (book 4 in a 5 book series) by Katherine Kurtz and Deborah Turner Harris. This series is a go to series for me when I need a good read.

Last Song: "Stand Strong, Stand Together" from the Mass Effect soundtrack on a new playlist I put together for a new writing project idea for 2022.

Last Series: God, I have no idea... Does Critical Role count? It's about the only series I watch on a regular basis anymore. I just don't watch TV except for a few sports and the occasional travel or cooking show.

Last movie: Same situation. I think Kiddo and I started watching the live action Rurouni Kenshin movie at Thanksgiving, but we haven't finished it yet. (another go to for the both of us.)

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Sweet or savory, depending on the food and my mood. I'd love to like spicy, but unfortunately, it doesn't like me. :(

Currently working on: Oh, goodness, this is an open ended question!

Writing wise: What am I NOT working on? Still working my way through my ME fanfictions. Hoping to make some more progress on my ME/WWII 'verse this week that I set up for MEBB last year.

Crafting wise: Working on my ME Holiday Harbinger gift. Also, I have a couple of shawls in the works. The crafting muses have been quite silent the last couple of years, so it's a bit of a shock (but nice!) to have them active again.

Tagging: I'll go with five rather than nine since I don't know who has been tagged yet or not. Absolutely no obligation! @happychica, @miniature-space-hamster, @hunnybadgerv, @scribblesdg, @mtreebeardiles and anyone else who might like to participate!

#getting to know you meme #things about ladya #memes

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southsidearchive · 4 years

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Falloween Masterlist

And that’s a wrap on the first ever Southside Archive Falloween! We have had an amazing two weeks of spooky, sweet, silly, and scary content, and we can’t wait to relive it all. Across our four themes and prompt game, we received a total of 71 created works from 27 creators, and a total of 22 fanfics were added to the A03 collection. We could not have imagined that our first event would be such a huge success, and we could not be more grateful.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to all the amazing content creators that work to keep our little Southside corner of the fandom active (especially when canon doesn’t give us much to work with). We appreciate your hard work and creativity so much! Be sure to show your appreciation for all these amazing people and their work--reblog, like, comment, and share!

Finally, be sure to check out our main Fanfiction Archive for over 1000 conveniently tagged Southside fanfics, and stay tuned for our next event announcement coming soon! We can’t wait to see what you’ll create next!

scary movie edit | sweet pea & fangs | graphic | @in-unity-there-is-strength

carving pumpkins l falice l fanfic l @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

not another teen horror movie | sweet pea x oc | fanfic | @rivendell101

scream | fangs x reader | fanfic | @southsidewrites

nice fake blood l sweet pea x oc l drabble l @worriestothewind

graveyard ghouls | sweet pea & fangs | drabble | @southsidewrites

big bad wolf | malachai x oc | drabble | @southsidewrites

hey pumpkin | sweet pea x betty x jughead | drabble | @lilibug--xx

like an angel | fp jones x oc | drabble | @s-s-southsideserpentine

falice halloween | falice | graphic | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

a touch of heaven | sweet pea x oc | fanfic | @freakingbradleys

costume party l sweet pea & fangs l drabble l @ch4plinfan

night of terror | sweet pea x reader | fanfic | @southsideloser

please take me by the hand (it’s so cold out tonight) | falice | drabble | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

lost | sweet pea x reader | fanfic | @tallglassofsweetpea

alice smith witch costume | alice | graphic | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

friends don’t make friends go into haunted houses | sweet pea x reader | fanfic | @worriestothewind

young fp as ghostface | fp jones | graphic | @lonely-full-of-secrets

haunted hayride with fangs | fangs | graphic | @hugharekillianmelou

you must love halloween I sweet pea x oc I drabble I @rivendell101

costume party I falice I fanfic & graphic I @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

an unexpected turn I fangs x oc I fanfic I @cactiem

its not halloween until I serpents & oc I fanfic I @worriestothewind

these lines were here long before we came around | fredsythe | fanfic | @fredsythe

dancing with the devil I fangs x reader I drabble I @worriestothewind

underneath the costume | sweetbetts | drabble | @sweetpeasbabydoll

something else to ride | bughead | drabble | @southsidewrites

fangs’ fangs | fangs x reader | drabble | @southsidewrites

tights | sweet pea & fangs | drabble | @southsidewrites

i’m scared, can you hold my hand l falice l fanfic I @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

fangs fogarty edit | fangs | graphic | @hugharekillianmelou

in the shadows | sweet pea x oc, jughead x oc, kurtz x oc | graphic & fic preview | graphic | @theangriestpea

in the shadows--warlock sweet pea | sweet pea | graphic | @theangriestpea

in the shadows--werewolf jughead | jughead | graphic | @theangriestpea

to feel haunted | alice cooper & mary andrews | drabble | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

a spooky shortcut | fangs x reader | drabble | @southsidewrites

dead and buried | joaquin desantos | drabble | @freakingbradleys

not completely human | bughead | drabble | @lovedinapastlife

human no more l sweet pea x oc l fanfic l @worriestothewind

supernatural aesthetic | sweet pea x oc | graphic | @southsidewrites

kill of the night | sweet pea x oc | fanfic | @theangriestpea

fangs fogarty as lucifer morningstar | fangs | graphic | @serpentlullaby

vampire lopaz l toni x veronica l graphic l @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

black magic au | falice | graphic | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

I put a spell on you (and now you’re mine) | sweet pea x oc | fanfic | @rivendell101

ghost boi | jughead | graphic | @hugharekillianmelou

until I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest | sweet pea x oc | fanfic | @princesweetpea

strange and unusual | bughead | fanfic | @lovedinapastlife

days go by, give me a sign I joaquin x kevin I fanfic I @sweetfogarty

impish fey sweet pea | sweet pea | graphic | @rivendell101

half-demon sweet pea | sweet pea | graphic | @rivendell101

scarecrows won’t tell | sweet pea x reader | fanfic | @worriestothewind

apple of my eye | fangs x oc | fanfic | @whoviancumberbunny

apple orchard | sweet pea x oc | fanfic | @daydreamronnie

loser buys | sweet pea x reader | fanfic | @southsideloser

like apple crumble | falice | fanfic | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

pumpkin patch | sweet pea x oc | drabble | @freakingbradleys

jughead jones autumn aesthetic | jughead | graphic | @lanadeljones

carving pumpkins | sweet pea | graphic | @sweetpeasbabydoll

beautiful, bright autumn day | jughead | graphic | @princesweetpea

fall nights | fangs | graphic | @southsidewrites

who’s next l sweet pea x oc l fanfic l @cactiem

drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart | sweet pea x oc | fanfic | @rivendell101

hal’s murder l falice | graphic l @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

aren’t we a little old for spooky stories l falice & choni l fanfic l @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious

jug the ripper | jughead | graphic & drabble | @theheavycrown & @lovedinapastlife

camp carnage | sweet pea x oc | graphic & drabble | @freakingbradleys

salem witch trials aesthetic I toni topaz I graphic I @worriestothewind

sweet pea the impaler | swet pea | graphic & drabble | @theheavycrown & @lovedinapastlife

If any of your content appears to be missing or has a broken link, send us an ask off anon here, and we’ll get it fixed right away!

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 4 years

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Do you know the fanfiction that Kurtz little girl had spinal meningitis I think and was in a wheelchair and come to find out Blaine actually was the dad

In this fic, Kurt’s daughter has Spina Bifida (I’m not sure if that is the same as spinal meningitis). Blaine is the biological father. - HKVoyage

You're your dad's daughter by joycie89

Emma, Kurt's adopted daughter, is eight years old and a Spina Bifida patient with malfunctioning kidneys. What'll happen when she needs a transplant? Cue Blaine, Emma's biological father. Klaine AU, medical drama.

#klaine #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #sick!fic #daddy!Kurt #darrencrisslove

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lokipea · 5 years

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So I literally do not understand all the hate Kurtz stans seem to be getting. Why is it so hard to let people enjoy things and characters?

Kurtz is (maybe) cis and (yes) white, but does that mean he’s not diverse? Diversity can come from other aspects as well such as mental health. Kurtz obviously as some kind of psychopathy going on, delusions, and addiction issues.

Also fanfiction writers are allowed to explore unhealthy relationships. They can write whatever they want to. You don’t have to read it. Do you really need to shit on them for writing something like abusive/manipulative relationships? I mean as long as they’re not glorifying it, then what is the harm?

Like just let people enjoy things.

#riverdale #kurtz #thnx for coming to my ted talk

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ralbeleren · 5 years

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Fanfic Ask Game

Tagged by @swiftjolras

At what age did you start writing fanfiction?

i think it was somewhere in middle school, it was a crossover of ronin warriors/dbz/and sailor moon because they all played after school.

Who is your favorite author?

Uh, I guess Katherine Kurtz and David Eddings. I really like Mercedes Lackey as well. Also Terry Pratchett.

Favorite type of scene to write?

I think I love to write lovingly crafted descriptions of landscapes that show a real appreciation and affection for the beauty of the vista. (This is mostly when I write about Detroit, but still.)

What is your favorite fanfic?

this won’t hurt.

What tags do you avoid like the plague?

mpreg, a/b/o, anything with bathroom play.

What AU do you wish to write but feel like you won’t manage?

i’ve stop/started writing a baseball fantasy AU like ten times. So I probably won’t ever.

What has been your favorite story to write so far?

as life is sometimes. it was a bit of a different thing for me, the exact mood with characters i wasn’t as intimately familiar with, but it really hit the spot for me in the sort of uncomfortable sort of romance it wound up being.

Do you prefer to write one-shots or multi-chapters? Why?

one-shots because if i post it chapter by chapter i’ll abandon it.

What is your favorite kind of comment?

any positive comments, really.

Why did you start writing fanfiction? Why are you still writing it?

i just need a creative outlet. i’m not smart enough/good enough to write original fiction or to craft worlds, so i write with already established worlds and do okay. :)

tagging: anyone who wants to.

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theangriestpea · 4 years

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In the Shadows : Four

Summary: Jughead Jones, resident werewolf, just wants to protect his family and his pack from the incoming doom of The Red Circle. Sweet Pea and Lily join him to help keep the Southside safe from human tyranny. Meanwhile a demon princess named Myra and succubus named Lavender had a plan to bring on the apocalypse. <ao3> <masterlist> <playlist>

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Pairings: Jughead Jones x OC, Sweet Pea x OC, Kurtz x OC

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 5.3k+

A/N: Thank you so much for bearing with me. Between being sick and having emotional stress at work, I’ve been unable to write as much as I’d like. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things this week. This part is mostly necessary filler. Booooo. But hopefully the next one will be more interesting. Likes, comments, and reblogs are all highly appreciated. Ty <3 Graphics made by @southside-vixen and myself

Part Four: Alliance

Jughead approached the freshly bought double-wide trailer at the lot on the end of the street hesitantly. He had talked to Lily at great length the night before, and Sweet Pea as well. He had joined in later and although he was snide at first he quickly became serious when he realized that his home in the middle of the forest was also in danger. His home in which his little girl slept every night. He wouldn’t risk her life for anything, even his if it did leave his ego a little bruised.

They had a strong protection spell they could use, however because the area was so large, they would need at least one more practicing witch to have enough power to sustain it. While the yin and yang witches of the forest knew no other person to enlist in their efforts, Jughead had what might be perceived as a crazy idea.

Something his mother had told him resonated within his mind constantly since their meeting. Pregnant demons were not only dangerous but powerful. Powerful than a regular witch or normal bred demon. They had the power of two inside of them. This is why she told him to stay away from the trailer he was currently walking towards. To avoid it at all costs. And if he saw her head of purple hair to turn and walk in the opposite direction because she was nothing but trouble.

He walked up the stairs, breath caught in his throat as his nerves ran haywire in his chest. His knuckles rapped on the freshly painted door. A tense few minutes paused before it opened, a gold chain stopping the door from opening fully. A hazel eye peered out at him. When she saw who it was, the door shut.

Jughead sighed, thinking she was refusing to talk to him. In reality she was just undoing the lock chain so she could invite him in. She was alone in the house and had grown rather lonely. Plus this wolf was seen with the leader of the Red Circle just a few days ago. She was curious to say the least. He could try to hurt her but it would be very unwise. Lav did not think he looked that stupid.

“Are you the welcoming committee?” She said, a teasing smirk on her pale lips. Her eyes looked incredibly tired and he noticed she was still wearing her pajamas even though it was midday.

He shook his head in response before clearing his throat, “may I come in?” The young Jones looked around to make sure no one was watching him. The coast was clear. This did not go unnoticed by the succubus, but she let him in regardless.

Jughead stepped inside and she closed the door, locking the chain once more before showing him to the living room. She curled up on the recliner while he sat on the old burgundy sofa. “So, little Jones, care to explain yourself?”

He stared at her, surprised that she knew who he was. “That’s right. I know your name. I know your place. I did not come here ill informed.” Myra had told her everything there was to know about the Joneses and their pack. Not that any of it was good dirt or made for interesting gossip, it was just information to keep her protected.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated, his shock disappearing for the time being. “With a hybrid, right?”

Lavender shrugged, “I suppose that is what she is, yes.” Her eyes seemed to pierce through him. She was analyzing him as a potential threat. When she realized that he truly was not there to harm her, she relaxed in the armchair.

“Her father?” Jughead asked, watching as she picked up a cup of tea and drank from it. It smelled like ginger and a blend of citrus fruit. He had to know. It was important for him to know.

And, of course, Lav had no reason not to tell him. It wasn’t some well kept secret. “Her sperm donor ,” the demon corrected, “is out of the picture. But, he was a soulless warlock if you must know.” She chose to use a verb in past tense. Perhaps it was her way of protecting Sweet Pea. Not that she really understood why he needed protecting.

Jug smiled softly, apologetically, as if she cared that she was a single parent. She didn’t. “So you’re a magic user then….”

Lavender was beginning to grow aggravated. She did not understand what any business this was of him or why she trusted him enough to let him in to begin with. “I’m half witch, if you must know. So yes, I’m quite adept at the use of magic.”

He appeared to be relieved. “I know this is a lot to ask, and you don’t know me or anyone else here but….my pack and the rest of the Southside need your help.”

She stared at him, a curious expression crossing her face as she motioned for him to continue. She took another sip of her tea.

“The Red Circle is planning to burn down the forest. My pack and many other supernaturals in Riverdale use that forest as a safe haven during the full moon. Do you know about the Red Circle?” He asked and she simply nodded her head. Jug continued, “The coven that is helping us, they need one more witch to have enough power to use the protection spell. It would save dozens of lives, maybe even hundreds. I will do anything to repay you, even give you my soul if I have to. I just want my family to be safe.”

The succubus cocked her head to the side. No man had offered up his soul to her on a silver platter like that. It was rather amusing. “You knew there was a pregnant demon in your neighborhood and thought that enlisting her help would seal the deal. Weren’t you helping the leader plan the whole thing?”

Jughead took his beanie off long enough to run a hand through his thick dark hair. “I was undercover. They don’t know what I am.”

She pondered his proposal for a moment. Mulling over whether or not she wanted to help him. She had a very distinct feeling that the “coven” he had mentioned were the two witches in the woods. If she helped him then she would have to see him again. Though perhaps that wasn’t that terrible of a thing.

Lavender shrugged her thin shoulders, “I suppose I’ll help you, wolf. But I don’t need your soul. You’re not my type.” She snickered at her own joke. “But I must warn you. If anything happens to me… Well, I’m under the protection of some pretty powerful demons. I can’t ensure your safety if my well being is threatened.”

A smile broke across Jughead’s face and he almost jumped up with joy at her agreeing to help. He was sure she would say no. There was nothing in it for her. He was of no significance. Yet he hoped she would just listen and….she did. His blanketed opinion on demons was starting to change.

“Though perhaps there is something you could help me with in exchange for my help.” Lav said, her index finger lightly tapping the side of the teacup. There was a small, cruel smile on her lips that lit her eyes with mischief.

Jughead felt a sinking feeling in his stomach at the look she was giving him. “Anything.” He said, though his voice shook with a resonance that definitely said maybe not anything . He hoped in vain that she wouldn’t notice it.

“I need a large amount of souls in order to grow my child.” Lav began, finger still tapping rhythmically in beat with the canter of her voice. “While I can harvest a soul without killing, sometimes I simply cannot help myself. I shift and attack. I plan on staying in Riverdale for the next ten or so months. You can imagine what this means.”

He swallowed thickly as he nodded his head. Of course , a large selection of souls for her to feast on would be necessary.

“Relax, I don’t need much.” She said, giggling at his worried countenance. “I just need help with body disposal if the need arises. You already have one serial killer causing you problems, you really don’t need two.”

The wolf relaxed slightly, his pack wasn’t really stranger to hiding bodies. After all, things happen. Accidents happened all the time in the murder capitol of the world. Hell, his father had enough lye hidden away to dissolve half the town if he needed to. “I can do that.” He said finally, “Do you have a cell phone?”

Lav didn’t really have a need for a cell phone. She shrugged after a moment of thought, “I guess I can get one if that makes it easier. Money is easy enough to procure for a demon of my caliber.”

“I’m sure it is.” Jughead mumbled to himself. He could sense her strength but also her youth. Her cockiness could be her downfall if she overextended herself. Though certainly whoever was protecting her would stop anything from happening. He did wonder why she was under such protection. Why did other demons care if she birthed another hybrid? One that was only a quarter demon? True hybrids could be stronger than the average full blooded demon but it still rose a multitude of questions and doubt inside of him. Perhaps that was a line of questioning for another day.

The purple haired demon watched him with a curious gaze. She finally set her cup down and stood. “If that is all, your highness, then I must ask you to leave. I’m due for another meal soon and I must get ready. Though I could hunt in sweatpants, I much prefer not to.”

Jug nodded his head and stood, offering his hand for her to shake to seal their verbal agreement. Lavender took his, teasingly flushed him with lust before letting go. Her curiosity turned to perplexion when she realized he showed absolutely no interest in her. Her will was completely ineffective. This didn’t happen too often, though typically did when she went after a gay man or straight woman. She couldn’t influence people who were genuinely not attracted to her gender.

Lavender had not pegged him as homosexual, but she supposed anything was possible. That or he was on the ace spectrum. Asexuals also had a natural block against her. She couldn’t make them want anything that was against their nature. She had only met this kind of block once before in her twenty years of living as a soul sucker.

“I’ll call on you if I need you, Jughead,” She said, her tone even to hide her uncertainty. Jughead jotted his number down on a scrap of an old receipt in his pocket and handed it to her. Lav thanked him, a habit from her time as a mortal, before showing him to the door.

"Can I get your name?" He asked tentatively, "since you seem to know mine?"

Lav smiled once more, "they call me Lavender."

Jughead looked over her one last time, as if to ask himself if he was really going through aligning himself and his pack with a demon. Of course, he came to the conclusion that he simply had no other choice and left.

Lavender shook her head and stretched her arms out above her before disappearing into her bedroom to change.

Much later that night, when her stomach was full and her appetite gone, Lavender found herself at the wolf bar on the edge of the Southside. Many of the Jones’ pack lingered there and she thought best to get to know the ones she’d be protecting.

She looked extremely out of place as she had been hunting on the Northside. She chose to wear something a bit extravagant. The tight black dress was wearing what was currently her favorite little black get up. A little number by Versace with a deep sweetheart neckline. Shoes were black peep toe stilettos by Louis Vuitton. Although she expected that the mutts prowling the Southside would have no idea of the price point of her outfit. Which was just fine with her.

She also had one of the latest models of cellphones and had contacted Jughead with another request. She wanted a signifier that she was one of his pack now so that she would not get any trouble from them in the open. She explained that if they bothered her then they would be killed by the demoness that watched over her. Jughead replied that he would happily oblige and would meet with her the following day with a new leather jacket. He also told her that if she really wanted to seal the deal then she’d need a tattoo. Lav agreed that she would, but her own artist would do it.

Lav sipped on her Shirley Temple, watching the supernaturals of the Southside drink and smoke and play pool. Some were dancing, a few girls grinding on poles that were mounted on a stage. Interesting.

A woman that smelled heavily of dog and bourbon slipped into the space between Lav and the neighboring barstool. She cocked an eyebrow at her, interested simply due to how close she was. Most people had given her a wide girth of space, not wanting to come near a pregnant demon. It had been a bit annoying since she did come to socialize.

The wolf’s brown eyes were moving languidly up Lavender’s body. “I think you’re lost, princess.” She slurred, having recognized the designer labels with ease. It had been something that Lav was not expecting. Werewolves very rarely had good taste. “That outfit costs more than I make in a month in the ring.”

Dog fighting, or should she say wolf fighting, was very common in low income areas. It was akin to MMA only much more violent. Lav returned the stranger’s gaze and noticed how toned her arms and bare stomach were. She was obviously very fit and judging by the little blemishes to her skin, she was quite good in the ring.

This almost set Lav on high alert. She almost prayed to Myra to get her to come, however she quickly realized that this woman was not here to harm her. She was here because she was attracted to her. That much she found extremely amusing. Still, she was full. She had no need to feed right now. Perhaps she would take a raincheck.

“Can I buy you a drink, puppy?” Lav asked, her voice teasing rather than condescending. “Or maybe some water to sober you up.”

The wolf let out a barking laugh and hopped onto the barstool. She was taller than Lav by a good five inches naturally, though they were probably about equal with her heels on. “You sure can, your highness.”

Lav waved the bartender, a wolf by the name of Hog Eye, over and motioned for the woman to order. She ordered a bourbon and coke. He asked Lav if she wanted a refill and she nodded her head yes with a polite smile.

“Charlie,” She slurred, leaning against the bar heavily with a seductive smirk. “You, princess?”

The demon watched her, wondering what made her want to mess with a succubus while everyone else stood so far away from her. She was unafraid and unabashed. It was a little refreshing, to be honest.

“They call me Lavender.” She repeated the same words she had said to Jughead that morning. Her words were carefully chosen as Lav wanted to iterate that this was not a name she gave herself. It was one that was thrust upon her by her kin. Her human name had long since gone from this world, only to be uttered by Myra when she was in some kind of trouble.

Charlie seemed okay with her word choice, though Lav assumed that was more due to her drunkenness than conscientious thought. “So, you’re here covered in designer clothes for what exactly? That’s not going to attract anyone around here.”

“It attracted you.” Lav countered coyly, a sly smile on her lips that were painted red with lipstick.

A light pink blush spread across her cheeks, one that Charlie pretended was due to the consumption of alcohol and not actual embarrassment. Lavender bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

Charlie struggled to find a way to counter that. Normally she was quick with a comeback, but the dizziness of her mind made it difficult. “Not for the reason you think.” She said, a bold face lie that was caught onto quickly.

“Oh?” Lav asked, voice laced with a false air of innocence. “What reason would that be?”

Hog Eye placed two drinks in front of them. “You’re in a bar but you’re not drinking alcohol.” She pointed out, “Wearing expensive clothes. You look extremely suspicious. My curiosity is piqued.”

Lav hummed back a small affirmation, “and it has nothing to do with how hot I look tonight?” She asked, that signature devious glint in her blue-green eyes.

The blush darkened, but Charlie chose again not to address it or act at all like she’d be caught. “So, what are you doing here?” She asked, dodging the question.

“I was hoping to run into someone.” Lav answered honestly, stirring her drink with the clear straw that was stuck in it. She couldn’t stop thinking about the witch, no matter how hard she tried. It was starting to drive her a little mad, however she was not about to confess that to anyone.

Earlier when she was hunting, she had willed her hair to return to the way it was when she was born: dirty blonde and pin straight. She didn’t have her piercings or tattoos. However, when she crossed the railroad tracks both her wavy purple hair and body jewelry returned as they were her preferred appearance. She had managed to control herself but she knew this wouldn’t last. The blood bath would start in a few weeks. For now she left men living but without a soul just as she did with Sweet Pea. It didn’t bother her as long as she never saw them again.

Charlie looked around the bar as well, “I was too. He’s not here though.” She sighed softly, obviously just as disappointed as Lavender was though Lav chose not to show it.

They sat in silence for a bit, Charlie drinking more as Lav continued to stir her drink as her thoughts drifted to how she would have to work with Sweet Pea again to keep the Southside safe. It would be an interesting dynamic. He wouldn’t be able to tell she was pregnant yet. Would Jughead break the news to him? She assumed he wouldn’t if she asked him not to, however she really had no reason for him to keep it quiet. After all, anyone with a supernatural sense of smell knew and she certainly couldn’t silence all of them.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” Lav asked simply. “Instead of us both being alone.”

The wolf eyed her suspiciously, looking for some kind of deceit, “so you can kill me?”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Lav said back, a rare genuine smile on her face, “I just want company. I’m pregnant and alone.” And to tell the utmost truth she was scared. She was terrified of the future. How would the world change for all of them when her daughter was born? Would the world be set ablaze? Would all the creatures on Earth perish? The guilt was eating her alive.

“Are you going to feed off me?” Charlie asked, though she acted as if she wouldn’t truly care if Lav did happen to take her soul sometime in the night.

The succubus shook her head, “no. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have a little fun with you first…”

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Sweet Pea’s face was stern as he stared at the three card spread in front of him. It was the same as before. He shouldn’t be getting the same three cards over and over, and yet he did. His magic was stronger. He could feel it coursing thickly through his veins. But this. This was not something he wanted to see.

Three of Swords upright for the past. That was clear. The heartbreak and grief he had caused Lily during their brief time as lovers. His cheating on her shortly after she gave birth to Daisy. Him tearing them apart because he simply did not love her in the way she needed him to. A card marked by the emotional pain that they had both suffered.

The Devil upright for the present. Currently he could feel that he has become more and more a shadow of himself. The dark parts peeking out behind the mask he had worked so hard to fortify. His impossible sexual appetite and deviance made clear by sleeping with a succubus and losing his soul to her. He felt pulled to her still. Like he needed her body to be against him again. Her delicate throat in his hand, legs wrapped around him tightly. He was addicted after just one night.

Ten of Swords upright for the future. This was perhaps the most disturbing as this particular card was not a sign of anything good. At least not while it was upright. He would be betrayed and hurt. The ending to whatever this was would be painful and likely tragic. He was bound to lose something more dear to him than his soul and he prayed to his matrons and patrons that it wasn’t Daisy. Begged them to please not take his little girl from him as she was his entire world. The thought brought stubborn angry tears to his eyes.

Lily entered the room after sensing his distress. She quietly padded up to him before kneeling down beside him. Sweet Pea quickly pretended to be rubbing sleep from his eyes when he was actually trying to dispel his tears. It did not fool the mother of his child however. She glanced at the cards and her chest tightened with pain.

“She took your soul, didn’t she?” She asked quietly. The question was more rhetorical because she could feel that his spirit had faded. He’d been more irritable lately, his anger much more explosive than usual. It frightened her to a degree in that she was worried he’d take it out on Daisy somehow. She’d hex him herself if he did that.

Sweet Pea sighed heavily, his broad shoulders slumping forward. “Yes.” He replied in a low voice. “She was sent by Asmodeus to collect it as payment.”

Lily’s eyes hardened, “I told you.” She hissed. “I told you to stop taking from demons. I warned you this would happen. She-” Lily stopped, not wanting to continue because she wasn’t quite that spiteful towards him anymore. She wanted to say that the demon had used him just as he had used her. Now he knew how it felt to be the victim.

He cut his eyes at her, narrow and angry. “I was careful! I gave sacrifices! Offerings!”

“Clearly it wasn’t enough.” Lily replied sourly. “Because now you’re never going to be whole again. She could have killed you and left Daisy without a father. Maybe that would have been better.” She said harshly. Sweet Pea visibly flinched at her words.

Her own angry tears sprang to her eyes, “Now look what you’ve done.” She motioned towards his future care. “I know you’re not good with your minor arcana. Do you know what this means?”

“Yes, Lily!” He snapped, voice raising, “I know what it fucking means!”

Lily stood, not liking the tone he was taking with her one bit. Not since he put himself in this mess and she felt as if he was dragging her in as well. “It better not mean Daisy, Nathaniel. If it does, you will wish that bitch had killed you because I won’t be nearly as quick.”

She twirled around and stormed out of the cottage, needing to get out of the toxic air that was surrounding the both of them. Them screaming at one another was not something she wanted Daisy to hear. The toddler always cried when they fought and often had nightmares that same night when she finally fell asleep. Both felt terribly guilty afterwards.

She didn’t know where she was going as she made her way through the forest. She didn’t know where her new wolfy friend lived, though she had a general idea.

Lily’s furious tears trailed down her face as she entered the Sunnyside Trailer Park some time later. The moon was at its zenith now. The streets were empty as lamp lights flickered on and off due to bad connections that no one had the money to fix.

Something in her gut made her stop. Her ears pricked to try and hear any tiny sound. Leaves rustled in the wind. Branches scratched the sides of the double-wides she was in front of at the end of the side street. Something wasn’t right. Something had her desperately searching for who was watching her, what was watching her. She swallowed a thick ball of anxiety as she turned full circle in an attempt to see her stalker.

It was no avail. She muttered a protection spell under the breath that she knew wouldn’t be very powerful. She was without anything to increase her abilities. She hadn’t prayed or made any offerings lately. And she certainly wasn’t having any sex. All these things made her weaker than she’d like to be right now, alone, out in the open.

Then she saw it. A hulking figure clad in white fur running towards her at full speed. She recognized it as the vargulf that had attacked her on the night of the moon not long ago. She braced herself, uttering a silent prayer as she stood her ground.

He leaped high into the air, front paws landing heavily on her chest. She fell backwards onto the pavement, bright stars glistening in her blackened vision. He was trying to rip out her throat but her spell was narrowly protecting her. She felt her skin bruising from the pressure of his jaws as she screamed out in blind fury.

Lily grappled at the deranged wolf’s head, searching for his eyes to scratch out though it was not of much use. He was determined to make her his next victim and she was suddenly worried that she was the loss that Sweet Pea would suffer.

No, she couldn’t leave her little girl like that. Not in a million years. She yelled again, this time in a dead language to force him off of her. There was a pulse of power and the vargulf was thrown off. Lily quickly sat up, panting heavily as she watched it struggle to stand. Some invisible pressure was on top of it and it was howling in pain.

Did she do that? The spell she just recited shouldn’t have the power to do what was happening. She was trying to repel him, not crush him.

Suddenly a familiar hand was yanking her off the ground and pulling her down the street so urgently that she kept tripping over her own two feet. Only when they were safely inside of a trailer did she become calm enough to realize that it was Jughead.

He raced to the window and peaked out the blinds. The white wolf was gone and nowhere to be found. His trailer was warded against it so it couldn’t possibly get in without an intense amount of magic.

His eyes didn’t leave the window as he began to slowly relax, “Are you okay?” He asked before finally stealing a glance her way. Lily was shaking lightly, looking as if she was about to collapse. Her emotions were getting the better of her and she felt faint. Not just that but she could feel the blood oozing from the back of her head.

She felt incredibly faint and Jug rushed to her side to hold her steady. His parents were still at the Whyte Wyrm working on a plan to figure out the identity of the vargulf while his little sister was sleeping soundly in her bed. How she didn’t wake up to the screams and howls outside, he didn’t know.

He took her into his bedroom and sat her down on the bed before she could hurt herself more by falling down again. He could smell the blood in her hair. “Stay here. He can’t get in here, you’re safe. Let me get something for your head.”

Jughead came back with a damp rag and a bag of ice. He cleaned the back of her head gently before wrapping the ice in a clean cloth and setting it against the wound. Lily winced but relaxed nonetheless. “You probably shouldn’t go to sleep. You may have a concussion.”

Lily sighed as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her adrenaline was draining from her fast and she was growing more and more tired. Jughead frowned lightly at her, seeing how sleepy she was. “What are you doing out there and at this time of night?”

“I came to find you.” She confessed, tears started to well up into her eyes again. This time they were out of sadness and not out of anger. “I’m worried about Sweet Pea.”

His gaze softened. He didn’t know the full story but he knew Sweet Pea was the father of her child. He also knew that they were no longer together. “How so?” He asked.

Lily let out a shaky breath. “He slept with a succubus the other night and...she took his soul. She meant to kill him but he stopped her.”

He went rigid, blood running cold. “What did she look like?” He asked suddenly.

“Purple hair, lots of piercings, pretty...why?” She asked, eyes almost slipping shut until he shook her back awake.

Jughead knew then. He knew it had to have been Lavender and that Sweet Pea must be the father of her child. It was too big of a coincidence. He wasn’t sure if Lily could handle the news right now. However he feared if he kept it from her then she’d be even more upset with him.

“Lily,” Jughead said gently, rubbing her shoulder lightly. “I have to tell you something and I need you to remain calm.”

She hummed back a nonverbal response, green eyes staring up at him with exhaustion.

“The demon you speak of is...a neighbor of mine.” He continued, watching her tense slightly before relaxing again. “And I’ve asked for her help with the spell.”

Lily tried to pull away from him but he kept his grip on her firm. “You asked a-”

“She’s pregnant.” He cut her off. “Pregnant demons are extremely powerful. She said she’d help. Lily, listen,”

Lily freed herself from him then, eyes wide with surprise. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Maybe she had been pregnant before Sweet Pea? Wouldn’t he have said something? This was impossible, the child couldn’t be his!

“She’s going to help us protect the forest, Lily. Please, the power of four is twice as good as the power of two, right?” He asked with a pleading voice.

She fell silent, wanting to cry again or scream or run home to slap the shit out of Sweet Pea for being such a goddamn idiot. Jughead pulled her into a strong hug. He could see the emotions on her face, smell the despair coming off of her. “It will be okay...I promise.”

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Riverdale Reaction 3x19 “Fear the Reaper”

Sadly these people are not running after Betty to apologize. She doesn’t have the shoes, patience, nor time for this. Keep reading for my exasperation if it pleases you.

Archie killed someone?! Oh just add it to the body count of this show. I’m so sick of the blackmail and giant drama and emotional/physical torture porn. I miss milkshakes and the occasional murder mystery.

Oh this game is so stupid. Like, couldn’t they at least send out a deputy or two to look for JB during this long-ass game? Also, shouldn’t the whole core four be involved in this plot line? No? We want to arrest Archie again for murder? Alrighty then.

Hiram gave me a lovely toast to playfulness on this show. When he’s a breath of fresh air, it’s a dark day in Riverdale.

Kurtz loves the fighting and I kind of love it? Where’s the Kurtz fanfiction? Send it to me plz

Josie I know you wanna get outta this town and they need you for your new show, but haven’t you seen enough drug addicts to want to stay away from your absent asshat dad?

Does any of this Farm storyline make sense?! Why would he adopt Juniper and Dagwood? Why would Polly let him? I think it’d be hilarious if he tried to adopt Betty bc she’s under 18

Betty looks so sad and alone and I want to hug her and give her vitamins

*sigh* how long have the Jones’s been playing this game? Long enough for Archie to give a press conference, Betty to get a shot DURING school and break in after, et cetera. These time jumps make no sense. Riverdale.

Wow those are a lot of rings, Jughead. Ugh his faaaace. His moody little face.

I laughed out loud about Archie running in the rain

OOOOH damn Evelyn’s older (or illiterate) and Betty Snooper STRIKES AGAIN!

WHAT?! WHAT?! Are they robbing Pop’s?! BOY. After everything Archie went through there? After it being Jughead’s safe place? Fuck this.

HELL YES POP WITH A SHOTGUN! I ship it. Fuck the Jones family and their stupid Cobra/Serpent masks. “Do you see now why I need to get out of this town?!” And show. Damn.

I’m surprised Penelope would even take the boy twin. This fucking show. How do they say these lines without dying a little on the inside?

So did no one call Betty about spotting her bf shooting up the local haunt? Like, Veronica would hear about it at the very least considering she’s downstairs in the Speakeasy and owns the joint. But again. NO concept of time. Or fun. For my specific tastes. How rude.

Omg an eye for an eye…HAAAA. This show.

What is the point of having a battle where you can’t see anything?

I can’t decide what they’re going for more: Kill Bill or The Mummy. Kill Bill probably, right? The eyepatch? Someone five-finger-heart-punch or throw a live snake in, please.

EVELYN IS EDGAR’S WIFE?! Oh my GOD. No thank you. Sister wives is ick.

OH who is surprised that the furnace room is deadly? And everyone is a fucking character development nightmare, especially Toni Topaz? I mean, why give her a gang if she’s gonna abandon it for another one?

Stupid.

Run Betty Run!

Oh is he also married to Polly? Is this a dream sequence? I hope so.

Oh. Not a dream sequence. Oh.

Well. Everyone is terrible at running, and Betty is clearly not in shoes that encourage it. Big sigh.

Ok Jughead, trust the guy who’s lied about everything else to shove you in a fridge. Cool. Cool cool. Kurtz’s death and yet the King not trying to kill Jughead just…fine. FINE

Oh Jughead and his hopeful eyes saying “stay.” Let’s be honest, without Bughead, I probably wouldn’t be here.

#riverdale #riverdale reaction #riverdale 3x19 #riverdale 3.19 #jawbreaker

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azuregold · 7 years

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ALL OF THEM (°∀°)b☆

You’re evil. XD This was fun, though!

When did you first start writing?

I don’t remember, exactly? I know I was making tiny books for my toys by the time I was seven. The stories weren’t very long, but I remember being proud of them.

What was your favorite book growing up?

Hmm…IDK if I can remember a specific one? I had a lot of books I liked when I was a kid. Marguerite Henry’s books were pretty high up there, I think. And then when I was…IDK, nine, maybe? my mom got me Katherine Kurtz’s Chronicles of the Deryni trilogy and those (and the other books in that world) were my favorites for a long time.

Are you an avid reader?

Definitely. I don’t get through as many books as I used to internet + fanfic are great at eating up my time, but I read at least a little bit pretty much every day.

Have you ever thrown a book across the room?

I’d never do it physically, but it can be very satisfying to do it in my head when I’m really upset with a book.

Did you take writing courses in school/college?

A little bit. It didn’t work out for me all that well. I can’t write on command, and prompts and such don’t do much for me, so if I wasn’t inspired during class, or we were told to write about a theme I couldn’t think of anything for, things got very frustrating very quickly.

Have you read any writing-advice books?

Quite a few, yes. Sometimes they can be dry, or they give advice I don’t agree with, but they can be helpful. And How Not to Write a Novel is hilarious. XD

Have you ever been part of a critique group?

Not really, no! I’m not sure I could handle it, at least not yet.

What’s the best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten?

I love all of it! I don’t think I’d appreciate a flame, but thankfully I’ve never gotten one of those *knocks on wood* My favorites are probably the ones that either go into detail about what they think, or are a mess of excited flailing, though. XD (But seriously, it’s all great!)

What’s the worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten?

I haven’t gotten anything actually bad, but I did get a review once that said one thing about my story, then spent the rest of the review telling me about their story and asking me to read it. It was kind of awkward.

What’s your biggest writer pet-peeve?

Not having at least semi-decent SPaG. If you’re constantly misspelling things or using the wrong word, if you put multiple speakers on the same line, etc, you’d have to have the most amazing plot in the world for me to even consider continuing.

(Special mention because I’ve seen this a lot recently: putting one character’s actions on the same line as another character’s dialogue. IT GETS SO DAMN CONFUSING. Especially if not every line has a dialogue tag. You can start a new paragraph with action, you don’t have to wait until the moment someone else speaks to go to the next line. Really. I promise.)

What’s your favorite book cover?

I know I’ve seen some awesome ones, but right now IDK.

Who is your favorite author?

Seanan McGuire! Jim Butcher would probably be second.

What’s your favorite writing quote?

No idea? I’ve seen some good ones floating around, but I don’t keep a list or anything.

What’s your favorite writing blog? c;

Like, writing-advice blog, or person-posting-their-writing blog? Either way, I’m not following/reading very many, so it’s hard to make a comparison (Ceren’s writing is really good though!).

What would you say has inspired you the most?

Other stories. Which is not to say that I copy stuff, just that, like, I’ll read a story about ghosts, get interested in the topic, and want to create my own, or I’ll want to write a story that leaves me with the same sort of feeling as what I just read or watched. Stuff like that.

How do you feel about movies based on books?

I still get excited about them even though they rarely come out well compared to the books. I can’t really separate them in my head even when I try, so I’m usually disappointed, but I keep trying and keep looking forward to the movies anyway.

Would you like your books to be turned into TV shows, movies, video games, or none?

Once I actually have books, yes! Any of them, really. I’d want to be sure that whoever was adapting them was treating them with respect, and I’d prefer to have some control over what parts were changed or cut out (or added). And I’d want it to have a decent budget, so it wouldn’t come off looking like a b-movie (TV show, etc).

How do you feel about love triangles?

No thank you. There are stories I’ve liked that had love triangles, but I can’t think of any time where the triangle itself was one of the things I liked. (Someone changing their affections from one character to another I liked better, yes, but not the whole liking-two-people-at-the-same-time-however-will-they-choose thing.)

Do you prefer writing on a computer or longhand?

Computer. Definitely computer. My handwriting is super slow and tires my hand easily. Also, I write with my left hand, so I get ink/graphite all over it when I write. OTL

What’s your favorite writing program?

I’m using LibreOffice at the moment, and it works fine. I’ve heard about some that are supposed to be good that I’d like to check out sometime, though. I’ve been meaning to give Scrivener a try for a while now.

Do you outline?

A general outline, yes. I don’t usually have all the little details figured out, but I know where the story is headed.

Do you start with characters or plot?

Plot, mostly, though sometimes I get an idea for a character that doesn’t really fit in with any of my current stories.

What’s your favorite & least favorite part of making characters?

Favorite is probably getting the initial idea and filling in the general outline, especially when I know just how they’re going to fit into the story and I can feel things starting to click into place.

Least favorite, either designing their outfit (I’m okay with physical appearance, but clothes in particular are not one of my strong points), or getting into the super detailed stuff that shows up on those OC questionnaire lists and will probably never be in the story. I can’t really decide how a character would feel about X topic or what other characters would say about them behind their back or whatever before I’m actually writing the story. When I try, it feels like I’m locking myself into a position and can’t easily change it even if the story would be better if I adjusted the character’s personality.

What’s your favorite & least favorite part of plotting?

Favorite is figuring out the big picture and deciding where it’s all going to end up. Least favorite, probably the stuff in the middle, where I have to figure out exactly how things are going to progress from point A to point B (and all the way on to point Z).

What advice would you give to young writers?

Write! Read! And check out some guides on spelling, punctuation, and grammar at some point. XD

Which do you enjoy reading the most: physical, ebook, or both?

Both! It’s easier to turn pages on ebooks when I only have one hand free, and I love the dictionary function and being able to search for a specific name or word if I don’t remember where in the book I heard it last I also love being able to check out ebooks from the library without leaving the house. But I’ll always love physical books and want to have physical copies of my favorites. They’re easier to flip back or forward to check things, too, like when there’s a map in the front of the book and the characters keep talking about the different cities and countries it’s also easier to spoil myself on the ending if I want to make sure a character survives. ( ￣３￣)～♪

Which is your favorite genre to write?

Supernatural/fantasy. Especially in a more modern setting (though I’m not so big on most sci-fi. I like magic and ghosts and demons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ).

Which do you find hardest: the beginning, the middle, or the end?

The middle. Not that the rest is easy, but the middle is usually the hardest.

Which do you find easiest: writing or editing?

Editing, usually.

Have you ever written fan-fiction?

Considering I started this blog because of my fanfiction, I’d say yes. XD My fanfic is longer than anything original I’ve written so far, actually, ahaha.

Have you ever been published?

Nope.

How do you feel about friends and close relatives reading your work?

Pretty scary. Maybe even more than showing strangers, unless it’s a friend I met through writing. *squishes @sircerenade*

Are you interested in having your work published?

Absolutely. Someday. OTL

Describe your writing space.

My computer desk. It’s not super messy but there’s not a lot of free space, either.

What’s your favorite time of day for writing?

Hmm…probably either early afternoon or at night.

Do you listen to music when you write?

Most of the time. Instrumentals only. And occasionally I prefer silence.

What’s your oldest WIP?

For original stuff? A thing I wrote for a school assignment and decided to expand into a book. I’ve kind of lost the inspiration for it, but there’s always a chance I might come back to it someday. For fanfic, From Mist and Ashes.

What’s your current WIP?

For original stuff, an idea that’s very special to me, with the current working title of Afterword. For fanfic, again, From Mist and Ashes. Plus a dozen or so other ideas crammed in a folder. XD Hey, some of them have a paragraph or so written! They count as WIPs! Honest!

What’s the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?

Nothing I want to talk about. >.> My really weird ideas never leave my head.

Which is your favorite original character, and why?

From my original stuff? I love them all. But Razai is one of my oldest and probably has the most put into him, so if I had to choose… Kazuya is probably the one I’m most excited about at this moment, though.

What do you do when characters don’t follow the outline?

I see where they want to go, then either I agree with them, we compromise, or I rein them back in and explain why things can’t happen that way.

Do you enjoy making your characters suffer?

I want to? I have a hard time following through, but I try. XD

Have you ever killed a main character?

Does it count if I kill them before the story starts? XD If so, then I’ve killed almost everyone in both my original stuff and Mistyverse. During the actual story…not really, no. Do villains count as main characters? What if they come back to life later? I’m not a fan of character death, so I don’t usually put it in my stories unless there’s something more to it.

What’s the weirdest character concept you’ve ever come up with?

IDK, none of them seem all that weird to me. Though that may just be because of all the manga and anime I’ve been exposed to. X’D

What’s your favorite character name?

I couldn’t pick a single favorite.

Describe your perfect writing space.

I don’t know about physically (I feel like something different than what I currently have would be better, though I couldn’t say what would be ideal without actually trying it), but I need to be alone in the room (kitties are an exception). I can’t focus on writing if there’s anyone else in the room with me.

If you could steal one character from another author and make then yours, who would it be and why?

Tybalt, probably. But only if I could just keep him for myself and wouldn’t be expected to actually take over writing him or anything.

If you could write the next book of any series, which one would it be, and what would you make the book about?

I could never. Way too much pressure.

If you could write a collaboration with another author, who would it be and what would you write about?

I don’t think I could ever do that. I’d be too scared to mention my ideas in case the other person didn’t like them, and I’d be too intimidated to turn down an idea of theirs I didn’t like. Then I’d get frustrated that I couldn’t take the story in the direction I wanted, and the whole thing would end in pain. “OTL

If you could live in any fictional world, which would it be?

My stock answer to this for years has been Pokemon, but I’m sure there are other worlds I’d enjoy as much or more especially if healing/medicine were more advanced than the real world, and there were better opportunities to support yourself by doing something you loved. I wouldn’t want anything too dark or evil, and it would need to have something approaching modern technology or a magic equivalent I don’t want to live in a world without indoor plumbing, thanks.

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