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Inevitable by The Evilest Regal
When David's whole life comes crumbling down around him, he finds comfort in the most unlikely of places. But is it possible that this new friendship could lead to something more? Or does the fact remain that villains don't get their happy endings? Regina/David EvilCharming Curse has already been broken.
First Star to the Right by misslisa
FairyQueen, pre-Storybrooke. Post 3x03. What happens when Regina is sent to Neverland, on a test from Rumple's magic teachings? Regina has trouble figuring out Neverland, and suddenly she notices her being followed. What happens when it is not who she expected? How will she deal with the fairy from her past?
guess the next step is to talk about what I have in store for the future! the answer is
absolutely nothing.
for the moment, at least. I'm working on the outline for a King of the Squirrels and Author friendship story, the plot of which got referred to in A Small, Pleasant Thing. I'm not sure how long this one will take...maybe a couple of weeks? might be chaptered, might be a oneshot, it's too soon to tell.
even if my fics don't shoot up in kudos or reviews, I think that's still okay. if anything, it's an exercise in keeping to deadlines and properly planning my stories for once heheh
that's all I've got for now! ciao.
I tbh I always had a weird thing for disembodied voices (TSP fans I know you’re reading/j)
I also wanna say this now THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE HE BECOMES THE HOST!!
REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: A few headcanons for The Author, one act of indirect physical violence, some foul language.
🖋️ The Author x Reader Shitpost Headcanons 🖋️
🖋️ He was having some writers block recently, he felt his plotlines becoming weaker by each paragraph. They didn’t read as scary as he wanted anymore and the tension didn’t last. So he decided he needed a change of scenery, a break from horror. Romance maybe?
🖋️ He went out for a stroll for inspiration. With every couple he passed, his eyes narrowed in thought. Honestly it was getting redundant, he was definitely coming up with ideas but wasn’t seeing any eye-catching people. He didn’t even give them chances because he knew if he thought up their own stories they’d be nothing more than boring.
🖋️ Then he saw you. Doing whatever the hell you were doing. He didn’t even realize it at first but he was definitely attracted to you in some way. Physically? Aesthetically? Emotionally? He had no clue which one but he definitely had a clue of one thing, you’d be great for his story.
🖋️ Oh you poor, poor soul. You woke up that next morning to a chilling breeze, only to find yourself on a tree stump in the middle of goddamn nowhere.
🖋️ The voice in your head was an immediate red flag. “[name] grazed their hands across the surface of the daisies that surrounded them.” You crossed your arms. “Nope.”
🖋️ Yeah… he didn’t expect you to be this resistant. It was sad really. He had a whole thing planned, you being a curious one exploring the area around you, finding a monster and befriending it until it ultimately YES HE PLANNED A MONSTER AND HUMAN ROMANCE HES TRYING NEW THINGS-
🖋️ At some point he noticed you testing the waters, asking him questions about what’s going on. He’s seen it many many many times before, and he was an ass about it, of course. Making tree branches slap you upside the head after you asked why he narrates in the Millennial cringe voice.
🖋️ “Why don’t you narrate this dick-“ he’s done with you. He just slammed the book shut and tossed it into the drawer of other abandoned stories.
🖋️ This ultimately left you in the woods to your own devices. It was scary to be honest, he just was GONE. Damn, right when the sun began to set too.
🖋️ Just hope you can find shelter before the sky turns pitch black.
ANOTHER POLL FOR MY NEXT MARKIPLIER UNDERRATED EGO X READER HEADCANONS/PREFERENCES ^^!!
WINNER DING DING DING!! -> The Author x Reader Headcanons
A Dr. Iplierst Drabble
The garden behind the manor was always lovely this time of year. Spring showers caused the blooming and rejuvenation of the flowers that had temporarily died and retreated during the winter months. Pinks, blues, reds, and all sorts of other hues popped up across the garden, a nice accompaniment to the soft greens and yellows of the vines and grass that began crawling their way back up.
The pathways’ cracks always managed to get weeds in them at the beginning of the season, which was always a pain to deal with. After years of doing it, you tend to just give up and allow nature to do its thing. Dandelions and various wildflowers sprouted out amongst the weeds as well, so it wasn’t too bad in the end. Those sorts of things were inevitable anyway, so might as well let them be.
Despite the fact that The Host could never truly appreciate his surroundings, his narrations the closest thing he had to sight, he still came here to write when the weather was nice. All the noises and smells filled him with a certain sense of inspiration that his library simply couldn’t provide. The smell of the flowers right after the rain had fallen; the sounds of King’s squirrels running along the fence; the sound of his own footsteps hitting the stone path and the occasional puddle; all of this filled him with such joy and hope that he couldn’t help but write.
He didn’t get this opportunity as The Author, yet another thing that separated him from that horrible, demented man. Living in a cabin in the middle of the woods didn’t exactly make for a great time outside in the rain. The area around his home always got muddy and made it hell to walk through if he needed to walk to town for anything. The trees’ leaves always collected water that dripped unpleasantly down the back of his neck and soaked the back of his shirt. Overall it put the already bitter man into a worse mood than he already was.
Here, in this garden, The Host didn’t have to deal with that. The Host could sit there, content as could be as he enjoyed the area with the senses he could appreciate it with. The sound of pencil or pen on paper was somehow even better accompanied by the sounds of water dripping from vines and the chittering of squirrels. It left The Host with a calm mind and relaxed muscles.
One may think that the garden and its solitude would be just perfect for The Host, which he, at one point, would’ve agreed with. But now that his metaphorical eyes had been opened, he had to admit that the sound of his boyfriend walking over to ‘his’ bench in the garden made him far happier than the rustling leaves did. Occasionally, the clinking of spoons on ceramic came with the footsteps, a sign Dr. Iplier had gotten them both tea. That was perfection to him now: the company of Dr. Iplier in this calming garden.
“The Host turns his head as he hears Edward’s approach, smiling softly as his lover comes to sit next to The Host.” He narrates, a soft smile coming to his face as predicted as Dr. Iplier came close. “The Host inquires about Edward’s day as Edward hands Host his cup of tea.”
Dr. Iplier chuckled gently as he sat beside The Host, handing him the not-to-hot cup of tea over to him. “It was good, shockingly. Henrik and I had the same shift today, so I got to work with him. No patients were lost, so that’s a plus as well. How was yours? Don’t tell me you sat out here all day..” He hummed, leaning his head gently on The Host’s shoulder.
The Host took a sip of his tea, the familiar mix of cinnamon and caramel warming his body. He sighed softly, letting the warmth spread through his chest before he spoke, “The Host will not confirm nor deny Edward’s suspicions.” He said, tone lightly teasing. “Can Edward blame him? The garden is a calming presence to The Host when Edward is off saving lives at the hospital. It’s simply inspiring.”
Dr. Iplier let his eyes roll out of habit, but he couldn’t truly be mad at The Host. He had to agree with him on the calming aura of the area, but he couldn’t agree with the fact The Host probably hadn’t gone inside to even eat or change his bandages. With this thought in mind, he gently reached out and held the hand that wasn’t occupied by the mug.
“Well, once we’re done with our tea, we should probably head inside. I’ve had a long day, we both need to eat, and I want to get your bandages changed.” He said, knowing that trying to drag The Host inside now was likely not going to happen.
“The Host supposes Edward is right, and he thanks him for allowing the two to sit outside as they drink.” The Host said, allowing his head to rest on top of Dr. Iplier’s. “The Host loves Edward..”
“I love you too, Host..”
Forgot to post this here, but here’s a little Host doodle I did a while back :)
LOOK AT THIS HANDSOME MOTHERF*CKER- HOLY FUCK IM STRAIGHT (that quote reminded me of Deceit-) Also- Amazing Art by the way!! <3
Host? Who’s she? Never heard of her.
Concerning the Author
Does anyone else just want this Author, when we finally meet them, to reveal that they don't control the books at all? Like, I would just love for the author to reveal that all they do with the books is record what occurred, not that they make it occur. Frankly, the concept of the author controlling happy endings takes away the entire premise of the show, which was that we choose whether or not to do good or evil.