my big plan to sort my life out

CSBB Author Spotlight: accio-ambition

Today’s Captain Swan Big Bang Spotlight features @accio-ambition!

What is your writing process like?

A mess. I usually have a plot I try to follow and then I tackle whatever part speaks to me that day. I usually spit out dialogue and some vague descriptions and then work from there. I write a lot like contractors build: one step at a time.

What do you think your greatest strength is as a writer?

I like to think I’m pretty good at voices. Like, I feel like I can write Emma and Killian pretty well and pretty in character.

What’s a particular trope or kind of story you’ve wanted to try, but haven’t gotten to yet?

I’ve always wanted to be better at smut. Like I tried to write it once and I felt like a middle schooler. It was not pretty.

Who is your favorite OUAT character to write?

I don’t know if I have a favorite, but I write Killian a lot more than I would have expected. There’s just so much fodder to play with, no matter what universe or realm or whatever a story takes places in.

If you participated in the first Captain Swan Big Bang, what was the experience like for you? What are you looking forward to this time around?

First time around, Big Bang was interesting because I had this great idea and I planned it out and then I got in contact with my beta and she ripped it apart. It was for the better, honestly, she did exactly what a beta was supposed to do, but it made it a little more difficult. I’m hoping this time around I actually sort of stick to the schedule because I think I let my last Big Bang sit for like two months without adding anything because of life happenings. Crossing my fingers that’s not the case this time.

Favorite Fics:

Forever is Composed of Nows (FFnet/AO3/Tumblr)

This was the culmination of last year’s Big Bang. It was really fun and hard to write, but my artist was amazing, as was my beta, and I felt extremely accomplished when it was published.

Shower Streams (FFnet/AO3/Tumblr)

This was actually my second foray into fanfiction at all and it started as a two shot that grew into a huge MC that consumed the better part of three years of my life. It means so much to me and it got such great reception. It taught me a lot and it’s always going to be my baby.

watch me fall a little more in love (Tumblr)

This story has actually gotten the most notes out of any of them and it’s really adorable, if I do say so myself. 

Check out accio-ambition on FFnet - AO3 - Tumblr

Where have I been

I don`t really know where to start again or if I should start it at all. I made my Tumblr to share nice pictures/quotes, then I got into a Long Distance Relationship for 3 years, so I found a big LDR community here and felt like logging in to say hello. 

I`m not  sure why I stopped blogging, but after that, I got married and we moved to England, more specifically, London. We`ve been here for a year now and my husband just got accepted for his Masters Degree in Oxford University.

I believe I stopped using this when real life knocked at my door: Wedding planning, quitting my job in Brazil, moving to England and sorting out life as a married couple in a whole new environment. Also I don`t relate that much to long distance relationships blogs anymore so I have to start following another kind of people that I`m still not sure who.

This year has been extremely crazy, amazing a bittersweet at the same time, lots to laugh and cry about and me trying to find myself. So again, I question myself “where should I start?”. Maybe I will tell all the stories in time, maybe I won`t.

But for now, I`m starting from here where I have a lovely husband, moving to a lovely house in Oxford and having no furniture at all. What a journey!

so far gone (Zach/Cammie)

Title: so far gone
Summary: Zach and Cammie discuss life and perhaps the scariest test of all: parenthood. 
A/N: My farewell fic of sorts for the Gallagher Girls fandom.  Characters belong to Ally Carter, title and lyrics taken from “So Far Gone” by James Blunt.  Rated T for implied under-cover operations, if you catch my drift. :P

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Tell me the wars you’re fighting
behind the smile you’re hiding


“Let’s get married,” Zach whispered into my ear one night as we crashed at a hotel in Islamabad during another mission.

I snorted. “Really? You couldn’t have picked a more romantic moment?”

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xxcookiemonsterxxweed  asked:

You've mentioned that Big Walder is some sort of child supervillain, but I'm unable to find anything regarding it in the wiki. I'm honestly just wanting to know - what are the quotes/chapters where he reveals his plans?

Big Walder Frey wants more than anything in life to rule the Twins (because, in my headcanon, he’s his Nuncle Lothar’s protege). He’s got the succession all mapped out in his head, and is ready to murder his way up it.

“We’re cousins, not brothers,” added Big Walder, the little one. “I’m Walder son of Jammos. My father was Lord Walder’s son by his fourth wife. He’s Walder son of Merrett. His grandmother was Lord Walder’s third wife, the Crakehall. He’s ahead of me in the line of succession even though I’m older.”

“Only by fifty-two days,” Little Walder objected. “And neither of us will ever hold the Twins, stupid.”

“I will,” Big Walder declared. 

Translation: “I’m going to kill you.” Which he does three books later, see below.

“Ryman is old too,” said Little Walder. “Past forty, I bet. And he has a bad belly. Do you think he’ll be lord?”

“I’ll be lord. I don’t care if he is.” 

Translation: “Who cares if that worthless idiot becomes lord? I’ll kill him eventually, and his nasty sons too.”

“Did you find your cousins, my lord?”

“No. I never thought we would. They’re dead. Lord Wyman had them killed. That’s what I would have done if I was him." 

Translation: “Game recognizes game!”

Snow slid from Ser Hosteen’s cloaks as he stalked toward the high table, his steps ringing against the floor. A dozen Frey knights and men-at-arms entered behind him. One was a boy Theon knew—Big Walder, the little one, fox-faced and skinny as a stick. His chest and arms and cloak were spattered with blood.

The scent of it set the horses to screaming. Dogs slid out from under the tables, sniffing. Men rose from the benches. The body in Ser Hosteen’s arms sparkled in the torchlight, armored in pink frost. The cold outside had frozen his blood.

Translation: liquid blood on BW + frozen blood on LW = BW killed LW. My boy immediately intuited not only that Wyman had his cousins killed, but also that he, BW, could then take the opportunity to remove LW from the succession because it would be so easy to frame the Manderlys…which BW does, successfully, without batting an eye. Pint-sized supervillain. 

But! GRRM also goes well out of his way to let us know that Big Walder is horrified by Ramsay, treats Reek-ified Theon like his fellow human being, and is a significantly better person than Little Walder: 

“I don’t think he likes the light.”

“Would you, if you looked like that?” The boy hawked and spat. “And the stench of him. I’m like to choke.”

“He’s been eating rats,” said the second boy. “Look.”

The first boy laughed. “He has. That’s funny.”

I had to. The rats bit him when he slept, gnawing at his fingers and his toes, even at his face, so when he got his hands on one he did not hesitate. Eat or be eaten, those were the only choices. “I did it,” he mumbled, “I did, I did, I ate him, they do the same to me, please…”

The boys moved closer, the straw crunching softly under their feet. “Talk to me,” said one of them. He was the smaller of the two, a thin boy, but clever. “Do you remember who you are?”

The dynamic is so clear! Little Walder is the unrepentant bully, taking delight in Theon’s pain; he’s Ramsay Frey. Big Walder is the empathetic one, the first person in ADWD to try and break Theon out of his shell. Little Walder loves calling him “Reek.” Big Walder never does.

Little Walder swung down from the saddle. “You can see to my horse too, Reek. And to my little cousin’s.”

“I can see to my own horse,” said Big Walder. Little Walder had become Lord Ramsay’s best boy and grew more like him every day, but the smaller Frey was made of different stuff and seldom took part in his cousin’s games and cruelties.

Reek paid the squires no mind. He led Blood off toward the stables, hopping aside when the stallion tried to kick him. The hunters strode into the hall, all but Ben Bones, who was cursing at the dogs to stop them fighting over the severed head.

Big Walder followed him into the stables, leading his own mount. Reek stole a look at him as he removed Blood’s bit. “Who was he?” he said softly, so the other stablehands would not hear.

“No one.” Big Walder pulled the saddle off his grey. “An old man we met on the road, is all. He was driving an old nanny goat and four kids.”

“His lordship slew him for his goats?”

“His lordship slew him for calling him Lord Snow.”

This may just be me, but I’m so moved by the fact that Theon instinctively trusts Big Walder. It’s the other stablehands he’s watching out for; he never worries that Big Walder will hurt him or taunt him or betray him to Ramsay. Even at his most fearful and lost, Theon recognizes and acts on the difference between the Walders, and so should we.

Soul Mates - Luke Hemmings

Description: Timers are attached to Luke and Y/N’s wrists, telling the exact time they’ll meet the love’s of their lives. When noticing their dates are the same, the two friends think that it must be just a huge coincidence.

Warning: None

Request: No

(Part 2/ 4)

Part 1 Here


~Luke’s POV~

Once I got the substance injected into my wrist and explained to what was happening to us all, I left the designated room for my gender and looked everywhere outside of the government building for y/n.

My tallness coming to my advantage as I peered over all the girls heads, in search for my best friend that was most likely still shaken up by this whole situation. Luckily, I didn’t have to search around for long. I easily saw her brunette hair, all braided to the side, all the way across the crowd than I was.

“Y/n!” I shouted over all the voices surrounding the parking lot outside of the place where we got called to. “Hey, y/n, I’m over here!”

Struggling to catch her attention, I groaned and threw my head back in slight frustration. Then, giving up on shouting out to her, I swerved through the hundreds of teens and children. “Y/n, hey!”

“Luke!“ She cried, rushing towards my approaching body. As she reached me, she flung her arms around my waist and gripped onto my shirt as if I was leaving her side forever. “I was so scared. I couldn’t stop crying and they wouldn’t answer my questions directly until I got to the very end of the process.”

“I know.” I hugged her shacking frame close to me, rubbing my hand up and down her back as my other hand fisted into her brown locks, messing up her braid. “Calm down. I’m here with you now, so you don’t have to worry anymore. I promised you nothing bad would happen, and I was right. And now I promise again, that nothing will happen to you now that this is all over.”

Nodding her hand, her tear stained face moving against my white tee shirt. “I think I just ruined your shirt, sorry.” She mumbled, pulling her face away from me while examining the little mess she had made. I laughed at her worried facial expressions, shrugging my broad shoulders up, showing her that I didn’t care about the shirt. “Can we please go to your place now? I want as far away from here as possible.”

At her pleads, I agreed, dragging her behind me as we wondered around, trying to find my car without a problem.


When the both of us, me and y/n, got back to my little old apartment, we decided to cuddle up on my couch. The idea coming from y/n, but of course I wasn’t arguing one bit, I’m literally always up for some cuddles with y/n during any point of the day.

“Have you even looked at the time on your wrist yet?” Y/n asked me, sounding curious as she held a heavy gaze at her own timer. I watched her pinch and poke at the numbers ‘tattooed’, as she says, on her right wrist.

Playing subconsciously with the ends of her hair, that was now down in it’s natural state, as I sighed quietly. “I haven’t. I don’t really know if I want to… I mean, do I seriously want a big question in my life to be answered just like that? I know I’m not much for surprises, but I think this is a secret I’m ready to know yet.”

She looked up at me, not saying anything, but I could obviously tell that she was disagreeing with my thinking. “How do you plan on keeping it out of your view?” Not commenting on our differences in opinion, she just furrowed her eyebrows in question as she moved on from the previous topic, sort of. “Won’t you see it while you shower or change clothes?”

I titled my head to the side, looking up to the ceiling on my living room, I hummed in thought. “Maybe I’ll just wear some bracelets on my wrist all day everyday, just like I did back a few years ago.” I said, remembering how I used to never remove my bracelets from my arms.

“Well, you know that I hate secrets and surprises so much, so do you think I could take a look at yours?” She smiled up at me, getting excited as I sat in silence for a couple moments, thinking about her question. “Please Luke, I promise I won’t tell you what it is. I just really want to know.”

Hesitantly closing my eyes, I pulled my arm out from under y/n’s body and let her pull my sleeve up. As she saw the time set on me, she gasped, jumping off my body and onto the floor in front of the couch we were sitting on.

~Y/N’s POV~

“Please Luke, I promise I won’t tell you what it is. I just really want to know.” I begged, pouting out my bottom lip. Getting even more excited and giddy as I saw him close his eyes and move him arm out from underneath me.

Not wanting to wait any longer to see the time tattooed onto his skin, I yanked his hand towards me and pulled up his right sleeve, staring down at his time, then at the time that I had set onto me.

They were the same. 264 hours, 42 minutes, and 37 seconds.

Jumping away from Luke’s body, falling onto the floor in front on his couch as I was doing so, I got extremely worried. I couldn’t be falling in love with my best friend in 11 days, Luke wasn’t my soul mate. The man who explained to me what was going on earlier said that some people’s times may be the same, and it could all be just a huge coincidence.

This was a coincidence, it had to be.


Hello! So, this is where we start. 25 stories in 24 hours, if only for the fact I am turning 25 today, and this somehow felt like a cool thing to do. I’ll be having drinks and chilling out, so I won’t actually be present on tumblr at all, today. I hope you lot have a lovely, lovely Monday. By all means, drop by and let me know what you think of any of the stories you might be reading today. Also; mobile users? I’m so sorry. Starting off with a slightly angsty Hartbig. SFW, 1.255 words. Cheers, darlings.



You’re turning into something I detest,

And everyone is saying you’re a mess,

Because every day I love you less and less.


It were the little things that got to her first.

Not the big ones, like Grace forgetting their one year anniversary, or the fact that the tall blonde seemed incapable of remembering prior commitments with Hannah as she made plans with friends. Not the times where Grace accidentally forgot to mention Hannah in a thank you speech after winning an award, or when she used Hannah’s favourite shirt as an overall while painting something for a crafts project on her own channel.

It’s the little things that creep up on her when she least expects it.

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