Act III, Chapter Twelve:

Three found in this chapter:

Ol’ Nessie - Sea Monster

Legolas - Man in the Lion Mask

[Premium Choice] Papa Smurf - Man in the Lion Mask

Act III, Chapter Thirteen:

Two found in this chapter:

[Premium Choice] O Captain My Captain - Estela

[Premium Choice] Imperator Furiosa - Estela

Act III, Chapter Fourteen:

Zero found in this chapter

Act III, Chapter Fifteen:

One found in this chapter:

[Premium Choice] Blue’s Clues - Man in the Lion Mask

Act III, Chapter Sixteen/Epilogue:

Zero found in this chapter

[Full List]

(if I’m missing a name, please let me know)

Arranged Marriage AU//Open RP

“But Father! This isn’t fair!” Jean exclaimed throwing his hands out in frustration, then running a hand through his hair, trying not to cry. “Papa, you can’t do this to me…you believe in love!” A glare was thrown his way that silenced him quickly.“ Jean you are acting like a small whiny child.” The boy glared back crossing his arms over his chest.“I am a child! I’m only sixteen and you’re marrying me to some random person just because it’ll bring you a profit and a title as  a Lord and just because that person isn’t desirable enough to find a husband or wife of his own? That is simply mad Father…that is…not unlike prostitution but I will be forced to spend the rest of my life with this person.” Jean sighed and looked down his lip quivering a bit. “Do I even have a choice, Papa?” The man, an exact copy of the younger boy, just older shook his head, a brow raised. “No Jean, now get dressed in your nicer clothes. The family is coming with your partner now. He is very excited to meet you.”

Wayward Scandi Bitches Award

So get this! There are these two dorks, nerding it up in the cold, unfriendly climate of Scandinavia, and they just hit follower milestones at the same time! Definitely fishy, but don’t mind that for now, thing is they’re doing a tumblr award to celebrate!

Of course we are those dorks, @winchesterswoonathon (Maggie) and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Karina), and are merely talking about ourselves in third person, like the nerds we are.

To enter you must do the following two things:

Must follow both adorable dorks.  

Reblog this post before july 25th to get considered (likes only count as bookmarks).


1: Impala ‘67 Award: Over all best SPN

2: Squirrel Award: Best Dean Winchester Content (Karina’s favourite/choice)

3: Papa Winchester Award: Best John Winchester Content (Maggie’s favourite/choice)

4: Moose Award: Friendliest Blogger Award

5: Chuck Award: Best Original Material (to be considered for this, submit a fic by using LINK!, drabble, gif or aesthetic to one of us.)

6: Donna Hanscum Award: Up and Coming Blogger Award (to be considered for this, submit a screencap of your follower count, which must be under 500, to one of us)

7: Woman/Man of Letters Award: Best URL

8: King/Queen of Hell Award: Other characters?

9: Castiel Award: Funniest Tags

10: Monster of the Week Award: Best Theme

Winners will be announced August 8th

Winners get one aesthetic and one drabble and one shout out from both of us.

Runners up get their choice of either a drabble or an aesthetic.

We’ll co-judge all categories except for number 2 and 3.

Maggie does the drabbles and aesthetics for the odd numbers - Karina for the even.

Tags for signal boost under the cut

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A Soul Lost at Sea (Olicity Victorian AU Fanfiction) Chapter 2

Rating:  Mature

Summary:  Five years after pirates attacked his ship, Royal Navy sailor Oliver Queen returns home to England to find his affluent family in financial ruin.  So when he’s presented with the opportunity to marry Felicity, eldest daughter of the ridiculously wealthy Noah Smoak, Oliver doesn’t hesitate to capture her hand…even though he has no idea if he can capture her heart.  Or if Felicity could ever possibly learn to love a soul lost at sea.

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In Time

168 Hour Fic Challange Entry

Genre: Historical/Epic; Location: Montréal, QC

by ladycanuck

Montréal, Québec 1910

Delphine sighs, as she hops from the streetcar and continues towards the office. She’d rather go back home, and repose herself with a filling meal and a good book. Instead, she must return to assist her father.

“Vieille fille.” She mutters grumbling to herself. “Vieille fille.”  Why would this client of her fathers have brought that up? Especially before the construction was completely negotiated?

She wasn’t unaware of her status, which was partially by choice anyway. Papa needed her help with the business, especially her English skills, and although turning down two marriage proposals was rare but what else was she supposed to do? She didn’t want to be a wife, did not want a child every year until age finally relieved her of that burden, she wanted to study, to learn. By now she was used to her life of spinsterhood, so used to it she could not imagine her life any other way.

It had been six years since the last one, when she’d been twenty - her papa had looked at her in disbelief. Healthy young man, good family, good prospects, and a small but growing business Delphine would have had a hand in running. He hadn’t understood.

“Qu’est-ce que je ferai avec une vieille fille?” Papa had sighed, shaking his head.

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Super Adorable Parentlock Christmas RP

You: "Daddy!“ Hamish (5) shouted as he ran down the stairs to his parent’s bedroom.

Stranger: John groaned as he shifted around in his bed, looking to the door. "Hamish? What are you doing up so early?”

You: "C-can I come in?“ Hamish asked as he pushed the door opened. He was crying slightly, and was rubbing his eyes.

Stranger: "Of course, love. Come here, what’s wrong?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around his son.

You: Hamish snuggled into John’s chest and rested his feet on Sherlock’s back. “I h-had a b-bad d-dream.”

Stranger: John tucked the covers up and around the little boy and held him tight. “I’m sorry, do you want to tell daddy about it?” He asked softly.

You: Hamish nodded against him again and snuggled into the blankets more. “had another b-baby and forgot about me.”

Stranger: John smiled just a little and kissed his head. “We would never forget about you. You’re our first little boy.” He said, looking over at Sherlock. He had shifted over and opened his eyes a little to see what was going on.

You: Hamish looked at John and then to Sherlock and held onto John. “P-promise?”

Stranger: "I promise.“ John said. "We love you so much. How could we ever forget about you?” He said, smoothing his hand over his fine black hair.

You: Hamish shrugged a little bit. “Dunno.” He mumbled as he moved a little bit so he could roll onto Sherlock.

Stranger: Sherlock made a small noise, but wrapped his arm around the small boy. “It’s alright. Daddy and I are here.” He mumbled, cuddling him close. It was the sweetest thing John thought he had seen Sherlock do.

You: Hamish nodded and curled against Sherlock’s chest. “Love you Papa.”

Stranger: "Love you too, Hamish.“ He said. John settled back down under the covers and cuddled close to them, wrapping an arm around Sherlock’s waist.

You: "Are you and Daddy gonna have another baby?” the five year old asked.

Stranger: Sherlock flicked his eyes up at John for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. “We might, love, but not right now.” John said. “We’ve got our Mish to take care of right now and you’re enough for the both of us right now.” He smiled at Sherlock.

You: Hamish nodded. “Can I have a brother or a sister for Christmas?” he asked.

Stranger: John chuckled. “Maybe next Christmas, how about that? This year, I think Father Christmas is bringing you a few other things.”

You: Hamish nodded a little bit. “Yay!” he said. “Did Santa come yet?”

Stranger: "Maybe. How about you and I go out and see? We can let Papa sleep.“ He said, a little reluctant to leave his bed. But Hamish would take a nap at some point. 
"I’ll go too. I don’t want to miss it.” Sherlock said, holding his son close.

You: Hamish nodded and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s neck. “Carry me?”

Stranger: John smiled as Sherlock sat up, cradling Hamish against him. They got up and walked into the sitting room, where the Father Christmas presents were piled under the tree.

You: Hamish looked around the tree and pointed to all the presents under the tree. “Did you and Daddy get anything from Santa?” he asked Sherlock.

Stranger: "I think we got a couple of things. Santa’s main focus is for the children.“ He said, settling down in front of the tree. "How about you open some, yeah?” John said, handing him a small parcel.

You: Hamish slide off of Sherlock’s lap and sat in front of his Papa’s feet and took the gift from John and looked at it before pulling at the paper and pulling out a new hat that looked like a bumble bee.

Stranger: John settled in front of them to watch Hamish open his presents. “Do you like that? Papa told Santa that you would.”

You: Hamish giggled and pulled the hat on and looked at his parents. “I love bumble bees!”

Stranger: Sherlock grinned wide, proud of his choice. “Papa does too.” John said as he smiled and put another in front of him.

You: Hamish laughed again and looked at the box in front of him that John had placed. He tugged at the paper and looked at the box. It was a police car with light and sirens.

Stranger: "Like uncle Greg’s car.“ John smiled. Sherlock opened the box and took the small car out to set in front of Hamish.

You: Hamish smiled and pushed the car around and pushed it into John’s leg as he sat in John’s lap. "Can you give Papa what I gots him?” he asked John.

Stranger: "Of course.“ John said, kissing the top of his head as he reached behind them and grabbed a gift, passing it to Sherlock. He smiled softly as he opened it up. Inside was a tie with bees on it. John wasn’t sure about it, but Hamish had insisted and it wasn’t too expensive. Sherlock beamed, holding Hamish close. "I love it, did you pick it out?”

You: Hamish nodded. “Daddy didn’t think you would wear it.” He said softly. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s neck and smiled.

Stranger: "Of course I’ll wear it.“ He said, kissing his cheek and winking at John. John blushed a little, but sat another out for Hamish to open.

You: Hamish giggled a little bit and smiled again. He grabbed the package and ripped the paper off and looked at the package. "What is it?”

Stranger: John smiled, looking at Sherlock. “it’s a magnifier. Just like Papa’s.” He said. Sherlock smiled softly, opening it up for him.

You: Hamish took it and looked at it with a smile. “How does it do that!” He said happily.

Stranger: "It’s all in the glass and how it’s shaped, see?“ Sherlock showed him his hand under the lens.

You: Hamish looked at the lens and his eyes widened when the lines on Sherlock’s hand got bigger. "That’s really cool!”

Stranger: "You can look at tiny things with it.“ John said, setting out a few more for when Hamish was done.

You: Hamish smiled and nodded. "Papa will you holds it so I don’t lose it?”

Stranger: Sherlock held the magnifier in one and and kept his other wrapped around Hamish as he unwrapped his next toy.

You: Hamish pulled out a Woody doll from Toy Story. “it’s Woody!!”

Stranger: John chuckled and nodded. “Didn’t you say you liked Woody?” He said.

You: Hamish nodded quickly. “Yes! He’s my favorite!”

Stranger: Sherlock bent down and kissed the top of his head. “What about that one?” He pointed at a similarly shaped package.

You: Hamish looked at the package and climbed off of Sherlock and looked to John before pulling the paper off and pulled out Buzz. “It’s Buzz!”

Stranger: "Of course its Buzz, how could you have Woody and not Buzz?“ John said, smiling wider as he saw the joy on Hamish’s face.

You: Hamish smiled. "Can you take them out of the boxes?” he asked happily.

Stranger: "Yeah, open the others while I do that, yeah?“ He said, setting the others out.

You: Hamish nodded and pulled the paper off the other packages. He pulled out Jessie and Bullseye from Toy Story as well as some clothes.

Stranger: John got all of his toys out of their packaging and set them in front of Hamish as he watched him open his clothes. Sherlock had picked him out some small boy’s button down shirts and trousers and John had gotten him a couple jumpers and jeans.

You: "I can match you and Daddy!” He said happily to Sherlock.

Stranger: "Yep, do you like the blue? I thought you would like it.“ He smiled at him.

You: Hamish nodded. "I love blue Papa! My room is blue too!”

Stranger: "I know.“ He said, giving him a hug. "Get Daddy’s gift from you, how about it?”

You: Hamish nodded and hugged him back and climbed off of Sherlock and handed John the poorly wrapped present. “I wrapped it!”

Stranger: "You did a good job, love.“ John smiled, opening the box. It was a jumper, but it looked far more expensive than any jumper that John had bought before. He looked up at Sherlock. "You didn’t have to do this, Sherlock.” He said. “Hamish picked it out.” Sherlock said, a wicked twinkle in his eye.

You: Hamish smiled. “You like it?” he asked, nervously. “I didn’t know if you liked the color.”

Stranger: "I.. I love it, Mish.“ He smiled, holding it up. It was cream, like his other one.

You: Hamish smiled again and hugged John. "Yay!”

Stranger: John hugged him back and kissed the top of his head. “How about you play while Papa and I cook breakfast? Do you want pancakes?” He asked, rubbing his back.

You: Hamish nodded quickly. “You and Papa’s are the best!” he said as he played with his toys from Toy Story.

Stranger: John smiled warmly, wrapping his arm around Sherlock and leading him to the kitchen.