Keeping today simple with the two leaving behind their superhero snow sculptures because tomorrow, I gotta dress them kids up for prom. Also, I should really finish those other drawings still on the back burner. I’ll be on the tablet tomorrow at least? Yes.
Simon Snow is sleeping in my bed. I can see his chest rising and falling, even in the darkness. I change into my pyjamas and lie on the bed beside him, trying not to touch him. (That would be terrible.) (I just got fed.)
He’s wearing his watford pyjamas, but I can see some of the moles below his neck. I wish I could trace them with my lips.
I watch him until I fall asleep, too.
I wake up in the middle of the night feeling something hot on my skin. Fingers. Snow’s fingers. Snow’s fingers on my skin. Under my pyjamas. I don’t dare to open my eyes in case this is a dream.
An SQ oneshot with
added Evil Charming Brotp and Regal Believer feels. Diverges from canon as it
assumes Emma and Regina were together back in Season One. Whilst Emma and Snow
are trapped in the Enchanted Forest, David accidentally discovers something important,
something that could bring his family back together. (Can’t give too much away
without spoiling the story)
Apologies for any
mistakes. I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Hope you all enjoy :)
It’s taking too long.
That’s his first thought every morning when he wakes up. He
lays in the bed he should be sharing with his wife, in the apartment where his
daughter should be and laments how long it is taking to get them back.
He rolls over and looks at the calendar. It’s been two
months since Emma and Snow fell through that portal and yet they’re still no
closer to an answer. They spent weeks chasing the hat only for Spencer to burn
it in vengeance. Since then they’ve been glued to books and spells hoping
against hope that something would work.
So guess who finally watched Yuri On Ice? I am fucking in love with all of it.
I tried to make the Disney characters match the personalities of those they replaced. Snow White is the exception, because I have been called out on not including her in a lot of my edits lmao.
For Esmeralda, I literally asked my father and brother which Disney lady they could see getting roaring drunk. It was unanimous for half a minute before we remembered Meg. Now they’ve both requested I make Esmeralda and Meg edits with them the lesbian owners of a Speak Easy in the Prohibition Era. So you might see that in a month or two.
Synopsis: It’s Simon’s 19th birthday and Penelope wants to throw him a surprise party. She decides to have Baz take him out for a few drinks to get them out of the way. A truce for one night just before summer, Snow and Baz get to finally know each other after living together for almost a year. College!AU For the Simon’s b-day fic project by @sncwbaz
Pairing: Simon Snow/Baz Pitch
“You’re absurd if you think I or Snow will go along with this Bunce”
“You’ll find a way to persuade him, you always do.”
I raise an eyebrow in response.
“It’s his birthday Baz. I just want him to have a nice day.”
I sigh, only Bunce would come up with a plan as utterly ridiculous as this.
“You just have to take him out for a few hours while we set up a party for him here. It’s nothing major, a few drinks, I’ll pay if you want! We just need to get him out for a while.”
It’s Simon Snow’s birthday in two days and Penelope Bunce has come up with the brilliant idea of throwing him a surprise party in our apartment.
There are only five things you need to know about the tragedy that is Simon Snow;
1: He’s obsessed with food (like really obsessed, it’s all he thinks about)
2: Due to unfortunate, mandatory housing arrangements, he and I live together
3: He’s studying to be a teacher because he is practically a child himself (though he will deny it)
4: He despises me because I accidently pushed him down the stairs on moving day at the start of the year.
5: I’m hopelessly in love with him.
We were assigned to live together at the start of the year and it’s only gone downhill since then.
The first few months were torture.
Living with the drop dead gorgeous student with blonde curls and piecing blue eyes that made my breath catch was bad enough but said student was also the greatest idiot I had ever met.
He got crumbs all over our tiny apartment, he was always hogging the T.V. by watching sci-fi shows with his best friend Penelope with the big frizzy red hair and purple glasses and he never knew when to shut up.
Simon Snow could talk for days on end and never pause to take a breath. And most of what he says is utter nonsense but nobody calls him out on it. Well, nobody except me.
He’s also a hypocrite. Because while he doesn’t care that his chatter all day disturbs me, the minute I got out my violin and practised, he started complaining about the noise.
Though I suppose I had been playing at two in the morning but in my defence how was I supposed to sleep knowing that Snow was sleeping half naked on the other side of my bedroom wall?
Of course I couldn’t tell him that so I told him I was stressed about school.
He actually had the nerve to narrow those perfect blonde eyebrows of his and ask if I wanted to talk about it.
I told him he needed to stop acting like his annoying ex girlfriend Agatha and keep out of my business.
He stormed back into his room in a huff and I almost continued playing just to rile him up further.
But I didn’t.
Because that night when he stormed into my room, his eyes filled with exhaustion and rage, his hair tussled from sleep and so much of his glistening brown skin on show was the night that I finally accepted that I was quickly falling in love with him.
“Why don’t you take him out and I’ll help set up the party?” I suggest “Snow’s much more likely to agree to go out with you than with me.”
‘Because he’s straight.’ I remind myself 'And even if he weren’t, you’re the last person he’d want to be with.’
Bunce avoids my eyes, “I thought of that but our friends weren’t sure…”
I roll my eyes, “Your friends are afraid to be alone with me? Really? Just what rumours are Snow and you spreading about me?”
Bunce huffs, “You aren’t exactly subtle about your hatred for Simon, Baz. Plus you know I can never lie to him. I know you can so please? Just this one day, do something nice for him.”
Bunce is unfortuantly right.
If I can lie about my feelings for him for all these months then I should be able to hide his surprise party from him for a few hours.
Summer holidays start in two weeks anyway and I’ll be free of the -oh so perfect- Simon Snow for two whole months.
“Fine” I say, keeping the edge in my tone so Bunce knows that I’m not one bit happy about this.
Bunce’s eyes widen with joy and surprise and she grins madly,
“Oh thank you, thank you! You’re doing me a massive favour Baz! I won’t forget this.”
“You better not” I mutter but she doesn’t seem to be listening to me anymore
“Would you be able to take him out around 7? We should have everything sorted by 9 so could you be back by then? Oh this is amazing, he’ll love it!”
Penelope is already halfway out the door and is looking around my apartment and murmuring about where to put what.
“You’re a star Baz! See you then!”
And then the door slams closed. I wince and wonder what on earth I’ve gotten myself into.
Katniss Everdeen, and her two friends, Madge and Annie, arrive at the small town of Mansfield, two and a half hours out of Melbourne, just as the sun was rising. The three girls have come across from Perth to spend two months in the snow. They’ve not long graduated university, and their friend Delly Cartwright, invited them to come stay at her dads bed and breakfast in Mansfield, just under an hour away from Mt Buller Ski Resort.
Of course they’re not spending all their time in the snow. They have a two week stay in Melbourne booked before they fly home. So essentially they have six weeks in the snow and six weeks to spend with Delly. Delly spent a year in Perth, studying at UWA with the others, she lived with Madge and her family for that time. In that year her father remarried, after losing her mother to breast cancer, only thirteen months before.
Delly hates and loathes everything about the new Mrs Cartwright. She has always said, the best thing the woman ever did was give her a baby sister. Only after a couple of days, Katniss was beginning to understand Delly’s hatred for the woman. She’s rude, obnoxious and down right nasty. Where her father welcomed the girls with a warm and hospitable demeanour, Stella Cratwright was aloof and indifferent. Causing Katniss’ skin to prickle with goosebumps of the creepy kind.
However, as awful as she is -or rather was- she certainly didn’t deserve to be murdered. And that’s were this story really begins.
On the fourth morning, they had all been woken by a high pitched scream. They all ran to the source of the sound, and were met by a very ashen and shaken cleaner. Mr Cartwright peered into the room, only to see the the lifeless body of his wife, Stella Cartwright. She was apparently the third woman to be found dead, in less than two weeks, in similar circumstances. A serial killer apparently is on the loose, in the otherwise sleepy town.
Enter Senior detective Sergeant Abernathy, of the Victorian homicide division, and his two detective Sergeants O'dair and Mellark. SDS Abernathy was greasy, grumpy, blunt and likely a functioning alcoholic, but Katniss can’t be sure. The two sergeants are two of the hottest guys Katniss has ever seen. DS O'dair is possibly the most gorgeous man that has walked this earth. Bronze hair, sparkling green eyes and a smile that could charm anything in a skirt.
DS Mellark though, is the one that sets Katniss’ heart racing. Soft blonde curls, eyes as blue as the ocean, and although she’s sure his smile has won many girls hearts, it’s shyer and more discerning than O'dairs. She’s certain that the way her eyes roam over him from top to bottom, is probably illegal and so many kinds of wrong, but everything about him is intoxicating, from the one rebel curl that constantly falls in his eyes, to the way his suit pants hug his ass.
With the first fourty eight hours being so critical in catching the person responsible, DSS Abernathy and his two sergeants set about questioning everyone. The B&B is a revolving door of more cops, forensic investigators and medical examiners. Mr Cartwright was a mess, Delly was indifferent and her baby sister was too young to know what was going on. Katniss, Annie and Madge did their very best to comfort the family.
The cops set up shop in one of the larger rooms of the bed and breakfast. The whole place was considered a crime scene, so there was tape set up to cordon off the area. No one was allowed to leave, and by the end of the day the other guests, and Katniss and her friends were starting to feel like hostages. The scene around them was morbid and chaotic, as their holiday had turned into a nightmare.
Today Delly was suppose to take them up to the snow for their first snow board lesson. Growing up in Perth, Australia, they had never seen snow before. Poor Delly couldn’t apologise enough, even with the other three girls telling her constantly that it’s not her fault.
“I’m so sorry guys.” Delly apologised for the hundredth time.
A profiler came from Melbourne just after lunch, and a more brash person you will never meet. Johanna Mason came barreling into Mansfield like a cyclone. She didn’t seem to be much older than Katniss and her friends, but she was smart and dressed to kill. Katniss couldn’t quite figure out if she like the short woman or not. She was very suspicious of everyone, including the three girls from Perth.
What Katniss did know was, that in the few hours, since the homicide detectives had arrived, she has become quite smitten with one DS Mellark. She steals glances at him every now and then, when he’s wandering around. She ogles him from a distance, and gets so caught up in the blue of his eyes, or the way his suits seems to accentuate his body. Or his straight white teeth that are exposed, every time he smiles.
He’s caught her watching too, and she flushes with embarrassment everytime he sends her a knowing smile. Not that he’s egotistical about it, more flattered than anything, she thinks. And she thinks maybe that he is watching her too, but she can’t be sure, because she never keeps her eyes trained on him long enough to find out, completely mortified that he has caught her checking him out.
She learns his first name quite by accident, when her and Madge were walking through the dining room of the B&B. Peeta. Such an odd name, but it suits him perfectly. Again she thinks, it’s probably somewhat inappropriate to be thinking about him the way she is. By the time Stella Cartwrights body is taken away in the coroners car, Katniss feels she should be sitting in a confessional booth, confessing her sinful thoughts, despite not being religious.
The fourty eight hour mark passes and the detectives are no closer to having a suspect. From the snippets of conversation she overhears, Katniss surmises that despite all the victims being murdered in the same way, the killer seems to be erratic and likely female. It’s not often you hear of female serial killers, but considering the common denominator between the victims -they’ve all been younger wives of much older men- Johanna seems to think it’s a vengeful ex-wife or lover.
By the fourth day since the murder, the town was getting restless. They wanted answers and someone to blame for three of their own being taken from them. So DSS Abernathy called a meeting at the town hall, to try an placate the townsfolk. He assured them they were doing everything in their power to catch the person responsible. He gives advice to everyone as to what to watch out for, and if they suspect anyone, to call them on a number he provides.
His words seem to calm everyone down, despite the plethora of questions the community throw at him. Katniss is quite surprised that he has remained as calm and professional as he has been, considering he’s such a surly bastard most of the time. He finishes out the meeting by telling everyone to go about their normal business and to stay calm and vigilant. Then he, O'dair, Johanna and Peeta leave the room.
The next day DSS Abernathy heads back to Melbourne, leaving the other three to mingle with the community to try and get close to them. Katniss notices that the three of them relax, almost as soon as Abernathy’s car pulls out of the B&B. She’s also very aware of Peetas eyes on her more now, that the older man had gone. However other than the questioning the first day they were here, Peeta hasn’t uttered one word to any of them.
But that all changes by the end of the first week, and the girls have all gone to a local pub to hopefully get drunk, and forget about everything that has happened this week. They’re a couple of hours in, and well on their way to being more than a little tipsy, when Annie nudges Katniss with her elbow, trying to get her attention. When Katniss looks up, Annie is nodding in the direction of the bar.
Her eyes follow her gesture, and a small gasp leaves her mouth at the sight of Peeta, DS O'dair and Johanna Mason in everyday clothes, ordering drinks at the bar. She supposes cops need down time too, but with the freshness of the case and the urgency to stop the killer, Katniss just assumed that they worked day and night. Peeta wore black jeans and a long sleeved navy blue shirt and Katniss couldn’t help but notice, how it bought out the blue in his eyes.
Even from this distance she can see them sparkling. The barman hands over three beers and before Katniss could react, Peeta had turned and had somehow picked her out in the crowd. A smile forms on his lips and Katniss can feel the heat taking over her cheeks. She watches as he says something to the others, and the handsome O'dair and the brash Mason, turn their heads towards them as well.
Suddenly panic starts to set in, as Peeta makes his way towards their table, the other two following behind. She hears Delly mumble something under her breath, as Katniss nervously plays with a strand of hair, that has fallen out from under her beanie. She takes a long draw of her beer, her eyes drifting to the floor, to hide the redness that has taken over her cheeks. She can’t control the desire that courses through her, when he comes to a stop just to her left.
“Miss Cartwright.” He greets towards Delly, although Katniss can feel his eyes trained on her. “It’s nice to see you out and about with your friends, given the circumstances.”
“Hello Sergeant Mellark. We couldn’t stand being cooped up in that place anymore. Plus Katniss, Annie and Madge are only here for a little while.”
“Aah, that’s right, you girls are from Perth right?” It’s DS O'dair.
They all nod and Katniss still feels uneasy under Peeta’s gaze.
“So what brings you all here?” Johanna asks.
“We know Delly from UNI. She studied for a year with us. She invited us all over for a holiday and show us the snow, but…well considering what has happened….” Madge trails off, her voice disheartened.
“So any idea when we can actually leave Mansfield so I can show my friends Mt Buller?” Delly asks, her eyes drifting between the three of them.
The three detectives answer with shakes of their heads.
“Sorry ladies, we can’t talk about it.” Peeta answers.
Delly rolls her eyes. Katniss can feel the pubs patrons eyes on their table. It must be strange to see Delly, the victims step daughter, interacting with the police, who she is sure has questioned probably every person in here. Katniss thinks it’s somewhat inappropriate for them to be speaking to the cops, but she hasn’t been able to find her voice to relay her opinion, momentarily stunned by how good one DS Peeta Mellark looks. Again, probably all kinds of wrong, she thinks.
It’s Annie that speaks instead, asking the question that had just been on Katniss’ mind.
“Should you guys even be talking to us? Aren’t we all still suspects?”
Katniss watches the reaction of all three detectives. Johanna’s face stays impassive, O'dair’s eyes have gone a little wide and Peeta is scratching at the back of his head.
“Ah no….you’ve all been cleared.” Peeta answers, shaking his head.
“So why are we still being kept here like hostages then?” Delly asks, a glint of anger in her eyes.
Katniss notices that all three of them look a little uncomfortable.
“Miss Cartwright….” O'dair starts. “You have to understand that we are trying to solve a murder here and just make sure no one else gets hurt. We can’t do that if you leave.”
“It’s not like we fit the criteria of the victims, we certainly haven’t been involved with any older married men lately.” Her voice full of spite for her dead step mother.
All three detectives eyes go wide and their brows are creased, as they try to understand how Delly knows so much about the case.
“How….How do you know about that?” Johanna questions.
Again Delly rolls her eyes before setting Johanna with a knowing look.
“I live here, Mansfield isn’t a big place. it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”
Not to mention the fact that she had studied criminal law.
“And just how upset were you, that your dad married someone so much younger than him?” She questions again and it’s starting to feel like they’re interrogating her.
Katniss watches as Delly narrows her eyes at the brash woman standing next to her. Her, Annie and Madge have stood silently still through the whole thing, too afraid to say anything.
“Not enough to kill her if that’s what you’re suggesting?”
She turns to the other three and nods her head in the direction of the door.
“Cmon girls, we don’t have to answer any of their question, not without a lawyer present.”
The three girls follow Delly, but not before Katniss hears Peeta scolding Johanna.
“Way to go Jo!” He growls.
Katniss throws a quick look over her shoulder, and is surprised to see Peeta looking straight back at her, while O'dair and Johanna whisper angrily between each other. Their eyes connect for what seems like forever, when his soften a little. Then she is certain she sees what looks like apology in his eyes, and the sincerity almost has her gasping. She quickly turns her head back, and picks up her pace to catch up with the others, who are nearly out the door.
February 9 1959, 9 young experienced Russion hikers set out they were a ski instructor, engineers and students from the former Soviet Union’s Ural Polytechnic Institute in Sverdlovsk. The leader, 23 year old Igor Dyatlov organized the team of female and male skiers. They set off January 28, on February 11 the team were supposed to have reached Vizhai, but once a week had gone by with no word from the hikers family informed the police. And what they found was a horrific sight.
The search party that were sent out found the abandoned campsite (as pictured above), on the Kholat Sykahl, roughly translated in the native tongue as “Moutain of the dead”. All what was left at the campsite was the badly damaged tent, and footprints from eight different people that spiraled around the campsite. The groups belongings and shoes were left inside, was baffled the search team was the fact that the sent was ripped, and that many experienced hikers had left, in freezing conditions, without their shoes or clothes.
At a fire nearly 1500 feet from the campsite two dead bodies were found, frozen – both men naked and without their shoes. Their hands completely mashed into bloody pulp, as they had attempted to climb the pine trees until eventually their skin had tore away from their hands (DNA tests later proved this, by the skin found on the bark of the broken branches around the area). Found 900 feet away from the campsite was leader Igor Dyatlov, found frozen in a position which suggested he was covering his face with his arm, to protect himself from an unknown assailant. And the rest of the bodies began piling up…
An engineer found with a fracture 7 inches deep in his skull.
One of the female hikers was found the furthest way, though there were no signs of a struggle on her body.
Two months after the snow had thawed, the four remaining hikers were discovered, their chests had been crushed, and it was a described has having the same impact and strength as a ‘car crash’. The last corpse found was that of a female, her face frozen in a silent scream but upon closer inspection it was found that her tongue had been ripped out of her mouth.
There are two factors which have never been explained and result to why these nine deaths remain such a mystery. The tent, had massive claw like rips but these rips, came from the inside and were the only point of entry or exit during the mad dash – the zip on the tent was still closed. And second, the clothes found had tracings of radiation on them.
So what caused these nine highly experienced hikers to be in such a mad dash that they left their tent, clothes, and shoes in sub zero temperatures? And what caused their injuries?
Some say aliens, another thought is a mad yeti on the loose in the mountains. And others think that it’s a military experiment gone wrong.
Summary: We’re a million miles from home…a million miles from anyone that we know. Well, 1,018 miles to be exact with almost nothing.
We brought very few things with us: a mattress, a small television, a box of movies, Prim’s crib from when she was a baby, one suitcase of clothes for both us, a few kitchen utensils and an old futon. When Willow was a couple of months old, I loaded up my jeep and left Texas in the middle of the night. With $2000 in cash and pay-as-you-go phone, we drove to our new home.
Little did I know, that the drive would destroy the carburetor on my jeep and cause me to go into a full panic once we got here. My car was making a terrible knocking sound and would die at stop signs. I opened up the phone book that was left on our stairs before we moved in and called the first repair shop on the list. Thankfully the shop took me back home while they looked over the car. I cried two hours later as they told me the problem and how much it would cost to fix it. I thanked them and let them know I’d be in soon to pick it.
I wasn’t too far from campus; I could walk if need be. Grocery shopping would cause a bit of an issue, but I could get a bike. The problem? The two feet of snow outside and 5 more months of it to come. I cried again when they called back to tell me that a local church has covered the cost to fix it and they’d bring it back when it was done. I made a mental note to repay them someday. Who knows when, but eventually.
Group shot. I’m going to be upgrading this tank in the next month or two so stay tuned. Current discus:
Mercury- red scribble stendker
Pearl- Snow White
Neptune- cobalt blue
Fitch- cobalt blue
Rio- wild yellow
Turk- brilliant turquoise
PROMPT: The commander has to go away on official business for a couple months but tells Clarke that she wants to keep in contact so they send each other letters. Lexa won’t admit she misses Clarke even though is super obvious.
Again, stream of consciousness, very little editing.
tries not to imagine that it is very possible—far too possible—that she may never see Lexa again. That the last
moment she saw her, draped in dark fabric, and worn armor, might be her last—that
their final touch wouldn’t be anything more than the awkward almost that existed in the brush of
their fingertips when Lexa stepped away. When the commander slammed back into
place, and the grounder’s face evened out into the placid serenity that she hefted
on her shoulders for the world to see.
Clarke does everything in her power to not imagine that.
•What happened to Goshi’s younger brother? Did he survive Christmas 2012?
•Who is actually able to marry into the Hīragi Clan? I mean when even the most prestigious and mightiest branch families aren’t good enough who then?
•Does Kureto or any other of the remaining children have a fiancé/e? Or was Mahiru the only one who got one?
•What year is it in the Ons world? Vampire reign started in 2020 but around the end of season two it’s snowing and after the three/four months skip…? That would also mean that the charas are now lil bit older
•Does Shinya remember his last name? Or does he even care ?
On this day in music history: February 29, 1980 - Buddy Holly’s signature horn rimmed glasses are found in the archives of the Gordo County Sheriffs office in Mason City, IA. Thought to have been lost in the plane crash in February 1959 that claimed Holly’s life, they are discovered in a sealed manila envelope in the Sheriffs office in Mason City, IA. The prescription glasses were originally found on April 7, 1959, two months after the crash buried in a snow drift. Holly originally purchased the glasses from his optometrist Dr. J. Davis Armistead in 1957 for $20, who in turn acquired the Faiosa plastic frames while on vacation in Mexico City. They are returned to Holly’s widow Maria Elena, who keeps them until October 1998. The glasses are purchased from her for $80,000 by the non-profit cultural organization Civic Lubbock in Holly’s hometown of Lubbock, TX, and are on permanent display at the Buddy Holly Center along with numerous other artifacts that were owned by the rock & roll icon.