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i want so badly for cas and denise to be tragic queer situationship with internalised homophobia (because it would make so much sense for cas' character, esp in my rewrite), but idk if i wanna change denise's gender
What if the It Lives anthology and Immortal Desires were in the same universe? What if the Power and the Ley lines are one and the same? The Power in Westchester was corrupted, but in Crimson Beech the vampires and humans have been honoring the source of the Power/Ley line through the Autumn Festival. The vampires need the Power to survive, so it makes sense for them to protect it. Maybe they'd go as far as to kill anyone who showed too much interest in the ley lines? Either way, the vamps protecting the ley lines prevents it from getting corrupted.
The ley lines gave ID MC powers, just like the Power did with It Lives characters. ID witches did a ritual with the Ley lines to become vampires, and Matthias and Lincoln did rituals to gain power as well.
Both the Power and the Ley lined can be used to provide and sustain life. Both can be destructive when used by the wrong person (like Matthias and the Creator).
The Power in Pine Springs and Westchester are examples of what happens when it's not protected. ID lore has made it sound like the Creators were all power hungry creatures. A group of witches who got greedy. But what if they served a deeper purpose? If the witches' purpose is to maintain balance between creatures and the earth, maybe it was the original job of the Creators and vampires to protect the Power/Ley lines, which provide livelihood to said creatures?
It may not be serious to some people but I low-key want to hold an event or minor trend were we take actual Choices characters and draw them protesting against the company! I even want to make some myself!
I even thought of some slogans:
“Cordonians against AI” for TRR
“AI DOESNT “Live” within us!” for ILITW
“No desire and No Decorum for AI!” for D&D
“Nothing Magical about AI!” for Kindred
“Tell AI to getaway!” for “Getway girls
That and make “artist” characters from Choices go against AI!!
Just wanted to bring the community together. If you want to make art and use the slogans above go ahead! 😊😊😊😊
With May coming to a close this week, I'd like to get feedback on how you think the Reblog Event went. But don't worry, if you haven't finished reblogging, you still have another few days (but honestly, missed the event? reblog whenever you can, I can't imagine anyone being upset to get late reblogs!)
Did your work get some more attention?
How many work(s) did you interact with? (ie: 0-5, 5-10, 10-15, 15-20, 20+, everything)
Did you enjoy the works you interacted with? Did you just read books you already read for or did you venture into other books?
Did you interact more on Tumblr or AO3 or equally?
Do you think this event was successful?
Would you like to see another event like this in the future?
What changes would you like to see if there was another event? Did you like the structure of posting all the works at once and having a month to interact? Or would you prefer less works?
Please answer any and all you are comfortable with. You can comment, reblog, send an anon ask, or DM me. Whatever works for you!
The works I submitted for the even got more attention, but even some of my other works got attention as a result, which is reallyyyy appreciated!! I also discovered new people in the fandom whose works I enjoyed. I'd say the event was definitely a success, and I'd love to seen an event like this in the future <3
⟢ "I can‘t fucking stand you."
"Then why are you standing so close?"
"I… What?"
⟢ "Back off."
"Stop leaning in."
finalllyyyy wrote this. i'm so sorry it's been months😭😭😭 thank you for ask @rjschoicesstuff <3
botc 2, Gabe's pov
"Would you like to stay? I just made dinner.”
“You’re still eating human food? You know we don’t need to eat everyday, right?” He’s teasing me, but he steps inside nonetheless. I roll my eyes.
“Don’t eat if you don’t want to. I have blood bags, but I’m guessing you don’t want that either.”
He gags, “How dare you even mention it. No, I’ll eat your food. Devi’s always raving about how good your cooking is, I’d like to see for myself.”
I roll my eyes again. He makes himself at home immediately, sprawling onto my small couch.
“Your room is very… you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s very neat and tidy. Cozy.”
“Only you could make that sound like an insult.”
“Yeah, because there’s no personality.”
“There is plenty of personality.”
“Nah.”
“Never cleaning your room isn’t ‘personality’, Cas.”
He chuckles as I walk into my kitchen.
The Nexus rooms for coven members are like small studio apartments. My bed, couch, and kitchen all neatly organized in the same little room. I’d say I did a good job at making it work.
I collect two plates and pile my food onto them. I find myself getting a little nervous as I hand Cas his plate. I know I’m a good cook, and he’s the last person I need approval from. But I want him to like it. I watch his expression as he takes a bite, the slight raise of his eyebrows as he chews, before he puts on a neutral expression once again.
“It’s decent.”
“High praise,” I say sarcastically as I sit on the opposite end of the couch.
“The highest you’ll get from me, babe.”
My heart skips a beat and I hope to god he didn’t hear it. The slight smirk on his face as he eats tells me he did, but for once he doesn’t tease me about it.
We finish eating in a few minutes, and I head back into the kitchen to wash the dishes. To my surprise, Cas follows behind me.
“Are you gonna help wash up?” I ask, as he stands next to me by the sink.
“I’ve got nothing better to do.”
His voice has taken on a somber tone. When I glance at him, his hands are trembling ever so slightly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yep.”
“Are you sure? Your hands are shaking.”
“Back off,” he says, more annoyed than threatening
“Stop leaning in then,” I shoot back.
He glances down like he’s just now noticing the limited space between us, before stepping back with a smirk.
“Do I make you nervous, Golden Boy?”
“No.” Yes.
“Really? I can hear your heartbeat, you know.”
“You don’t make me nervous, Cas,” I say, taking a step closer to him.
“Ooh, so tough,” he says in a low voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
“I can’t fucking stand you.”
“Then why are you standing so close?”
“I- what-”
“Cute,” Cas chuckles.
“Shut up.”
“Or what?” He leans in closer, our bodies now just an inch apart. For a second, I think I see his eyes flicker down to my lips.
