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Desperate Souls: Chapter One

Summary:

Notes:

I barely heard the pathetic little rap on the front entrance of the Dark Castle. Whenever I spin, I fall deep into a vortex. To forget. But the faint knocking continued and after I magicked myself down to the foyer, I snapped my fingers and the door swung open.

A cloaked creature tumbled at my feet unable to rise.

“What the hell do you want?” I demanded. The rain was lashing against the windows, the clouds rumbled above, and my visitor was soaked to the bone. “Well?” My shout echoed throughout the castle.

“Please, Dark One, please help me! I didn’t know who else to go to!” A familiar feminine voice responded.

I flicked back her hood, curled my finger under her chin, and raised her head up. Belle of Avonlea was humbled before me, bruised and bloodied. She was one of those pesky heroes who roamed the countryside, bent on liberating the people from the clutches of us villains. Snow White and Prince David led the heroes. How Belle of Avonlea joined them, I don’t know, but from the start she was different from the rest. She rarely carried a weapon; she preferred books and trickery to brute force.

I’ve had a few encounters with the sly little minx. Once, I was on my way to the Evil Queen’s to pay a call and Belle ambushed me out of nowhere, and plunged a dagger in my back. The one time she carries a weapon! Well, it wasn’t much of an ambush. I could sense her presence, heard her panting for breath, her feet hitting every infernal twig in the whole damn forest. She wanted to slay the beast.

I jerked the dagger out of my skin and spinning around, pinned her against the tree. Were she anyone else, I’d have slit her pretty throat right then and there. Let her blood soak the ground, a warning for the heroes of what awaited them if they attempted something so foolhardy. But I peered into her eyes and despite her intentions, her heart and spirit were pure. She only wanted to do good. Rid the world of evil and whatnot. The deep calleth unto the deep, my perverse little soul was drawn to hers.

Rather than cut her, I leaned in and kissed her softly. She gasped against my lips and when I backed away, releasing her, she didn’t wipe my kiss off. Actually, she licked her lips. Not my finest moment, for all I knew she would tell others I had grown soft and had feelings for her. I didn’t; I just wanted to ruffle her feathers. Vex her, confuse her, tease her. Belle stood there, palm on chest, breathing heavily, befuddled at my actions. She then scampered off, back to her group of heroes.

The next time I saw her, I was going to and fro following the heroes spying on them, fully invisible. None of them knew I was there. They couldn’t. Well, Belle of Avonlea somehow detected I was there. She kept looking in my direction, wearing the identical expression she wore after I kissed her. She couldn’t see me, but her pure soul sensed my wretched one. She could have alerted the heroes of my presence. Should have, if she had any loyalty to them. Not that they could have done anything to subdue me. But she could have warned them to stop talking. Yet she didn’t. She let them ramble about their futile plans. I went on my way, knowing precisely how to thwart their future strikes against me.

The third time, I had taken on the form of one of their own and heard the fools discussing invading my Dark Castle. To take me down. Make me their slave. Control me and have all the power in the realm. Belle of Avonlea claimed to know how, having gleaned special knowledge from an ancient book in an obscure language. It was a ruse. She blatantly lied to them and they believed her. They failed.

That last encounter was over a week ago.

“Please, they will kill me. Please.” Belle whimpered.

Tears eked out from beneath her purple swollen lids. Her lovely face was bloodied and if I wasn’t all knowing, I wouldn’t have recognized her. She wouldn’t last much longer on her own. Hell, she was half-dead already. Only the gods knew what trouble she had gotten herself into. Or what trouble she was about to get into now that she was in my custody.

I couldn’t bear her crying. I scooped her up in my arms, silently commanded the door to close, and carried her up to one of the bed chambers. Not that I felt sorry for her. Oh no, for I had great plans for Belle of Avonlea.

Desperate Souls: Chapter One

Summary:

Notes:

I barely heard the pathetic little rap on the front entrance of the Dark Castle. Whenever I spin, I fall deep into a vortex. To forget. But the faint knocking continued and after I magicked myself down to the foyer, I snapped my fingers and the door swung open.

A cloaked creature tumbled at my feet unable to rise.

“What the hell do you want?” I demanded. The rain was lashing against the windows, the clouds rumbled above, and my visitor was soaked to the bone. “Well?” My shout echoed throughout the castle.

“Please, Dark One, please help me! I didn’t know who else to go to!” A familiar feminine voice responded.

I flicked back her hood, curled my finger under her chin, and raised her head up. Belle of Avonlea was humbled before me, bruised and bloodied. She was one of those pesky heroes who roamed the countryside, bent on liberating the people from the clutches of us villains. Snow White and Prince David led the heroes. How Belle of Avonlea joined them, I don’t know, but from the start she was different from the rest. She rarely carried a weapon; she preferred books and trickery to brute force.

I’ve had a few encounters with the sly little minx. Once, I was on my way to the Evil Queen’s to pay a call and Belle ambushed me out of nowhere, and plunged a dagger in my back. The one time she carries a weapon! Well, it wasn’t much of an ambush. I could sense her presence, heard her panting for breath, her feet hitting every infernal twig in the whole damn forest. She wanted to slay the beast.

I jerked the dagger out of my skin and spinning around, pinned her against the tree. Were she anyone else, I’d have slit her pretty throat right then and there. Let her blood soak the ground, a warning for the heroes of what awaited them if they attempted something so foolhardy. But I peered into her eyes and despite her intentions, her heart and spirit were pure. She only wanted to do good. Rid the world of evil and whatnot. The deep calleth unto the deep, my perverse little soul was drawn to hers.

Rather than cut her, I leaned in and kissed her softly. She gasped against my lips and when I backed away, releasing her, she didn’t wipe my kiss off. Actually, she licked her lips. Not my finest moment, for all I knew she would tell others I had grown soft and had feelings for her. I didn’t; I just wanted to ruffle her feathers. Vex her, confuse her, tease her. Belle stood there, palm on chest, breathing heavily, befuddled at my actions. She then scampered off, back to her group of heroes.

The next time I saw her, I was going to and fro following the heroes spying on them, fully invisible. None of them knew I was there. They couldn’t. Well, Belle of Avonlea somehow detected I was there. She kept looking in my direction, wearing the identical expression she wore after I kissed her. She couldn’t see me, but her pure soul sensed my wretched one. She could have alerted the heroes of my presence. Should have, if she had any loyalty to them. Not that they could have done anything to subdue me. But she could have warned them to stop talking. Yet she didn’t. She let them ramble about their futile plans. I went on my way, knowing precisely how to thwart their future strikes against me.

The third time, I had taken on the form of one of their own and heard the fools discussing invading my Dark Castle. To take me down. Make me their slave. Control me and have all the power in the realm. Belle of Avonlea claimed to know how, having gleaned special knowledge from an ancient book in an obscure language. It was a ruse. She blatantly lied to them and they believed her. They failed.

That last encounter was over a week ago.

“Please, they will kill me. Please.” Belle whimpered.

Tears eked out from beneath her purple swollen lids. Her lovely face was bloodied and if I wasn’t all knowing, I wouldn’t have recognized her. She wouldn’t last much longer on her own. Hell, she was half-dead already. Only the gods knew what trouble she had gotten herself into. Or what trouble she was about to get into now that she was in my custody.

I couldn’t bear her crying. I scooped her up in my arms, silently commanded the door to close, and carried her up to one of the bed chambers. Not that I felt sorry for her. Oh no, for I had great plans for Belle of Avonlea.

💚Hunger Games & Friends for Helene Relief 💚

Recently, Hurricane Helene has devastated areas of Appalachia and in particular Asheville, North Carolina. It is the deadliest mainland hurricane in the US since Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Many have lost their homes, possessions, and are struggling for food and other basic necessities. And, at the time of this posting, more damage is expected from oncoming Hurricane Milton.

The hurricane hit many areas that are historically impoverished, and the North Carolina State Climate office state that "the full extent of this event will take years to document – not to mention, to recover from."

Katniss Everdeen’s home, District 12, is set in Appalachia, and The Hunger Games movie was filmed in Asheville, NC, and so the Hunger Games fandom wanted to put together a fundraiser and invite our friends from other fandoms to join.

Hunger Games & Friends for Helene Relief is a fanworks fundraiser to raise money for local charities addressing the needs in Asheville, NC and other areas affected by Hurricane Helene. Fanfiction authors and fanartists from any fandom can volunteer to submit a new work to the collection. Fans who donate to one of the approved charities can then email the fundraiser proof of the donation and receive all of the fanwork submitted to the collection. 

Approved charities: Our focus mainly is on local charities who have ties to the community, know their needs, and will stay for the long haul in these communities over the years as they rebuild. There are a handful of charities of people coming in to help with the relief and rebuilding. The charities we’re approving are: Asheville Habitat; Babies Need Bottoms; Black Mountain Home; Erwin Unicoi County Animal Welfare; Gofundme for helicopter fuel for airdropping food to remote locations; Greater Good Charities; Homeward Bound; Manna Food Bank; Mercy Chefs; Mountain Projects

For more information about each of these, please see this post.

Fanwork criteria: As mentioned before, the work needs to be new and not published on any other platform. We ask for a three-month period from the release of the collection until authors and artists post their work to another platform. Fanwork can be from any fandom, for any character or ship. All fanwork must be rated PG-13/T or lower. As organizers, we won’t be able to verify the ages of those donating for the collection and cannot risk sending explicit material to minors.

Timeline: We want all interested contributors to commit to the collection by October 26 by submitting this google form. Final works must be submitted to [email protected] by November 10. The organizers will then compile the collection and it will be released November 23. Those fans who would like access to the collection can email proof of donation to [email protected] at any time up through December 23. Those who email prior to November 23 will have access on the day and those who email after release day will receive it as soon as possible once the proof of donation is received. Fanfiction authors can then publish their work on other platforms February 23, 2025.

Questions or comments can be sent here on our tumblr or emailed to [email protected]

Whether you write, donate, and/or reblog, we appreciate your support!

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🚨 Emergency Moving Fund Needed For Trans DV Survivor to Avoid Homelessness! Urgent Mutual Aid Request! 🚨

Help needed for an emergency move cross-country to avoid being homeless. I’m a DV survivor in recovery & I’ve been living on a couch in a friend’s apartment but their landlords just announced they’re kicking me out on Oct. 1. I have a safe place at a friend’s house to land & restart my life with tons of local support but it’s several states away. I will be taking my cat & the belongings I don’t have in my storage unit with me in a rental car & stopping at a hotel during the halfway point (2 day drive total). If I cannot afford the drive/gas/hotel down there, then I become homeless. Obviously I would like to avoid this at all costs. Even if you donated just $10 or $20, that would make a huge difference. Same with sharing/reblogging this post for more visibility. Thank you for your time.

Cash App: $skelstera

Venmo: @skelstera

PayPal: [email protected]

Breakdown of money needed:

Rental Car: $240

Hotel: $120

Gas: $110

Phone Bill: $50

Storage Unit Rent: $334

Instant Transfer Fees: $6

Total: $860

The phone bill is so I can have access to directions to my new address several states away & emergency phone calls while driving etc. The storage unit is so I don’t lose all of my personal belongings, aka everything I own & everything that’s needed to furnish my future apartment when I am stable enough to have a place of my own again.

I haven't wanted to say anything yet, but I already have 1 graphic design lined up (that includes three big projects) and 2 potential projects for next year sometime.

I'm so grateful for people willing to take a chance on me and this new venture. I'm so glad I did this.

Thank you 💜

Hey! I am pretty overwhelmed by outpouring over support over my commissions post and welcome all the new followers! Thank you so much!

-Seanna

NAVIGATION!

Hey, hello! Thank you for dropping by my little spot on the internet. Here is my place to explore my study in graphic design, all things art, and tutorials.

I welcome you to drop by my FIVERR account where you can commission a variety of things (pricing varries).

Or visit my REDBUBBLE shop where you can purchase any of my works on stickers, tees, mugs, and so much more!

What I won't do:

Please drop me an ask or a DM if you are interested in any of the above. I also can provide: mood boards/aesthetic collages for a low price! All customized just for you.

Thanks!

"if voting worked they'd make it illegal"

meanwhile, in the real world:

they're fucking trying, is my point

I looked this up before reblogging. She's a member of LULAC, the League of United Latin American Citizens.

This is a coordinated effort to intimidate and suppress the Latino vote in Texas.

Look at what these fuckers are doing.

Same fucking story.

Here's their donation form. Charity navigator rates them 4 stars. Let's make the Texas AG's bullying backfire by drawing nationwide attention to this organization.

i like the way you think

Always get the itemized list, babes. ALWAYS.

Not just for medical either. Ever got smacked with a huge ass fee for "damages" when you move out of an apartment that not just eats your security deposit but tries to take an arm and a leg as well.

Ask for the itemized list, you will be surprised how fast they come back with a "huh, that's weird, I can't seem to find where these damages are coming from" and let that shit go.

People WILL try to screw you on all kinds of routine and mundane shit. Don't let them.

Also, if you reblog, feel free to do some self-promo of your work and include a link. I'm going to link a short story I published, "Tears in a Bottle" below. You never know who might want to read your writings. 😀

Check out my latest short story Beneath the Riverbed for a dose of African speculative fiction.

I saved it for later!

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

SHELTER

HYGIENE

OTHER

Reblog to literally save a life

if there is a Dollar Tree near you, they have entire food aisles

Planet Fitness also has $10 memberships. you can shower and they have free food days! pizza night 1st monday every month, bagel tuesday the 2nd tuesday every month.

Save a life reblog

i am so glad that i renblogged this however so long ago. i saw this post and shared it with others in mind, but now i am the one who really needs this. id like to think of this as good karma i guess

also a good list if anyone ever needs to run away from home for whatever reason.

There’s no such thing as work-life balance for neurodivergent & chronically ill people.

This is because everything in my life requires work:

All requires some aspect of work for me.

And when everything in your life requires work, your balance goes out the window.

If you're neurodivergent and overwhelmed — I see you.

If you're chronically ill and overwhelmed — I see you.

You're not dysfunctional.

You're not incapable.

You're doing your best.

Emergency:

I have a younger sibling in the hospital and I’m trying to get home. I need $282 to get home. Please reblog and help if you’re able. 🙏

An incomplete list of things that employers commonly threaten that are 100% illegal in the United States

Reblogging for US followers.