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cfs-melkire · 9 months

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FFXIV: WoL, OC, and Roleplay

Since there were some questions and confusion in tags, I figured that an educational/informative post like this might be helpful for some folks, so I'm going to break a few things down for those who might be unfamiliar.

Namely, we're going to get into what "Warrior of Light" means to different people, what "OC" means in the FFXIV context, and what "roleplay" means to different people (and why those distinctions exist).

Since this is going to be a long post, click the "Read Below" for more under the cut!

Warriors of Light

"Warrior of Light," in general, refers to the main protagonist of the critically acclaimed hit MMORPG, Final Fantasy XIV. Lore fanatics will know that this title once saw more widespread use in-setting (to refer to the Twelvesblades but also to historical heroes in general), but put that aside for now. WoL - Warrior of Light for short, in handy acronym format - is the main character, the hero, the person you play as. You even see the XIV devs (Yoshi P & everyone at CBU3) refer to the players themselves this way, as Warriors of Light.

FFXIV takes a different approach from other MMORPGs by making the story centered around a specific individual: you, as the WoL. This shift really kicks into gear towards the end of A Realm Reborn (2.0), as prior to that, you were just one of many adventurers in the realm of Eorzea (unless you were a 1.0/1.x player; again, set that aside for now). But starting with Operation Archon, your character starts taking center stage in terms of global affairs. By the time you're into Heavensward content, the story of the Scions is, fundamentally, your story: the Warrior of Light's story.

This creates an interesting situation in which players have a shared experience with different takes on how the main character did, should have, and or would have act, acted, react, or reacted. Part of that has to do with our differing selections on race and gender for our characters. Part of that has to do with us projecting our own thoughts and feelings onto the WoL, in effect playing the game as our own self-insert of sorts! Observant newcomers may have noticed that the game progressively gives you more and more dialogue options the further along you get; we had very few of them in ARR and HW compared to later expansions! That has been a good change, and it's really helped players to see how a story could take different twists and turns depending on what kind of person would be at the helm of making those decisions as the main character.

As a result, we've seen a lot of prompts crop up on social media - on Twitter, here on tumblr, even on Reddit - about how people's characters differ from one another. How would YOUR Warrior of Light react, what would THEY have done, but also: what was their childhood like? What do they do for fun? Who do they get along with best? So on and so forth, all sorts of questions. Anyone who's ever been in fandom for any length of time knows that these kinds of questions, these sorts of hypotheticals, are very fun to explore. We've been doing this since we were kids! "Oh but what if this happened instead in my favorite film/show/story?" It's our imagination at work, and it feels great to turn something over in our heads like that.

On Twitter, mainly, these prompts came to be referred to as "WoL prompts" and were often tagged something like "wolqotd" (Question of the Day). But as folks have been fleeing Twitter in droves lately thanks to a certain billionaire manchild being grossly incompetent and generally unsafe, there's been a lot of cross-pollination between social media platforms. Since tumblr has had a historically different approach to FFXIV prompts and our FFXIV friends from Twitter seem to have developed a blindspot, I posted a well-intentioned blurb about how, and I paraphrase, "not all OCs are WoLs."

There was some mild confusion on that point, which brings us to this post. I'm gonna help clear that up right now.

Original Characters

Most of us have probably seen, at least once on the internet, some form of the phrase "OC do not steal" (often humorously misspelled as the meme "OC donut steel"). An OC - short for "original character" - is a common concept in fandom. In fandom specifically, it generally refers to any character that a fan has created for their own use, whether that use be for artistic expression, drawing doodles, writing short stories (read: fanfiction), etc. The character is original, meaning they're not part of the established setting or lore as produced and put out into the world by the makers of the show/series/novel/game/what-have-you, and the character is unique, meaning the character itself (their personality, their history, etc.) is specific to that fan and they're not just Pidgey #2761 caught on Route 1 in the years since 1998 by one out of millions of kids with no other discernible traits, features, or background details.

In the FFXIV context, OC refers to any original character made or created by a fan or player. Often (but not always) this takes the form of their playable avatar, the character they sign into the game with and play as. But there's a context, a MMORPG-specific context, in which "OC" means something more specific to folks in the FFXIV community. The best way I can explain that other meaning is to walk you through the thought process, but in short, a FFXIV OC is a character who is NOT the main character you play through the events of the game as, but rather a character who inhabits the setting and has their own life full of adventures & misadventures, with their own story to tell.

The thought process goes a little something like this: I'm really having fun with FFXIV, but I'm getting real bored of my character. Maybe I'll fantasia them. You know what, I'm tired of seeing what my Warrior of Light gets up to. I'm more curious about what the average person deals with. There's all these monsters out there beyond the city limits! How does anyone get anything done? Maybe they need, like, caravan guards. Yeah, that's cool... but what about Lalafell? They're so small compared to other people, but they get by fine. Hmmm, let me go back to the character selection screen and fantasia into a Lalafell. I'll make something really cool and cute looking. Now, where would they be from? I see a lot of them in Ul'dah, a few in Limsa... you know what, I don't see a lot of them in Gridania or the Shroud. It'd be really interesting to learn how a Lalafell ended up living there. Yeah, let's do that! Fantasia's done, now to find them some day-to-day clothes to wear. I wonder, if they're a caravan guard, where'd they pick up their fighting skills? Are they an archer or a mage? Did their family help them get into a guild? Hmmm.

On and on it goes, in this very manner, with all sorts of characters and stories. This is a FFXIV OC, and even though the player will be progressing through this game with their new Lalafell, they're not really viewing this character (or whatever race they might choose, e.g. Roegadyn or Elezen) as the Warrior of Light. Sure, they'll play to see what the Warrior of Light experiences, but there's a distinction in the player's mind: this is Toro Tororo, of Gridania, they sometimes sign up as a guard to make money but on most days they help out their family at the botanists' guild. They've never once seen or fought a primal.

This is, fundamentally, an MMORPG OC, just specific to FFXIV. This is very much the exact line of thinking that gave us Dungeons & Dragons and other tabletop RPGs! Someone was playing war games, said to themselves, "I really don't care about Napoleon or whichever general I am as I move these armies around, I really want to more about THIS soldier here, this guy, what's THEIR story?" and pointed at a single figurine of an infantryman standing alongside identically uniformed troops (thank you to Dave Arneson and his players). The full story is a bit more complicated than that, but the process itself is central to a lot of our own musings about tales and stories that we then spin out into our own creations.

But who plays FFXIV like this? Who goes through all of that effort to NOT be in the shoes of the WoL, and why?

In short: roleplayers.

Roleplay

Let's get the giggling out of the way. You've probably seen ERP referenced - short for "erotic roleplay" - and that has a long history that spiraled out of playing pretend in the bedroom & early internet chatrooms. But no matter what big streamers or people on Aether datacenter might tell you (I'm looking at you, Gilgamesh), that's not what most people mean when they talk about roleplay. ERP is only a very small facet of roleplay in general, the same way the horror-thriller genre is only one genre among many genres of film.

Roleplay is, fundamentally, writing in a collaborative setting where one or more writers act out the parts of one or more characters and make decisions for them.

You've seen this a lot, and have probably roleplayed without realizing it. Constructing a castle made out of Legos and having the knights fight each other, or setting up Barbie and Ken at the pool for a relaxing day and some barbeque, is roleplaying. You and a friend grabbing notebooks and writing out stories or drawing comics about your favorite characters from a popular series is roleplaying. Sitting around a table and playing Dungeons & Dragons is roleplaying, even if you're not doing character voices like the folks on Critical Role. Exchanging prompts about your WoL on social media is roleplaying.

Roleplaying within the actual game of Final Fantasy XIV is an extension of the above! Some folks really like to use the tools that MMORPGs gives them - character models, emotes, a chat box - to visually play out stories about all sorts of characters. FFXIV is particularly well-suited to this due to some crazy quality-of-life features, like target tracking (not only your character's head but their eyes move to follow whoever you target), multiple idle poses, an enormous range of emotes, being able to sit or lay down on furniture, etc. So when Felicia signs in on Toro Tororo, exits Gridania, and mounts up on their chocobo to head down to Bentbranch Meadows to meet her fellow player, Diego, who's on Heuloix Durendaire in order for Toro to sign up for the latest caravan down to Highbridge in Thanalan... that's roleplay!

There's such a breadth of stories to explore in any fictional setting, and FFXIV is no exception in that regard. It's often easier to make an OC who isn't saddled with the WoL's baggage in order to explore stories like this. Maybe someone wants to roleplay an Allagan who just woke up after being on stasis for 3,000 years. Or maybe someone else wants to play a Roegadyn pirate out on the open seas, and they put into port in places like Limsa and Kugane. Maybe Rockfist and Deathstaff want to host a fighting tournament to figure out who's the baddest of the bunch, or maybe the hardworkin' Miqo'te fellow wants to head into the Goblet for the evening to find a nice restaurant for a good meal and a nice drink, and maybe avoid being pressed for conversation by anyone other than the wait staff and that bartender who used to be their childhood friend.

Roleplayers make OCs to explore settings via collaborative writing, and often times those OCs aren't WoLs.

And sometimes they are!

And sometimes people roleplay via prompts or over Discord/messaging rather than in-game!

All valid. All good.

I could go on ad nauseum, but that just about covers it. If there are questions, please ask. In comments, in tags, via Asks, etc. I'll try to answer... or point folks to people who can provide better answers than I can.

Thanks for reading!

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #rp #ffxiv rp #roleplaying #oc #wol #collaborative writing #having fun

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bogcreacher · 2 months

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Hallo? For newcomers to the story, do you have a jump point?

Like, a quick description of ocs and startoff lore?

I love the story so much so far but I can't find any names, plus I unfortunately am a busy person.

Im guessing you’re talking about my WoF ocs (I apologise if you’re not!)

I’m afraid I don’t have anything consistent story-wise, nor do I have character references/descriptions - I’m working on it tho! For now all my wof oc stuff can be found under the Horst tag

#bog talks

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sillyangstyimp · 7 months

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Hi. Welcome.

Introduction page!! Stuff about my blog and some stuff about me

//TO THE NEWCOMERS//

hey! welcome! just a silly little guy enjoying the weekly hyperfixations by consuming fan content. Do not ever believe me when I say I am going to post more often or draw more art because I am lying. If I say anything along the lines of "I'm working on it" or "I'll do it later" I am sorry but it is never happening. Now that you have been warned, enjoy whatever art and rambles come from this blog.

//THE BASICS//

Name: Terry (my username is fine too)

Pronouns: Any

Gender: Unconfirmed

Age: 18

Languages: English, learning Japanese and ASL atm

Hobbies: Art, piano, crochet, DND

Other: ADHD, if you couldn't tell already

//CURRENT BRAINROT//

Pokémon Special (it’s back again)

SPOOKY MONTH!!! the show not the actual month

The Magnus Protocol

//OTHER INTERESTS AND FANDOMS//

The Magnus Archives, Just Roll With It, ROTTMNT, ATLA, GenLoss, DHMIS, TOH, ENA, Gravity Falls, OTGW, Danny Phantom, FMAB, Trigun, Cuphead, OMORI, Kirby, Mario, Legend of Zelda, Professor Layton, The Stanley Parable, Cavestory, Artemis Fowl, PokeSpe, and more. Special interests also include forests, mushrooms, lichen, MOSS, and shiny crystals/rocks.

//TAGS//

Anything I reblog will be under #reblog

Any art I make will be under #my art or #doodles of the moss

Random posts I make will be under #rambles of the moss

Anything related to my own OCs and stories will be under #original content

Hope that helps with navigating somewhat!

//I DO NOT SUPPORT//

Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, Ableism, Incest, etc.

Please keep away from my blog.

ALSO!!

Please do not repost my art without proper credit.

That means either a link to the post or my blog, but if that isn't an option for some reason just include my username. I don't mind my art on places like Pinterest as long as there's a link and credit to the original artist.

Thank you.

(pspsps I also have an instagram account @sillyangstyimp but it's mostly OC art stuff)

//Thanks for stopping by!// :)))

#introduction #intro post #about me #so.#its been a while #i had my reasons #and i dont feel like explaining them #but hi again

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aylacavebear · 2 months

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 15

A/N: This is, by far, my favorite chapter out of the ones I've written. I love how it turned out, and I hope all of you like it as well. Enjoy.

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2675

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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The dream came to you again, but it was far different this time than you’d ever experienced. Typically, you didn’t interact with any of them, and you barely ever interacted with anything in the environment.

The breeze was cool against your skin in the forest that towered over and around you. This place always made you think of how an ant might see the world around it. The trunks of the trees were so large that a home could be built inside one of them, with several stories. Then there was the plant life that came in all shapes and sizes, even some interesting yet odd colors. There was a well-worn path, so you followed it like you always did. This time, though, you gently touched the plant life around you as you passed by it, even smelling some of the very odd-shaped flowers. As you walked, you heard odd sounds. All you could guess was that they were either birds of some sort or perhaps even bugs. Everything prior to this was always muffled, and you were more of an invisible observer. Soon, the path opened up to what looked like a village. You noticed other things that looked like people, but only a tiny portion of them were human. You weren’t sure how you knew this; you just did. There were even children running around, playing. Several of these people smiled at you as you walked by, so you returned a friendly smile to them.

“Nice to finally see you,” a woman said when she approached you, causing you to stop in your tracks. “You can see me?” you asked, completely puzzled. “Of course I can. We’ve all been waiting for you. I’m Asteria. It’s my job to greet the newcomers,” she told you excitedly. At this point, you felt like you had a million questions but no idea where to even start, “How?” was all you managed to get out. She giggled and took your hand, “Come on. Let's sit down and talk.” Asteria took you over toward a large tree that looked like it was someone’s home, and a table with two chairs appeared out of thin air. Your shock made you sit down, slowly, setting your hands on the table as you did to steady yourself. “Okay. I’m going to guess that you either found your soulmate and are in the beginning stages of getting to know each other. Or…” she paused, tilting her head a bit, “You’re trying to exhaust yourself and force the awakening.” The mere mention of the soulmate thing helped you find your tongue, “Soulmates aren’t a thing,” you stated, rolling your eyes. She giggled again, covering her mouth to stifle some of it, “Oh dear, soulmates are a thing. For a Peri, it’s a very important thing, too.” That was when a man came up to her and kissed her on the cheek, gently setting his hand on the small of her back, “Hello dear. I felt your excitement. Care to introduce us?” he said with a happy smile. All you could do was tilt your head a bit in confusion, your expression matching. Something you’d never believed in was apparently very real. After your accident, you had reserved yourself to be alone, figuring no one would ever accept you for the things you could do. More than likely finding you odd or a freak. “Breccan, this is Maria. She finally made it, at least in her dreams,” Asteria told him, still utterly excited. “I’m trying to explain the soulmate thing to her.”

“Oh,” he said, then turned to you, giving you a friendly smile, “Nice to meet you, Maria. Soulmates are a very real thing. I’m not a Pari like you and Asteria. I’m an angel. Anything with a soul is capable of having a soulmate.” You literally couldn’t believe what you were hearing at the moment. It went against everything you’d believed and everything you’d told yourself. You just looked between the two of them. Breccan looked back down at Asteria, “You’ve got your hands full with this one,” he chuckled before he kissed her on the cheek again and left. She smiled and shook her head a bit before looking back at you, “Why don’t you believe in soulmates?” It took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts and confusion, as well as your surprise and shock of this entire situation before you could even answer her. “With where I’m from, no one will accept me with what I can do,” you sighed and finally were able to look away from her. “Oh honey,” she said sympathetically, “Having a soulmate is something a Peri needs to be completely fulfilled. You’ll always feel like a piece of you is missing until you find them. You just have to open yourself up to the possibility. I’m not saying to hope for it, just… don’t close yourself off to it,” she explained compassionately.

“You’ve had to talk to others about this before, haven’t you,” you asked, mostly mumbling as you remembered what the books had said. Although, the books hadn’t mentioned anything about this place. “I was a lot like you once. It was a very long time ago, though. Would you believe I’m just over three hundred years old?” she chuckled, “I didn’t even find my soulmate till almost fifty years ago now. I saw a lot of other Peri find theirs. After a couple hundred years, I began to lose hope that I’d ever find mine. I even traveled to different dimensions. The moment I gave up completely, I found Beccan. Or, I should say, he found me.” Her story surprised you further, causing you to look up at her again. She didn’t look a day over twenty-five. You figured that had to be the magic of the Pari, as well as their dimension and living in the community that they did. Just then, a small, purple-colored dragon landed on the table, staring at you, causing you to jump.

“What is that?” you asked, shocked. “Huh, that doesn’t normally happen till after a Peri goes through its awakening,” Asteria remarked, slightly surprised. “What doesn’t normally happen?” you asked, your focus on the purple dragon that was the size of a large cat or even a small dog. It just kept staring at you, blinking like it was waiting for something. “Having your familiar show up and bond with you,” she replied, looking down at the little dragon. Then, her eyes widened, and she looked up at you, “Unless you’ve recently met your soulmate, and you don’t know it.” There was an odd excitement in her tone.

The thought of that worried you a bit. You’d only recently met three people, all men: the brothers and the King of Hell. That last one made you shiver, as it creeped you out quite a bit. You looked from Asteria to the little purple dragon, “Not sure how I feel about that. What… how…” you weren’t even sure how to ask your question. Asteria tilted her head a bit as she looked at you, “How do you bond with your familiar? It’s fairly easy. Just interact with it,” she practically chuckled. You weren’t sure if you enjoyed the amusement she was getting out of your situation, but you didn’t say anything. Interact with a dragon the size of a large cat. It looked harmless, at least at the moment. A sense of determination coursed through you. Then, you reached out your hand toward the little dragon. It hadn’t stopped staring at you since it had landed there. Now, it tilted its head, still blinking at you. The moment you touched its head, a warmth passed over your entire body, and the little dragon became almost animated, playful, in an excited sort of way. The way it even seemed to act like a cat, more like a kitten, made you laugh and giggle. It turned itself in a few circles, mouth open, almost like it was smiling. Then, it laid down on its back, feet up in the air, and its tail was almost wagging. Your laughter only got louder, and you rubbed its belly. “Can you hear its thoughts yet?” she asked you, tilting her head. You looked up at her, “Huh?” “Okay, so not yet. Well, as the bond increases, you’ll be able to communicate with each other, telepathically,” she explained, smiling happily. “So, what happens now?” you asked her, looking back down at the little dragon and smiling again, still rubbing its belly.

“Well, eventually you’ll wake up. You clearly exhausted yourself. Depending on how badly will depend on how long you sleep. Your little familiar there can move between this dimension and the one you’re in. So, she’ll probably hang out with you for a while. When the telepathy starts, the first thing you’ll probably hear is her name,” she explained to you. “What’s this place called?” you asked her, not looking up from the little dragon. “Our little community here is called Whispering Woods. This dimension is called Etheria. We’re only one community on this particular planet. The reason you came here is because this is where your bloodline is. When your powers do awaken, you’ll recognize your extended family,” she told you, happy to answer any and all of your questions. The little dragon was getting rather playful, then flew off. You watched it, somewhat puzzled. Just when you wondered what it was up to, it landed back on the table in front of you, something round in its mouth. It then dropped it on the table, causing you to tilt your head. The thing it dropped was mostly round and blue, and when you picked it up, it was only slightly soft. The dragon's eyes never left the small object in your hands. “What? You want to play fetch or something?” you asked it, puzzled. Your question made the little dragon jump up and down and then run in circles a couple of times, causing you to laugh again. So, you tossed the ball, but before it could hit the ground, the little dragon flew over and caught it in mid-air. It then came back to the table and dropped the ball in front of you again. “It's kinda cute,” you chuckled.

“Dragons aren’t normally familiars, especially the smaller ones. I’ll be interested to see what happens when your powers do fully awaken and what you’ll be capable of. Some Pari are different, and we all have a different set of powers. Some are more powerful than others. Then there's what your soulmate brings out in you,” she told you, chuckling at the little dragon, “The fact that you were born a human and this little girl is your familiar is also interesting.” You sat and talked with her for at least an hour, playing fetch with the little dragon. It eventually found its way to your lap, curling up in a ball and going to sleep on you, your hand resting over its wings on its back. That’s when you heard it, a male voice, only it sounded far away, almost a whisper. You turned your head, looking around for the source. “Sounds like you might be ready to wake up soon,” Astaria told you, causing you to look at her, puzzled again. “What do you mean?” you asked. “Someone is trying to wake you,” she explained, smiling a little. Who would be in your room, you thought to yourself as you closed the door before passing out. You also felt a pull on your body, well, your dream body, and wondered if perhaps this was more of astral projection than actual dreaming. “Will I see you again?” you asked her. “I’m sure you will,” she chuckled. You got the sneaking suspicion that she knew more than she was telling you at the moment. Then, the dragon disappeared out of your lap. You looked around, wondering where it could have gotten off to. Before you could do much else, everything went black.

In the waking world, the little purple dragon had appeared on your bed, startling the brothers, who were both in your room. It gently climbed onto your stomach and sat there, staring at them as they both backed up toward the door.

“Sam, what the hell is that?” Dean asked, shocked and worried.

“It uh… it looks like an actual dragon,” he replied, more puzzled than anything.

Dean shook his head as that wasn’t what he’d meant, “No, I mean, what the hell is it doing here?” he clarified.

“I don’t know. None of the books said anything about dragons and Pari,” Sam replied, still utterly puzzled.

“How are we supposed to get close enough to wake her up now? She’s been out all day,” Dean spoke his thoughts as he stared at the little purple dragon. It wasn’t hurting you, and it didn’t seem to be aggressive.

Sam’s face contorted as he worked through his thoughts, just as puzzled as Dean, “Just walk over to her, slowly. Try not to look threatening,” he suggested.

Dean looked at his brother, “Seriously?!”

“Yeah. I mean, if what the books said were right, you’re her soulmate. You should be fine,” Sam stated, hoping he was right.

You heard none of this, as you hadn’t quite made it out of your sleep yet. Dean took a deep breath, slowly moving closer to you, his hands up in as non-threatening a way as possible. The little dragon watching him even tilted its head.

“It’s okay, little, uh… thing, I mean, dragon. I just want to wake her up,” Dean told it, trying to act calm.

When Dean got close enough to reach your shoulder, he gingerly reached down to shake you but never took his eyes off the little dragon. Although, the little dragon hadn’t taken its eyes off of him either. It just watched him somewhat curiously. Then, it hopped so that its body was facing him, causing him to jump back a little and take a deep breath.

“You sure it’s not gonna get all violent?” Dean asked his brother, not looking away from it.

Sam had to think, as he really wasn’t sure, “Pretty sure.”

“That doesn’t help,” Dean groaned.

He moved closer again, reaching out to your shoulder, gently shaking you, “Maria, wake up. It’s almost dinner time, and you’ve been asleep all day,” he told you.

You stretched, arms above your head, causing the dragon to open its mouth, almost like it was smiling, and its tail began to wag, its eyes now watching you and not Dean. He shook you again, causing you to finally open your eyes. Before you could say anything, the little dragon came over and began rubbing its head against your cheek, making you giggle, then reach out and give it gentle loves.

“What are you doing here?” you asked it, still groggy. It just made an almost purring sound against you.

“Wait? You know that thing?” Dean asked, more confused than he had been a moment ago.

Another giggle escaped your lips as you scooped up the little dragon and sat up in your bed, “Yeah. I met her in my dream. She’s uh, my familiar,” you explained as the little dragon sat proudly in your lap, looking back and forth at the brothers.

“I need a drink,” Dean grumbled.

“None of the books said anything about a familiar,” Sam stated, staring at the dragon.

“It’s a long story,” you chuckled, “Is there any chance for some coffee, and I’ll tell you about it?”

“Uh, sure,” Sam answered, still fairly confused.

Since your door was open, the moment you went to stand up, the little dragon hopped off your lap and flew out of your room. Both brothers ducked out of the way, even if Dean was nowhere near your door. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. Your stay with them was about to get even more interesting than it already had been.

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optiwashere · 1 month

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Yay, thanks for the tag @askweisswolf! 💜

I'm gonna tag a few folks to do this if they want, but anyone that sees this and wants to join in can consider me tagging them! @bottombatch @jasminethetransvampire @centaursniper @underworldobsessed @quitefair @siyurikspakvariisis @riteontime

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

89, but that's not quite telling the whole story. I've written a number of one-shot collections, and those have upwards of 200+ short fics in them.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

As of right now, my stats page says 829, 334 words, but that's not correct really. I've abandoned/deleted/orphaned some works. The real number is probably over 1M.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I only write for Baldur's Gate 3 at the moment and that's gonna color the rest of the questions. Once I find a fandom that I like writing for then I tend to stick to that fandom for years. I'm interested in dipping my toes into the Pathfinder WOTR ficdom eventually, but probably only a little because my Golarion knowledge is real slim. If Dreadwolf is good, I'll probably wind up writing something for that as well. I wasn't very interested in video game fandoms for a long time, which is odd because it's only become more compelling as I've gotten older when I'm also playing fewer games.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Currently? I'm actually not at all surprised by this order, except for the one OC fic that managed to find its way there. That is pleasantly surprising, and I'm glad it's one that I also like a fair bit. 1. Take Me Under Your Wing (E-rated Aylin/Shadowheart/Isobel) 2. Black and Red and Smoking All Over (E-rated Shadowheart/Karlach) 3. Her Private Shore (E-rated Shadowheart/Asheera) 4. Arcane Mishaps (E-rated Shadowheart/Karlach -- yay, some t4t made it!) 5. Tasting Moonlight (E-rated Aylin/Isobel) Now, this tells a certain story on its face, but you have to remember that 4/5 of these were posted in Kinktober only two months after the full release of the game. That was the height of its popularity on AO3, and I highly doubt if these fics were released today they would have hit the same numbers. That also includes the Shadowheart/Asheera fic, by the way. I could see that one barely breaking 40-50 kudos these days. P.S. Stats are silly

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, all of them. I get quite a few, and with so many fics across a fresh fandom it means that I occasionally get newcomers to various niche fics. Sometimes people stumble into a pile of fics that they like in one of the ships, and it's so delightful when I see it. Same with people that I see reading Light Casts a Shadow in order :') Most of the fun in fandom is interacting with like-minded people, anyways. Kudos and such are also people saying they like the thing, but people actually coming out to talk to me are my #1 priority. I like to hear y'all's thoughts and even wind up chatting a little in some cases :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

When Everything is Dark and Guided Through Gardens Gray both have fairly angsty endings, but I think Melpomene might be one of the darker endings of my smutty fics. Fragrant is My Many Flower'd Crown is absolutely my angstiest non-smut ending though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Almost certainly it's the final ficlet of my headcanuary collection, The Missing Piece. It's open-ended, but it's overwhelmingly saying that things will be all right.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, occasionally. The open stuff is a lot less common now, but there are a couple fics that have gotten pretty ugly comments. I moderate those away without locking down because my skin is plenty thick. I get a fair few anons, again thankfully reduced these days, that absolutely despise me. They make me laugh more than anything now because I've blocked so many. I've also seen some passive aggressive vague posting about me here and elsewhere, which is always hilarious.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yes. Kinky, vanilla, descriptive and action heavy, flowery and emotive. All kinds, really. Usually trends towards loving and hopeful and sweetly emotional.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't for BG3. Yet. There's a BG3/WOTR crossover that I really want to write, but I need to find the time for it between everything else.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep, twice. And it was way more than one fic both times!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so? At least, not that anyone has ever told me. I'd love for someone to feel the urge to do that, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think so? Technically, at least? I've certainly had writing brainstorm sessions that could count for this, but never anything where either of us wanted to call it co-writing.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Ouch. I don't really have an answer for this tbh. I like to compartmentalize ships to fandoms. BTW, it's Shadowheart/Original Female Character for BG3. Yeah, all of your Tavs and Durges. Asheera's my favorite, of course, but I've never been so invested in a Canon/OC ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a fantasy AU I wrote for Parks and Rec with April Ludgate as a witch/vampire that I know I'll never get back to.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Emotional forwardness, probably. Maybe solid grammar? Writing speed? Anyways, I like to explore emotions explicitly with characters where they really feel everything to extreme degrees. It's hyperreal, but I think it's also compelling to both write and read.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting, weak metaphors, and consistent characterization.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do it fairly often in fantasy fandoms without qualms. Also, I tend to use the italicized text in fiction to indicate that it's a different language, not that it's "wrong" or anything like that. Doing that in nonfiction, however, feels pretty gross. Real world languages? I don't do it unless I'm familiar with the language or know someone that can beta it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically wrote for? That's really hard to remember for me, but it was probably something like R.A. Salvatore Drizzt fanfic tbh. Could have been any number of fantasy series at that age though. The Dragonlance books, Black Company, or Discworld, maybe? Hard for me to really think back that far because I know for a fact that I used to write stories as a kid, but it's all very foggy and I lost all that stuff in a flood years ago. Posted for? A fandom I don't really want to associate with anymore.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Bend to Break to Mend is my favorite thing I've written for BG3, followed closely by It Is the Wound She Gave Me and Like I Am Safe Again.

#random fandom thoughts #random rambling about writing #my fic

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The Fall (Part 5)

Targaryen!OC x Karstark!OC and one-sided Targaryen!OC x Daemon Targaryen.

Part 1 Intro, Part 1, Part 2 Intro, Part 2, Part 3 Intro, Part 3, Part 4 Intro, Part 4, Part 5 Intro, Part 6 Intro, Part 6, Part 7 Intro, Part 7

The Plot: King Viserys and his court attend Lady Laena's funeral in Driftmark. Daenys arrives with her family unexpectedly - as everyone thought she will not leave the North.

- Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and other stuff you don’t recognize from the books and the show.

- Warning: This story is rated M. It will contain incest, violence, blood, gore and other mature themes.

-Tags: @xcharlottemikaelsonx

Love make me mad woman Love make me mad woman Make me walk like a mad woman

Never before were so many dragons and dragon riders gathered in one place – and this will never be again.

Driftmark was wearing mourning colors this day and Lady Laena Velaryon was put to rest. The reception after was an empty one. Rhaenyra felt her stomach tightening with every step she took among these people. She was alone here, surrounded by greens. Her father could help her little, as she was left isolated from everyone. And when her gaze found her sons, Jacaerys and Lucerys, she could see how lost were they as well. Frozen among everyone. She frowned and approached them, "Your little cousins have lost their mother. They could use a kind word." Rhaenyra knew such pain, no matter how indifferent she tried to be here. But her urgings fell flat with her boys.

"I have an equal claim to sympathy." Prince Jacaerys replayed coldly.

"Jace." Rhaenyra was warning him now, but her tone fell flat with the young prince.

"We should be at Harrenhal, mourning Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin."

"It would not be appropriate. The Velaryons are our kin and the Strongs are not." She said, convincing even herself. When the boy didn’t budge, she took his chin in her hand to turn his head. "Look at me. Do you understand?" He did. Bitterly so. Both brown-haired boys obeyed their mother and left to find their cousins. Rhaenyra took a deep breath trying to get back her composure without anyone noticing. When her twin sister left, she left a part of Rhaenyra with her. The older sister was left angry and abandoned. Alone. It took years for Rhaenyra to accept that it was her sister's choice to do so, and by the letters she wrote and stories she heard; Daenys was happy. The North loved her. It was then that she realized that Daenys was home.

The strong roar took her attention to the skies. It was familiar, she remembered it well. It filled her childhood and it made her feel safe. A huge shadow soon passed all the guests, and strong gusts of wind rattled with nearby tents. Rhaenyra could hear Syrax screeching in the distance, and she could feel her joy as the golden dragon flew to meet her brass sibling. Both dragons sang and danced above the sea, overjoyed to be flying next to each other once again.

Then she turned her head towards the newcomers that were descending the stairs towards all of the guests; Rhaenyra felt fire in her burning as whole again.

Daenys and Artos first approached Rhaenys and Corlys to offer their condolences. Their son, Laenor, was nowhere in sight. By the look on her cousin’s face, Dany could see that woman was surprised by their arrival. But by the warm hug the elder Targaryen woman gave her, she knew it was a welcomed surprise. "Cousin, I thank you for coming. It must have been a long journey; I hope it was a calm one, without much trouble."

"Only a fool would cause trouble when the dragon is looming nearby." Daenys offered a smile.

"She’s grown big." Corlys said glancing at the brass dragon while it still danced with gold.

"The freedom of the North becomes her," Daenys said, and then she noticed her father the King appearing below a canopy of a stretch-out tent. Her lilac orbs soften when she saw how much worst his condition has gotten. Viserys looked at her for a few silent moments, and for a second she wondered if he recognizes her. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, but a woman grown. Her soft eyes were sharper, her silver hair brighter with stripes of warm cream color mixing together. Then he broke, tears filling his eyes as he struggled to come closer with a cane in his still healthy hand. Daenys felt her own tears going down her pale cheek. She rushed to embrace her father, wishing silently for a moment that she never left him; and her twin.

Her father was a broken man, and she feared that it may be partly her fault. Daenys hugged him with all the warmth she could master.

"My sweet girl, look how you have grown." Her father’s voice trembled.

"Forgive me, I was too ashamed to face you," Daenys whispered with equal tremor. I was weak.

"There is nothing to forgive," Viserys said when their hug embrace broke. His eyes held nothing but long-lost happiness, "I am glad you are here now."

Daenys smiled as the whole weight of the world was lifted from her heart. Then, she saw another person that appeared by her father’s side.

"Rhea." The childhood nickname fell off her tongue like some strange dream that ended ten years ago. Soon, she felt herself caught in another warm embrace. One she longed for when the North’s cold winds started to take hold of her soul. Even her husband or children couldn’t lift such chill from her bones; only her sister could. For they were part of the same mold. They shared their mother’s womb, first tears, first steps, first pains, and first disappointments. I felt so alone. Daenys could feel her sister’s silent cries, as she was sure that Rhaenyra could hers. No words needed to be said. They conveyed everything through tears and in each other’s arms; they both vowed that they will never be parted so long again.

When the twins finally parted, with smiles dancing on both women’s lips, Rhaenyra turned to Lord Artos. He was patiently waiting behind his wife, with Aerys and Kiran by his side. "I am afraid I must ask your forgiveness, Lord Karstark." The older twin began. "When my sister choose to go with you, I hated you. I felt as if you were stealing her away from me, only to take her far away so her inner fires may be quenched by the coldness of Karhold. But now I see how wrong my accusations were."

"Then I must admit my own jealousy, Princess. Every day I feared that Daenys would leave me to go back to you. For I am certain she doesn’t love anyone like her sister." Artos grinned, freeing his own burden of mind.

Nothing else needed to be said. Daenys’ sons joined their cousins, meeting them for the first time, as well as their grandsire. The younger princess was quickly stolen by her twin, but not before Alicent came before them. Daenys eyed her dark green dress with a sneer. The nerve of her! She growled internally. Her former friend quickly caught up on her scrutinizing thoughts, but she decided to speak nonetheless, "Your arrival caught us all by surprise."

Daenys gave her another bored stare which was quick to turn into full anger when she saw her father, Otto Hightower standing on the sidelines of the happenings. The bastard was once more the Hand of the King. The man was a snake that efficiently destroyed her twin’s reputation, and tried hers as well – but failed. He was removed from his position but it seems he efficiently wormed his way in. Alicent voice turned Daenys’ attention back to her, "It’s good to see you again."

Daenys didn’t answer; she just silently passed the Queen with Rhaenyra. Leaving the brown-haired woman alone with her thoughts.

The sisters chatted quietly, trying to catch up on the time they spent apart. But the time came for her to face Daemon. She avoided him long enough, ‘tis was time to put everything behind her. Daenys felt his burning gaze on her when she arrived but decided to ignore it like she always did. Now, Daenys found his still standing next to the stone railing of the terrace. He didn’t move from there since they all gather there, she wager. Rhaenyra gave her a slight push of encouragement before leaving her side to fetch herself some wine.

Approaching him, she felt calm. There was no bitterness or spite anymore in her. She has grown out of it. There was only left pity and sadness. When soft lilac met deep purple, Daemon found that there was little to be found behind her gaze. Daenys was not an afraid little girl anymore, but a dragon that has seen things beyond her years. "You have my condolences, uncle. Lady Laena was a good woman. It saddened me when word of her passing reached me."

Daemon sneered, "I am sure your good husband was there to comfort you."

"My Lord husband is a good man." She barked back firmly.

He laughed darkly again, "A good man that practically forbade me to see my son."

"The boy doesn’t want to have anything with you. Artos raised him as his own. Taught him how to fight, taught him honor-"

Daemon’s scoff cut her off with a sharp edge, "He honorably told me to fuck off from the boy as well. Your Lord has a nerve, I’ll give him that."

Daenys let out a sigh, he was egging her into an argument she can’t win. She never could with him; he always turned any situation for his gain. So, she left his statement to land silently before continuing with a soft voice, "You should be with your daughters, comforting them. They just lost their mother. There is no greater pain than that." Her gaze traveled towards the twin girls on the other side of the reception. Seeing them in a such state brought her own painful memories back to life. Daenys’ and Rhaenyra’s sons were with them, offering them their support. But, she knew that nothing in this world could mend the pain they were experiencing now. Nothing ever will.

"I wish to speak with him." If she didn’t know better, Daenys would’ve thought he was asking for her permission.

"No," she said firmly, leaving him alone once more.

I barricade my doors Board up my windows Anything to keep them out Crawling underneath my skin So I can see it’s gonna eat me up alive No I’ve got no patience, no faith No room for your lies in my maze full of Worst of these I got war pain Dawn black strass spending on my name

Daenys retired to her guest chambers with her husband. The long day was behind her now, and she was glad for it. Artos hugged her from behind lovingly, his head placed on top of her silver locks, "You should come to bed. I highly doubt Silixia’s back was comfortable enough for a solid sleep."

She melted into his touch, "It was fine enough. Discomfort kept nightmares at bay."

"Again?"

"Yes," she answered quietly when he let go of her. Daenys found his worried gaze and he took her small hands into his. Ushering her to continue. "I have the same dream over and over again. Those eyes, Artos… Those dead blue eyes… The cold. My dead brother is there as well. I think I am going mad."

"Don’t say such things ever again," Artos squeezed her hands in comfort. "You have gone through so much pain. You have witnessed far more than any lady should have. But you survived through it all, make strength out of it. If anyone was to blame, it was me. I should never let you go with my cousin on that expedition beyond the Wall."

"No," she shook her head. "I needed to be there. I needed to see some things with my own eyes."

His hand found a way under her chin. Artos lifted her head slightly to gaze upon her better, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Still, I should have objected to it. If something would ever happen to you-"

She broke him off with a kiss so that he could never finish such words. If Gods were good, he would never have to imagine how life without her was. Just as she didn’t dare to think about his demise. The world would burn. She spoke to herself, like a mantra or a promise. The world would burn twice over. Their kiss grew deeper. It was full of love and longing. Their intimate moments were always like falling in love every time. Wild, unexpected, reignited all over again. Artos proceeded to take off her dragon riding gear that was still on her when an alarming knock on the chamber doors interrupted them.

"Princess! My Lord! There has been an incident. Your presence is urgently needed."

It was the voice of Ser Harrold Westerling, and an old knight sounded shaken. Daenys exchanged a worried glance with her husband before they both ushered to see what has happened. When they arrived, the whole family was there. Along with all the children. She could see blood all over the hall. The Maester was already tending to Prince Aemond’s injury. Who appeared to have a large stab wound where his eye should be. They were all together bloodied and bruised. The second worst was her nephew, Luke, who was sporting a broken nose. She quickly searched for her two boys, who appeared alright. Both she and Artos rushed to their side. Daenys could see Alicent was vivid, as well as her father.

"How could you allow such a thing to happen? I will have answers." Viserys was in pure rage.

"The princes were supposed to be abed, my King." Ser Harrold answered remorsefully.

"Who had the watch?" The King pressed.

"Young prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace." Crtiston Cole spoke this time. And Daenys noticed a dark shadow over his face. He was not the man she remembers him to be.

"You swore oaths to defend my blood!" The King continued furiously.

Ser Harrold lowered his head in shame, "I’m very sorry, Your Grace. The Kings guard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace."

"That is no answer!"

Not long after Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys arrived demanding to know what happened. Rhaenys hugged both of her granddaughters, comforting them. "Baela, Rhaena! What happened? " She asked the girls with pure worry.

Aerys who was not far from them answered angrily, "The green shit attacked Jace and Luke, then punched my sisters! I suppose he was raised to hurt little girls."

"Aerys!" Daenys warned her eldest son, before she turned to her secondborn. Kiran only shrugged as she tried to search for truth in him, "I stayed in the bed." The boy said simply, before adding. "But I am sure my brother speaks the truth."

Just then disoriented Rhaenyra entered the hall, she gasped when she caught the sight of Luke. Daenys also noticed Daemon’s presence. He was leaning on the entrance of the hall, observing everybody with amused glee. She wondered for a moment how long was he standing there, just observing everyone in silence. Enjoying the chaos that was brewing. And soon enough the chaos came. Children started yelling among themselves.

"They attacked me!" Aemond yelled when his wound was tended. Stitches decorating the place where his left eye was once.

"He attacked Baela!"

"He broke Luke’s nose!"

"He stole my mother’s dragon!"

"He was gonna kill Jace!"

"I didn’t do anything!" Aemond tried again to defend himself. And the only one who would hear him was his mother. Alicent demanded for her son tell her what happened. Part of Daenys understood the queen’s rage. Another part of her knew that this was only a part of the tragic events that would unfold. Daenys shielded her sons from Alicent’s view, as both boys took a safe space between her and Artos. Lucerys whispered something to Rhaenyra that she couldn’t quite catch.

"Aemond," the King started turning to his son. "I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

"What else is to hear?" Alicent said her words full of venom. "Your son has been maimed. Their sons are responsible." She turned towards Rhaenyra and Daenys. The younger twin bristled, but her sister answered in a far calmer tone than intended, "It was a regrettable accident."

"Accident?" Alicent asked mockingly. "Prince Aerys brought a blade to the ambush and gave it to Lucerys. They meant to kill my son."

"It was our sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves. Vile insults were levied against them." Rhaenyra stated. "The legitimacy of my son's birth was put loudly to question. And my nephew was insulted."

"He called us bastards." Luke said in a weak whisper.

Of course, Daenys knew this would happen. She had heard what vile things people talk about behind her sister’s back. Whispers of the court reached even the North. She also knew when her sister was dishonest. Her children were not fathered by Ser Laenor. They were sons of Ser Harwin Strong, all three of her boys. Gods couldn’t make them more similar to the man; just as they couldn’t make Aerys anymore similar to Daemon. She even heard when her father commented how much he resembles his brother in his younger years when he met the boy. My sweet boy… Daenys’ softened gaze fell on her eldest. You were not supposed to take blows for my shame. She took whole the blame on herself. Even though he was given the last name Targaryen, it was only a matter of time before people started to lash out at him.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. Aerys is my sister’s firstborn. This is the highest of treasons." Rhaenyra continued sternly. "Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slander."

"Over an insult? My son lost an eye." Alicent spoke bitterly, quickly to dismiss Rhaenyra. Daenys knew differently. There was no greater advocate for such accusations than the Queen. And Rhaenyra wanted that to be brought to light.

"You tell me, boy, where did you hear this lie?" King Viserys turned his attention back to his son, obviously angered that such insults were directed at his grandchildren.

"The insult was training yard bluster." Alicent tried again, her voice betraying slight panic.

"Aemond," the King sternly continued ignoring his wife. "I asked you a question. Look at me. Your Kings demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?"

"It was Aegon." The boy answered looking over his father’s shoulder.

"Me?" Aegon asked confused before Viserys turned to him.

"And you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies? Ageon! Tell me the truth of it!" Viserys’ was yelling now in frustration, having enough of this situation.

"We know, Father." Aegon answered dully. Daenys noticed that Alicent visibly relaxed at his words. "Everybody knows. Just look at them."

There was a long silence. Nobody dared to speak after that. Daenys felt Aerys’ grip on her left arm tighten. Looking down at him, she could see that boy was in a rage. His jaw was clenched and his nostrils flared. His deep purple orbs stared daggers at both Aegon and Aemond. Her sister Rhaenyra was unmoving next to her twin. Which Daenys could mistake for a statue of her at that moment.

"This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show good will to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your King demands it!" Viserys yelled with the last remaining strength that was left in him.

But Alicent dismissed the notion of peace quickly, "That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. ‘Good will’ cannot restore his eye."

"What would you have me do?"

"There is debt to be paid." Alicent stated archly. "I shall have one of their son’s eyes in return. He is your son, Viserys. Your blood."

The loud murmuring could be heard all over the hall. Daenys’ went whole into an alarming state. The dragon in her was awakening. And Gods help the Queen if she continues to effuse her fires.

"Do not allow your temper to guide your judgment." Viserys tried again to calm the storm. And yet again, Alicent was deaf to it. "If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston…" She turned towards the knight. "Bring me the eye of either Lucerys Velaryon or Aerys Targeryen."

Daenys pulled her son behind her. Artos tried to calm her down, but her flames were now set ablaze. "You will do no such thing!" Ser Criston did not move.

Alicent, a little taken back by Daenys’ voice, stumbled back. She never heard the Princess raise her voice. Never. The younger twin was always the reasonable one, the quiet one. Now, she looked like Balerion the Black Dread himself. "They can choose which eye to keep, a privilege they did not grant my son." The Queen stood her ground, while she internally shuddered.

"What about my ire? If you touch our children, I swear to the Old Gods and the New, I will take Silixia and fly over to Oldtown. I will burn it to the ground, along with the rest of your House." Daenys’ promised. Her husband’s voice calling her name did nothing this time. The Princess eyed the Queen like she was a sheep, and she a hungry dragon. Alicent gave her a horrified grimace, as she saw that Daenys was not bluffing.

"Alicent, this matter is finished." Viserys joined in, trying once again to end this whole horrid affair. "And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of both of my daughter's sons should have it removed."

The next happened in a blink of an eye. Somehow Alicent managed to take from Viserys his valyrian steel dagger and ran over to Luke and Aerys. The Queen was stopped by Rhaenyra, catching her hand that held the dagger. Daenys shielded the boys, should Alicent overpower her twin. Artos joined her with this hand on the hilt of his long sword. The Kingsguard didn’t know who they were supposed to protect and all the knights stood their ground. The Hightowers parted on the other side of the room but dared not to intervene. Not even Otto.

When Daenys looked up from her sister and Alicent, she saw Daemon trying to run in the middle of the struggle, but was quickly cut off and stopped by Ser Criston. Now thinking about it, she recalls seeing him departing the entrance and approaching slowly behind Alicent before everything started going downhill. He was just not quick enough.

"What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, and the law. While you flout all to do as you please." Alicent spat at Rhaenyra who still firmly hold off her hand, and the dagger. Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again."

"Release the blade, Alicent." The King tried and failed. Again.

"And now you take my son's eye, and to even that, you feel entitled." The Queen spitefully continued with her attack.

"Exhausting, wasn't it?" Rhaenyra whispered back to her in a low tone. "Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are."

Alicent’s hand won, and she sliced Rhaenyra’s, leaving a large gash from the elbow down. The Princess moved herself back next to her sister. Daenys angrily watched as her twin’s blood started to run down onto the stone floor of the castle. She wanted to leap forward, to catch Alicent and squeeze her pretty white neck sore. But Artos held her down still; obviously, he foresaw what his wife was planning to do. Quelling her fire with his ice.

"Do not mourn me, Mother." Aemond said suddenly from across the other end of the room. "It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon."

"This proceeding is at an end." The King’s words were final.

Far from it, Father. Daenys knew this in her bones. Far from it…

…

So I raise my hands to god The stain glass in hollowed wars Once of it all, base come when built base Slay the king, crown the queen, flip the game There’ll be war stories or my war fame Stripes all black make the world insane

World made me mad woman The world made me mad woman Made me walk like a mad woman Made me talk like a bad woman World made me mad woman The world made me mad woman Made me walk like a mad woman Made me talk like a bad woman

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20 Questions for Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @darknightfrombeyond! ❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight

What is your total AO3 word count?

2,477,347 (Holy shit balls)

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I write for Extraction and John Wick. Those are posted here and on Ao3. But I do have fics that are still considered 'open' on Mibba and ff.net under different pen names. CSI, CSI:NY, and RPF (NHL and MLB)

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Best Part of Me, Never Gonna Be Alone, I Found, Sanctuary, Lost and Found

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best too! My regulars I'll talk to through messaging and newcomers I'll just respond on AO3

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I wouldn't consider any of their ending angsty, but I Found had the potential to be. That is the first story in my main series and my original plan was to kill off my OC at the end of the fic. Just a 'one and done'. But then people started really enjoying the main canon character and her together and I ended up changing my mind. Honestly, sometimes I regret not going with my original plan.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm going to go with Best Part of Me

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not on my fics, but hate send by anons to OTHER people, blogs made to shit talk my stuff. Oh yeah, it's been wild.

Do you write smut?

Absolutely

Do you write crossovers?

I do! I am working on an Extraction/John Wick crossover now

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Way too many times. Fics and characters. My OC has been poached by repeat offenders, even.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic?

No. That's just not my thing.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I actually don't have one. I've been in a handful of fandoms and never really liked any canon ships. I guess I'll go with my own couple. Tyler Rake (canon) and Esme Rake (OFC)

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Definitely a CSI:NY fic. Together We Fall.

What are your writing strengths?

Keeping the main canon character in character and not writing him OOC. I'm very anal about how he's portrayed. He's my precious baby boy. He deserves to be treated right lol. Descriptions I think I'm pretty good at.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue and action scenes. SMDH.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it a couple of times over the years. Most recently, I included some Bengali that I had someone check over for me before I posted the chapter.

First fandom you wrote for?

CSI

Favorite fic you've ever written?

I love them all pretty equally, but I guess I'll give it to Lost and Found. The current fic.

Tagging: @munstysmind @themaradwrites @thebejeweledwatercat @asirensrage

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theneonflower · 11 months

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Waitwait please..! I'm a little lost about the family au comics, tagged like kill la kill too and others, triggerverse au... Could you make a bit resume about them? How they connect with lwa years later au? That comics was so intriguing...! I hope to not bother, thanks!

oh anon, you've just opened Pandora's box.

long post ahead about triggerverse au

Triggerverse AU [alternate universe] is an AU of an AU is the best way to put it. It was a joke between a friend at first because we noticed some similarities between different shows that trigger has specifically worked on [animation quirks etc etc] and were like "lol what if theres a cinematic universe" but then we thought too hard about it.

You might've noticed the 4 main girls [Seraphine, Thyma, Ren, and Kamiko] are together. This is because, in this AU, a certain goopy guy [Xuihcoatl, who's a longtime OC of mine] comes back AGAIN after the events that happens specifically in the Years Later AU [lwa]. He ends up splicing the 4 different universes together into one in search of the lwa world and chaos ensues because that's not supposed to happen. This also gets the attention of Luluco because shes, yknow, a space cop.

tl;dr for Xuihcoatl. He's gotten many revisions over the years as he's my oldest OC to date. He's the embodiment of Death itself, seeing as he was once the God of Death a long time ago. But when his brothers felt he was too strong, they banished him to the real world. He terrorized humans until a Sorcerer with a certain rod 'killed' him. But his soul was still intact, and he vowed from then on that he'd destroy humanity, no matter how long it took. He eventually holes himself up into the lwa world and the rest is history. In triggerverse, he gathers enough magical energy to regain his old body back, so he appears as an actual dragon in this story. He's just a strong dude basically.

Triggerverse takes place like several years later after any canon story. The girls are well into their late teens [or 20 for Thyma and Ren], making any canon cast characters older adults. For newcomers;

Seraphine is the adopted daughter of Akko Kagari and Diana Cavendish. [She appears heavily in my Years Later AU, she is the Shiny Rod's next holder as well]

Thyma is the adopted daughter of Galo Thymos and Lio Fotia. [She's one of the few remaining humans to still have promare, she got the mutation when she was an infant, and her power is almost identical to what Lio once had.]

Ren is one of the Ryuko and human!Senketsu's children. [Ren has already been in an adventure type scenario, as human!Junketsu came back so life fibers could take their hold on earth again using her little brother, Kenta as a catalyst. But she ends up saving him and stopping Junketsu. I don't have any updated material to give out on this, its over 8 years old and needs to be heavily revised]

Kamiko is the daughter of Michiru Kagemori and Nazuna Hiwatashi. She is the youngest member at the age of 16 and most inexperienced.

Putting a massive cast of different characters together also just seemed fun, the interactions would be whacky and hilarious.

The whole AU is centered around stopping Xuihcoatl from causing anymore problems, but he's a very difficult enemy to face. He goes as far as to bring back human!Junketsu, steal beastmen blood, promare fire, and the Sorcerer's Stone for his own gain. It's up to the cast of the 4 different universes to work together to stop him [in usual trigger fashion] before the fate of their worlds fall into ruin due to the space paradox he caused.

For context as far as the comic you saw;

Xuihcoatl set up base on an dormant volcano, planning to reawaken it once he can grow the promare fire once more. He captured all 4 girls as well as some other characters, like Galo and Lio. He plans to use human's life essence to boost his own magical abilities, as the human soul is strong no matter what. However, seeing her family and friends in danger, Thyma overpowers herself and goes into a rage similar to what Lio was capable of a long time ago. She ultimately blows up the entire mountain using her fire, destroying Xuihcoatl's base and saving her friends and family but she almost dies from it.

yes im insane, no i will not stop.

#triggerverse au #ask

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My Interests!

Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m in/was into! (WARNING: Very long post ahead! If you want to see what fandoms I’m w/o the reading, just look at the tags!)

EDIT: NEVERMIND, THE TAG LIMIT FOILED ME /GEN /LH I am SO sorry, but the last few fandoms got cut out from the tag list! You’ll have to scroll down to the bottom to see them-

Crowned: These fandoms are VERY near and dear to my heart- and I’m ALWAYS willing to talk about them!

The Legend of Zelda: This is the fandom that introduced me to the internet back in 2019 (I’m a late bloomer, I know- XDDD), and kickstarted me making theories and analyses!

Friday Night Funkin: Hate it or love it, you can’t deny there are some amazing individuals out there! And for you modders out there, this game is actually heavily moddable- and one mod in particular was what caused FNF to blow up in the first place! This is actually the fandom I’m hyper fixating on right now-

Favorites: While they aren’t as important to me as the “crowned” ones, they still managed to hold my attention for a month or so- and that’s something to admire, considering how hyper my brain is!

Animator Vs Animation: This is the fandom that introduced me to Tumblr and AO3 back in the late summer of 2021- don’t worry, @ann-aha, you’re not alone! XDDD

Oh, and I can’t talk about “AvA” without mentioning the rest of the stick figure community! Shout out to Henry Stickmin, Rock Hard Gladiators/Hyun’s Dojo, Hyun, and Gildedguy! :D

Genshin Impact: Contrary to popular opinion, this game isn’t just for “nerds” or people who can afford to splurge thousands of dollars- I managed to complete the current (back then!) storyline as a free-to-player! While I’m not in the fandom anymore, at least give this one a chance?

Undertale: Ah yes, the funny skeleton man fandom /j /lh But seriously, this fandom isn’t all “Sans Fangirls”- just search up animations and artwork! Or, better yet- search up a full play through of the game (I recommend this order for newcomers- Neutral, Pacifist, Genocide) and let the story and gameplay do the talking! ^^

Just Shapes and Beats: Exactly what it says on the tin. Pro tip- once you’ve seen the full story mode, go check out KofiKrumble!

Minecraft: Of course I’d be into this fandom at some point, everyone will! I’m not into DreamSMP (please don’t kill me I’m just not interested in stuff like server-wide wars), but I AM fond of Hermitcraft and Empires!

Normal: I don’t really think about these fandoms too often, but they deserve a mention!

Harry Potter

Voltron: Legendary Defender

My Hero Academia

The Owl House (hey, while this fandom isn’t one of my favorites, you bet I watched the finale and cried the whole time!)

Doki Doki Literature Club (somewhat- in my master post, I mentioned I hate horror, so I avoid gameplay and stick to tvtropes/summaries- sorry- ^^;)

Kipo & The Age of Wonderbeasts

Pokémon

How To Train Your Dragon

Marvel (The Avengers!)

Mario

Splatoon

Kirby

Subnautica

Trollhunters (and the rest of the Tales of Arcadia! I LOVED that series- except for Rise of The Titans. We don’t talk about Rise of The Titans. /gen /lh)

Carmen Sandiego

Amphibia

“The Big Three”: These were the fandoms I was into as a little kid, and inspired me to start making fan fiction & headcanons!

Kung Fu Panda: Oh my god, I loved this series- and a 4th movie’s coming in 2024!

Big Hero Six: This is the OG- the first fandom I EVER got into! :D

Wakfu: Yugo accidentally inspired an OC (no info- yet! Not unless I learn how to draw!), so it’d be a crime to not include this fandom!

Well, I think that’s all- for now! If you want to learn about favorite characters, theories, head canons and the like- just ask! :D

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Chapter 2 - Shooting lessons (II)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N: Yessss it’s Hux turn now to be embarrassed 😈 by the stars I hope I did him justice. And this is not even the real deal. How do people even write this stuff?

Oh wait, I just did… somewhere in the next chapters 😬🙋

(Don't get any wrong ideas, me publishing 2 chapters in 2 days is a unique thing 😂 Let me know if some parts are inconsistent - I reviewed this so many times and I am literally falling asleep on my desk. But publishing the previous chapter got me enthusiastic and now I'm doing things I might regret yolooooooooo)

This was different.

Once, when he was still a Lieutenant and reluctantly assigned to drill newcomers by Brendol, he instructed cadets on their first shooting lessons. He took the job seriously, but the mandatory physical contact was something he had liked to avoid as much as possible. Having his father oversee his progress didn’t really help. The latter thought he could never do any good and ever since Sloane had bestowed the group of commandants' cadets from Arkanis on him, and made it clear the commandant had to convey his teaching techniques to him, tensions were… high.

Nonetheless, he made sure the new cadets were on the top rankings within the then already distributed First Order training curriculum, and tutoring these classes became a routine job.

This time, however, he felt that every little contact filled him with static electricity, although he was absolutely certain that was scientifically impossible. It made him lighter in his touch, doubtful, but also slightly longing to explore the strange responses their physical connection was making. He was slowly becoming aware that he was lingering just a bit too long on her hands, her arm, her shoulder, but he could not let go just yet. Seeing goosebumps form on her lower arm and the fact that he knew he was causing them, made him want to see which other effects he could have on her.

He gulped, all of a sudden conscious that the mysterious effect was starting to become bidirectional. His head felt light, caused by little sparks popping up in his brain, and his face felt like it was burning. Contradictory, goosebumps formed underneath his clothes. He became aware of how the fabric was rubbing his skin and he couldn't stop thinking about how it would be if it were her warm hands instead.

Hux took a sharp breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, forcing his eyebrows into a harsh furrow as much as possible in an effort to hide any other evidence apparent on his features.

“Remember this position. The stance of your arm will catch up the recoil. Now, try to aim and shoot,” he said sternly, hoping she didn’t hear the slight raspiness of his voice.

The blush on his cheeks refused to subside though, as did the thoughts of exploring her exposed skin some more. So he hastily decided to create some distance between them, before he would do something he might regret.

Once he regained his wits somewhat, he slowly went to stand behind Miko, trying to march with a steady thread. He hoped she wouldn’t turn around to check on him, because he suspected she could easily notice the result of his state of mind now.

Stars , this wasn’t the first time she made him lose his cool like this. He hated it, how she threw him off balance, made him feel out of control.

Miko positioned the blaster as instructed and took a shot. The result wasn’t good, but definitely better than the previous feeble attempt.

Looking at her stance, there was still some work to do. "Spread your legs a bit more" he added, very much aware that the instruction could be misinterpreted, given the light tremor intruding his spoken words. To his relief, she didn’t say anything about it. Now that he thought about it, she hadn't looked his way nor spoken for a while now. He wasn’t going to complain about that, thank the stars , but it was curious in comparison to her usual manners.

“Again, watch your left arm. Compensate.” he instructed, still aware that his voice didn't sound as determined as it usually did. The distance he created slowly made him able to focus again, though. At least enough, so he wouldn't blurt out ridiculous things. Or worse, do something he might regret.

Again, again, again, he had to repeat for another 10 minutes, and she still wasn’t able to hit the target - and he still wasn’t able to let the unprofessional thoughts dissipate. The only thing he could do for now, was keep them at bay.

He sighed, thinking about her lack of precision. When a recruit performed this badly, he usually sent them away for maintenance personnel training or something similar. Sanitising duty if he was extra annoyed.

But now, he had to persevere, if only for his own good. On top of that, his mind was still betraying him. It was as if it was sending him little doses of impure ideas, while having to watch her bring up her arms to aim the blaster, the pose exposing her curves more than usual. He repeatedly dictated her to correct her stance, resulting in her pivoting her feet with her usual energetic attitude. The accompanying harsh movements made her butt move in ways he couldn’t divert his gaze from, once he caught sight of it. Every little thing he noticed about her was making the shooting lessons even more of a challenge. But at least, the distance made it possible to subdue those thoughts enough to proceed with the exercise.

After another round of disheartening attempts, Miko hung down her shoulders and let out a frustrated moan, the raw noise bringing Armitage right back to his problematic thoughtlines, but this time much worse. He couldn’t stop the rather lewd visualisation that the sound forcibly pushed into his head. He could feel his blood boiling, his cheeks furiously glowing, fingers tingling as if they've been deprived of blood circulation all the while and oh by the galaxy his pants were becoming tighter…

Of all times, she turned around to face him now, as if she knew what he was going through after that groan of hers. In a haze of panic, Hux swiftly turned on his heels, towards the door, trying to hide the blush and other evidence in the less well lighted area of the loading bridge.

‘Short break’, he almost whispered, before he left the small hangar space.

Armitage fled to his quarters, for the second time locking the door, leaning onto it. He was acutely aware of the déjà vu, and he knew back then the urge, the want, only increased after he had opened the door. Whenever she got close to him, it was as if his body had a mind on its own. Before, he was able to control himself, but what happened in the hangar was absolutely ludicrous. He needed to get her out of his system, so he could actually instruct her without thinking about trailing his hands over not only her hands and arms, but also her back, trace the muscles there that pull her shoulders back as a response to his fingers, map the bones of her clavicle, watch her throat gulp when he passes there with his thumb, then dipping down slowly, cupping and squeezing her breasts, seeing her shudder under his touch running downwards, working his fingers under the hem of her pants, pulling her closer by her belt and…

Fuck. It was no use.

He was again standing there, up against the door, like a stupid horny lowlife, with a rock hard boner he could hang his greatcoat on. He felt foolish and worthless, not being able to keep his subconscious needs where they should remain: subconscious. He’s a frigging officer of the First Order, he was able to withstand much more triggers than this, mentally taking note that he was taking over her horrible swearing habits as well. Seeing someone act so freely, without any emotional boundaries, was stirring up things deep inside him he couldn't bring to words yet. It was tearing down his carefully built up walls and he wasn’t sure what to think about it.

But the dick was a serious issue. He still had to finish the training, to give their mission any chance of succeeding.

Frack.

He snapped open the neck clasp of his uniform and pulled the clothing open with a speed which could damage the material, but right now he couldn’t care less. He clipped open his belt, making sure the thing didn’t clatter on the floor and alarm her. For all he knew, she was standing right behind the door he was leaning onto. Oh by the maker … he shouldn’t have thought about that, an almost painful throb shooting through his cock, which made him lower his pants with a bit more care than the uncharacteristically frenzy he performed on his vest.

He took himself in his hand, shut his eyelids and debated whether or not he should do this. It’s been a while, he usually pulls so many all-nighters, making him pass out on his blue sofa or in best case in his bed with the datapad on his lap.

But, by closing his eyes, his wretched imagination took over, taking him back to the hangar and the sounds she let out, suddenly turning into something much more explicit in his imaginary ears. Stars, he hated the fact that he couldn’t control his thoughts from flowing freely, but it was no use - he couldn’t stop the images from popping up.

A fraction of a second later, he heard the same indecent noise but the scenery was replaced with the one in which she was only in one of his towels. When she was looking for something to wear, a few days ago, bowing down. His towels, his shirt, his… he wanted her to be his to claim…

He suddenly was standing mere inches from her flushed face, their breath’s mangling when she righted herselves and slowly leaned into him. He started peeling off the plush piece of fabric in his fabricated dream while he automatically started pumping himself, not aware of his ridiculous stance and the cold durasteel on his back. He was so far gone he wouldn’t notice a star exploding.

Hux didn’t think he still had a few brain cells left for producing imaginary scenarios like this, since he had tried to ignore them for so long.

But by taking the plunge, they made him dive so deep into his subconsciousness he wasn’t even aware of what was up or down and by the gods of the galaxy he was yearning, yearning for a soft touch, to make her feel good and just feel something in return, feel worthy and content, for once in his life. To be in control of her pleasure, to make her whimper under his touch when he slowly traced her arms and shoulder, like he did in the hangar, her plump breasts, her buttcheeks, every detail of her skin. Just take in the effects he could have on her and feed on them. Greedily take the nape of her neck in his hands and pull her closer to taste her, pulling her legs up and press-

He shuddered, quickly imagining being buried deep down in her, the pressing of his hands on her hips and her neck leaving bruises, and pulling her impossibly closer on his spilling cock.

He opened his eyelids, the light of the room playing tricks on his retina because he squeezed his eyes close too hard. He only then realised his hands were sticky from his cum, coming down from a height he hadn’t been on for a very long time.

Actually, if he thought about it, he couldn’t have imagined it was ever like this. This…intense… real. Soft? His usual sexual fantasies were definitely not this emotionally loaded and soft. And took a while longer to reach its climax. This was ridiculously improvised.

Now that he was more or less thinking clearly, it made him feel sick.

He was still trying to catch his breath, pondering on why she was doing this to him. How was he going to be able to withstand these urges he never had to keep under control before?

Hux heard some rambling in the wardroom, snapping him out the leftovers of his trance. How long was he standing here against the door? She might start asking questions if I don't get my act together now . He stumbled to the sink, washed up quickly, hastily put on his clothes - hissing when he raked the bacta patch while pulling his pants up - and combed his hair. Then, he double checked his appearance in the mirror, wanting to make sure there was no evidence left of his previous state of distress.

He took a deep breath, put his head up high and took long strikes to the door. This time, he wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted.

He just entered the wardroom and noticed Miko walking towards the cockpit, datapad and some rubbish in both hands.

What is she up to? Again?

Armitage followed her wake, both annoyed by her sudden and unauthorised action and curious what got into her head this time. When he arrived, that droid and she were doing something at the comm unit and didn't look at him entering.

"All set and done. You should be able to connect to my commlink now!” She exclaimed with a smile, signalling him that she did notice his arrival.

"The new identification code they provided us with is also installed. Your ship should be listed as a cargo vessel right now." She happily mentioned, after she placed her hands on her hips.

Hux sighed, glad a practical conversation might make him forget about what he just wanted to do to her, and replied: "Let's hope no one wants to actually check it out, because one glance from an enthusiastic republican will get us into trouble." Miko quickly turned her head towards him. “We should’ve painted the ship in a happy colour, you’re right. Like, bright orange.” she whispered in a secretive way.

He cocked his eyebrow, not sure what to do with her comment.

”Kidding Hux, I don’t have a death wish. Although I don’t know if death at your hands would be worse than whatever we’re facing next.” she said smilingly, turning back to the controls.

Hux gulped and decided not to react to that comment. He was content to hear she didn’t underestimate him, but he did just think about fucking her with his hands on her neck and now… he decided the weapons controls needed to be checked.

Any distraction would do.

After a short pause, she righted her back and said to him: “I'm done here. Up for round 2?”

He harshly turned his attention to her, slightly confused and already sweating under his collar, the sentence having a completely different meaning in his ears. Before he could actually register what she was really talking about, she exclaimed “I’ll be in the hangar” and turned around with a slightly bubbly attitude.

He sighed again and followed her wake, keeping enough distance. He wasn’t going to get tricked by his hormones twice.

The training session went on for another 30 standard minutes. Hux kept his distance and was able to find back his instructor mode, and even keep any unwanted distractions to a minimum. They kept going, until she was able to automatically pull, aim and shoot. Actually hitting a target was beneath any standards, but for the approaching rendezvous, just having the movement in her physical memory would have to suffice.

The proximity alarm went off, signalling their arrival. The duo stopped their activities. Miko holstered the blaster, put PC on her back, and followed in Hux’ shadow towards the cockpit.

A/N: Shields breaking, walls cracking… next time, maybe teeth colliding? Who knows…

#general hux x oc #armitage hux x oc #armitage hux smut #star wars fanfiction #generalginger #gingergeneral #lemonginger #general hux #armitage hux #star wars fic #sw fanfic #sw fic

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turianosauruswrex · 1 year

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🎵 for all three.

Thank you!! Prepare for essays I love my girls so much

Jules McAllister is my Courier Six for all newcomers and long-time followers who may have forgotten! Yes I have other Couriers (hi Miri, hi Faye, hi Sabine). Yes Jules is the one with the massive AU. She's a 5'3" Aries menace and I cherish her so deeply. She's never made a good decision in her life.

Anyways the song I have always, always most strongly associated with her is "When You Were Young" by The Killers.

It's the religious imagery and sense of heartache. It's the man coming in that she thinks will save her-- in the song it's a romantic interest, for Jules it's Caesar, taking the place, in her mind, of the father she didn't have growing up. It's the appearance of salvation from her addiction and her depression and rage at a system that's left her behind, with smooth words that tell her she's special, she's different, she's fit to join the Legion because she's not like the other women. It's the sense in the song, and the knowing in Jules' story, that this ends poorly. It's the heartache and longing for something better, for an escape, for someone to love you, and finding all of that in exactly the wrong way, place and person.

(This is the part where I disclaim that while yes I play and cosplay Legion characters sometimes no I don't think they're right of course not oh my god writing bad guys ain't the same as agreeing with 'em aaaaaaaaaa can you tell how many times people on this hellsite have given me shit for this)

Jules ends up crucified for her efforts in the Legion's victory over New Vegas. My good friend @randamhajile and her OC Lexington took it upon themselves to a) pull her sorry ass off the cross b) try to Redeem Her (questionable results) and c) remember that massive AU I referenced? It's this one! They go on adventures and there's, like, whole fanfics for it, I've put it on my resume. The tag for your perusal!

Sylvie Caron is my new rogue I am playing in a D&D game! She is a grave digger by trade, in a world that heavily frowns upon it, as part of a group called the Tallymen. Post-mortem care, on Papatūānuku, consists of the deceased's body and spirit being taken to the River of Souls to be reincarnated-- the Tallymen disagree with this being the best course of action. They, and Sylvie in turn, believe that it's better to bury bodies far away from the river, and wouldn't hesitate to resurrect someone if asked/hired for it. It is... a bit of a taboo job.

So Sylvie's song is "Bottom of the River" by Delta Rae.

I'll admit, I don't know Sylvie extremely well yet; I just started playing her last Saturday. But the ominous atmosphere, the work-song rhythm, and the river imagery especially, with the River of Souls contrasting with the toxic River Aspic of Sylvie's home city, ring true for her.

Now Katya Fyodorova-- long-time viewers will remember her as Grief, my pandemic game scourge aasimar shadow sorcerer and the love of my life and my icon, literally, here and on Twitter. She's my estranged Russian mafia brat. My chiaroscuro hot mess. My nightmare child sweet cheese light of my life who's going to royally fuck up hers. I hold her so so gently. And then snap her like a glowstick. Long-time viewers may also recall seeing her referred to as Katya Vorakh; the name change is intentional and plot-relevant lol. I started playing her in a game right at the beginning of the pandemic that fizzled out, and me being unreasonably attached to her I continue to play her on my play-by-post Westmarches-style Discord server. She's doing great (?)! Has a cousin, a few friends, a cat, a hot goth jock elf boyfriend, aside from the fact that a devil recently tore apart her apartment and she has two nemesii and her shitty ex-patron she's just recently found out is haranguing a friend and is Fucking Vecna it's great! Don't look at the six-armed angel in the corner.

Anyways I have so, so many songs for Katya, my beloved, but the one that's hitting me hardest lately is "A House In Nebraska" by Ethel Cain.

Yes I've been listening to Preacher's Daughter on a solid loop for like two and a half months. No I'm not okay. Don't worry about it. But for Katya! For Katya, this calls back to a key part of her backstory, the sudden and violent death of her best friend Artemy Vorakh, almost ten years ago at this point in her life. She still blames herself for it-- if he wasn't her friend, he never would have been caught in the mafia crossfire that ended his life-- but at the same time... she's selfish. She's not a great person. She wouldn't change the fact that they were friends. Her mourning him has been a quieter part of herself lately, as she's sloooooowly let down her walls and let herself make friends and fall in love, but it's still very much there. Like, this is the woman who dressed in mourning blacks and a widow's veil and called herself Grief and didn't show her face for years after Artemy's death. They were never romantically involved. There's a lot, a lot to their relationship-- she thought she was in love with him for six or seven years and never said anything, he stuck with her despite how difficult she frankly is, he was the only person in her life she trusted not to manipulate her for a long, long time, and they had loose (very loose) plans to run away from Baldur's Gate together and live anonymously. (Katya would have hated this. Katya was not in love with him. Katya confused love with a whole lot of things and has been terrified, terrified to put any kind of label on how she feels re: aforementioned hot goth jock elf beyond "I'm very fond of him".)

"Family Tree" and "Ptolemaea" also make an appearance on a Katya/Grief-related playlist, but that one's a surprise tool that will help us later :)

Aough okay this took me AN HOUR thank you so so much for asking!!! It was SO fun to write!!!

#asks #bleumanouche #jules mcallister #sylvie caron #katya fyodorova

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13 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Sandalphon (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), OCs Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Human, Alternative Universe - No COVID, Alternative Universe - Sports, Screenplay/Script Format, Rainbow Road

Summary: Hey babe, wake up. New season of Drive to Survive just dropped.

S5: E6 "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Ezira?

Synopsis: Newcomers, GO Force 1, bite off more than they can chew when signing on former Formula 3 champion and Formula 2 veteran Ezira Phale as their second driver.

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Yes, it's here! I got inspired after watching S4 of Drive to Survive, so now you get their episode with some additional behind the scene insights.

Thank you to @the-bentley for the beta!

15 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

Hey, for any #rainbow road followers, I was thinking of writing up a post explaining how the Russian invasion of Ukraine is directly affecting Formula 1. It ties into the concerns addressed in the author notes about F1's decisions to continue holding races in places like Russia, Qatar, and Saudi Arabia.

Obviously, the concerns of a multi-billion dollar international sport is low ranking compared to everything else happening right now, but looking at how other nations and corporations respond to the situation can help determine how it affects operations globally.

So, I'm just putting feelers out there. It's been a rapidly changing situation while F1 starts pre-season testing. Shoot me a comment or ask if you want to know more. I am tentatively drafting a post.

Eta: let me know if you want to be tagged so you see it, thanks!

17 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

Accept A Little Spin

It's the 2023 season, and sophomore driver, Ezira Phale, is out to prove he's worthy of his seat at McLaren F1 as the world tests the boundaries of his confidence and his relationship with IndyCar driver, AJ Crowley.

This is Part Two of a three-part series. While this story does cover some difficult topics and has challenging moments, I promise you that the reward is utter fluff. Part Three is in progress. I have written about 10k and will be spending NaNoWriMo completing it. It will most likely be shorter. And sweeter.

Again, this story uses CSS so it's important to read it with the 'creator's style' or work skin on. The story is COMPLETE and will be updated on a routine schedule. Massive thanks to @the-bentleyBentley for beta-reading and cheerleading, @dustandhalos for the wonderful artwork, and the F1 Discord server for giving me an opportunity to scream about F1 literally every day. Special thanks to @kookaburra-laugh for the you-know-what at the place with the thing.

74 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

TOP TEN FICS OF 2021

All right, after reading @kookaburra-laugh's fic rec list of 2021, I decided to make my own. This is in no particular order, my favorite stories I read this year (even if they all weren't written in 2021).

1. The Way We Are by @entanglednow, E, 2k

I personally enjoy stories about real sex, which is weird to write about snake!Crowley, but it certainly feels real and loving. This story is less sexy and more just romantic and supportive. It changed how I view and write Aziraphale.

2. Omens of Another Kind by WorseOmens, NR, 189k

Do you want an immersive setting with high stakes, a rich fleshed-out alternate universe full of magic and wonder? This story is so good, I couldn't put it down.

3. (Slow) Burn, Baby, Burn by orchidlocked, E, 279k

This is maybe my favorite story I have ever read, ever. I love the setting. I love that it could easily slide into a canon timeline. I love that they are still supernatural, but the emotion and stakes are so very human. This story doesn't shy away from difficult themes, and it makes the universe so rich. It doesn't hurt that it also comes with a fantastic playlist. Please, please give this a go. You will not be disappointed.

4. Curse of the Witchfinder by KitschyKit, M, 2k

I have this story under a tag in my bookmarks called, Makes Me Feel Seen. It's a story I come back to again and again about an unusual protagonist, Shadwell, and the burden he's carried throughout his life grappling with his queer identity. It's a love letter to the older generations in the LGBTQ+ community, and I love the role Crowley plays here as well.

5. out here making news by sabinelagrande, G, 1k

Featuring bastard!Aziraphale, this is the Untitled Goose Game/Good Omens crossover you didn't know you needed.

6. side effects by darcylindbergh (@forineffablereasons), E, 7k

This gut-punched me and falls under the tag Makes Me Feel Seen in a big, big way. I come back to this on the days I'm feeling my worst not because it makes me feel better but because it makes me feel less alone.

7. Faster Than a Speeding Bentley by nightbloomingcereus (@moondawntreader), M, 76k

God, this story is delightful. It has all the best comic book archetypes while still feeling true to Crowley and Aziraphale. This story scratched a huge itch I had for a good superhero AU.

8. A Shifting Spectrum of Grey, by PenroseSun, E, 21k

I can't fully express how this story makes me feel. It's aching at times and so beautifully written and explored.

9. Part and Parcel by sabinelagrande, E, 2.5k

If you haven't noticed, there's a theme in my list about identity and acceptance, and this is a very hot, hot way to go about it. I just love anything with Crowley and gender feels, and this hits the spot.

10. Dinner and Diatribes by KitschyKit, E, 8.5k

Please heed the tags. This is a love letter to consensual non-consent. It's well-written, excruciatingly hot, and so loving, but of course, it's not for everyone.

104 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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