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🖊 🖊 🖊 🖊 — for Kit, Samir, André & Anruh?
ohohoho hell yess
Because the original concept for this story was inspired by the song ‘Angel with a shotgun’, Kit is made to shamelessly embody the era of early to mid 2010’s. The aesthetic, the music (specifically pop- and alternative rock), the fashion, hell even the social media. What I mean with that is they 100% have a Tumblr, and they 100% will comment on your shoelaces.
Also, because I felt the urge to pay homage to the song that started it all, Kit is also in a band ! They mainly do covers of the most hype early to mid 2010’s songs, with Kit being the lead vocalist and backup guitarist. The name of the band is ‘Shotgun Angels’, and depending on who you ask shotgun is referring to different things (To Kit and Daisy it means riding shotgun, Lexi says it’s about the weapon, according to Dennis it’s referring to the can drinking thing, and Niall just thinks it sounds cool). The band does play a big part in the story as one of the main outlets for Kit, but also for them to have fun with their friends.
I feel like Samir has become one of my favorite characters to write, in that his arc and journey is very interesting. Simplest way to explain it; a submissive person slowly becomes more dominant, which is their true form. Like Samir will never put himself in the role of a leader, but the moment he’s pushed into it he’s so fucking good at it like actually born for it. It’s really neat and I hope I’m writing it as well as I think I am lmao. And while I’m struggling with finding natural ways to fit in character descriptions in my works; Samir is a big man. He’s tall, he’s fat, he has stretch marks and body hair and he’s so fucking beautiful. Absolutely Ethereal and I will not shut up about it.
ANDRÉ ! Baby boy, happy late birthday omfg he’s 23-
Not a single day goes by without me thinking of his bioluminescent pink blush and honestly I need to draw more of it. André is so- he’s so AAA he makes me so happy ! I love how he and the rest of PAXS are so unconditionally cringe and have a fucking routine for introducing their squad. Honestly I love his dynamic with everyone, how he’s friendly and open-minded while still knowing his boundaries. Also, also, him not being prone to anger and then finally snapping and just going feral and destroying shit is so fucking yummy ! And both you and I know damn well that when he gets used to his wings he uses them to extra hug his friends.
I struggle with drawing Anruh and Ruben because Anruh is an absolute unit and Ruben is tiny lmao. That aside, Anruh is a massive fucking softie and I love that for her. Like, she’s such a romantic person without even realizing it. She can kill you in an instant or she can give you the softest forehead kisses, it’s such a wonderful duality. And it does create a ‘of mice and men’ kinda situation where she really wants to interact with the small things in the forest but she also knows damn well that she can snap nacks with the flick of her finger so she tries to stay away from them(I have an excerpt of this that I am unsure if I ever posted…). And then in comes Ruben lmao. I also really like her hairstyle <3
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📌 How deeply do you develop your characters’ sexual preferences and history? Is it all planned out, or are you throwing darts?
🙌 What is, in your opinion, the best sex scene you’ve ever written? Best is subjective here—sexiest, most emotional, well-written, etc. It means anything you want it to mean!
🤝 Have you written any non-sexual or platonic kink scenes before?
~ @void-botanist
thank you for asking!! <3
📌 How deeply do you develop your characters’ sexual preferences and history? Is it all planned out, or are you throwing darts?
honestly it depends on the story and the character. for most characters, i actually do a lot of it on the fly/throwing darts because (as much as i love sex) a lot of my wips don't have sex as a MAJOR plot point that i need to plan out, so i only think about it when i feel like it or i wanna do something sexy.
paramour and the fall of galere universe in general is different because esp in book 1 with hya & amon sex IS a major plot point. so i did a LOT more work than i've ever done kind of developing out sexual preferences and histories esp for hya and amon :)
🤝 Have you written any non-sexual or platonic kink scenes before?
nah never done it. its just not really my thing personally, but i think it's cool when other people do it! (like @henrike-does-writing-sometimes when they've written anruh and ruben in that predator/prey scene that was so GOOD. obsessed with it tbh).
🙌 What is, in your opinion, the best sex scene you’ve ever written? Best is subjective here—sexiest, most emotional, well-written, etc. It means anything you want it to mean!
another scene that i really really like is actually a curveball one that i haven't ever talked about but me and my partner yves have a Lot of OCs and two of our characters, kameko and densetsu, eventually end up in a literal like 7-8 person polycule with the empress (mei) and others. however, they were each other's first times when they were like 18-20-ish when everyone was in the "feelings are a complicated mess" stage, before they actually all figured everything out and got together with their respective 'main partners' plus everyone else. it's actually kind of long and i wanna edit it a bit before i post it, but i don't mind sharing that little scene in the next like. hour or so LMAO. but i come back to it a lot because i love the banter kame and deni have, and i feel like i really portrayed how tumultuous kameko's mind was at the time (because very long story short, she has very low self esteem at this point in her life, in part because she doesn't know she's bigender, in part because of her tragic backstory tm among other things and this is also before yves and i added more info to the backstories, such as kameko and her brother/cousin being dragons etc etc) but yeah. they're funny and i love their dynamic so i find myself rereading that scene often.
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She was rough and merciless, what was fragile never sought her out. Nor did she seek out what was fragile, avoiding it at all costs. What was fragile needed gentleness, lest they break. And Anruh didn’t want to break Ruben.
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Anruh let her hands curl into fists and closed her eyes, forcing the thoughts away. "I don’t want to hurt him. But I fear that the longer I am by his side, the harder it will be to resist."
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“No one is going to hurt me-”
“I will!” Anruh cut him off with a roar that shook the trees. One that made Ruben jump. And while it filled Anruh with guilt, she continued on. Made herself appear bigger and stronger, like the dangerous being she truly was. All in hopes of scaring the human away.
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"Do you really think you can get through to her?" Adrian asked.
"Honestly, no," Ruben confessed bluntly. "But I promised her eternity. So I'll try my best!"
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Even if his heart was pounding harder than it ever had before. Even if her eyes had warped into endless pits of darkness, the substance dripping down onto the human. Even if he was prey at the mercy of a predator. He knew he was safe. Because despite it all, it was still his Anruh.
A collection, I fucking love them man <3
#writeblr#snippets#wip#Gammellunden#it's just#yeah <3#Anruh dealing with her curse which has led her to believe she is incapable of being loved#and here comes ruben on his way to show her she's not only capable but so fucking worthy of being loved#they make me soft
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To desire was to hunger. To feel the raw beating of a heart against your lips, to mark up insides in ways that wouldn’t fade and couldn’t be replaced.
And Ruben didn’t mind.
If Anruh wanted to squeeze his every organ to mush, carve her name into his broken bones and rip his heart from his chest, he’d let her.
Y'all need to put me down tbh.
#why does my writing always end up in cannibalism one way or another ??#writeblr#wip#wip snippet#wip : Gammellunden#tw gore#gore#don't know if this counts but just to be on the safe side
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HENRIKE!!! i’m sorry life is being shit rn 🫂🫂 i would love to know more about ruben and anruh’s backstories before they meet each other—friends and family they have (or struggle with) and that kind of stuff! or their favorite things to do together/favorite things about each other
would also love to hear fucking ANYTHING about the divine boys im love them sm it’s Unreal
Ren my beloved <3<3<3<3 !!!
sorry this took a while, today's been rough lmao
Here are some Ruben and Anruh backstory bits (that I can think of for now);
Ruben is in his second year of high school, where he studies nature science. The story is set during the spring term, meaning he's 17 turning 18 (February 20th).
His happy stims include hand flapping, bouncing, and a slew of vocal stims like shrieking and humming. Humming, along with rocking, is also what he does when stressed or overstimulated.
Him and his friends play DnD together and he basically always plays Wood Elf Druid because it best aligns with his special interests lmao.
While I have yet to fully figure out his parents, I do know of his older sister, who I've spoken about before; Karin ! (pronounced like car-in). She's 7 years older and managed to avoid eldest daughter syndrome, good for her.
She is, however, both dismissive and overbearing, leading to the two of them having a lot of fights.
Karin works as a Ranger which, while not affiliated with the police, functions in similar ways just out in the wild and dealing with mythical beings. And with none of the racism and shot-first mentalities.
Anruh is 4 years older than Ruben, making her 21 during the story then 22 on September 3rd. (however, whenever I write kink-related content of these two they're 25 and 29 or older)
She works with silviculture and is one of the few to do night shifts, practically being alone in her region. There are reasons for this, but I kinda want to keep those secret for now.
Those things are also the reason she kills. Urroa's are omnivores, but Anruh's basically been a full-on carnivore since she was 6 when she first killed.
She likes poetry, and as a kid it was her dream job. She still dabbles in it, but is happy with working in the woods.
Her dad is named Freryn and he's everything. Before Ruben he was the only one who was patient with her. He brings her food and checks in on her when she's been isolating for too long <3
This is not backstory, but fun fact ! Because of their antlers, urroa shirts lace up in the back
As for the Divine Boys, I've for one realized that the way I've so far written their fighting styles is influenced by their hobbies/sports. Rei's a gamer so he's a quick and strategic thinker. Andie's a cheerleader so they do a lot of jumping and spinning and flipping. Timothy does ballet so he's light and graceful. Nico skates so he's quick and more aware of his surroundings. Mike's an archer so his fighting is long-ranged.
This was wholly unintentional but I love it sm.
I've also figured out what the Circus' deal is; ORGAN HARVESTING ! But with a twist, it's about the 'core' of a person. Kinda like the soul. So they basically lure people to their circus, wear them down little by little, then swipe the people who are ripe for the picking.
I also need to draw them again <3
I'm currently trying to get into The Divine because I feel the urge, but yeah things are happening alot lol
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The Most Willing Prey.
Because the last oneshot I wrote was in Anruh's pov I wanted to try something from Ruben's perspective and, yeah. This was supposed to be about him having masochistic and freaky fantasies about his monster girlfriend, but it turned into him experiencing desire for the first time and trying to navigate it while not fully understanding why he's feeling the way he's feeling.
It's still kinky, don't worry about that, but it was supposed to be a lot kinkier lmao
I'm also going to have to incorporate a lot of this into the actual story because god damn
Word count: 984
Warnings: Guro-esque | Gore and violence as erotic
Kinks: Dom/sub undertones | Light Masochism | Primal play
Wip: Gammellunden
Characters: Ruben Hylén
: Oneshot Taglist - @vacantgodling :
Let me know if you want to be added/removed !
Enjoy~
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The hours were ticking down slowly. Too slowly for Ruben's liking. Which wasn't rare. Hours spent trapped inside with an almost unbearable amount of sensory stimuli could easily drive anyone up the wall. Turning those hours into countless eternities.
But Ruben wasn't overwhelmed. The broken lightbulb in the corridor that flickered too loudly had been fixed. There had been pasta for lunch that day, with their unofficially assigned table unoccupied. The math teacher had even let him wear his headphones while he worked on their assigned chapter. Ruben hadn't been this at ease with the school environment in months. And yet, something irked him. Dragged him down and refused to tell him why.
It followed him home, too. Hung over him as he walked through the forest, and all the way up to his bedroom.
Ruben unceremoniously dropped his backpack by his desk, before dropping down on his bed. He sat in silence for a moment, trying once again to asses what the strange feeling within him was. When he once more failed he made a frustrated noise and fell back on his bed. Ruben stared up at the ceiling, frowning as the feeling didn’t even have the decency to itch over his skin. Instead, it was rooted deep so Ruben wouldn’t be able to reach it however hard he tried. Had it been his skin, he could’ve tried to itch it. But he’d already tried multiple times, and it didn’t work.
Still, Ruben ran a dull and stubborn nail across his freckled arm, leaving a red line to blossom in its wake. He'd never been one for scratches, finding the sensation too odd to be comfortable. But maybe it was because his nails weren't sharp enough. Maybe if it were Anruh’s claws…
Ruben let out a shuddered breath. Caught off guard by the warmth that fluttered within him at the thought. Warmth that, for a brief moment, calmed that strange feeling. It burnt to the touch, and yet Ruben found himself reaching out. Curiously welcoming the flames to lick his hand.
She'd easily slice his skin. Tantalizingly so. Slow and steady, drawing constellations with red ink. Or maybe she'd be quick and messy, ripping him apart like an animal. Like a predator, and he her prey. Ruben thought back to when she mauled the bear. Painting the snow in shades of red and pink without care. Brutal and without mercy, so effortlessly too. Would Anruh be the same with him? Was hunger and desire not the same? That was how people described it, at least. It was the allegory Karin had used when explaining her countless crushes.
“It’s like when you’re really craving something to eat, and that something is a specific person.”
“That sounds like cannibalism.”
“I mean, in a way it kinda is. Human connection is weird like that. You’ll understand when you’re older, trust me.”
Ruben wasn’t sure he fully understood even if he was older now. But the warmth that steadily grew within him beckoned him closer. As if promising him all the answers he was looking for. And Ruben followed. Closing his eyes, he delved further. Let himself be completely enveloped in the strange flames.
Did Anruh prefer pliant prey? The ones who dropped to their knees before her, giving her permission to do as she pleased. Or did she like them fighting? Those who kicked and screamed and did everything they could to flee, who had to be held down firmly and forced into submission.
Ruben would be lying if he claimed he wouldn't cave under Anruh. That her heavy gaze was enough for him to drop. But that didn't seem like fun, for either one of them. Ruben knew he was no match for the urroa, but the thought of trying regardless. Of being chased through the woods with her right on his heels. Of fighting tooth and nail for his life, adrenaline pumping in his veins. To truly be her prey. But after, when he was at her mercy with no means to escape, she could do whatever she wanted. Agonizingly slow, or merciless roughness. Perhaps a bit of both. Teasing the act for hours before stealing his breath in seconds. Ruben would be happy either way. And it scared him.
Desire like this was uncharted territory. Which should be Ruben's favorite, but this time it felt different.
It felt raw. And real in ways Ruben couldn't fathom. Like for once in his life he understood every cue laid out before him. Like his die rolled 20s every single try. But this wasn't a game, this wasn't a roleplay. This was real. And it made him just as nervous and uncertain as it made his heart swell and his knees weak.
Like the first time he'd seen Anruh. Struck by dread, but oh so ridiculously mesmerized all the same.
Keeping his eyes closed, Ruben exhaled softly. If he thought hard enough, he could see her before him. Could imagine her pinning him down to the forest floor. Hand on his chest, claws poking at the skin of his collarbones. Promising to puncture it if he so much as breathed wrong. Perhaps she was waiting for it. Waiting for a moment to strike, to drag her claws down his belly. Cutting him open and granting her easy access to his insides. Because why would she kill him before having her feast? To desire was to hunger. To feel the raw beating of a heart against your lips, to mark up insides in ways that wouldn’t fade and couldn’t be replaced.
And Ruben didn’t mind.
If Anruh wanted to squeeze his every organ to mush, carve her name into his broken bones and rip his heart from his chest, he’d let her. If only to satisfy that strange and frightening curiosity burning bright within him. If only to satisfy their desire, he’d be her most willing prey.
#monsterfuckers come get y'all juice#writeblr#wip#writing#oneshot#wip : Gammellunden#I have another oneshot in the works that is way more kinky lmao
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I am down so bad for Lavendula you have no idea. It's a little embarrassing, but it's true :>
i doodles this for you 💛 in her book we’re gonna see more of her hair down and her learning how to be herself soooo very excited for you to be even less normal about her~
biggest blorbos i have for you are firstly anruh and ruben i’m NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM YOUR HONOR 😭 type of stuff that has you frothing at the mouth and having to stop reading to take a moment to compose yourself bc they’re so cute 😭
also very very attached to samir from to the end. i just want to hug him 👉🏾👈🏾
also idk if u can have a blorbo wip but the entire divine boys wip i’m obsessed with i’m just HFJRRJ YOUR MIND
#tbh you loving lavendula so much helped me develop her a lot <3#she is princess best gorl#friends tag#ren art
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Like yeah, Anruh tops/doms because that's what feels good for both of them and Ruben loves it when she's rough with him and all that,
but it's also so that Anruh can prove to herself that she has control over herself, that she CAN be both rough and gentle and she won't hurt anyone. That she's allowed to have nice, small, fragile things without the fear of breaking them keeping her away. That her strength and size and brutality are attractive, especially to the person she loves who trusts her.
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The Hunt
Monsterfuckers come get your juice !
A little oneshot separate from the main story, featuring Ruben and Anruh engaging in some of their kinks. This is all consensual. It might read as dub-con, particularly in the beginning, but this is all fully consensual primal play with a predator/prey dynamic. This is also why I'm not adding CNC to the kink list since that's not accurate to the scene.
This also does not include any sexual content in the traditional sense, just kink.
Word count: 1279
Warnings: Blood | Slight possessive behaviour | Biting
Kinks: Primal play | Blood play | Mild fear play | Sadism and Masochism | Dom/sub undertones
Wip: Gammellunden
Characters: Ruben Hylén and Anruh
: Because this is not part of the main story and includes kink, I'm not going to add the wip taglist in case it might make anyone uncomfortable. However, because I promised, I will tag @vacantgodling :
Enjoy~
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November was a cruel month. Barren, dead, and cold. With no snow to soften it’s rough earth, and no birds to comfort its eerie nights. It made sense that prey tried their best to stay close to home during those nights. That they made sure not to wander too far into the unforgiving darkness of Gamellunden that would swollow them whole. For predators it meant days without food, days without the thrill of the hunt. But then again, it made it all the more satisfying when they caught sight of some poor and lost soul. Oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows.
Anruh had been stalking behind Ruben for a while now, watching him as he wandered further and furher into the forest. Seemingly with no destination in mind, driven solely by detrimental curiosity. It made her lips curl into a vicious grin, but she remind hidden. Patiently waiting for just the right moment to reveal herself, and the hunt could begin.
That moment came in short, as Ruben stopped dead in his tracks. Just now realizing he was lost. As he spun around, assessing his surroundings to figure out where he was, Anruh slowly moved closer. Not much, not at once. Enough for him not to notice her approach. Enough for him to just make her out in the darkness, to question what he was seeing. And the look on his face when his eyes finally found her was worth every second she’d waited. Walking that fine line of dread and confusion, eyes echoing prayers that she wasn’t real. When Ruben took a cautious step back, Anruh followed after. Ruben’s eyes widened, reality an icy tidal wave crashing into him. Anruh could almost hear the way his heart beat heavy.
Ruben was first to move. Swiftly turning on his heel and dashing away. Anruh gave him a few seconds before she took chase. It would’ve been easy to catch up to him, even if he was running as fast as he could. But that wouldn’t have been fun. No, Anruh preferred this game instead. Being right on his heels but keeping him just out of reach, feeding him false hope that he could get away. Wearing him down slowly. Anruh just had to keep an even pace, and eventually Ruben would succumb to the ache in his legs and his steps would falter.
Still, he put up a good chase. He always did. And it took a good while before Anruh caught up to him.
She got a hold of Ruben’s shoulders and threw him to the ground. He gasped once on the impact, then again as Anruh pounced. Ruben tried to escape, acting on pure instinct as he kicked and thrashed. But Anruh was both stronger and bigger than him, and it didn't take long before she had him firmly in her grasp. With her hands wrapped tightly around his wrists she pinned him to the ground. Her figure caging him in. Ruben stared up at her with wide doe eyes. Frozen in fear, at her complete mercy. Anruh’s gaze was dark and hungry, her sharp grin victorious and bloodthirsty.
Predator and prey.
Slowly, Anruh leaned down to Ruben’s neck, feeling his breath hitch as her own brushed against his fair skin. Gently, she kissed the flesh. Providing false comfort and promises that there was nothing to be scared of. Ruben didn’t believe her, tugging at his wrists in a last attempt to escape, and to that Anruh chuckled.
She continued to kiss him. Feeling his raging heartbeat against her lips as she traveled across his neck. At times she kissed a little harder, sucked on the flesh, and let her teeth graze the frail surface. And the responses were enough to quell even the most aching hunger. Small noises, gasps and whimpers, just barely audible. And the obedient tilt of Ruben’s head, giving Anruh more room to work. To explore the territory she was already so familiar with.
Ruben moaned when Anruh’s lips pressed hard against a particular spot. His every defense surrendering, body turning to jelly in her hands.
Anruh leaned back slightly. Enough to catch a glimpse of Ruben’s face— contorted in carnal desire. Enough so that he could see it when she opened her mouth wide, revealing teeth that could break bones like twigs. His breath shuddered at the sight, and he braced himself for the inevitable. But Anruh only let her teeth rest lightly against his skin. Dragging them over Ruben’s sweet spot again and again, teasing. Perhaps it was to give him the impression she was considering letting him go. Perhaps she wanted to see how long she could drag it out before Ruben started to beg.
If she wanted, Anruh could’ve simply told him to, and Ruben would’ve pleaded like his life depended on it. Begged so desperately for her mouth to be upon him, to sink her teeth into him and chew him up. The most willing prey.
But tonight he didn’t need to beg. Only lie still and be patient.
When Anruh’s teeth finally pierced the flesh, Ruben gave a needy cry. Fading into sobbing moans as the urroa sank her teeth deeper. Agonizingly slow, driving the human wild. The bite wasn't too deep —Anruh was always careful not to cause irreparable damage to her beloved— but a few seconds could easily be dragged out into hours. Especially when it resulted in Ruben whimpering and squirming in her grip.
Once her teeth were sheathed enough in his flesh, Anruh gave a light tug. A reminder of just how easily she could rip him apart. She wouldn't, never ever. But to tease the possibility was downright thrilling for the both of them. Anruh tugged again, before she began to gently nibble at the flesh. Moving her teeth in and out slowly, drinking the blood trailing from the wounds. Ruben moaned, body trembling as he was taken apart— As he was devoured. And Anruh ate as if she was starving. Like this was her first feast of November. Where the only things chiming the forest were the raw sounds of the predator, and the wanton noises of the prey.
After what felt like hours, Anruh pulled away slowly. Sitting back up, she let her fingers slide over Ruben’s arms as she released her grip. Though he remind still. Held under Anruh’s heavy gaze. She stared down at him with the pride of a hunter; Ruben's eyes were hazed over and red with tears, messy hair even more ruffled up and skin flushed like the setting sun. His chest was rising slowly with his heavy breathing. And his neck— his neck. Bloody and bruised, skin punctured and torn. The collar of his shirt stained. A low growl rumbled through Anruh’s chest. Felt more than heard.
She dipped down once more, trailing her tongue over the wound. Licking up the blood, savoring the metallic and sweet flavor. When the red stains were gone she kissed his skin. Pressed her lips to each hole in his neck. Ruben sighed as she did, hummed contently as she traced a path with her lips. From neck to shoulder to collarbone, up his throat and jaw. As she did, Anruh let her hands travel up the sides of Ruben’s body, making him shiver under their touch. She brought them all the way up cup her beloved’s freckled cheeks. Holding him so carefully as she wiped away the remaining tears with her thumbs.
Ruben leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering close as the kissing continued. His forehead, down the slope of his nose. And finally, his lips. Long and loving. The finale to Anruh’s feast.
“Mine.”
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veo & rurah for the ship names tag 🌚
REN ! Best friend !!
oooo these two have sorta similar dynamics, but different flavors, and they both make me go
RURUH ( Canon King )
AAAAAAAAA
They're both filthy freaks and I love that for them ! Kinky bastards who are so unconditionally in love it's disgusting.
They're so soft and enable each other in the best ways possible. The things other's find unattractive is what the other is obsessed with.
Anruh's ruthlessness and brutal strenght ? Ruben's drooling.
Ruben's reckless curiosity and infodumping ? Anruh's got heart-eyes.
And don't get me started on the physical aspects, mainly their size difference.
But yeah, they're super cute and wholesome and devoted to each other in ways that make me ill. Even when I'm writing them being kinky are they cute lmao. I really like the themes of wilderness and nature when it comes to these two, as well as their whole predator and prey dynamic. And how it also kinda goes into "fuck the modern world which made us feel ashamed."
Wreck of Our Hearts by Sleeping Wolf is their song because it perfectly encapsulates how Ruben and Anruh have both been made to feel ashamed about certain parts of themselves and slowly learn to love them through the other. The slow descent into love neither expected nor knew they deserved, and being slightly scared as it happens. But they're falling together <3
VEO ( It's Complicated )
Bro, these two, make me a special kind of insane (affectionate). They're two traumatized kids finding solace in each other, coming to terms with what has happened to them, and then learning to heal.
I don't know when I started to ship them as hard as I did, but this is probably the only ship I've had to force myself to not make it canon lol. I kinda compensated by making their relationship ambiguous. Either way it's a tragedy, because Vega is dead by the last act.
But that aside, they're super cute ! It's my all-time favorite sunshine x grumpy with star motifs and undying loyalty because "you understood me when no one else did". It's them telling the stories behind the scars they've been so ashamed of while the other gently runs their fingers over them. It's them feeling safe enough to break down in each other's arms and for once be weak.
I chose Quiet by LIGHTS as their song because it has that vibe of ambiguity and how things are enough as they are. How they're important to each other without having to label it. Thinking about it, Leo and Vega's relationship reads a lot as queerplatonic, with all the romantic connotations without the actual romance. Which is neat !
A little headcanon I have for when we get to the Abomination part of this timeline, which is 15 years after atsaw, is that Leo gets a tattoo of the lyra constellation on their back with a heart around its alpha star; Vega. (I also headcanon that Elio, Vega's younger brother, names his future daughter Lyra after her <3)
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really big fan of how Anruh's only two nicknames for Ruben are on complete opposite ends of the horny scale;
Lilla väsen (little creature), alt. Lilla väsenet mitt (my little creature) - Based on Ruben's love for magic and anthrozoology, also cute because the monster is referring to the human as being the mythical one
Little rabbit - I don't have to explain this one, if you get it you get it
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Amidst Dancing Light~
Word count: 1440
Warnings: Mild intrusive thoughts, if you squint
Wip: Gammellunden
Characters: Ruben Hylén, Anruh
: Taglist - @vacantgodling @zonnemaagd :
Let me know if you want to be added/removed !
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“Are you ready?” Anruh asked softly.
“I have been since you said you had a surprise.” Ruben confessed bluntly. She shook her head fondly. “Then open your eyes.” and he did.
They were standing by a small lake, surrounded by birch and oak. With willow trees bowing down to gently kiss the water’s hand. The sun had vanished behind the treetops. Yet the water was still flushed in light, as a thousand pixies danced over the surface. Like a small piece of the celestial had fallen down, brought to life by the magic of Gammellunden.
Ruben’s eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. He wanted to scream out his joy, jump around in disbelief and ask the urroa if she was seeing the same thing he was. But he remained still, staring at the scene completely awestruck. Finding that poetic words and paintings of gold and purple were nothing in comparison. Never came close to doing the scene justice in their depictions. Ruben felt Anruh take his hand and began leading him closer to the lake’s edge. They walked slowly, the urroa taking the lead while the human’s eyes remained locked at the scene he never would’ve thought he’d ever get to see.
“Worth the wait wouldn’t you say, lilla väsen?” Anruh spoke in a quiet vocie.
“Yeah.” Ruben breathed out. They’d stopped right by the water's edge, where gentle waves collided with the rocks. There was a good distance between them and the dancing lights. And while he could see it perfectly fine, Ruben wanted to be closer.
With hurried and clumsy movements, Ruben kicked off his shoes. Discarded his socks before stepping into the water. It was cold- enough to make him shiver. But not enough to numb his legs or usher him back up to land. Ruben made his way further out with slow, methodical steps. Careful not to slip on seaweed or step on anything sharp that lay hidden within the depths. Soon he was standing right at the edge of the pixies’ ballroom. Most were still enveloped in the silent rhythm, and continued to dance undisturbed. But a few had ceased, staring down at the human with questioning eyes.
He reached his hand out and offered a friendly smile. One of the pixies tilted its head, though out of curiosity rather than caution. It then flew closer, inspected his hand before taking a seat on his palm, resting its tired wings and stretching its arms above its head. Ruben’s smile became giddy. As carefully as he could he pulled his hand closer, getting a better look at the pixie who’d deemed him unthreatening. A relief, to say the least. The small creature was skinny and dark-skinned, like it was made from twigs. Its wide eyes were pitch black from pupil to sclera, and the wings were reminiscent of those of a firefly, the veins shining bright and golden. In the midst of his observation, Ruben failed to notice the swarm of Pixies coming to surround him. All equally curious about this strange new creature. A few settled on him; hands, shoulders and his soft bed of auburn curls.
Ruben had to bite down on his bottom lips to not shriek out of joy. He could feel himself almost bursting at the seams, trembling like he would explode at any moment.
“Anruh,” he whispered gleefully. “Are seeing this?” he turned to the shore, where the urroa was still standing. When meeting her gaze, Ruben found something glimmering in her dark eyes. Something soft shining somewhere in her endless forests of pine and oak. It vanished as she averted her gaze, shifting stiffly in place. Ruben’s head fell to the side. “Anruh?” he spoke a little louder, redirecting the pixies’ eyes to her. She didn’t answer him, only regarded the scene with eyes now hooded and indifferent.
Ruben might not be the greatest at reading people, much less be the one to figure out if something was wrong. But the urroa’s look was way different from when they’d arrived at the lake. Almost like she was forcing herself to look uninterested. Pretending that Ruben hadn’t seen that warm fire in her eyes. But he had, and as if standing in that dark forest of pine and oak, he found himself longing for it. Without thinking he began wandering in search of the source of that warmth and light.
As he walked back, the swarm of pixies followed after. No longer invested in their dance.
“Something on your mind?” Ruben asked, tilting his head to look up at Anruh. She once again looked away. “I…” she began hesitantly before shaking her head. “It’s nothing.”
“Do you wanna get a closer look?”
“I’ve seen this a thousand times,” Anruh smiled. “Besides, I don’t think they’ll appreciate me as they do you.” as if waiting for the perfect moment, a new swarm of pixies arrived to settle on Anruh’s antlers. Much to her surprise and Ruben’s amusement.
“You were saying?” he snorted. Anruh rolled her eyes, but made no attempt at getting the small creatures away from her. Instead, she kept her gaze up at them, and that faint glimmer was once again visible.
Ruden bit his bottom lip, “Hey.” he said softly, and when Anruh looked down at him he held his hands out. The pixies previously seated had moved to his jacket's hood, tucked in well in the soft material.
There was a moment of silence before Anruh sighed in feigned defeat, putting her hands over Ruben’s. She found amusement in how he ran his thumbs over her rough skin. And it only grew as it look the human three steps back before his hold began tugging her along. Grew even more when she had to take much shorter steps so she wouldn’t walk over him. Ruben didn’t seem to notice, only smiled his ridiculous grin that made his eyes sparkle.
When they came to stop, they were right in the middle of the pixies still ongoing dance number. The ones who had accompanied them bid their silent farewells before rejoining their friends.
“It’s better up close, right?” Ruden said quietly as he watched the pixies, marveling at how effortlessly in sync they were. Despite all the complex twists and turns.
“I suppose it is.” Anruh hummed. Her hands were still in Ruben’s, but with a flick of her wrist, it was her holding his. An action that went unnoticed by the human.
‘Good’ Anruh thought, letting her gaze fall. The difference between their hands was near ridiculous; One coarse and scared and solid, the other soft and warm and so, so small. Almost intimidatingly so. A stone giant cradling an owlet, one wrong move and-
Anruh swallowed, pulling her lips to a thin line she glanced up at Ruben. With the light of the pixies shining all around him, it almost didn’t seem like nighttime. The warm, golden light made him glow like the sun. Turned his auburn hair into the softest of copper. Suddenly his hundred freckles had turned to thousands. Had he always had dimples? Anruh felt a tremble in his hand, saw the way he was bouncing in place. She could sense the rumble of something longing to be released; an incoherent and joyous scream.
Without knowing, she smiled. Albeit warily. She’d never been scared before, not like this at least. She was rough and merciless, what was fragile never sought her out. Nor did she seek out what was fragile, avoiding it at all costs. What was fragile needed gentleness, lest they break. And Anruh didn’t want to break Ruben.
In her thoughts she must’ve zoned out, for one blink was all it took before Ruben was looking at her, head tilted slightly to the side.
“What?” Ruben said with a breathy giggle.
‘Touch touch touch touch’ there was an itch in her hands, an itch she’d felt before. But not like this. Never like this. Yet despite that hint of familiarity, the one that made her want to get as far away from Ruben as she could, Anruh caved.
She reached her hand out and brushed Ruben’s bangs to the side, tucking a few strands behind his ear. There was a slight shake to her movements, like she had to hold back so she wouldn’t cut Ruben’s fragile skin with her rough claws. Had to keep herself steady when she let her hand slide down to rest on his cheek, lest she went too far and the water turned red. But as Ruben leaned into her touch, unafraid and with a content smile on his lips, Anruh’s every fear and worry washed away.
#* ugly sobbing *#AND AT LAST I SEE THE LIGHT-#writeblr#writing#writers on tumblr#wip#excerpt#wip excerpt#wip : Gammellunden
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Ship Names Tag Game !
Thank you @vacantgodling for tagging me !
As a multi-shipper it has become so that I ship my own characters like crazy. I even give them ship songs, which I will include in this solely because I can lol (and to give the general vibe of the ship). I may have the power to make whatever I want canon, but I won't because shipping is too fun, more so when you don't have to worry about canon lol.
I'll try to limit myself to one or two ships, both canon and not, per wip
I also can't really decide who to tag, so I'll leave this one open
Rules: make a list of ship names from your wip(s) (it's okay if they don't sound cool) for people to send in asks so you can talk about them! Fan ships count too if you're writing about them.
Amise - Amber and Louise from A Guardians Tale.
1000 Nights by Frenship : "For 1000 nights I've been a restless soul, just wasting time digging up fool's gold. It took a 1000 lives being on my own, for me to find it was all fool's gold without you."
Maasim - Max and Aasim from A Guardian's Tale.
A Million Questions by Urban Contact : "If I could ask a million questions, that would leave me wanting more. That's why I let you do the talking. Maybe that's what talking's for."
Ruruh - Ruben and Anruh from Gammellunden.
The Wreck Of Our Hearts by Sleeping Wolf : "Through the waves of the deep, and the storms of the sea, I have you and you me. We're not too far gone."
Tamdré - Tammie and André from The Neon Trilogy.
This Beating Heart by The Score : "Just settle down this beating heart, and hold me close right from the start. You set my world on fire but I can't explain, there's no light to guide me if you're not the flame. Just settle down, this beating heart."
Catsilon - Catalina and Epsilon from The Neon Trilogy.
Yellow Lights by Harry Hudson : "You’re my sunshine, you’re my rain. You’re all I’ve lost, yet all I’ve gained. If I must tell the truth."
Veo - Vega and Leo from All The Stars Are Watching.
Quiet by LIGHTS : "Tell me when you feel ready. I'm the one, there's not too many. Hold my hand to keep me steady. Just to be quiet with you."
Ivelio - Ivan and Emilio from Maledictus.
Woke The Fuck Up by Jon Bellion : "I will tell them "I am yours and very, very proud". I am forced to give in, give in now. Cause we live in an age where everything is staged, where all we do is fake our feelings, I've been scared to put myself so out there."
Honorable mentions :
Heiva - Heidi and Nova from The Garden of Corpses.
I have yet to find a song that fits them rip
The Doomed Love Triangle - Robin, Linus, and Sara from A Guardian's Tale.
I've got a whole playlist for these sad bastards, would be impossible to pick just one. They've got one song each lol (The one that got away by Katy Perry is for Sara, Heather by Conan Grey is for Linus, and No right to love you by Rhys Lewis is for Robin)
#writeblr#tag game#wip : A Guardians Tale#wip : Gammellunden#wip : The Neon Trilogy#wip : All The Stars Are Watching#wip : Maledictus#wip : The Garden of Corpses#might've done this tag wrong but what else is new when it comes to me lol
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‘I See The Light’ is such a Ruben and Anruh song omfg-
#the pixie scene man#the fucking pixie scene#writeblr#wip rambles#wip : Gammellunden#If I'm ever to make an animatic of these two it's to that song
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Hejjj happy STS! Today I wanted to chat a little about the process! I know you're working on more than one story, but how do you balance them (or do you not balance them at all?). Does one wip tend to grab your attention for a long or short time? Anything goes!
Hejsan Svejsan Kat !
I think it's a bit of both being balanced and unbalanced when it comes to my wips. For the most part they're marinating in my brain before I'll bring them out to rotate them one after another. How long I rotate them is always different, and mostly depends on what made me bring it out in the first place. If it's to work on things like worldbuilding I'll only have them out for a moment, but when it comes to writing they'll be out for longer. And in both instances, I might even bring out and rotate multiple wips at the same time. Mainly when the thing I want to do is relevant to multiple wips, like death scenes and magic systems.
However, I do have times when wips just, don't. They don't want to work with me. The two that are most frustrating right now are Realm of Mirrors and Witchcraft and Alchemy. They're both wips I'm really excited about for many different reasons, but they just, won't cooperate with me. Though I have done a bit of work on RoM as of late ! Nothing much, but I have written a bit and reworked a few things. So I'm proud of that.
As of right now most of my writing attention is aimed at To The End. I'm currently editing/revising the second draft and like an hour ago I finally managed to tackle a massive hurdle that was making my life a nightmare lol.
But besides that, attention goes a little where it wants. I'm dabbling in some Ruben x Anruh oneshots, I've been slowly working on the story for Maledictus (Which I need to rename lmao), and I've got some Divine inspiration that has nowhere to go.
I guess the best way to describe my current situation is that I want to write, but can't really figure out what nor bring myself to do it.
Tusen tack för din fråga, ha en forsatt trevlig helg <3
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Jenna and Hya for the blorbo bingo !!!
And for your blorbo from my wip, Anruh, Ruben and Samir :>
since i did jenna & hya i’ll mostly focus on anruh ruben & samir!
so i feel very. Not Normal about them. but anruh specifically makes me go 👁️🫦👁️ fuuuuck and samir NEEDS trauma counseling good LORD
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