#Captain Seivarden Vendaai

[a-side-character]

I love when a woman is a Captain

#That's it that's the post #I'm a sucker for a fictional woman in uniform ig #Captain Kathryn Janeway #Captain Isabelle Lovelace #Captain Sana Tripathi #Fleet Captain Breq Mianaai #Captain Seivarden Vendaai #(Feels odd tagging her in this but she WAS a Captain so. She counts) #anyways tag your captains these are just who I could think of off the top of my head #Janeway #Lovelace #Sana #Breq #Seivarden #Star Trek #Star Trek Voyager #Wolf 359 #the strange case of starship iris #Tscosi #imperial radch #Ancillary Mercy #ancillary sword

[venndaai]

#imperial radch

[petraforgedyke]

just, proper, beneficial [E]

read imperial radch in a week (back in march), took four months to finish a fic, bon appetit.

Relevant tags: consent play, glove kink, (vaginal) fisting, oral fixation, choking, title play, power exchange, power play, verbal humiliation, first person pov, seivarden's praise/humiliation kink, breq is a stone butch to me.

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“Lieutenant.” There was a spike of adrenaline, Seivarden’s chin lifting slightly. I considered what came next, watching as Seivarden’s jaw clenched. Let a sneer ring through my next words. “I’d have thought you would want to improve your station. ” She didn’t respond, and I didn’t reach for other data, tilted my head an increment, enough that only Seivarden would’ve noticed.

Her face was impeccably calm as she took a breath, a fraction longer than usual. “Sir.” Her eyes went to my gloved hands for only a moment, but I caught the movement regardless. Seivarden acted as if she didn’t know I had. “All I’m saying is—“

“I don’t recall asking.” Elevated heartbeat, as I leaned forward, over the table that held my chipped enamel tea set. “I told you to kneel for me.” That got a reaction, surprise and a certain sense of resignation, and finally, like an afterthought, anticipation. Seivarden set her shoulders, a moment of defiance, and I raised one eyebrow. “Don’t act like you can afford to say no. Even when Vendaai still meant something, you couldn’t have resisted kneeling to a Mianaai.” As much as I loathed being foisted with the name Mianaai, it had its advantages, like the way it made Seivarden’s chin drop almost imperceptibly, sending something vibrating in my chest.

“As you say, Fleet Captain.” The crew thought she was kneeling for me anyway, she might as well actually do so, was my reasoning. A reasoning Seivarden could scarcely refute. She sat almost ancillary-still, a turmoil of emotions behind the unperturbed façade.

I waited, resisting the urge to reach for data until she stood, abruptly, heartbeat fast, breathing shallower than usual. She closed the distance between us in three paces, coming to a halt in front of where I was sitting. The motion with which she kneeled was almost fluid, if not for her hands, gloved, balling for a moment on her thighs, before relaxing.

Seivarden wasn’t looking at me, tension speaking from the lines of her body. I considered her for a moment, the set of her jaw, the lines of her face betraying where she would have stood, if Vendaai hadn’t dissolved. “Look at me.” Her attention was on me now, even if her eyes weren’t. I waited for her to raise her eyes, dark and not as unreadable as she thought they were, the simmer of anticipation mixed with trepidation boiling over into them. Her obedience sent a thrill through me, warm and tense.

When she finally looked at me, it was after a deep breath, steadying herself. I waited for her to speak, try and argue with me. She didn’t. “Better.” I said it tonelessly, a neutral observation that would win Seivarden little. “At least you still have your manners.” Or what passed for them. “It will have to do.”

As Seivarden sat there, I took a sip of the tea, in my chipped enamel bowl, placing it on the small table in front of me, every move slow, designed to test patience. Seivarden just watched my hands, following them with her eyes. My gloves were handmade, thin enough to feel through without being obscene. I reached out, finally, to grab her chin between my fingers.

She was warm and solid between my fingers, and I could feel her jaw working as I moved my hand, pulling her chin along with the movement. “Ornamental.” Like I’d been handed a piece of bractware. Some might care for it, but it was never my favourite. Seivarden had always been beautiful, with her strong nose and dark skin, the set of her eyes in her face, now half lidded. I switched my grip, fingers gliding over skin, my palm resting on Seivarden’s throat, using my thumb to turn Seivarden’s head. Enough to spike Seivarden’s heart rate, lips parting as she breathed out.

The moment she started to lean in, an attempt to increase the pressure on her neck, I pulled away. Seivarden caught herself before she reacted to the absence, but I’d still seen that twitch of her lips. I looked at her, one eyebrow raised. “What’s the matter, Lieutenant?” She took a moment, swallowed hard, and looked up at me. I didn’t need the data to know she wouldn’t be coming up with a clever retort. “At a loss for words?”

I let the lack of response drag out longer, enough for Seivarden to sag a little, still on her knees. Finally, I got up from where I’d been sitting, rolling my shoulders. Seivarden was looking at me again, alert on my movements as I flexed my hands. When I caught her eye, I halted. “Were you going to answer me?” I slid a gloved thumb under the cuff of the other glove, waiting for an answer  as I tugged on the cuff.

As I pulled, the glove turned, showing the back of the material, the neat small stitches along the seam where the thumb met the rest of the glove. It rolled back further, the fingers pulling slightly as I took it off. Seivarden was transfixed, eyes not leaving the inside out glove until I grabbed her chin again, fingers spread out against her cheek, and she moaned. Her eyes were locked on mine, pupils blown, and when I ran my thumb over her bottom lip her eyes fluttered closed.

I raised my eyebrows, looking at Seivarden like I was observing her. “See, isn’t it easier like this?” Another pass of my thumb, and her lips parted, her gasp almost musical. The inside of her lip was warm, smooth, and when I hooked the top phalange of my thumb over her bottom teeth, pulling, Seivarden’s eyes shot open. She made an incomprehensible sound. Her breath came loudly, warm on my skin. I stayed there, held her mouth open, until Seivarden started shifting.

“Stay still.” The reaction was instantaneous, an increase in pulse, a rush of hormones. I slipped my thumb out of her mouth, replacing it with two fingers, probing gentle but relentless, sliding over her tongue, warm and wet. Her breathing was coming fast now, turned to panting, almost, as I swept the tips of my fingers over the slick inside of her cheek, the edge of teeth, mapping the sensations of her mouth.

I slowly pulled my hand back, trailing the inside of Seivarden’s bottom lip, and to her credit, she didn’t lean after it, staying in place carefully. I smiled, indulging her. “Adequate job, lieutenant.” As I spoke, I wiped my fingers on her uniform jacket, not acknowledging what I was doing. “Now, what do you say? Will you kneel for me?”

Seivarden’s eyes were unfocused, her mouth still open. She spoke in fragments, her efforts to regain her composure visible, blinking like she was trying to clear her head. She was breathing fast, and I could feel her shame mix with frustration and need. “Breq—“

A motion of my hand cut her off, eyes on me. I leaned back in my seat, away from her, and relished in the wave of emotion coming from her. “Mind your manners, lieutenant.”

She made a sound halfway between a whine and frustrated grunt. I just watched her as she shifted where she was kneeling, unspeaking as she seemed to struggle with the words. Usually she was so charming, always ready with an answer. To see her like this, needy, struggling with her words sent a thrill up and down my spine.

Finally Seivarden’s chin dropped. I could see her swallow, the movement heavy, and she took a long breath. “Yes, Fleet Captain.” The words came with difficulty, and she nodded. “I will kneel for you.”

I smiled again, watching as Seivarden sat there. I let her wait, considering her. “Good. I think we can both agree that would benefit us both.” I let the implication hover between us. If it was beneficial, then it must be just. It must be proper .

Proper or not, Seivarden seemed to be shaking herself apart holding still, and I raised my eyebrows, leaning forward. It would be beneficial for us both. “What do you want, lieutenant?” I had some idea, of course, but that didn’t stop me from asking. Just to see Seivarden’s reaction.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment she just sat there, mouthing something, the only sound coming out short, heavy breaths. When she finally found her voice, cleared her throat, it was almost as good as a song. “Please. Please, Fleet Captain, I want…” She was talking fast, barely making sense, and my smile turned condescending. “Please. Just…”

I let her talk, a distant whine creeping into her voice as she begged. Finally, I grabbed Seivarden’s face again, skin against skin. “So very eager. Unbecoming of a Vendaai. ” She leaned into my hand, breathing shallow and fast. When I pulled away, she whined, and the sound travelled down my spine like a shiver.

The fabric of her uniform was stiff, and I set about pulling the closures open. They snapped open one by one, until Seivarden was kneeling there, shirt undone, a long line of bared skin, a trail of soft hair running down to her waistband. “Up.”

Seivarden’s obedience was almost instant, scrambling to get up, at attention in front of me. I was slower to rise, watching as Seivarden restrained herself, trying so hard to be good enough. I set my hand in the middle of her chest, eyeing her. When she didn’t move, another credit to her, I ran my fingers down, following the trail of hair to her waistband. Her breathing picked up, and I could feel the tension she held in her body.

I didn’t bother undoing the closure of her trousers, instead choosing to dip my fingers lower and lower, under the waistband. Seivarden was making noises in the back of her throat, coming out despite her closed mouth.

I’d had a good idea of how wet Seivarden would be before I touched her, hand shoved unceremoniously down her trousers. Still. She breathed out, short and sharp as I dragged a finger through her wetness, stopping on her clit, not moving any further. She almost succeeded in keeping her hips still.

“Might’ve known you would like this.” I smiled, pressing down. Seivarden made an unintelligible sound and slowly she started rocking her hips, her eyes heavy lidded. To steady her, I put my gloved hand on her throat, her pulse thrumming under my fingers. I pushed her, hand still on her throat, until she hit the edge of the desk, hard enough to make her catch herself on her hands.

Seivarden’s eyes were wide, and when I pulled away, she cried out, the sound cut short as I tightened the hand on her throat. The closure on her trousers came loose easily, and I pulled at the fabric, letting it fall around her knees. Before she responded, I pushed closer, forcing her knees apart, fingers back on her clit, dipping lower.

She was wet enough to take two fingers with ease, and when I crooked them, Seivarden clenched hard, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, head thrown back. The sound cut off by my hand on her throat, reduced to a gasp. I didn’t relent, didn’t stop moving. “I think you can take more, Lieutenant.”

It was all the warning I gave her, pushing another finger into her, and then another, my palm pressing against her clit. She was muttering something, choked, and I tilted my head. “Speak up.” Seivarden shook her head, still mouthing, and I gave another hard thrust, punching the sound out of her.

“Please, Fleet Captain, I—” I pushed deeper, thumb tucking into my palm, and as I ground the wide part of my hand against her cunt, she faltered, panting. I could feel her stretch around me, slowly. “Please, Fleet Captain, please, your hand, I—”

Not quite military protocol, but she had done a good job. As Fleet Captain it was as much my job to reward as to punish, so I pushed again, Seivarden keening as my knuckles slid in. I could feel her heartbeat around me, the stretch of my hand inside of her, and for a moment, I simply let her feelings wash over me, a feedback loop growing louder and louder. Just a moment, following the ebb and flow of Seivarden’s hormones, letting myself be swept along.

Finally, a while later, Seivarden found her voice again. She sounded rough, quiet. “Breq?” I hummed a response, and she smiled. “Thank you.”

#brevarden #imperial radch #not for AL #i can not stress enough how much this is Not For AL #also not actually just proper or beneficial #unless you mean beneficial to my D-- [i am forcibly dragged away from the microphone] #seg writes

[tigerballoons]

Post 9 of your favourite characters and let people guess your type

Tagged by @officious-sea-lawyer

I read this as "post your 9 favourite characters" like, damn. Anyway. IN A CAREFULLY CONSIDERED ORDER:

I already know my types, they are:

Sad gays;

Lieutenants who hate their captains, end up falling in love with them;

Right grumpy bastards.

Now, who do I inflict this on... TBH I don't remember who I've tagged lately so go for it if you want!

Art credits:

Ralph Lanyon - unknown cover artist

John Granby - a-pepper-honey

Seivarden Vendaai - tenowls

Murderbot - Jaime Jones

Breq - friendamedes

Sam Vimes - Paul Kidby

#putting them in combination is particularly fatal #and now you see why i say the Terror was designed in a lab specially to victimise me personally #glad it's taken the rest of you down too #we can suffer together #tag game

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

the best thing about breq and seivarden is they both end up with girlfriends/ships who will NOT put up with their unintentionally thoughtless bullshit, even if it means prompting them to have a full on mental breakdown as a result. Mercy of Kalr and Ekalu may not have been picked out by destiny to be main characters, but like HELL they're gonna let the mc's take them or their feelings for granted

like social hierarchy be damned- Fleet Captain Justice of Toren "Breq" One Esk Nineteen and very ''senior' officer Lieutenant Seivarden Vendaai will drink the "respect your partner" juice or perish and they both love their gfs/ships all the more for it <3

#The Imperial Radch #Ancillary Justice #Justice of Toren “Breq” One Esk Nineteen #Ekalu #Mercy of Kalr #Seivarden Vendaai #still my go-to read for happy feels

[avengingmariner]

Dear Yuletide Writer:

this is my first yuletide and I'm so excited!! and nervous! I hope you have fun with these prompts, but of course they are just suggestions so follow your heart

Likes: porn WITH plot, off the wall humor, angst, tragedy, ambiguous endings, morally ambiguous characters, well choreographed fight scenes, bdsm, dub/noncon, gratuitous descriptions of food, plot twists, literary references, monsterfucking, a Hope Spot in tragedy, religious angst, Daddy Issues

DNW: omegaverse, fluff, soulmate aus, underage sex, mpreg, suicidality, my biggest squick is maggots and I doubt that would come up but there it is anyway.

For all of these requests, the writer may use any combination of characters at their own discretion as fits the story needs.

Fandoms:

Temeraire- Naomi Novik:

Requested Characters:

William Laurence

John Granby

Temeraire

Napoleon (yes that Napoleon)

prompt:

This is a new fandom for me but now I'm obsessed. Temeraire is my most favoritest dragon and my precious babey boy.

ok listen. you must put my man laurence in A Situation. the more uncomfortable/awkward/awful for him the better tbh. I just need him to suffer a little. or at least be mildly inconvenienced. if you want to crazy Napoleon/Laurence is a good and beautiful fucked up ship. and temeraire/laurence tbh like. It’s total crack but also kind of cute in a weird way. and granby/laurence. that man is so shippable I'd ship him with a clone of himself.

but it doesn't have to be shippy if that

or maybe do some time bending so Temeraire can try American junk food. like anything flavor blasted.

Watership Down- Richard Adams:

Requested Characters:

Fiver

The Black Rabbit of Inle

General Woudwart

El-ahrairah

I've been obsessed with this book since I was in third grade when I read it after my mom accidently got the movie from on vhs from the library because it had cute bunnies on the cover.

i need some sweet sweet el-ahrairah lore. what kind of el-ahrairah stories do they tell in Efrafa? How does Woundwart twist their sacred stories to his needs? or maybe send woundwort on a journey through the rabbit underworld to meet the black rabbit. or maybe give fiver visions of death. or maybe the specter of woundwort is haunting fiver's dreams (or his real life). How does Fiver cope after Hazel dies? What other visions does he have? feel free to throw in any random side characters if you feel so led.

Ancillary Trilogy- Anne Leckie:

Requested Characters:

Translator Dlique

Tisarwat

Justice of Toren One Esk/Breq

Seivarden Vendaai

This one is near and dear to my heart. I listened to all the audiobooks when I was going through a super bad depression so it's like, a part of my soul.

Super into Breqvarden. But also I'd love if you dug into Seivarden's history more. Like what is the family drama going on in House Vendaai? Or maybe some Tisarwat angst. Or Dlique being weird and off-putting. Or like, generally Silly Space Sitcom Shenanigans. Or some extremely dark Justice of Toren/baby captain!Seivarden era ship stuff (bonus points if present!Seivarden is feeling Some Type of Way about it). Or throw all the characters in a tiny spaceship on a Road Trip From Hell. I'd prefer if it were Seivarden heavy in general, she is my trash wife

[fluorescentbrains]

seivarden “don’t want to trouble the captain about recent events, time to start asking about how ancillaries fuck” vendaai

#brains liveblogs imperial radch

[words-writ-in-starlight]

I am SO GLAD you read imperial radch I love that series SO MUCH :D would you be interested in doing the headcanons thing for Breq or/and Seivarden?

FUCKYEAH IMPERIAL RADCH HEADCANONS and like what if both with bonus Mercy of Kalr because Ilove them all?

A: what I think realistically

I have no idea if this is supported bycanon, but.

Justiceof Toren has been thesubject of any number of overwrought entertainments over the last nineteenyears.  The drama of the singing ship,the romance of ships gone mad over their lost favorites, the mystery of itall.  If Anaander Mianaai had forciblyshut down the entertainments, it just would have drawn more attention to thelost Justice, so instead she lets theharmless ones pass muster, and besides, no Radchaai would have thought to makethe Lord of the Radch into the villain of the piece.

After the Republic of Two Systems forms(“Provisional, Cousin,” Sphene drawls),Seivarden catches one of the Amaats watching an old one that she grew up with,as a sort of comfort item, and is immediately enchanted.  It’s completelyinaccurate, of course, all drama and honor and nobility with none of the complicationsof real life, but there’s beautiful music and Seivarden loves it at once.  Amaat decade starts watching various Justice of Toren entertainments aftertheir shifts, piled comfortably in their bunkroom, and it snowballs from there.

No one knows who tells Breq about this,but she drifts idly into the Bo decade room and stands quietly at the back andwatches the first episode of the latest entertainment, and after that Kalr startswatching them in the decade room as well, previously avoided in case ofupsetting their Fleet Captain.  Some daysshe can’t stand it and removes herself. Other days she simply watches in silence, with an ancillary-blankexpression on her face only occasionally broken by a faint, ambiguoussmile.  On very rare good days, she’llsmile outright and even laugh, although often at highly irregular times,prompted more by inaccuracy than real comedy.

Even on the days when she can’t standthe memory of being shipself, Breq hums the songs.

It’s good to be remembered.

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

It…takes Seivarden a while to realizewhat exactly her emotional response to Breq is. Initially, it’s pure blind hatred because how dare this stranger go to such lengths to save Seivarden’s life,which Seivarden has every right to throw away in the snow if she so desires,this strange noncitizen can take a long walk out of a short airlock.  Then. Well.  Bridges.  Falling. Near death on Breq’s part.  It’shard to justify hating her after that because. It just is, Seivarden doesn’thave to justify herself.  By the timethey reach Omaugh Palace, Seivarden is attachedand horrorstricken at herself because she is Vendaai but she…she almost wishesthat Breq was of a mind to take on a client. Making Breq tea and making sure that Breq is well-dressed and ensuringthat Breq is treated with honor sets Seivarden at ease.  Half the reason Seivarden goes out and getsinto trouble upon arriving at Omaugh Station is that she’s suddenly confrontedby the reality of just howincompatible that is with every part of herself she’s spent so long trying tohold onto since she came out of stasis.

And then Breq strides into Security,dressed in the finery of a Radchaai noble house, eyes bright and jaw set andshoulders squared, and Seivarden staresand—

Ohfuck, Seivarden thinks faintly, feeling bothkind of concussed and much clearer.  She’s hot.

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

One morning, for no particular reasonthat Breq can think of, Mercy of Kalrwakes her up early, with slow-rising lights and a quiet, “Cousin, wake up.”

“Is something wrong, Cousin?” Breq askssilently, sitting up.

“No,” Mercy of Kalr says, and it’s a ship, but it has a thread ofrepressed excitement touching its voice, touching Breq’s mind.  “But you have to wake up.”

So Breq wakes up.

“Wait,” Mercy of Kalr half-commands when Breq starts to get out of bed, andBreq stops as the ship presses on her mind, pushing forth data that swells tofill her, almost as complete as if she were Ship itself.

Across the ship, the Kalrs are justrising, the Amaats and the Bos about their business, the Etrepas all justdozing off.  Seivarden is frowning at thereport being handed to her by Amaat Two, while Tisarwat smiles shyly at acomment from Bo Nine, and Ekalu stretches luxuriously, smiling at the ceilingwith the satisfaction of a shift well completed with no disaster.  The cold stillness of space touches Ship’shull, Breq’s hull, the stars beginning to be bleached out as Atheok Stationreveals the distant sun.

“Ship, what–?” Breq says with her body,at a distant remove, and Mercy of Kalrsimply repeats, “Wait.”

Breq realizes what she’s waiting for notten minutes later, when Seivarden starts to sing.

I waswalking, I was walking

Amaat picks it up first, a warm chorusas they work, and Amaat Seven is passing near Bo Five, and then Bo is singingtoo.

I waswalking, I was walking,

WhenI met my love

Kalr Five blinks and begins to sing, andit trickles through the Kalr bunkroom like water, punctuated by the quietsounds of morning, hands passing brushes and clothes being straightened.

I wasin the street walking

WhenI saw my true love

Etrepa sings with the slow sleepiness ofhaving just finished a shift, but even Ekalu joins in, even Medic in herinfirmary gives a small smile and blinks at the sound and adds her low voice.

Breq’s body opens its—her—lips andsings.

Isaid, she is more beautiful than jewels, lovelier than jade or lapis, silver orgold.

And with that Mercy of Kalr is singing, with a mere fraction of the voices that itslong-shattered cousin Justice of Torenmight have brought to the chorus, but Ship sings many-voiced, Breq singsmany-voiced, until the last strains of the song die away.

“Cousin,” Mercy of Kalr says quietly in Breq’s ear, as Breq remembers what itis to have a body and no longer feel the touch of space on her hull.  “You are crying.”

Breq touches her face and her fingerscome away wet.

“So I am, Cousin,” Breq whispers, voicecracked as poor Sphene’s teaset.  “So I am.”

D:  what would never work with canon but the canon isshit so I believe it anyway

There really were ships that went madand vanished when their captains died. Breq knew this all along, of course—even if Justice of Toren hadn’t really vanished, it had certainly beenquite out of its mind with grief, and the madness had brought a terribleclarity about how mad the universewas.  It seems to be more the norm thanthe entertainments make it out to be. Ships don’t go mad when they lose their captains, they go sane, andsanity is terribly hard to bear.

All the same, when a long-lost Sword and an even more mythicallyvanished Justice limp out ofgatespace, empty of life except for the minds of the ship, limited only totheir shipself with all their ancillaries long dead, Breq is taken aback.  She remembers Justice of Varden, they served together once during anannexation.  For all that Justice of Varden vanished when theywere both young, barely five hundred, Justiceof Toren was older.  Sword of Ferils vanished with all itscrew aboard, after the tragic murder of its captain during an annexation somethree centuries later, and was never found.

Except, apparently, by Justice of Varden.

After drifting in each other’s companyfor some twelve centuries, gradually suffering more damage with fewer optionsfor repair, now they are seeking…family.

“Welcome, Cousins,” Breq says, lettingher face fall ancillary-blank to hide her shock and…joy.  She is glad, she realizes suddenly, to havethese others who are like her in some way, the same aching bittersweetness inher chest that she felt when she and Mercyof Kalr first spoke.  “I was Justice of Toren, before I wasdestroyed.  Can we be expecting more lostships?”

There is a brief pause, and then Justice of Varden says, “Yes.”

#imperial radch #breq #justice of toren #seivarden vendaai #mercy of kalr #MY FEELINGS ABOUT BREQ AS THE LAST FRAGMENT OF SOMETHING FAR GREATER LET ME SHOW THEM TO YOU #I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS #ALSO WOW MY FEELINGS ABOUT SEIVARDEN HAVE BEEN SUCH A JOURNEY #I LOVE HER SO MUCH NOW??? #AND OH MY GOD MERCY OF KALR AND BREQ'S RELATIONSHIP IS MY ENTIRE HEART AND SOUL #GOD I WANT MORE LOST SHIPS TO DRIFT INTO BREQ'S ORBIT #TO SEEK FAMILY #P L E A S E #AND OH MY GOD ENTERTAINMENTS ABOUT JUSTICE OF TOREN DON'T TELL ME THEY DON'T EXIST #I'LL DIE ON THESE HILLS #ESPECIALLY C FIGHT ME IT'S MY JAM #idiot teenagers with a queue #mirandatam #asked and answered

[chantecler420]

Seivarden Vendaai through the ages. Left to right: baby lieutenant, captain, Justice, Sword/Mercy. Probably am gonna draw more Seivarden versions in the future tbh.

#seivarden #seivarden vendaai #imperial radch #screaming from a well

[tigerballoons]

I've been debating with a friend whether I should adopt one or both Sad Gay Captains dying slowly in the Arctic, and whether it's weird to do that without watching the show.

The purpose of adopting my various sons is to wrap them in fluffy blankets, which is so incredibly what these guys need, oh my gods. I was worried though because I don't usually adopt both halves of a couple. Their prospective brothers will be jealous. Also I'm pretty sure you're a bad parent if you let your sons kiss each other?

But this has led to my considering the allocation of blankets among my sons generally, because it turns out it isn't equal anyway.

Matthew Venn gets one normal blanket and has no complaints.

Thomas Hamilton gets one extra fluffy blanket because he is an angel, and it's also larger than usual. For sharing.

James Flint glared when I tried to give him a blanket and is now pretending he isn't sad to not have one.

John Granby gets as many blankets as I can foist on him because he is an angel and deserved better, also because being smothered in so many blankets he can't walk up or down stairs is fitting.

Seivarden Vendaai gets one blanket and she's pissed it isn't extra fancy.

Will Stanton and Bran Davies definitely get a blanket each because they're only teens when the series ends, and all these other grown men can shut up and deal.

Edwin Courcey gets the best blanket from my personal collection.

It's debatable whether Ralph Lanyon is my son or not, but for the purposes of this exercise I'm happy to give him a blanket and it's the extra fanciest one.

#yes i am vague-posting about the terror #what of it #the long call #black sails #temeraire #imperial radch #the dark is rising #a marvelous light #the charioteer

[venndaai]

I just realized that although Seivarden would never admit it, her entire life is just iterations of the meme "I am getting _____. Something that is both possible to achieve and normal to want."

This is, at its fundamental core, why she is so relatable.

#imperial radch #seivarden vendaai #is not getting a good grade in being a devoted follower of an insane ancillary fleet captain #but god she wants it #addendum: this is also Tisarwat. this is where they overlap

[venndaai]

hi - i relate a lot to your post about all the secondary gender characteristics! (is it okay to reblog?) - also, how do you feel about seivarden vendaai!!??

@sympatheticobjects yeah! anything I don’t tag as not to be reblogged, is fine to be reblogged. 

Seivarden Vendaai. How do I begin to explain Seivarden Vendaai. Seivarden Vendaai is flawless. I hear her hair’s insured for $10,000. I hear she does tea commercials on Athoek. Her favorite drama is Mad Ship Romance 3. One time, she met the Lord of the Radch on Omaugh Station, and she told her she was annoying. One time, Fleet Captain Breq punched her in the face. It was awesome. 

#replies #sympatheticobjects #radch blogging

[venndaai]

some fanfic I've written this year, for exchanges, because I kind of forgot to link here 

Radch

reconnect for the Skaaiat/Awn exchange

Awn tried to tell herself that too much had changed, that the pounding of her heart was nothing more than an echo of the past. She was an exile with no future, far less a part of Skaaiat Awer’s world than she had been when they’d first met.

out of place for Turingfest

“Seivarden Vendaai?” Breq asked. Flat, emotionless, but the long pause before she’d spoken said volumes.

Seivarden nodded. “That is my name, yes. I assume you’re not my Fleet Captain.”

“Not as far as I’m aware,” said the Breq on the screen, “though that is my title. Your ship-”

“-Is Mercy of Kalr, yes,” Seivarden said, making a gesture that indicated the complex mind of Amaat. “I think there may have been something of a mixup.”

“That’s certainly one way to describe it,” Breq said. “As far as I know, you’ve been dead for a thousand years.”

Revival for Ro2SID

"Dead is dead," Sphene said.

“It’s just a condition,” Zeiat said. “One that doesn’t mean a whole lot, in the long run."

Doubt for Chocolate Box

“Ah,” Anaander said, “so you do remember.”

Machineries of Empire

world doesn’t stop moving forward for H/C Exchange

"Maybe after things settle down, we can hole up with some board games and get roaringly drunk, but in the meantime, you have a job to do."

Gunsmoke for Chocolate Box

Miuzan has particular reason to be concerned with the changing of the calendar.

absent friends for Chocolate Box

Mikodez reflects.

other

maraas kata for H/C exchange (Dragon Age, Bull/Dorian)

An urgent quest takes Dorian to Seheron. The Iron Bull goes with him.

in the dark for Age Gap Exchange (swtor, Zash/Inquisitor)

Darth Nox and Darth Zash explore a cave.

Flux Learning for Chocolate Box (Cyteen, Ari II/Catlin)

Catlin figures some things out.

lie close for Chocolate Box (lotr, Legolas/Gimli)

The night after the Battle of Helm's Deep.

The Sorcerer of Pirate’s Swoop for Chocolate Box (Tortall, Thom/Numair)

“Numair never told you?” Daine shook her head. “Of course he didn’t. Absurd man. He lives with Master Thom, when they’re in the same corner of Tortall, which isn’t often.”

Daine frowned. “That name sounds familiar.”

all seasons and their change for Chocolate Box (Benjamin January, January/Hannibal)

Benjamin and Hannibal, between grief and hope.

#my fic #long post