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margowritesthings · 9 months

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TE BEROYA

you're an outlaw, forced on the run by powerful crime families of tatooine. when you're caught by the mandalorian bounty hunter arthur morgan, your life changes forever

A STAR WARS X RDR2 CROSSOVER

✧ PART I

✧ PART 2

✧ PART 3 coming soon

✧ PART 4 coming soon

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x you #star wars crossover #star wars fanfic

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pebblethestone · 4 months

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Master lists

The wren's nest

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Keys;

Requests open - ☀️

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Avater Master List ☀️

Bad Batch Master list ☀️

Baldur's Gate 3 Master List ☀️

Red Dead Master List 🌑

Hazbin Hotel ☀️

Hogwards legacy 🌑

Star Wars Master List 🌑

Art Works

BG3 Character

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saberlight1 · 11 months

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— who i write for

disclaimer: most of my stories are fem!reader, but i will write gender neutral, just let me know. i write angst, fluff, and smut. i am a bisexual female, so i will write about both female and male characters. i am mostly comfortable with writing anything, so don’t be afraid to send in whatever you’d like. my inbox is always open for anything, you can write your thoughts on characters, shows or movies, or my works! much love!

masterlist

the hunger games —

peeta mellark

finnick odair

katniss everdeen

coriolanus snow

lucy gray baird

tigris snow

johanna mason

billy the kid —

billy bonney

jesse evans

harry potter —

remus lupin

sirius black

ron weasley

luna lovegood

dean thomas

james potter

lily potter

hermione granger

bellatrix lestrange

blaise zabini

harry potter

tom riddle

regulus black

draco malfoy

yellow jackets —

lottie matthews

natalie scatorccio

taissa turner

shauna shipman

van palmer

travis martinez

jackie taylor

red dead redemption —

arthur morgan

sadie adler

john marston

charles smith

karen jones

star wars —

anakin skywalker

padme amidala skywalker

ahsoka tano

luke skywalker

leia organa skywalker

the last of us —

ellie williams

joel miller

tess servopoulos

dina phantasmagoria

jesse jeon

wwe —

seth rollins

roman reigns

sasha banks

dean ambrose

lita

jeff hardy

the walking dead —

maggie rhee

rick grimes

daryl dixon

shane walsh

michonne grimes

glenn rhee

carl grimes

rosita espinosa

negan smith

tara chambers

king ezekiel

sasha williams

magna

marvel —

wanda maximoff

pietro maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

bucky barnes

tony stark

scott lang

steve rogers

frank castle

bruce banner

ava ‘ghost’ starr

loki laufeyson

king valkyrie

sam wilson

marc spector

steven grant

layla abdallah el-faouly

matt murdock

miles morales

miguel o’hara

hobie brown

carol danvers

peter parker

gamora zen titan

peggy carter

king t’challa

game of thrones / house of the dragon —

daemon targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

laena velaryon

jon snow

harwin strong

alicent hightower

sansa stark

helaena targaryen

criston cole

jacaerys velaryon

daenerys targaryen

euphoria —

rue bennett

jules vaughn

elliot hill

lexi howard

fezco o’neill

maddy perez

chris mckay

daisy jones and the six —

daisy jones

warren rhodes

graham dunne

eddie loving

camila dunne

karen sirko

outer banks —

jj maybank

john b routledge

kiara carrera

pope heyward

sarah cameron

cleo grant

shameless —

carl gallagher

fiona gallagher

lip gallagher

veronica fisher

kevin balls

svetlana yevgenivna

adding more soon!

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grievedeeply · 4 months

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please send in some requests!! i'm sick and i have nothing else to do but write, so feel free to send some things in for me to do.

everything i write for is in the tags and if you have any questions as to what i'm comfortable writing for feel free to ask :)

#god of war x reader #bg3 x reader #rdr2 x reader #star wars x reader

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chrisredfield73 · 5 months

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Two drafts left to finish and another request to do! Feel free to keep sending in requests!! I love doing all the requests you guys send, they're so creative and fun to write :3

(Also just another note, I do write RDR2, Hotline Miami and Overwatch 2 stories/headcanons if anyone wants to send some requests of those! I will also attempt Star Wars requests!)

#requests open #overwatch 2 x reader #rdr2 x reader #hotline miami #hlm #star wars x reader #i love writing #:3 #almost done now #yayyyyy

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 2 years

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Requests will be opening!

In about five minutes (watch my bio for changes!).

First, just an FYI that I'm gonna delete everything in my inbox. If I haven't got round to your request, it's probably because I can't write it for whatever reason, or I have similar fics like it and I don't want to keep repeating the same plot, even if there are slight nuances.

THEREFORE! Now I'm opening up to multifandom, I encourage -- no, require you guys to check out my REQUEST GUIDELINES and CHARACTER LIST before you send in a request (re: guidelines -- a vague plot is okay! A specific plot is not :) ).

Maybe you see a character you like, maybe you've just fallen into a new fandom -- maybe you just wanna see the same hurt/comfort trope a gazillion times over with different characters. Great! I'll be happy to write different plot/same trope scenarios with the peeps I can write!

Also, please try and specify a gender if you are looking for F! or M! reader pieces. If I can't find any clues to the gender, I will try to make them GN; if you want specifically a gender neutral piece and/or with they/them pronouns, tell me!

I don't know how many requests I'll allow until I close them again (as they are literal floodgates lmao) but I'll wait until there's a lull.

Let's start with 24 hours from whenever I'm posting this.

Have fun while I work on some non-requests (and maybe a couple of series'.)

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margowritesthings · 9 months

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Te Beroya: I

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: Mandalorian!Arthur Morgan x reader crossover: Star Wars x Red Dead Redemption prompt: 24. “Your charms won’t work on me, pretty. I’m not that kind of bounty hunter.” & 45. “You’re prettier than the stars above, you know that?” (from @saradika's Star Wars prompts!) word count: 3359 words warnings: brief mentions of harassment in a flashback, implied non-con intentions but flashback ends before anything happens, somewhat suggestive fighting authors note: this is shameless self care where I have no idea if anyone will even read this, but I totally just sat and wrote the whole ass thing last night in one sitting?? anyway, this is 100% inspired by @saradika's incredible fallout/star wars AU, and it will be a mini series! I hope y'all enjoy, cause Mandalorian!Arthur has my whole ass heart. If you're here from Red Dead and have no idea whats going on, I've left a little glossary at the bottom of the fic with any terms I've used!!

i haven't tagged anyone cause i didn't know if my usual Arthur people would like a crossover or not, so please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the next part!!

beta read by @cowboydisaster, divider by @saradika

Max Rebo is on tonight, so the Cantina is busy. More so than usual, which gladly works in your favour. It’s much easier to blend in with the rabble when there’s so many of them, diminishing the danger of getting a simple drink after a long day. You miss the time when danger wasn’t something you had to consider before something as simple as a trip to the watering hole, but that’s life now.

You’re sitting at a table for two, the second chair pulled away by a group of Klantoonians playing Dejarik and making bets amongst each other, which works fine for you. An empty chair might invite guests, which is the last thing in the Galaxy you want right now.

When you throw your drink to the back of your throat, it burns just how you like it, though the sight of a now empty glass pulls your brows together in an almost pout. You have very few credits left, and with your face coded into half the bounty pucks this side of the Outer Rim, work is pretty sparing these days.

A knight in shining beskar turns heads as he strolls into the Cantina, a Mandalorian whos helmet catches the dim spotlights scattered around the dusty bar when he appears to survey the clientele surrounding you, capturing your attention in the process. It’s a rare sight, seeing a Mandalorian walk so openly around the place, and the man instantly ignites a fascination in you. Sure, the Daimyo around here has the armour, but Boba Fett doesn’t claim to be a part of any creed, so you’re not entirely sure where he stands.

You’re so lost in your thoughts that it isn’t until the stranger is right in front of you, two glasses in hand, do you realise he was even approaching.

“Mind if I sit? I can pay rent.” He asks, his low, gruff accent hinting at origins in Mos Pelgo Freetown- as he gestures to the two glasses grasped in gloved hands. Curious eyes scan over his figure, tall and built as he is, landing on the full glass of whiskey with your name on it. A solution to your dry problem, albeit a risky one. It all depends on how much you’re willing to gamble for a drink…

“If you can find a seat, sure…” You shrug, fauxing a nonchalant air about you to keep suspicions low. You have no reason to trust this man, but showing that so openly would surely attract questions you’re not prepared to answer.

The glasses are placed down, the mystery Mandalorian taking a few steps, winding around the merry crowds to reach the nearest table. You watch on, amused, pretty sure anyone in this whole place would choose a fight over giving up their seat; the Cantina hardly has the clientele of the highest calibre. It’s an apprehension you feel, almost an excitement, at the thought of a fight breaking out and distracting everyone enough for you to pick a few pockets. And you’ve already got your drink…

You’re busy planning who you’re gonna steal from when you notice the presence this man commands. He’s tall, built up with muscles packed under his beskar. You can’t see his face, and you wonder if he’s one of those Mandalorians who never remove their helmets, your curiosity officially piqued. He approaches the group who took the seat in the first place, one of them scoffing at what you assume to be a request for the seat. You sit up, ready for the ensuing fight, but it never comes. Instead, the Mandalorian leans down, right up to the other’s face, and it’s far too loud in here to hear what he’s said, but stars would you love to know what has a Klantoonian scrambling up like that and offering out the stool.

Disappointment and a strange sense of admiration mixes in you as you lean back into your seat, your new tablemate following suit and sliding one glass across to you.

“Cheers,” You announce, lifting your glass to clink it against thin air before taking a sip, savouring the burn over your tongue a little more this time. The Mandalorian nods his head in response, and just as you think you’ve worked him out, he reaches for his helmet and pulls it off his head, placing it down on the table and taking a gulp from his own drink.

It takes you a moment to take him all in. His sandy hair, tousled from the helmet, a couple strands falling in front of his tanned skin. He has the jawline of a deity, spattered with stubble that is only broken with a small scar on his chin.

Dank Farrik.

You know his face. You know this man, you’ve seen that scar, those eyes, (though even in the dark cantina you can see an incredible ocean hue that no hologram nor poster could never hope to capture) before, hanging on the walls of the underground bars you used to frequent before every crime family on the planet were after your head.

Arthur Morgan, bounty hunter.

It’s too late to flee, and the disruption you’d cause by bolting would only draw more attention to you, so your only option appears to be complacency, for now. Act the fool, pretend you don’t know exactly who he is and why he’s here, and let whatever little plan he has in store for you play out until you can excuse yourself and get the hell out of here.

You school your expression to as much indifference as you can, though the rather long sip of your drink may have given you away. Arthur watches you intently, and if you didn’t know better you’d think he was buying you a drink to flirt with you. But you do know better, unfortunately.

“You know,” he starts, drawing out the statement and retaining your attention with a long sip of his own, “You’re prettier than the stars above.”

Whiskey shoots down your throat and back up again with your little splutter, not expecting this to be his plan. You just about manage to suppress the scoff rising up like bile, concealing it in a cough. Your fight or flight is in hyperdrive, and the reverend Arthur Morgan laying on the fake charm in order to cash in on the price on your head really isn’t helping. He’s good, though, you had to give him that. It’s a mighty fine pickup line coming from a mighty fine looking man, it’s just a shame he’s trying to capture you.

“Afraid your charms won’t work on me, pretty boy. I’m not that kinda girl.”

“Pretty boy, really?” He doesn’t seem mad, more amused, a raised brow meeting with a little chuckle and a head shake as he throws the last of his drink back down.

It’s now or never.

You throw the last of your own drink back, part for the plan, part for the Dutch courage needed to actually pull the plan off.

“Same again?” You ask, your stool squeaking awkwardly against the stone floor when your straightening legs push it into the wall, “I think this rounds on me.”

It’s a near perfect act of indifference, with only a single, traitorous voice break right at the end. You hope he doesn’t notice, but it’s wishful thinking. Arthur stands too, echoing your stools creak, his hand reaching on instinct to the holster hanging by his hip.

Dank farrik dank farrik dank farrik!!

“Don’t you worry about that, pretty girl.” The way he throws your pet name back at you… he knows you know, and you have seconds to act.

Eyes wide, like a bantha in headlights, you take your chances in throwing the last of your drink back, before throwing the glass over to the table of gamers and gamblers. It hits one of them on the back of the head, and everybody turns to him, the music cutting off abruptly for a few seconds of silence before the chaos erupts.

You’re the first to move, breaking the almost comical freeze frame to put one boot on the table and push it into Arthur. He lunges for you, missing by inches, so close you feel the air rush past your skin where he nearly grazes you. The table hits him in the stomach, and he’s forced to bend over it, giving you the perfect opportunity to risk everything and grab the blaster jutting out. You shoot twice, high into the ceiling, which really kicks things off. The cantina soon descends into riot status, with punches thrown, drinks flying and the like. The distraction you’ve been after ever since he walked in here with his uneasy air and the hairs on the back of your neck first began to stand on edge.

The path out is far from easy, and you’re pretty sure you stood on more than a few limbs, but when the dry heat of a Tatooine night hits you, you’ve never been so grateful. You don’t look back once, not knowing if he’s following you or even if he saw where you’re going, you just run until your lungs burn and your muscles scream at you and then you run some more. There’s a spot you know, an abandoned farm house just outside the city that’s covered in sand and looks like it hasn’t been touched in years. You hid out there once before, the last time a bounty hunter tried their luck with you, successfully prolonging this never ending hunt where you’re the prey every damn time.

It’s a long night, one where you don’t sleep a wink nor dare to light a fire. It doesn’t seem like Arthur followed you, but it was a few hours after reaching the farmhouse did you release the grip of your stolen blaster enough for it to no longer press each metal marking into the skin of your palm. You keep your back pressed firmly against the wall of one of the sand-filled alcoves, keeping hidden from sight until the suns are both well above the horizon. The mid-morning heat is a grateful relief from the biting cold; even the desert cools in the dead of night.

You spot the bantha first, letting it lure you into a false sense of security before it gets close enough for you to make out the details of its silhouette, one detail in particular being the goddamn bounty hunter sitting atop it.

The fact that he’s here at all means he knows he’ll find you here, but logic doesn’t get in the way of you scuttling back into the house, climbing to what used to be the second floor and pulling the blaster back out to press against your chest.

Not exactly the faster creatures in the Outer Rim, it takes the bantha and its rider a few torturous minutes to reach you, but when they do arrive, Arthur dismounts casually, with no indication that he intends to send you back to your maker. Your breath hitches as he walks down the little incline of sand into the ruins of the house.

He turns on his heel, and you notice the spurs on his boots make a little circle in the sand around his feet.

“I know you’re here, mesh’la,” he taunts, bringing out a Mando’a translation of the newly formed inside joke you seem to share now, “Ain’t no point hiding.”

He’s right, you know he is. There is no way out, no possibility you’re going to escape him, and even if you did, there’s no cover out here. He’ll be able to sit back and watch wherever you run, just waiting to follow. You could shoot him, but the weight of the blood you’ve already spilled is already becoming too much. Could you really carry more?

Tears threaten to prick at your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall, refuse to let the shaking of your hands carry on for any longer than your cover does. He won’t see the cracks in your facade, that you’ll make sure of.

“You’re prettier than the stars above, you know that?”

It will be a cold day on Mustafar when the great Arthur Morgan bows to flattery, but that doesn’t stop you from poking whatever fun you can reach.

Your voice echoing around the remains of the farmhouse alerts Arthur of your general location, so he turns to it, giving you a full view of the amused grin on his face.

“Your charms won’t work on me, pretty girl. I ain’t that kind of bounty hunter.”

You laugh. A genuine, true laugh, despite yourself. Despite everything.

“Come on out now, no-one needs to get hurt…” He pleads, wandering eyes indicating he’s still not 100% sure where you are.

“Except me, when you hand my ass in for a few credits.” You point out, noticing that your back and forth seems to have quelled the tremors in your hands. Let’s not ponder that right now…

Arthur looks taken aback, like he genuinely doesn’t know what to say to that. Good. Let him stutter to death for all you care.

“Well, maybe you shoulda’ thought of that before you started sloggin’ off some mighty powerful people, sweetheart…”

His comment seems to spark, igniting a firework of anger deep within you. It explodes loudly, albeit quickly, when you aim Arthur’s own blaster to beside his feet, firing a warning shot that smokes in the sand. You wouldn’t be surprised to see one of his boots singed with how close you were, but when he jumps back, pulling out another identical blaster from a second holster and aiming it right at your alcove, you curse inwardly. How did you not notice that?

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, bounty hunter.” You seethe, that anger burning hot as he claims to understand your situation.

“Well why don’t you come out here and we can talk about it?”

That earns a scoff, which Arthur responds to with a long sigh.

“Look… way I see it, you’ve got two choices. You can come out, do this the easy way, and I can bring you in nice and warm, get my full fee, and you live to see another day. Or-”

“Yeah, I get it, beroya,” You spit the Mando’a name out like a curse, “Or you can kill me right now and have a real lonely drive back to wherever the hell it is they want my corpse.”

You hate that he’s right, hate that you’re cornered, hate that it’s over, ignoring the small part of you that sighs relief at the prospect of no longer having to live life with one eye on your back.

There’s one last, long, deep breath, the exhale feeling like letting go of something, though you’re not sure if it’s freedom or the captivity this hunt has kept you in, and then you’re jumping from the second floor, landing in the sand with a thud. You’re still clutching the gun, but so is Arthur, and you’re not sure you’d fare well in a duel against an actual sharpshooter, so you toss it over to him, sand flying off at him in a final, petty move.

Arthur picks it up, holstering a pistol at each hip as he slowly approaches, hands raised like a keeper trying to tame a wild rancor. You can’t decide if you like that allegory on not, rancors can get pretty vicious…

The handcuffs you also didn’t notice last night hang from the bounty hunter’s belt. You’re still while he corners you, appearing willing when he plucks the binders from his belt. It isn’t until you feel gloved hands against your skin do the prickles on the back of your neck start burning and the urge to flee rises up again like bile.

Phantom hands, Trandoshan ones, appear all over your body as you’re flung out of reality from a single touch.

“Aren’t you a gem?” his whisper just about reaches your ear, warm breath bubbling at the skin of your neck like acid. He runs a claw across your jaw, resting it below your chin so you can’t look away.

“Please don’t touch me.” You demand, though your voice is weak. Scared. You know what happens to girls who don’t do what they’re told around here.

That displeasure spreading across his face twists and contorts it when he registers your disobedience. Notably, his claws remain on you, and when you try to step backwards, he crowds you, following until your back hits the cold stone wall. Claustrophobia sets in, your breath hitching when you feel his chest press against yours.

“Hm… I think I will, girl. Nobody says no to me, you’ll do well to remember that.”

The stench of whatever cologne rich Trandoshan boys wear lingers in your nostrils like it so often does, but your mind catches up with where you really are faster than your body does. It’s instinct, when you bring your knee up to hit Arthur hard in the gut and completely wind him. He lets out a groan, doubling over and dropping the binders in the process, which you kick across the sand.

You use his distraction to push him over onto his back, but he grabs the lapels of your jacket and drags you down with him so you’re straddling him, crotch to crotch as you attempt to pin him down into the sand. Your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to constrict his wriggling, but he’s pretty strong. You’re not thinking straight when you pull your fist back, with every intention of striking Arthur in the face, but the shock of his catching your fist in his much bigger hands seems to bring you back to reality and you realise what you’re doing.

Frozen, for only a second, but it’s enough window to give Arthur chance to overpower you, twisting your bodies together until you’re below him instead and he can pin down each arm by the wrist. Your thighs remain wrapped around him, and with Arthur towering over you, it has suddenly become an awfully intimate position shared between the two of you. His face is inches from yours, his hot, panting breaths mixing with yours. Both of your chests rise and fall, just barely touching as you glare into eachothers eyes.

“The hell was that?!” He demands, and you’re trying your absolute hardest to ignore the prodding you feel against your thigh. Maker help you…

He doesn’t deserve a response from you, only the ceasing of your strained muscles trying to escape his iron grip as a silent admit to defeat. With the way you fell, your satchel is digging awkwardly into your lower back, so you raise your hips slightly to ease the ache. An unexpected effect of that is your pelvis grinding oh-so gently against Arthur’s, which seems to bring a surge of energy to that bulge pressing against you. Your eyes widen, as do Arthur’s, and there’s one single moment shared between the two of you before he quickly scrambles off you, not releasing his bruising grip on your wrists.

When he stands, he doesn’t give you the chance to before he’s walking to the direction you kicked his cuffs. It drags you along the coarse sand, your wrist screaming from the strain of carrying your weight.

“Ow- you’re gonna break my wrist, you fucking nerf herder!” You hiss at him, kicking your legs in protest as sand flies about the place and you’re dragged to the cuffs.

“Shoulda’ thought about that before ya tried to break my goddamn nose, mesh’la.” The term of endearment is anything but sincere, coupled with rough movements as he cuffs you that hint that he may be pretty pissed about the sudden unexpected fight. The binders are a little too tight to ever be comfortable, but you’re pretty sure that’s intentional. A slice of revenge for trying to run again.

“These are too tight.” You complain, lifting your wrists up to his standing form.

“Well, you better get used to it. We’ve got a long ride to Mos Espa, Princess.”

beroya - bounty hunter dank farrik - curse word mesh'la - beautiful trandoshan - an alien species, one of the crime families of tatooine

#arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fanfic #star wars #tha mandalorian #crossover #star wars crossover #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction

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s0lass · 9 months

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ok fine people of tumblr.. twitter is in flames because of a certain dumbass soo i’m slowly going to start my fandom move here!

if you followed me on twitter, i am under username @ solastarion over there so it’d be great to connect here as well <3

to introduce myself…

name: Reetta

age: 24

fandoms: dragon age, mass effect, baldur’s gate, final fantasy, rdr2, cyberpunk 2077 and videogames in general, disney, ghost (band), david bowie, buck-tick, anime, kdramas, sometimes marvel and star wars tho i’ve distanced myself from them for a hot minute now, 80s movies, tanz der vampire, phantom of the opera, labyrinth (1986) it’s my fav movie ever

my OTPs/ships: zerith, solavellan, emetwol, astarion x oc, reylo, wandavision, chiselias, sophie x howl, sarah x jareth the goblin king and many others

thank you for taking the time to read this and i hope to make old and new friends here!

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therainbowconnectionz · 5 months

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🗝🐾leon’s intro !🐾🗝

(yes i’m using a cropped image .. it’s okay ..)

[x] i go by a few names but leon, angel or jasper is okay! i use the pronouns he/she and sometimes other pronouns

[x] my special interests are batman, sam and max, rdr (including rdr2), star wars, resident evil and the muppets

[x] my hyperfixations at this moment include hannibal NBC, spider-man, raggedy ann and andy, saw (movies, hyperfixated since april 😞), total drama, scott pilgrim and lego (mostly ninjago)

[x] i don’t think i use baby talk,,but i do use emoticons and sometimes type differently. i haven’t regressed properly in a while so i may find it hard to be active here 😞

[x] my fictionkins include leon s. kennedy, will graham, anakin and luke skywalker, mike schmidt (fnaf movie), john marston, arthur morgan, kaine parker, heather (td), trent (td), amanda young and gwen stacy (spider-verse) (i am aware this is a lot)

[x] i have ASD/autism, GAD and i am looking into the symptoms of ADHD and BPD, although i can’t professionally say anything, i suspect i may have them.

[x] please do not interact if you will be overall negative, if you are a triggering account or post kink in agere tags (why would you)

[x] feel free to chat with me! i find it hard to message people i don’t know yet so please be patient, if i don’t respond in a few days then you can resend your message ^w^

#autism agere #agere blog #sfw agere #agere little #batman agere

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darlingdekarios · 5 months

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10 Fandoms / 10 Characters

thanks for tagging me, @strangerhands! I started a new thread because the other was long!

Gale Dekarios / Baldur's Gate III

Arthur Morgan / RDR2

Light Yagami / Death Note

Vash the Stampede / Trigun Stampede

Geralt of Rivia / Witcher III: Wild Hunt

Simon "Ghost" Riley / Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Peter Parker [Venom or otherwise] / Insomniac's Spider-Man & Spider-Man 2

Hobart "Hobie" Brown / Into The Spider-Verse

Anakin Skywalker [Darth Vader] / Star Wars

Peter Parker [Andrew's Version] / The Amazing Spider-Man Franchise & No Way Home

these aren't in any particular order outside of Gale and Arthur, they just looked nice formatted this way.

tags: if you see this and think "that looks fun, I want to talk about my blorbos" consider yourself tagged! I have tagging anxiety but I do genuinely want people to participate. x

#get to know me #this list easily could've been all bg3 characters and three times as long btw #I enjoy sad men and psychopaths #or a combination of the two

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emmithar-blog · 16 days

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I was tagged by ,@whyyouacknsocraycray

How many works do you have on AO3?

81 currently. 77 completed, which means I have a lot more WIP than previously thought...

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

987,989 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Red Dead Redemption. I don't have many obsessions...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Forsaken (730)

Tears of Ice (372)

Silver and Gold (347)

Brotherhood (340)

Evanescence (328)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! Though sometimes I've been late on replying (Currently have 14 I haven't responded to yet, but plan on getting to them eventually...)

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

I have a entire series of Whumptober fics that have some not so happy endings. Though I think Balancing the Scales might take that award.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happy? What is this 'Happy' you speak of?

In all seriousness, there's a couple I feel that end on a higher note. Forsaken, Silver and Gold both come to mind. I have a few one shots floating around that lighter in humor as well.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I have on Ao3, no.

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

That's a hard no, seeing as I'm ace. Sorry folks.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I haven't no. I'm not a huge fan of them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not on Ao3 no, but back on FF I have. Woke up one morning to a flood of emails from concerned readers flagging a fic that matched one of mine word for word in some areas. Issue was resolved quite quickly though. Bless my readers who kept an eye out for that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had some older Robin Hood fic that were translated into Finnish actually! That was a pretty cool experience. So long ago now I don't remember where it was posted (FF I think, and one other site), but it was big thing at that time, esp since I was still in high school.

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

Several times yes! It can be quite a bit of fun, esp when working to match styles of the other writer(s).

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Once again – Ace, so I'm not too invested in such a thing. That being said, for RDR2, other than canon ships, I do see the appeal of Sadie/Arthur as well as Charles/Arthur, though I write (nor read) either really.

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

We're not going to talk about my four unfinished fics, because I'm going to finish them eventually.

When I have time.

And brain power.

And zero other distractions...

Moving on....

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I tend to capture the likeness of certain characters, including dialogue and inner thoughts. I feel like I keep good pacing over longer stories, and that I have the ability to paint vivid scenes to help readers immerse themselves in the story.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have the inability to write a short fic. Anytime I tell myself 'Oh yeah, that'll only be x words/chapters, it nearly triples in length. Looking at you, Silver and Gold, (aka minibang fic)

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

I've done this before with some Spanish when characters were in appropriate situations, where they weren't supposed to know/understand what was being said. I think I've done it once with German, but I could be wrong. I feel it add flavor when done a sparse amount, and not have it be too overbearing for the reader to muddle through.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings was the first fandom I wrote and actually posted for, though Jedi Apprentice from Star Wars was what got the fanfic train rolling. I rewrote an ending to something that really annoyed me and I felt like I could write it better so I did. That was in the pre-internet era though, so it never made it online. (FF didn't even exist yet!)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm fairly partial to Learning Hurts. It has a mix of what I enjoy (Hurt, comfort, reassurance, growth) and I love the play of the title. Several characters end up learning something over the course of the story, and as implied, those lessons all come with a bit of hurting.

I'm tagging @darling-jack @sentanixiv @danger-r-98-5 . Share if you feel up to it!

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manic-intent · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thanks for tagging me!! :)

Sacred Treasures (Cyberpunk 2077) Takemura x V, E-Rated, Postcanon (Arasaka ending). V doesn’t take getting stashed into Mikoshi lying down, and Takemura returns to Night City to deal with it.

The Tiger and its Skin (Word of Honor) ZZH x WKX, E-Rated, Transmigration AU where ZZH isekais into an alternative universe where he’s a prince of another surname.

The Dragon Gate (Ghost of Tsushima), Ryuzo x Jin, E-Rated, Postcanon Fix-it AU (Ghost ending). Years after the events of Ghost of Tsushima, the Mongols gear up for a second invasion of the island. Jin and Ryuzo have to deal with facing off against an even more overwhelming force -- while trying to bury some old grudges.

American Outlaws (RDR2) Arthur x John, E-Rated, Postcanon Fix-it AU (Arthur survives). Sadie attempts to take care of a recovering Arthur while picking up bounties. Their latest bounty is for a certain “Jim Milton”, wanted dead or alive.

Petrichor (Star Wars) Poe x Finn, E-Rated, Postcanon after TFA, fix-it. Han Solo finds himself not dead after all, Poe and Finn navigate an increasingly awkward relationship, while Rey realises finding Han Solo is only the beginning of all her problems.

Not sure which authors I know are still on this thing and want to do this, but if you see this, feel free to consider yourself tagged.

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moonah-rose · 1 year

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I wonder if people in the Star Wars fandom get as upset at the Obi-Wan / Anakin ship as people in the RDR2 fandom do with Morston.

Somehow I doubt it, I can remember having friends in the late 00's who die-hard shipped them. I can only imagine they weren't the only ones. And I still see the odd shipping gifset shown up on my dash from mutuals who love SW.

But are there as many people who find it that problematic or "gross" that one was a young adult and the other a child when they met? Or that they often call each other "brother"? Are Obi-Wan x Anakin shippers hated on a lot? I'm not in the Star Wars fandom so I have no idea, I just know its really hated in the RDR2 fandom. Even though personally the two ships look the same to me.

For the record, I'm NOT a Morston shipper. If I'm shipping Arthur with anyone it's gonna be Charles, or Sadie as ride or die brotp. But to be honest I'm most invested in this story for the familial relationships. Like to me, their vibe is just that of adoptive brothers, I can't see it any other way. And part of that for me is because I read part of Arthur's arc in the story as accepting that his little bro is a grown up now, that he's no longer "little Johnny Marston". The fact he tells him to be a man before he faces his death is what adds to that emotional goodbye.

But that's just how I read it, I don't care if people do ship it or read that relationship differently. The last rarepair I shipped in my previous fandom I had to constantly explain why they were NOT father and daughter all because of one throwaway joke line in an episode that people clung onto, and an age gap which is apparently only acceptable when they look the same age! I can see it being the same with the whole "brother" thing here. It's a word that can be thrown around, and is often, to mean "friend" or "partner"; Dutch calls Hosea "my brother" in Horseshoe, John and Javier also do - both of those are popular ships.

Anyway, I just thought this was an interesting observation, because I always find it a little amusing when one ship is hated on but a similar one with a slightly different skin is forgiven (example everyone nowadays having a problem with Angel dating a teenager but fine when it's Anya x Xander).

#not tagging because...well yknow

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