#this is so much fun though thank you to the folks who keep sending me things
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For the prompt thing: Orange 4, or November 17/29?
hi! i sort of took all three and combined them into one with a couple minor changes. thank you so much for suggesting these! I had a lot of fun & I hope you enjoy :)
length: ~700 words
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Warm sunlight filters through mismatched drapes. One hangs a bit crooked on its mounted branch. A handful of secondhand nails tack the ends to the wall. The orange tartan pattern clashes a bit with the pale green florals of its counterpart, but both somehow fit in this strange liminal space Imogen has come to know as Laudna’s home.
They’re a ways into the forest at this point, and Imogen is impressed that Laudna even managed to find this spot in the first place.
The woman herself bustles around excitedly, hastily tidying the living area and straightening a plush, velvety throw pillow. Imogen gets the impression she really wasn’t expecting guests.
“...and that is why I’ve been banned from the brothel,” Laudna is saying, and Imogen startles back to the conversation.
“Wait, what?”
Laudna waves her hand. “They had so many! I figured they would hardly miss one–”
“...people?”
“Pillows,” Laudna corrects, “You could hardly fit on the bed. I swear, I could have crawled in and never come out.”
“Right.” Imogen nods, still a bit perplexed but more occupied by taking in the details of the room.
A garland of woven flowers curls around the corners and lines the space where the walls meet the ceiling. The plants are long dead and wilted, but they match the rest of the decor perfectly.
“That took me three days.” Laudna nods approvingly at her work, noticing where Imogen’s gaze has landed. “I suppose it was a bit more, ah, colorful when it was fresh, but I’m rather fond of it all the same.” She resumes her whirlwind, reaching for a metal rod of some sort–it almost looks as if it could be a mangled dagger–to nudge the embers of her hearth back to life. “Tea? I’m afraid it’s all I have at the moment, but I made the blend myself.” A note of pride colors her voice.
Imogen was brought up with manners, and it’s those manners that keep her from mentioning the stifling summer heat. Tea is not necessarily her drink of choice on a day like today, but she can hardly say no. Not when Laudna is looking at her so earnestly, anxious fingers clearly searching for something to do.
“Sounds like a dream,” Imogen smiles sincerely.
“It’s truly the least I can do,” Laudna says, “You saved my life, after all.”
Imogen’s already heat-flushed face colors further thinking about the incident. Her stomach turns. She hadn’t exactly meant to do anything. She was attuned to the thoughts around her and saw the attack coming a mile away, and then it just…happened. She hadn’t thought about it, only acted. And acting, she learned, meant accidentally felling three grown men with a lightning bolt she didn’t know she could summon. She rubs her palms self-consciously, recalling the sting of electricity.
“There we are.” Laudna sets two cups on a chopped log she’s been using as a dining table. The edges have been rounded, and the top sanded to a smooth finish. It’s rather remarkable, really, what Laudna has managed to accomplish.
Imogen tells her so, and Laudna beams.
“Ah!” She exclaims, “I nearly forgot. Close your eyes; don’t look down.” She stands and scurries back to the shelf housing her assorted ingredients. After listening to her rummage for a moment, Imogen hears her set something on the table. “Alright,” Laudna says, satisfied, “now you can look.”
A small clay pot sits at the center of the log with a chip taken out of the rim and a stick poking out the top.
“Honey,” Laudna states gleefully. “I adore a bit with my tea, but the bees get rather angry when you disrupt them, you see, so I rarely find myself in possession. But this is a special occasion, of course.” Her face falls. “I should have asked if you take honey with your tea. Or sugar?”
Imogen cuts her off. “This is lovely,” she promises.
Laudna seems to relax at that.
“So,” Imogen starts, sipping her tea, “tell me more about how you ended up stealin’ pillows from a brothel?”
#me: im gonna keep these to like 500 words#a drabble even#me: no <3#teeny tiny unedited ficlets my beloved#this is so much fun though thank you to the folks who keep sending me things#imodna#imogen temult#laudna#critical role#critical role fanfiction#imodna fanfiction#imodna fanfic#my fic
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Twisted Love | 하나 (chp. 1)
SUMMARY: you were certain that you would never find love nor ever lose your virginity throughout university, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon came into the picture and offered to become your tutor; in exchange for keeping your grades up, and most importantly, teaching you everything you needed to know about sex. it was all just for fun & games, that is until one of you started to develop feelings for the other.
PAIRING: tutor!Sangyeon x afab!reader
GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)
WARNINGS: frat parties whoopie 🤠, alcohol consumption, Sangyeon is such a flirt dear god, petnames (sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby), reader gets drunk, kissing, oral (reader receiving), Sangyeon's goddamn tongue 😮💨, foreplay, cum tasting (Sangyeon forces reader to 😃), size kink, readers loses their virginity to Sangyeon, p in v sex, unprotected sex (be careful irl folks), cursing, multiple orgasms
WORD COUNT: 3,535
A/N: and so the chaos begins 😈 shoutout to both @sungbeam @momhwa-agenda for beta reading this for me!! 💗
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The loud, blaring music was the only thing that resonated within your eardrums as you tried your best to navigate the fraternity house with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea in your hand. It didn’t help that the entire venue was dimly lit and crowded, no matter which corner you tried to escape to.
It was the day right before the new semester started, and your roommate convinced you to join the frat party hosted by the co-ed sorority house just down the block from your apartment. To commemorate both of you finishing up your first year and venturing into the next, your roommate decided it was about time you both stepped out of your comfort zone and had a little fun before hell started the following day.
There was a problem, though: you weren’t much of a party scene type of girl. Sure, you drink a little bit occasionally, but frat parties were definitely out of the question. On the other hand, your roommate often heads down to the local bars every weekend to get wasted and return home during the wee hours of the day. If only you both didn’t have 8 am classes every single day (because, well, being a law student sucked), you were pretty sure that your roommate would’ve gone out every single night if she could.
But it was totally fine with you, though—you are both still good friends, so you often just turn a blind eye to her drinking habits. In fact, sometimes, she was the perfect friend to go to whenever you needed drinking advice; she was the one who broke you out of your shell and ventured into the whole new world of alcohol consumption anyway.
Thanks to her, she managed to drag you out of the house and attend this frat party with her because you promised to spend more time with her after finals were over after turning down multiple of her offers during the previous semester. Now, there was no escape for you since you were free from studies, and your part-time job didn’t really need your assistance until several weeks later; you had no choice but to give in.
You were constantly linking your arms with her wherever you went, staying close to her at all times because, quite frankly, you struggled with social anxiety. But as long as you were close to your roommate, everything would be much more bearable than it was.
However, at some point, you unintentionally slipped your arms off her, and she probably didn’t notice either, as she blended into the crowd of strangers fairly well. Now, you were just standing in the middle of the room, groups of people constantly walking past you. Immediately, you started to panic—the alcohol in your system was also giving you a hard time as you tried your best to look for your friend since you were slowly starting to get tipsy.
But you were determined that you needed to reunite with your roommate no matter what, so you tried your best to push through the crowd with the glass of cocktail in hand, hoping that she hadn’t gone too far away and that you would be able to find her as soon as you could.
That was until you unintentionally bumped into someone, and the alcohol in your system was once again slowly disrupting your senses. As you try your best to squint your eyes and look up to who it is, you are greeted by a somewhat built tall man leaning down to your eye level, trying to start a little conversation with you.
“Hey, are you lost, pretty little thing?”
You were met by a tall black-haired male, about 176cm tall, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand as he began looking at you from top to bottom. Even when you were tipsy, you could clearly examine his well-built body and how good he looked. You had no idea such good-looking students resided in the sorority house.
“O-Oh, yeah…I mean no…I’m supposed to look for my friend…”
“Hmm, what does she look like? Perhaps I could help you find her?”
“Oh no! It’s okay; I can handle it myself—”
Before you could even finish your sentence, you began losing your balance. You were about to stumble to the ground until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from actually having that impact.
God, this is why you hated alcohol.
“I don’t think you’re in a very good state to go hunting for your friend, sweetheart. Let’s go get some water from the pantry,” the male insisted, and he began guiding you all the way to the kitchen, which wasn’t located too far from where you were standing. He immediately made you sit on one of the chairs surrounding the dining table. He quickly fetched warm water in a glass and handed it to you.
At this point, your subconsciousness was slowly fading away, and you were still holding onto your cocktail, not wanting to let it go. In return, the male himself had to help unwrap your fingers surrounding the glass of alcohol and place it far away from you. Once he did so, he gently placed the glass of water in your hands, guiding you to drink it while you began whining like a baby.
“I don’t wanna~ Give me back my cocktail~” You slurred.
“I’d like to think you’ve had enough alcohol for the night, princess. You’re going to blackout soon if you take another sip of that,” the male replied while he was slowly trying to push your arms down from trying to take the alcoholic beverage located on the dining table.
“Who are you to tell me what to do~ You don’t even know me~” You whined, slowly getting slightly annoyed with everything.
“I am certainly gentlemen enough to step in and stop a stranger from doing something they might regret later on,” he insisted.
“No, no, no! I don’t like it! Give it back to me!” You were starting to raise your voice a little, but it wasn’t loud enough to cause a commotion; well, technically, this was a frat party where loud music was just blasting all over the entire house.
But the male wasn’t going to back off so easily. “Princess, please stop it; you’re not going to last—”
The next thing that happens is you dive into his embrace and seal your lips with his. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and began kissing him messily, devouring the hints of whiskey that were left on his lips. The male himself was initially taken aback; his eyes widened, and he did not know what to do. Yet, you were devouring him hungrily, and you eventually tried slipping your tongue into his mouth, and that was when he knew he was fucked.
In response, he kissed you back aggressively, tilting his head to the side to gain more access to your mouth. And boy, did he enjoy the little hints of cocktail left behind on your lips. If this is what you have always heard about your roommate telling you how making out when you’re drunk looks and feels like, it definitely exceeded your expectations. You were on cloud nine, the tension and lust in the air being all prominent, causing you to crave for more.
Suddenly, your hands slowly creep up on his built chest, touching them as if it were something all brand new to you. How rock solid it felt, and how badly you wanted to lift his shirt actually to feel it bare—
“Sweetheart,” he panted.
“Y-Yeah?” You asked, all while still kissing the male aggressively.
“Do you wanna see what’s underneath?”
“Hell, yes, I fucking do.”
He smirked in between the kisses. “Well then, let’s take this somewhere else, shall we? Somewhere more private and where we will be having loads of fun together.”
You couldn’t remember exactly how you ended up in one of the empty bedrooms upstairs in the sorority house. All you remembered briefly was how he picked you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around him all while he took you upstairs, lips still intact with one another.
The next thing that happened was that you were lying flat on the bed, your pants were completely stripped off from you and tossed on the ground, and the male himself was situated in between your thighs, slowly leaving trails of kisses all the way close to your cunt.
As soon as he reached your underwear, he began rubbing it slowly and gently, causing you to elicit a moan as you arched your back from that sensation. He knew what he was doing, and it felt so good.
“H-Hey…can you…uughh…can you kiss m-my…”
“You want me to eat you out?” Well, that was pretty straightforward.
“Hnngh…yeah…please…” you begged.
“Only if you call my name, sweetheart. It’s Sangyeon.”
“S-Sangyeon…please…”
If only you knew how pretty his name sounded coming out of your mouth, oh god, how badly he wanted to give you whatever you asked for.
“Now that’s a good girl,” he smirked as he pulled your underwear down and tossed it straight towards the ground; the cold air that was hitting your now wet spot suddenly sent a little wave of current down your spine.
As he slowly made his way back to your cunt, he noticed how you were already dripping wet, and he grinned at the sight that was in front of him. Your face was flushed, chest moving up and down heavily, and god, the way you looked so adorable in his eyes—making him want to make you cum as much as he possibly could.
“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous right now. I’m going to devour you up so bad and suck you dry, not leaving a single drop of your juices behind.”
With that, he immediately connected his lips to your wet cunt, your moans now much louder and more prominent than before. If you thought his fingers were deadly enough, apparently, he had another wildcard up his sleeves—his tongue.
Your head was spinning as his tongue throbbed in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace gradually, where he decided to yank you slightly closer to his mouth, causing him to penetrate his tongue deeper into you. Your hands gripped the sheets of the bed tightly, and naturally, you arched your hips up in hopes of wanting him to eat you out more.
“Hnngh, Sangyeon! I-I’m going to cum!!”
You were pretty sure that he heard that because the next thing that happened, he quickened his pace, and within seconds, your liquids came gushing out from you, and that didn’t stop him from licking every single drop.
As you slowly came down from your high, he was gently kissing all of your sensitive areas around your bud before lifting his face to move up towards you; now, both faces were just merely inches apart.
“Taste your own cum, baby. Tell me how it is,” he mentioned quickly before diving down, locking his lips with yours, his thumb pulling your chin down slightly to ensure you have gotten every single drop left on his lips.
Once he pulled away so that you both could breathe deeply, he gently caressed your face before asking the question.
“How does it taste, princess? Did I do a good job?”
“Y-Yes…It tastes so good…”
Instantly, a smile plastered across his face, and he leaned down for another peck on your lips. “Is there anything else I could do to pleasure you this evening, princess?”
There was something that you have always wanted to do from the back of your mind, but you have always been afraid to try it out. Ever since you entered college, you have always felt pressure around you when most of your friends have told you how they have already lost their virginity, making you feel like you’re still a little child waiting for your parents to get you your favourite strawberry flavoured lollipop from your local candy store.
However, you were also terrified of losing it, especially when you have heard horror stories on campus about how some girls have had traumatic experiences doing it with people that they didn’t really love or trust.
But it was always on your to-do list before you graduated from college, and if you were to ever do it, you would definitely not do it when you were sober. What exactly was the reason? You have no idea. Perhaps losing it when you were tipsy or drunk would have felt ten times better for you so that you wouldn’t have to remember about it much.
Given the fact that this Sangyeon guy has treated you nothing but well so far throughout the party, you figured that he probably isn’t those bad guys that people would tell you to stay away from. Besides, you were certain that you wouldn’t be meeting anyone from the party ever again when the new semester began.
It’s now or never.
“I want you, Sangyeon. I want you so bad.”
At first, you immediately tilted your face towards the side, not wanting to see the expression on his face as you said that. Who were you kidding, asking a random stranger to take away your virginity just like that? If he were a fuckboy, he probably would’ve done it right away without even having to wait for you to pose the question.
God, this is going to be another awkward moment—
Immediately, you felt his fingers wrapped under your chin as he turned you to look back at him, his face now merely inches away from you.
“If you want me to fuck you good, then I suggest you keep your eyes opened and watch carefully, baby.”
He then pushes himself back up and immediately lifts his shirt all the way up out from his head and throws it to the floor. You were pretty sure you were drooling at this point because you finally saw his bare, well-built body in person—rock solid toned abs, big built chest, and god, his body proportions were to just die for.
Before you could even comment on his body, he quickly yanked his pants and boxers down, revealing his now huge erected cock that he was rubbing slowly.
God, it’s a hell of a monster cock.
“Like what you see, princess?”
You quickly snap back from reality as he now slowly positions his cock directly onto your cunt, the tip now rubbing your entrance as he crawls up to you again.
“Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready to take it all in?”
You gulped. “Y-Yeah…I guess…”
He smiled and giggled at the sight of you. “You look so cute, do you know that? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
Immediately, one of his hands finds its way to yours and interlocks them while his other hand helps push his giant cock into you, causing you to yelp and shut your eyes tightly from the impact.
Oh my god, you actually did it.
“Hey, baby, you okay?”
Trying your best to find the right words as you panted, you slowly responded to the male while your other free hand grabbed onto his arms. “Y-Yeah…I just…”
“I’ll give you a moment to adjust, hmm? Tell me whenever you’re ready; I’ll start off slow.”
After a few seconds of calming your heartbeat down a little, you slowly give him a nod, indicating that he could continue with what he was doing. The pace started slow but impactful, your walls were absolutely tight as hell, and his cock was just trying its best to loosen and break them apart.
“Let me guess,” he panted. “This is your first time doing it, huh?”
“W-What? How did you know?”
“Oh, I know alright; I’m pretty much a veteran when it comes to sex.”
What in God’s mind made him say that out loud?
As much as you wanted to comment on that, you were so out of your mind to even think straight because Sangyeon was now thrusting faster into you, knowing that your walls weren’t as tight as they were before.
“S-Sangyeon!”
“Use your words, baby. Tell me, how are you feeling?”
“I-It…it feels so good…aaahh!”
“You like it when I fill you up with my cum, baby?”
“Y-Yes, I want you, I want you so bad!”
That was all he needed to hear, and he reconnected his lips with yours for a couple of seconds, kissing you feverishly before breaking the kiss to pound you much faster and harder. In return, you suddenly felt a knot in your stomach, and that’s when you knew you were near.
“S-Sangyeon…”
“Yes, baby?”
“I-I’m going to cum…” you whispered, desperately trying to warn him beforehand.
“Then cum for me then, tell me. Where exactly do you want me?”
“I-Inside! Please! Cum inside of me!!” You screamed.
It was as if you both had the perfect timing as you both came together, filling each other up with your own respective liquids. You let out a deep gasp from your orgasm, and Sangyeon groaned out loud before he collapsed on top of you.
It took a few moments and a little breather before he lifted himself up a little, desperately trying to find your lips again and devour them slowly. You then moved your fingers up into his hair, slowly enjoying every bit of feeling how soft it is.
As your exhaustion slowly takes over you, your eyelids begin to fall, and you finally pass out into dreamland, his soft, plump lips on yours being the very last thing you remember.
You were awakened by the sound of your alarm coming from your phone as you tried your best to reach for it, which was placed on your nightstand.
When you finally squint your eyes to turn off the alarm, you shoot up from bed based on what you see on your screen.
You had 10 minutes left to prepare for your first class of the year.
Immediately, you hurried out of bed and dashed right into your toilet, trying to clean yourself up within 5 minutes so you would have the other remaining 5 to dash to campus.
You didn’t even bother putting on makeup for the day (which you would usually wear lightly); at this point, you only cared about being presentable and not looking like a homeless college student who got kicked out of her apartment.
There goes my effort to actually make a good first impression at the start of the new semester.
You couldn’t even say a simple good morning to your roommate who made your favourite toasted cream cheese bagel as you dashed straight out the door, having only one of the straps on your backpack slung over your shoulder.
As you made your way towards campus, the usual short route that would’ve taken 5 minutes if you walked and 2 minutes, if you dashed, felt much longer. But you knew that it was completely your fault since you were the one who overslept and fucked up your sleeping schedule.
Or did you?
That was when questions began popping up in your mind. The last time you remembered you were still awake and conscious was when you were at a frat party with your roommate.
A frat party…
That’s right.
You went to a frat party at the sorority house not far from your apartment, and then you remembered getting separated from your roommate and trying your best to locate her throughout the house…
…and you bumped into a man named Sangyeon.
Fuck, you actually lost your virginity last night.
The next thing you knew, you had already arrived right in front of your lecture hall, and you quickly took a quick breath and tried to compose yourself, shaking off all of the thoughts that had happened the night before.
Screw it, I’ll deal with whatever happened last night later.
You quickly navigated the entire auditorium, only to find that the front seat was left that wasn’t taken. You absolutely hated sitting in front, especially when you weren’t at your best self this morning. But you didn’t have much choice left as your professor walked into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
You reluctantly sat down and took your laptop out, turning it on while you began to hear your professor’s voice in the background.
As you were busy trying to rummage through your bag to find your textbooks, you began hearing the girls around you squeal, making you tilt your head up to see what was happening.
That was when you wished you could hide under the table and vanish from campus right this second.
A tall, black-haired male walked into the hall with a folder in his arms and made his way right next to your professor while introducing himself. His neatly styled hair was parted to the sides. He also wore a black blazer over his white tee, which, quite frankly, made him look effortlessly attractive.
“Class, this gentleman right here is Lee Sangyeon, and he will be the teacher’s assistant for this semester.”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
A/N: me as i write this sangyeon series: "why do i do this to myself 😃" (no yall do not want to know the endless amount of brainrot i went through writing this)
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Some Positivity
I'm absolutely surprised I do not have an image of my sona with a heart so Zhen will have to do it. Especially given his ‘job’
The start of the year for me has been rough. The folks who know my situation know my words are a severe understatement but I can’t let that hold me down. But it has made it abundantly clear that I am loved.
Loved.
I genuinely have folks who love me for who am I.
I couldn't ask for any more words than that today.
I am loved for what I am and what I do and that's all I could ever ask for. And I love myself for it.
So today, lets give out a little bit of love to some folk today.
Edge; @casteliacityramen
I love how you are incredibly indecisive about reblogging some things on your side account. Something that means a lot to a character that someone may get a free hint on. I mean hell I used to do that all the time in my younger days to keep them on my brain to stay a little consistent on it. But man, I'm sure you've been hearing a lot from other people and honestly I'll be one of them hollering in the back about how we love Rio.
MepersonallyIwanttoseeRaybutwe’llgetthere.
The point is your story and characters have managed to grab people by the throat. You have an eloquent way of making them pretty relatable and gripping their attention.
Hope you're enjoying the day with your significant other :0
Owli; @askvekpa
I always wonder if you be like “THERE GOES THIS GIRL AGAIN ASKING FOR HER DANG LUGIAS TO BE DRAWN AGAIN.” I can't help myself. You're too damn good at your craft and your attention to detail on beasties, dragons and animals alike. It's praiseworthy so I hope you always treat yourself kindly when it comes to what you do. Also, you seem to be doing better in the anxiety department, or I hope so. It's been a pleasure to see you be more interactive as of late with others so I hope you have been able to adequately spread your wings in that environment and get better.
Vega; @pokitsune
MAN I SURELY DO MISS YOU RIGHT. I HAVE SO MANY BRAINWORMS ABOUT YAKO AND ROSHI FIGHTING AND TEA TIME WITH ROSHI. Then I remember you're literally a DM away and my ass is just straight-up forgetful. I remember you chatted away about your Ninetales lore and goddamn I was eating it up. It FUELED ME to be so motivated with my characters, you have no idea. And coupled with your old ask blogs, I am so glad we started to chat last year and I am always grateful you send me images of stuff I can relate with on my characters.
I hope you're having fun with FFXIV and I hope you and gf are doing something good today or both of you are taking some good ass time to relax.
Skins; @asksavel
I mean there are a lot of words I want to say. Overall it is always overwhelmingly positive. We were both there for each other in a horrible mental down. While mines is a bit still ongoing, you still have been sending me kind words and images to make the day all the more bearable. You noticed I have been withdrawn lately and you consider that when talking with me.
Communication. It's something I always prized and I really appreciate it when we have chatting. Thank you so much for being the person you are and helping me. It has meant a lot to me.
Kai; @bunnkick
I'm pretty sure you weren't expecting me to do this! But HA I GOT YOU NOW TODAY.
EVER SINCE YOU TOLD ME YOU CONSIDERED ME A FRIEND I HAVE BEEN LIKE A NERVOUS LITTLE PERSON TO CHAT MORE WITH YOU. I have been doing good to shoot messages your way to check in on you though and I'm proud of that much. Ah, I love your work man. I have been saying this for years as I have been working with you and imma saying it again, your style rocks man. And the chats we have, I love staying up for 3 hours to chat with ya. It's always a great time.
Now I gotta hit you up for shows. I have been watching some and I always loved your insight ~
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Witch Toll
Maybe I got carried away about the mission of seducing the local priest and it ended like this!
Thanks @jean-dieu for lending me your awkward Sarenite, I studied him like he was a bug and I'm pretty satisfied. And Ekaterina had some fun bullying another Inquisitor >:)
CW: slighlty dubious intentions, teasing, power dynamics, flustered tiefling, better than a simple kiss (though 'better' is not the right word for this *evil laugh*)
Another day, another opportunity for Hulrun to get on everybody’s nerves. And it was worse when Liotr was away from Kenabres like that time.
Raphaël took a deep breath. It was a matter of time. May Saranrae give him wisdom and resilience to endure that nonsensical chase by nighttime into the woods.
“By the instructions we have, they must be not far,” the Inquisitor warned his squad. “Keep your eyes open.”
Perched owls watched over them with their piercing yellow eyes. Some of the witch hunters babbled prayers while following their leader.
“Damn wenches,” one of them cussed. “Like it isn’t enough to put their worthless lives in demons’ grasp, they put innocent folk in danger as well. Who in their right mind would stroll around here to ask for help?”
“Charmed folk,” another one replied. “The poor fellows fall for their words like flies on an open honey jar.”
“And then get slapped to death.”
Raphaël stopped suddenly and gave a stern look at them. “Are you done with chit-chatting?”
The witch hunters looked at each other and nodded, slightly embarrassed.
“Let me refresh your mind one more time,” the Inquisitor recalled. “When we find the suspect’s house, you stay right behind me and let me lead the investigation. No vandalism, no unrequired words, nothing without my approval. By Everlight, you are men, not rabid dogs!”
One witch hunter called quietly, “Inquisitor”.
Raphaël looked at him and noticed the lad was pointing to somewhere ahead. And indeed there was something: warm lights following in a line. The squad got in position without second thoughts and followed the Sarenite.
A few commoners were at the door of a humble cabin. The Inquisitor waved for his men to not approach too much yet. They had to observe them first.
The door opened and a subtly glowing figure appeared. It was kind of hard to see her face since she was surrounded by the small group. She talked in a hushed voice, giving satchels and apparently elixir vials to the visitors.
“... It should help. Come back if you need anything else,” she guaranteed to an old woman.
“Erastil blesses you, girl.”
One by one, the people dismissed through the woods, and Raphaël held the line, ignoring the antsy feeling among his squad. They were not under Hulrun’s orders, but his. They should know how to behave for good or else.
Finally it was possible to give a good look at her, though from afar. The suspect was a copper-haired aasimar. Raphaël had heard about her before, but for a long time he thought the stories were exaggerated — a child of celestial living alone in the woods, asking for nothing but for people to leave her alone and let her help them the best she could. Why was she not in the Iomedae’s ranks as many of her kind have been?
A thought sparkled in the Inquisitor’s mind — Maybe because she is not like the others of her kind.
“Inquisitor, what now?” one of his men asked.
Raphaël swallowed hard. He was not nervous, but somehow his throat got constricted and he felt thirsty.
The woman got back inside the cabin and closed the door.
“Inquisitor?”
“I'll go ahead.” Raphaël left the shadows. “If I need you, I’ll send a signal.”
“Yes, sir,” the group agreed.
Walking to the cabin was strange. It was like his legs weighed much more than they used to. But before the tiefling could raise his hand and knock on the door, a soft voice asked, “Come in”.
And so he did. The inside of the house was scarcely lit by oiled lamps. Raphaël stiffed for a second; he felt the same piercing yellow eyes from earlier over his head, right from the ceiling, but as he looked up, there was nothing there.
“May I help you?”
The aasimar was sitting on a straw stool, sorting some herbs. She didn’t seem bothered by the strange visitor.
Raphaël got to his composure again and asked, “How… How did you know I…”
“I saw you and your men outside. Not mean to be rude, but being discreet isn’t one of their greatest skills.”
The Inquisitor kept his mouth shut, with a bitter feeling lingering in the back of his head.
She looked at him for the first time, and a soft smile appeared on her face, though not touching her eyes. “And it’s very rare to see someone like you on their side.”
“What do you mean? Because I’m a tiefling?” Raphaël scoffed, defensive.
The woman shrugged. “Let’s be honest, you should have made a great impression over Hulrun and your comrade-in-arms for they don’t cut off your tail or horns. At least.”
Raphaël frowned. “Who are you?”
The aasimar kept organizing the herbs before her. “Just someone minding her own business. But if it’s a name you want, it’s Ekaterina.”
“By your accent you are not from here.”
The woman sighed and got up. Raphaël’s tail twitched; she was shorter than him for a few centimeters. “You are right. I’m from Irrisen. But don’t mistake me for a Winter Witch, yes? I’m a druid.”
“Why are you so far from your homeland?”
“Personal matters. And now, my turn; what’s your name?”
Her body language was quite relaxed, but yet her words made the tiefling hesitate a little. She smelled of thyme and smoke.
“Raphaël,” he exhaled noisily. “I’m a servant of Sarenrae.”
Ekaterina looked at him up and down. “I see.”
He flushed. Of course he was, otherwise he would not be wearing Sarenite motifs.
“So…” Ekaterina put her hands behind her back. “You came to my home, asking questions and giving judgemental eyes. But as you can see, there is no trap, no luring or even a hungry beast lurking to eat you alive around here. Have I satiated your curiosity already?”
Raphaël cleaned his voice. “There are rumors saying that you were involved in… hedonist rituals.”
Ekaterina’s brows raised. “Really? When?”
She did not look offended. In fact, the words of the Inquisitor made her giggle.
“Not like a host or a guest, but… Someone came here and ordered a love potion. Is that true?”
Ekaterina smiled warmly. “That’s not my kind of business. But it would be… interesting, I daresay. People say a lot of things about everyone and everything, don’t you think so?”
Raphaël nodded, feeling weird, and getting nervous for being weird. Maybe he should send the signal for the other witch hunter right the way. Or just walk through the door and put a stone over that investigation.
Ekaterina noticed his hooves bringing him back to the entrance. She shook her head and added, “You witch hunters are so childish sometimes, putting it mildly.”
Her words itched Raphaël. “What do you mean?”
“Same old stories, every day. Hedonism, eating children, demonic pacts. It doesn’t matter if someone like me is just trying to survive and help good people, for many of you, my kinship and I should be at the stake whatever it takes.”
Raphaël protested, “Not every Inquisitor is like it!”
“You mean ‘like Hulrun’, am I right? Gladly I never ever met him,” she snorted. “Everybody is afraid of you because you're always scared of anything. If you were more flesh than divine weapon, maybe things would be easier and fairest for everyone.”
He was angry, but she was right. Every word was like a scorching ray against his skin, ignoring his Hellish heritage. Like the purifying Everlight herself.
Raphaël gave up. He walked back to the druid with his fists clenched, but his voice sounded quiet, almost like a begging, “Let me prove I’m not like them”.
Why was he doing that? He had no idea. Maybe because he was unfairly suspicious towards a child of Heaven, a lonely heather. Maybe because her presence had a powerful influence over him…
Or maybe because his mortified flesh was asking for that.
Ekaterina gave him a strange glance. She did not expect her words would bring that kind of outcome. She just wanted to shoo him away, but the effects were opposite.
“Let me prove myself,” he repeated, his heart beating fast against his ribcage.
Ekaterina pondered. “Do you have any idea how strong this request is?”
“Yes,” he replied without a blink.
That was a serious matter. Then it would be. The woman suggested, “Back in my homeland, when the house owner is disrespected somehow, the offender should bring an apology token. It could be a sacrifice, a terrible secret, or even sex.”
The last word made the Inquisitor’s guts freeze.
“Whatever that makes the offender vulnerable. So, lay down on the floor.”
“What?”
“Now.”
He asked for it. Dear Sarenrae, where was his head when he agreed with that? His tail rattled on the cold stone like an eager serpent, and involuntarily it wrapped softly on one of the druid’s ankles.
“Calm down, Inquisitor,” she stated, removing her limb from the desperate grasp like it was but a withered vine.
Dozens of ghostly-yellow eyes were watching them. Raphaël’s throat got dry again, as the woman put one foot on his chest, right over the Everlight insignia. She kept the other on the floor, next to his head, letting the worned hem of her tunic flutter on his chin and neck.
“I’m sorry,” he begged, either to her or his goddess.
“You are fine,” the druid hummed, looking deep into his eyes.
He wanted to move, to brush at least one thumb against her warm skin, from the ankle to the calf and up the way. To… kiss her. But he couldn’t do that; he made an unbreakable oath on his own.
“Don’t come back here again, unless you have a good, good reason,” she said. “Am I being clear?”Raphaël just nodded, and when she took off her feet over him, he felt… empty. And naked.
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Ace's HL Writing Challenge
Well folks, we did it!!! After five long years, this blog has reached 1,100 followers, which is amazing!!! As a thank you, I wanted to celebrate your talent by doing a Hogwarts Legacy writing challenge! More inforamation under the cut :)
How it will work:
I'm keeping it pretty simple. The rules are down below. To sign up, simply send me an ask with the prompt number and character/ship you'll be writing for. For now, we'll do just one person per a prompt, but that may change depending on how much participation there is.
When you've written your work, just post here on tumblr and tag me! I'll be reblogging each of the works that are submitted and giving positive feedback!
The rules:
Must be focused on characters from Hogwarts Legacy. AUs, adding OCs, etc, is more than welcome, but make sure that it involves characters from the game.
That being said, it can be ANY characters from the game! It can be x reader/MC, ships of two characters from the game, or not have any romance and just the dynamics of different characters. Whatever tickles your fancy!
Please, no NSFW or smut. Keep things PG-13 for this one :)
No word limits---just have fun!
You don't need to use the exact prompt in your work. You can do so if you choose, or rephrase it, or just go off of vibes alone lol.
The Prompts:
I will keep this updated for what prompts are/aren't available. All of these are song lyrics, and a playlist of all the songs used is available down below :)
"I was never one for short endings or cheap goodbyes." @shiinzhon
2. "I still don't know how to get to you." @talesofesther Sebastian x Reader
3. "I hear a storm is coming in--My dear, is it all we've ever been?"
4. "You go to find another place for your sun to shine."
5. "For the record, I've made my hell."
6. "I will wait for you, though I can't wait forever."
7. "Let's dance until the sun aches, love until our bones break." @shadowtriovibes Sebastian x MC
8. "Expectation is the currency of fools, and I spent it on you." @boomingsmile
9. "Now I feel like I'm finally me."
10. "I pretended I could read your thoughts, now it's just the truth."
11. "I'm in love when you're around."
12. "Can you hold on just for a little while longer?"
13. "I lost you when I lost me."
14. "I've done so many things wrong, I don't know if I can do right."
15. "A man can never dream these kinds of things."
16. "If I shut my eyes, will you appear? Because I'm not me without you here."
17. "Lonely are the ones who fall from love."
18. "One look and it all falls down."
19. "Even while you hold me as I cry on the floor, I still don't know how to be yours."
20. "If you're leaving I gotta know why."
21. "All my emotions feel like explosions when you're around."
22. "I want to find a home and I want to share it with you." @shadowtriovibes MC x TBD
23. "I like you, say it back."
24. "How can I be the boy you dream about?” @ravenelyx Sebastian x MC
25. "Just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms."
26. "I hope I'm not the last of what the world gave you.”
27. "We thought love was something we weren't meant to find."
28. “I was afraid to let it happen, but now I cannot forget it.”
29. "I could cut my hands on your edges, but I won't pull away."
30. "I swore that I'd become a better man for you and I tried." @sallow-tales Sebastian x MC
31. "I usually hate these cliches, but loving you feels that way." @eggymf
32. "The funny thing about love is it makes you wait."
33. "It's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning." @localravenclaw - Sebastian x f!MC
34. "It happened when I least expected it." @finalgirllx
35. "And we wait until one of us caves." @emptycauldron
Playlist link
#Spotify#Hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow x reader#ominis gaunt x reader#garreth weasley x reader#sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#garreth weasley#imelda reyes#poppy sweeting#leander prewett#amit thakkar#natsai onai#fanfiction#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#writing challenge
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Hey! This isnt an ask meant to be answered but I was reminded by the book game that it's important to interact with eachother soo... ta daa
I just wanted to say that your work's really cool, it must be a lot of work to keep this going, I love the diversity in time periods, the newer things, from mid 1900s to early 2000s are fun, it's cool to remember that that sort of newer thing is also historical by now. I really like the older things to, its just fun to see the occasional pause from the rather intimidating puffy skirts.
hello my dearest anon! 💕
I know you said that this wasn't an ask that needed to be answered, but I hope you don't mind that I'm doing so, if for no other reason than to say a huge and very genuine thank you for this super sweet message!! 🥰💖🥰💖
interacting with y'all has been one of my favorite parts of running this blog, even though I actually didn't go into this expecting much interest or interaction at all 😅 I'm so glad the boop game gave so many people (including me) a super fun excuse to reach out to folks that we might not otherwise have ☺️☺️ and I'm absolutely thrilled that it inspired you to send this ask bc even though I'm responding to it late (I apologize for that btw 😅), just know that it made my whole day and even my whole week! 🥰🥰
I will admit that it does take a lot of time and work to run the blog, and although I absolutely do enjoy it for the most part, I would be nowhere near as motivated to keep it up as regularly if it wasn't for folks like you who send messages and post comments and leave notes in the tags - y'all are truly the ones who keep me motivated and enthusiastic 🥰🥰🥰🥰
now that I've rambled on, let me just wrap this all up by saying a giant and sincere thank you for this ask!! I'm so glad you're enjoying the blog and I truly hope it continues to bring you joy! 💕💕
I hope your day is absolutely lovely!! 💕🥰💖☺️
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hi if we're still sending in ur trademark tm, i think yours is how you write the "reader" in readerfic! when i first started reading your stuff one of my persistent thoughts was "hm, i don't think this is readerfic, i think this is oc insert fic in second person". and this was before i started seeing the ones where "you" have a name, like cowboy au, so it's just that noticeable. (ngl i got a good laugh when i finally read your blog desc and realized that was already written on there.) it's one of the main reasons why i read your stuff (the other reason is that you write good), because there was a handful of 2nd person oc-insert fics i read when i was younger that i loved so the way you do it is really nostalgic to me :')
oh and also i think your characterization is a big trademark of your writing! i actually don't know anything about cod (i just think the fic is hot) but i feel like i have such a clear image of the guys as characters after reading your stuff. i'm not saying i believe it's a canon understanding of them, but it's a CLEAR idea of who they are with you.
I always think of the "name" that my OCs are given in fic as similar to the callsign most readers have in CoDxreader fics. It's super common in the fandom for reader characters to have a nickname just so the author can avoid overusing "y/n"(which is also why I originally gave my darlings nicknames, because I hate using y/n)
It's fun hearing that my blog description continues to trip people up! Yes many of these pov characters are also OCs, I try to keep everything but personality vague though. I've even removed the one face claim post I had because it seemed to bother people, and I can't blame the folks that get tripped up by my, uh, rather niche approach to reader povs.
These are both lovely trademarks to be given, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I LOVE CHARACTERS!! I love writing about people and thinking about how different traits interact, I love characters. And I strive to be true to folks' character because I love them so much. If I wanted to write about someone else I would! I want to write about Ghost being a cowboy, so I better figure out how to make that happen and how his character would fit!
Anyway, I love you, thank you for sticking around through my weird povs and your not knowing anything about CoD. I respect that. I've read plenty of fic for fandoms I'm not part of just because it was good.
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @firebatvillain... er... a few weeks ago, I think. Thank you! Sorry it took me so long.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
136.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
396,444.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Oh, God. Loads, too many to list. Tolkien is currently at the top of the list, and I'm also deep in the extended Jacobite Literary Universe. :D Generally, my fandoms tend to have some sort of historical and/or fantasy setting.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Amo, Amas, Amat (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
Slightly Scandalous (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
Kindred Spirits (Ghosts, Captain/Thomas)
Reality Bites (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
Poetry Slam (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
My NATM fics are still my most popular ones by a country mile. I still get almost daily kudos on all of them, which is somewhat bamboozling, given that they're pretty old, very short, and there's been a lot more NATM fic written since then. But it is nice that folks are still finding them and reading them. :D
Then there's that random Ghosts one in there, too!
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yeah, almost always. I like to let readers know I appreciate their feedback, and it's fun to flail about our favourite characters and ships. Though right now, I have to admit that I have a bit of a backlog of comments that I need to respond to. But I'll get there. :S
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I've written a few, but possibly Nunc Dimittis, which is about Morgoth sending Sauron away at the final fall of Angband. It ends with Sauron feeling the moment that Melkor is taken captive, then later, when he's cast into the Void, and realising he's now truly alone. That fic was entirely Dark Lord angst. :P
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Oof, a fairly tough one. I'm quite big on giving my ships happy endings, wherever possible. But I'll go with A Few Good Years to Spend, because that whole fic was an exercise in giving Andreth and Aegnor a happy ending. But I very much liked the final scene, with Andreth growing old and Aegnor as totally, utterly besotted with her as ever. It also had them all surrounded by the various kids of the House of Bëor, and Aegnor being the confirmed favourite, and the image was cute. :3
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really. I did get one really weird comment on a fic, which was basically a diatribe against the POV character. But it had nothing to do with the actual fic, it was about the character in the canon, and it seemed like it was part of some larger screed had just been c+p'd from some other site. Very strange.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yeah, every so often. I wish I wrote more tbh, because I'm a pervy wee hobgoblin. I've never even written an f/f scene or a proper threesome. So far, all my smut has been fairly tame, but I'd like to try my hand at some more kinky stuff at some point. ;)
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Yeah, when inspiration strikes. I don't know about the craziest, but I think the daftest must definitely be And Long Would Mandos Hold Him, where Death from Horrible Histories meets Saeros from The Children of Húrin and is, naturally, delighted. That one was a riot to write. XD
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge, but fuck, who knows. The internet is huge.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
A few times, into Chinese and Russian.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not really, not if you mean both of us writing. I think the closest I've come so far was when I collaborated with peasina for last year's Pod_Together, which involves teaming up to create both a written fic and a podfic version of the same. It was a really fun experience, coming up with ideas for a story together, and interesting, because it's the first time I've ever written a story specifically intended to be read aloud, so it was something to keep in mind all the time I was writing. The end result was A (Confirmed) Knight Bachelor: written version here and pod version here. I really enjoyed doing this one! :D
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
God, I don't know. I have no idea how to gauge that.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
ahahahaha... oh God, right now, it feels like all of them. XD
But really... sadly, probably the Legolas/Gimli post-LOTR fic I started. Honestly, I think the fact it was looking to end up as a multi-chapter affair kind of scared me from the get-go. Then I wrote myself into a knot trying to work out Legolas and Thranduil's dynamic immediately after the War of the Ring. No doubt it's the sort of thing that could be easily worked out with a bit of tinkering, but I got discouraged and ended up shoving the whole fic on the back-burner, where it's like to stay. :[
(Of course, talking about it inevitably makes me want to open it up and have another crack at it. But realistically, I don't think I'll ever finish it.)
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I do character voices pretty well, and in book fandoms, I think I can usually pull off a decent pastiche of the style. And on a good day, I think I can do good descriptive prose.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Fucking plots, how do they work??? On a bad day, I think my prose is overdone and pedantic: too fussy.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
It can definitely add something - authenticity, atmosphere - but should also be used with caution. Writing is all about communication, after all, and if you start writing whole screeds of conversation in a language that you're not guaranteed your target audience will understand, you're not serving the story, just trying to show off. Economy is the key, I think. I also usually include a translation, either as an endnote, or as a hover-over caption.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
lol technically, I think it must be historical RPF. I used to write wee stories about the historical peeps I was obsessed with at the time.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Oh, how the hell is anyone meant to answer a question like that.
Tagging, with no obligation: @nocompromise-noregrets, @cilil, @bryndeavour, @chiropteracupola, @regshoe, @sanguinarysanguinity, @technicallycleverdetective, @swanmaids, @cycas, and @di-daydreamer.
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Okay, work stuff done! (I'll be honest with you, though. I was distracted the whole time) I needed this for my sanity, and I was not disappointed 😌 I've got to hand it to you 11.7k words in insane! There's so many parts of it I loved but I'll try to keep it short. The real MVP of this chapter is the Amplexus plant(did I get that right?). There's nothing like a good ole sentient hentai plant to boost the porn logic, no?😂 It was so much fun reading that.
Honorable mention to the old folks at the market for their solid advice. They were insane in their youth, I bet. Also BEYONCÉ? I had to pause at that. There's a GIF of a woman who screams Beyoncé?! Wide-eyed and everything, and that was me for a second 😂
The only bad thing about this chapter is that it had to end. The CLIFFHANGER? That's illegal. My poor heart 😭 I didn't count the number of times Itachi's nipples were mentioned, but wow. Alpha is just incredibly down bad, and so am I. Itachi is so precious and deserves all the love and kisses in the world. It would be absolutely wholesome to raise chickens with him, and I need to make that a reality somehow 🥹 This was a lovely chapter as usual. Thank you, and I'm looking forward to the next one!
AHHH, thank you so much for this lovely comment!!! It means the world to me that you took the time to send this!! 🥰
I had so much fun writing the Amplexus plant. Fun fact, amplexus means embrace in Latin, so it's literally called the hugging plant XD
I feel like everyone has met at least one old person who used to be a freak and is happy to share the details haha.
And so many people seem amused by the Beyonce line, I honestly didn't expect that 😝
The cliffhanger... haha, yes, I saved a lot of the juicy nsfw stuff for the third part because Itachi is a classy guy XD There shouldn't be as much of a wait for the next part, as I'm trying to get Itachi's book finished up this week. I mentioned Itachi's nipples way too much, but that's because they're so pretty! Itachi has me in a chokehold, honestly.
If @omeganronpa chooses Itachi, I will make sure to add some chickens in the epilogue for him 🐔🐔🐣🐤🐥🐥🐤
I'm glad you're looking forward to the next part! Thank you again for your lovely comment <333
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WIP Folder Tag Game
Finally slinking back on here after I don’t know how long 😬 First of all, I want to thank everyone who’s been tagging me the past few weeks, I really do appreciate it! I just haven’t had a lot of energy left over to actually do much writing and/or posting, even though I still have a lot of “writing” happening in my head. (On a side note, that used to work out a lot better when I was younger—I could hold entire paragraphs verbatim in my mind for weeks at a time; now I’m lucky if I even remember roughly what direction I wanted a scene to take, lol).
And thank you so, so much to those who offered to let me bend their ear about my writing difficulties. I really do plan to take you up on it, but I’ve been procrastinating partly out of brutal shyness and partly because I’m not even sure where to begin, the reasons for which may become apparent from seeing the folders I’m about to share. I mean, yikes.
Anyway, I’m excited to play along and I’m happy to answer any asks I get! (Thanks @palimpsessed for tagging me to play!)
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Shelter from the Storm (RWRB)
Runaway Train (Whyborne & Griffin)
The next group are Snowbaz WIPS, many of which were begun for COC22. Still hoping to get them finished! (Those that are numbered are out of order because I use google docs, so the list is in order of what’s been most recently opened)
Beginnings
Fluff, COCC Day 15
Devotion, COC22 Day 13
Devour, COC22 Day 12
EGF23 dead darlings
So, crap. The next grouping is my shame revealed, lol. I NEVER write like this, but this is what has happened: My crucible marriage AU is a complete and utter shambles of separate files, all individual scenes that I’ve been trusting my brain to knit together at some future point. And I still believe that it will, actually, but it’s something new to me. I’m more the kind of writer who envisions an entire story from start to finish—or at least the basic bones of it—and then I sit down and proceed in a chronological and orderly fashion. I have a couple of theories about why that hasn’t happened this time, and it largely boils down to self-indulgence. I’m enjoying myself, I don’t want to bring the story to an end, and I have been keeping the scenes separate so that rather than one big mess of a file, I have one big mess of a drive. Welcome to my cluttered mind! It can be a pretty fun place, if you watch where you step.
Too much
Kiss
Moles
Murder in My Heart
Fireside
Pool
Rolling
Heading Home After Crucible
First wings
Vera
Sick in love
Wings
Reception
Favorite
Fiona in kitchen
Simon at the start
Mordelia asks
Epilogue
Post-reception
Fiona reception
Winchester
Clothes shopping
Eyebrow
Lying on B
Good night
Tree carving
So much fun
Butter
Angel of the morning
LSE
Carry upstairs
Laughing
Escape
Before reception
Cold sleep
Annulment
Do you think
Signing the book
Reception garden
Coven
Alphabet
Love of my life
Spring equinox 2017
Arranged
Spring equinox
Simon before crucible
I want to say, these are not all going to be *chapters*. The fic is going to be long, but not as long as all that! I could say more but maybe I’ll wait and see if anyone is interested enough to ask, since this post is already way too rambling. I don’t think I could possibly tag as many people as there are files here, and I think everyone has already played anyway, so as usual I’m going to apologize ahead of tagging folks who have likely already done this. Sorry ❤️
@confused-bi-queer @onepintobean @sillyunicorn @facewithoutheart @basiltonbutliketheherb @asocialpessimist @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nightimedreamersghost @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shrekgogurt @raenestee @fatalfangirl @stitchyqueer @bazzybelle @fucking-gay-frogs @mostlymaudlin @sailorblossoms @yellowraincoat @ivelovedhimthroughworse @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @thehoneyedhufflepuff @anikamercat @aceumbrellaheroes @captain-aralias
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Thank you for your answer to my Sasha question. If you wish to develop your bit about Grime enabling her worst traits and if you think it would be possible for all three of them to go through their necessary character arcs in an Swap AU, I would very much like to hear it!
You're welcome and sorry if it came across as aggressive at all my responses. ^^;
So I'll actually do this backwards because the Swap AU is the shorter of the two here: No. Or not without a LOT of twisting to force things to come together right like they did for the show. I could go into the struggles for all three girls as to why but as Anne has the largest and most important arc, I just need to focus on her.
And... In Toad Tower, she stays trapped or dead because she neither has useful skills like Marcy could to convince Grime to let her out or the manipulative skills to get herself free (and having skills Grimes needs) like Sasha did. Meanwhile, King Andrias, for the sake of his plans, would have fed into her worst traits, her laziness and lack of drive, to keep her bottled up and learning/doing nothing, meaning she would never grow as a person. The fact that the Plantars are kind hearted farm folk is actually a crucial component to both getting Anne the perspective she needs but also to force her to have to work enough so as to actually learn, something neither other community could do without a LOT of work on the writer's part that might feel contrived.
The only other loose end might be a Swap AU where you cheat and keep Anne in Wartwood but swap Marcy and Sasha... And I still don't think it works. I think Sasha's machinations would lead to her seeming untrustworthy to Andrias, almost reminding him of Lief potentially, and thus lead to him giving into the Core's demands of murdering her to stop the prophecy. Then the other two likely get killed when they meet Andrias eventually. Admittedly, that's also probably the strongest argument FOR a Swap AU where you make Sasha the main character, have the betrayal be the early twist/hook and then her trying to survive Amphibia while getting the other two and then having to figure out the box without Andrias.
Even that highlights the real difficulty of a Swap AU for this though: You are telling a fundamentally different story. Also, I want to recognize that Marcy does have stuff you can do with her in the other settings but as she doesn't really undergo an arc, her character's importance is mostly about her pre-Amphibia actions and then making Andrias sad in S3, where she ended up mattered a lot less than either of the other two. It's not entirely unimportant, as I think I've shown by the fact that they do lose out on crucial knowledge with the other two, but it means that specifically her story changes less if elsewhere.
And I actually went a lot harder on this then I expected so send another ask about Grime. Sorry. ^^; I do actually try to keep these to a reasonable length though it's absolutely up to you if you believe me on that or not. But since this is just about Swap AUs, let me give Marcy some proper love because I've been so harsh on her position in Amphibia so often.
Marcy is honestly the most FUN of the options for a Swap AU kind of because she's just a really fun and sweet character so how that gets shifted by the two environments is actually ripe with potential. As an example: Her awkwardness could make her not as easily go save Sprig, or do it from afar like a guardian, so now she doesn't live with the Plantars. If she becomes a legend though, living in the woods, she might bump into other frogs on accident (she is clumsy after all) and potentially that leads to her and Maddie meeting and living together. Then you have a Marcy who spends a while properly learning magic and becoming a witch. Or she DOES live with the Plantars and learns to be genuinely more at ease with herself as they show more interest in her stuff, partially because it's on technology even if it's less unique that Suspicion Island due to them living in a fantasy world. She could also help regulate the farm with irrigation systems, automated sprinklers, etc. like that and that leads to her own way of culture clash with the town. Essentially an expansion of New Wartwood. She also has enough enthusiasm that she could still interact with the rest of the town even if it's mostly to gush and then run away which probably still admittedly leads to Maddie being effectively her Sprig.
The big thing Wartwood might lead to is her being honest much faster when she finally meets the other two. Simple folk with simple morals. That's... Less true with Grime. See, Sasha is a good lieutenant and a good fighter but we never actually get the feeling that she surpassed Grime in any way but charisma and eventually the two would trade back and forth on that depending on how much Sasha cared. Marcy presents a much more unique issue for a toad like him: If you are capable of such incredible weaponry, why do you act like some dog to masters above you? He was a gladiator at one point after all and seeing her power be wasted for those above her isn't something he actually likes. She has potential, unlike the rest of his toads.
It's a version of Marcy who grows to not be harmed by those memories of Sasha and Anne rejecting her interests... but angry. Toads who wear the villain's attire from her favorite movie. Machines that can be brought together only by the creativity of youth and the mad science of another world. All while she's still being manipulated by Grime, who cares about her more than Andrias does but sees the potential in her weaponry but then eventually has to realize that this is a girl who should never have had her pain stoked to anger because when will she stop looking for the love, support and understanding that she now thinks her friends never gave her. That make coming here in its entirety pointless since being with them was the major driver.
That's what's nice about Sasha's villainy after all. Because she's PLAYING hero, she might be motivated but it's actually mostly impersonal which is part of why she grows bored during True Colors. She never planned to rule this world until it was the best way to get back at Anne. Now that she has, she has no motivation. Marcy would theoretically NEVER run out of motivation though because once she started indulging in those dark thoughts that say she must get revenge for every time she was disregarded... When does that stop?
Which IS a compelling story but like... Sasha and Anne don't actually oppose Marcy properly then either because they don't grow into people who properly care about her. Who would read her webcomic, think about her movie, etc. like that. So now only one third of the trio has a really interesting arc and the like and... Well, while I might argue only 2/3s in the main show are like that, at least Marcy's effect on Andrias does help make him a more compelling villain and that is the argument for 3/3.
And I don't really think there's a way to do that if you do a proper Swap AU of all three swapping with each other. MAYBE Sasha and Marcy swapping, with Sasha's plot going like I described, and so Marcy takes the role of more active antagonist and Sasha gets to be a genuinely better, scared person but that still means discarding Newtopia almost entirely as a setting outside of the Newts declaring all out war on the toads.
As I said earlier: The balance of Amphibia is IMPRESSIVE. The choices are very clearly considered and the outcome is incredible. Messing with any major element of the show is going to mean cascading effects across the whole thing because despite distance between each of the trio, who they are genuinely effects what those locations are doing and preparing for and so you can't just swap them out. It's not truly compartmentalized like TOH's three sections of concept are.
So GOOD LUCK if you do try to go for it.
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Broadcast #03 - Greenhouse - WZRD Verdigris Radio
In the heart of the Corroded faction, an enigmatic man, better known as the Wizard, releases his first radio broadcast to the world. We hope you’ll become a listener.
This week’s song is “Way It Goes” by Hippocampus
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WZRD Verdigris Radio is written, produced, and edited by @theecryptiid.
The Wizard is voiced by Cass theecryptiid.
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Good afternoon radio space! I’m happy to say that Verdigris is buzzing with more activity than ever. Seems the new folks have settled in well, and spread across this desert like far flung buzzards.
I’ve been trying to find ways to occupy my creativity recently, though I’ve got this station now, most of my time is either spent in the booth or flipping through records to try and find the perfect song to reach the smallest corners of the server. [sighs], Honestly all the down time’s got me flipping through old photo albums, both from the previous world and the ones I managed to grab and shove into my ender chest when I was leaving the Academy all those years ago. Because it’s so dry here, nothing much green grows besides cactus, and I honestly miss walking through the lush gardens of the Academy greenhouses, and especially my old garden in the past world.
I think I need to bring a bit more greenery to this desert, maybe call on some of the Fungus folks for help, in setting up a sprawling’ greenhouse to lay somewhere along the lines of this here town.
Apparently, flung way far out into the dark reaches of this world, are some new creatures that could help bring some strange new plants to us. Our explorers have told me they haven’t pinpointed the exact location to find them yet, but that they’ll find it hopefully soon. I feel like it’s been such a long time since I’ve really tried anything new. You might lean back and question this, seeing as I’ve just started this station and all, but back when I was a scholar, I used to run a radio station for one of the Universities. Playing music and such, trying to impress someone who was much more into radio than I was.
[clears throat]. I’ve found that it’s good to try something new every once and a while, doing a new hobby will keep your mind from souring too much. It’ll keep you dreaming’ of new things, keep your mind spinning, and wipe away the cobwebs. I’m thinking pottery, I do live in a mesa after all, there is an abundance of clay and terracotta to use here. I’ve got a book somewhere tucked away on how to do it, that or I can definitely find one in the Verde Cock Library. There’s a building down on the pier that would be perfect as a clay studio, I’ll just have to build some kilns and set up some tables and wheels for throwing. I’ll have some wares to sell in no time.
Alright, Verdigris Radio is sponsored this week by the Malfaction, wonderful! Are you stuck in your boring faction territory? Drowning in depression? Want to have some fun? Visit the Malfaction, browse shops, adopt from an animal shelter, and get hammered while watching our glorious dictator [clears throat], “fuck it up” on the stripper pole. You can even get baptized, now doesn’t that sound enriching? Note: Ollie specifically cannot get baptized because I don’t want his ass to ascend. Alright, thank you Ceph, and thank you to the Malfaction for your support.
Besides all that, it’s been quiet out in the far reaches. Too quiet. I think the other factions are up to something, maybe I’ll take a trip out to Wisteria tomorrow afternoon and catch up with Flick. Oh and I promised Doc we'd have tea a while back, but I think he’s been down in his lab for a while, I should send him a letter and make good on that.
I’ve got this week’s song cued up and ready, but before I sign off, I just wanted to let you all know I’ve found a way to take calls and questions! If you’ve got any of those, just send them to our mailbox, and I’ll be sure to answer them. Enjoy the tunes!
#untitled smp#untitled lore#the wizard#the wizard's broadcasts#cass#theecryptiid#theecryptiid was killed by magic
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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. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️
Friends, if I send you this but you already answered it, please forgive me; now that the icons are gone, I have no idea who has posted what anymore thanks tumblr.
Anyway anon, thank you so much for the chance to talk about some of my favorite stories!
Star Wars VII: The Dark Reborn — this is literally the best thing I have ever written, I love it so much. I could not adore this story more. I genuinely want to get it made into a paperback and just like. hand it to people or stash it in those little free libraries, I don't know. It's the best damn thing. I'm so happy with it, I love it, I can't even articulate how happy this story makes me, seriously. I should really get back to work on the sequel shhhh.
Five Times Gimli Died (And One Time He Didn't) — this is probably my "objectively best" LotR fic, and I love it for that. I also love it because it was a stretch from my usual sort of thing, and I really love it because it pushes my "mortals don't die in Aman unless/until they decide they want to" headcanon, and thus furthers my "Gimleaf Has The Happiest Ending Of Anyone In Middle-earth And That Was On Purpose" agenda. Also I just really love writing from Gimli's POV, he's such a delight. No wonder everyone who meets him adores him.
To Live In Undying Lands — this story is my current fixation. I was really tempted to put the Zombie Story here instead, but ultimately I decided that at this moment, I actually like this one more. It's another one that's a bit of a stretch for me (I don't generally write "ongoing snippets" without an over-arching plot, and I definitely don't often write stuff that's this domestic) but so far it's been really satisfying. I'm worried that I'm on the brink of running out of steam on it, but I hope I'm not because I really do adore both the concept and the results, and I have a lot more ideas I'd like to do for it if I can keep the motivation/focus engaged!
Twin Faces Of Destruction — I love Boba Fett. I love Boba Fett. The original flavor, "he's no good to me dead," "this is my face," "as you wish" cold heartless hunter Boba Fett, the one who never takes off his helmet and has no interest in anything beyond the job and will walk straight through an Imperial Garrison to get his quarry if he has to. The one who donates money to orphanages (it's canon! wtf!!!). The one who will betray every single partner he's ever had, but who still showed-up to be best man at Dengar's wedding because he doesn't go back on a deal. The one who has literally one moral code, and that is "do the job." No matter what that means. And the honorable helmetless dad-guy we got in the tv show is...not that. Frankly, neither is a lot of the post-AOTC stuff with him. But one of the joys of a bounty hunter who never shows his face and has a lots of other folks out there who have that same face is that it's real easy to find ways to reconcile things like that...and even pay homage to canon (Ailyn Vel! Jodo Kast! Spar/Alpha-Ø2!) in the doing. So this story? This story is just fucking fun.
The Story of Kijimi — there's honestly not much to this one, but I like it more than it probably merits just because I really love paving canon plot-holes, and the "we've made Poe a Spice Smuggler Out Of Nowhere Even Though It Contradicts Our Own Existing Canon Because He's Clearly The Han Solo Of The New Trio, Because We're Stupid And Don't Know How Star Wars Works!" bullshit from TROS is just...so fucking soul-killing and racist and unnecessary. So here's the real story behind that. You're welcome.
#my writing#lotr fanfiction#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#i probably should have included the Gimli Dark Lord Of Erebor AU fic too#because i do fucking adore that one#but honestly i just felt bad linking to that one while i know it's currently stuck in simmer-state-hiatus#so i dropped in a little ''fuck you rian and jj'' star wars sequel fic instead lmao#gimli#legolas#boba fett#poe dameron#leia organa#revan#five favorite fics
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I've just got to vent.
When we were in a situation to help others, we did so nearly every chance we got, and felt guilty that we couldn't do more. We took in folks who had no other place to stay. We donated baby supplies. We gave as much money as we could spare to folks in need, whether in person or via fundraisers.
But now, WE'RE the ones in need. When we're already reduced to asking on the internet for help because we're stuck in a legal and medical nightmare overseas with our daughter, and are STILL thousands short of what we need, it takes a lot of damn gall to DM us over and over, pleading for what we don't have, when we've already explained the situation at length, and have repeatedly said we literally CANNOT spare the money.
Asking for help is fine. But no means no; not "hound me in my DMs to try to talk me into prioritizing you over my own daughter." Hell, as desperate as we are, we don't even DM people demanding help--just post and hope.
Do they think we're crowdfunding for fun? As a hobby? Do they not understand that we're desperately trying to fix our daughter's situation, and keep me alive for her?
I mean, look, I have always helped whomever I could whenever I could, but right now I CAN'T. No matter how much I sympathize with your situation, repeatedly begging me and giilt-tripping me for WEEKS to try to get me to prioritize you over my actual daughter and my needed medication after I've already said I can't help you is just going to get you blocked.
My daughter is more important to me than anyone else in the world. I won't apologize for that. And we are literally thousands short of what it's going to take to fix all of this, so we CANNOT "just send a hundred dollars or so" to every random internet stranger who thinks we should put them ahead of our daughter.
And again, this is REPEATED HOUNDING I'm talking about. People who refuse to respect that we simply can't help them right now.
Like, fuck, man, it's not that we don't WANT to help; it's that we literally CANNOT right now. And I'm amazed at the gall of people who think that even though we're still thousands short of what we need, we should hand over funds others have donated to help our daughter and to keep me alive. We are literally fighting to not be forced to abandon our daughter overseas, and are treating multiple life-threatening conditions I have now thanks to long covid.
But MULTIPLE PEOPLE seem to think I should put them ahead of my daughter and my ability to stay alive?
No. Fuck off.
(If you're new and don't know our situation, see my pinned post.)
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Drawing Fake Peppino is hard, even though I like working on that kind of maddening shit… weird and creepy things have always been fav, but I’ll save it for tomorrow and answer a few questions received again over the past few days with warm up sketches. I don’t do these all the time, but there’s only three of them so it was simple to make the practice about responses. Again, I am extremely humbled (thank you), but glad people are amused enough to drive Palmira apeshit (and embarrass her, you know who you are) with nutty questions. I don’t answer them individually, it’s just easier to answer questions like this. Due to the insistent suggestion from a best friend, I’ll keep these in the main tag to ensure whoever asked sees the response.
I need to post some actual fanart, not just OC stuff because that gets drab.
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“What’s her apartment like? Like, her room really, can we see it? It usually has things about someone’s personality.”
“Mmm… I mean, sure.”
“It ain’t nothing fancy, just small and weird, really…”
Though depressed and torn between being lonely and relishing time to herself, she’s young at heart and dismisses the bitter folk who insist she “grow up”. Her walls are covered in posters of her favorite media, character masks, weapon replicas, fish and cat things. She’s mature, and fun.
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“It’s like a broken record at this point but I really like this character, she’s actually really friggin’ cute adjshgkf… Do you have anything of her wearing different clothes or can you whip something up? Can I ask why she’s depressed too?”
“Hiya there, Sugarpeas!” (Associating with Branzino’s cat— more than the people —during a party he’s throwing, she and the rest of the staff were invited)
No, I didn’t have anything else with her wearing different stuff so here’s her in a lime green and cream dotty party dress, she’s not afraid to wear bold and cute patterns on somewhat loose or flowing clothes. Thank you for liking her, too. She’s obviously a bit of a thicc & big-hipped bean (artist is a chubster too), and she’s depressed because she bore the brunt of bad, demeaning neglect by jealous garbage parents for a lot of years.
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“I’m gonna come clean! Super nervous about sending this but fuck it I kinda wanna see her being cute and vibing with Peppino because it’s a TEENY WEENY guilty pleasure ship of mine lately! ;_; Lemme explain!! I just think because the favorite pizza man is a nervous best boy and you said she’s supporting and likes hugs it’d be super cute because I see her trying to reassure him and help make pizza , I hope I didn’t make you mad, sorrrrryyyy!!!!!”
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“FUCK ME RUNNIN’— BACKWARDS— Don’t insult the man!”
Nope! I’m not mad, after being shocked for 20 seconds, I nearly pissed myself laughing. Thank you so much for that though, needed it. I’m not mad but she certainly thinks you are for insinuating such a thing! Here, blursed with a neon pink face and overwhelming embarrassment, she would think anybody nutty enough to try flirting with her can definitely do better (she considers herself outta the ¢.50 tub) and she doesn’t even know him, it would take some persistence to convince her to give it a try. She’s also an amateur when it comes to making pizza, but a wiz with pasta, bread, and seafood. She can make pizza and does so on her own but the crust is hit-or-miss sometimes, though toppings and flavor are darn near on-spot. She experiments but can’t dedicate a lot of time because of work, so she’d be eager to learn.
These were a good warm up practice for some actual PT fanart, and not just OC scribbles. When I’m not braindead I’ll work on my piece with Fake Peppino tomorrow. Ciao!
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Heya! It’s been a while. I’ve been busy with college stuff lately but when I saw your stuff re-appear on my dash I felt compelled to send an encouraging message. Your stuff has always been so very good, especially with all the analyses and deep-dives into the themes since it not only deepened my appreciation of Knightfall as a ship but for RWBY as a whole. I always felt like one of a very small number of loners in the community who seriously shipped Jaune and Cinder together, so it’s really encouraging to know someone like you can make something so grand and popular about it. Please keep up the good work, I’m really hoping you continue doing this for a long time.
On another note, I think you also mentioned a few times that you also shipped Reylo? To be honest I was always iffy about that as a ship, but when I kind of off-set the ship + characters themselves from the movies (which is helpful because I never actually watched Movie 9 b/c of how everyone harps on it), I actually think I like it as well. You mentioning it plus how so many other folk I’ve seen analyze Star Wars to help support and deepen it like you do with Knightfall really makes me feel part of a wider community, so thanks for that!
Hi, it's great to hear from you again. I hope college is going well for you! Feel free to drop by on Tumblr whenever. Thank you for your ask, I'm sorry I didn't respond yesterday, I got hit by a migraine and checked out for the rest of the night.
I'm glad my blog can be a source of support like that. (: That's the most important thing! I mean I knew of only very few blogs on Tumblr that were seriously into it, because it sort of depends what one means by 'shipping', and I am usually a canonshipper. I don't like blogs that post shortfics or scenarios or roleplaying or any of that stuff more common with R/WBY ships on Tumblr, I am generally someone who wants to discuss canon or post longer fics to AO3. I make memes because I think they're silly fun and I like having silly fun, but that's just the logical consequence of discussing things seriously, you need a bit of lighthearted stuff sometimes lol.
I would really like to keep doing this too, so thank you for saying so. Honestly, I think that were I less invested in Knightfall, I probably wouldn't bother anymore because in terms of fandom behaviour and sensibilities, I have had a lot of fucking weird comments on my fic that just speak to a lack of respect and kindness extended towards fic authors, I have had a sizeable amount of rude anons (though I do get a lot of good ones, that's why anon is still turned on) - and at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how much you toughen yourself up, if you look at your kudos:views ratio and compare it to other fandoms and curl up into a ball and cry because it hurts, is it worth it? Numbers shouldn't matter, but I'm only doing this because I like Jaune/Cinder that much. That much. THAT MUCH. I don't have any obligation to write or share fic otherwise.
So, er, yeah, I don't know where I'd draw the line, but for me it's the ship that matters more than anything. That's the bit I care about. I like writing my silly little fanfic. I don't really know if a 'community' exists for Knightfall as such (correction: it may well exist, but I'm very solitary); I'm not even sure if I'd call myself popular? It certainly doesn't feel like it. I guess I have pretty low self-esteem so I don't assume that I'm special or anything, but it feels like I have to - constantly try to earn my place, I suppose. I feel like I'm barely tolerated. Lol. Like I post a fic and I'm just waiting for someone to tell me, 'Oh, good enough, I suppose, but I don't like the rest,' and it really hurts. It just feels like losing. I only feel satisfaction when I'm in the middle of writing something and when I finish. This is a R/WBY fandom problem, by the way, I could be anywhere else and probably not encounter this.
That is to say, on the upside, the fact I'm still here now means I intend to keep going. I try to see silver-linings and be grateful for what I've got.
I do want to emphasise it's really nice that it makes you feel less alone and gives you more of a community space so that's really special.
On another note, I think you also mentioned a few times that you also shipped Reylo?
It's funny you mention Reylo because I veryyyyy vividly remember a Knightfall blog mentioning a fear that Knightfall would attract Reylo shippers and then I never interacted with them ever again. This is a while ago (like over two years ago lol) but it really put me off. I suppose quality over quantity of fans - there are... so many Reylos who can fabricate communities out of nothing lol - but I'll take my toys and go home in that case.
But also lol, wow, Reylo has been like my entire online identity since TFA. I only don't mention it that much because I wanted the space wizards to have fat Jedi babies together and I get sad thinking about it and because going to new fandoms being a Reylo means you have to put up with people taking you to task over Reylo. Small fry, I suppose, but again: I'll take my toys and go home.
I do think Reylo is/was the best fandom I've ever been in though, including some of the most masterful analyses I've ever read in any fandom. I can't link skysilencer since she got run off Tumblr by antis, but anything by Ohtze is a very good read, and going through corseque's Reylo tag is a very fun time as well as that one reincarnation theory - which by virtue would lead you to the Wayward Jedi, who after he went through some troubles, has actually reuploaded or unhidden all of his original Anidala/Reylo videos on YouTube - and I'm really only scratching the surface here. In fact, last night I was rereading Ohtze's the Usurper and the Holy Mother meta.
So I miss the TLJ era, what can I say. I would have to say that in terms of Reylo characterisation, because I began to lurk reading Ohtze's metas right after TFA and then rediscovered corseque's blog (I initially found hers through her wonderful Zelgan fanart lol), my perception of Reylo was a little different to some of the Dark Fuck Prince characterisation which pervaded the ship. So where you come from and what blogs you follow certainly matters and changes your perception of things.
I'm not sure about Tumblr anymore but the Reylo community is still very active on Twitter.
What I think is interesting about Reylo is that very conscious Jungian storytelling was used in TLJ. So it's relevant to use as a recent reference and to demonstrate what that kind of thing can look like. I recommend wit_and_folly for her early videos on Reylo and the monomyth - more specifically, the Heroine's Journey. I think she has a lot of interesting things to say, and is one of very few video essayists I can actually stand.
There's a very specific kind of enemies-to-lovers that I'm into, and Reylo and Knightfall are the two who pretty much hit the spot. I haven't really found any other ship that hits the same mythic beats or characterisation of the baddie and hero or has the same kind of narrative stakes. So tracing the similarities is always interesting to me.
I haven't tried to preach about Knightfall, I have mostly just tried to share my thoughts on the matter, and if that makes people interested or makes them feel seen then that's all I would want. It is a bit hard sometimes though. Very few reblog my posts, I get some likes here and there and I'm thankful for that, and that's just part of a broader shift of the website - but on my end I don't really know that it stands for much?
I think that's why I'm so confused about people being offended by me or Knightfall because there is seriously no threat here. All other Jaune and Cinder ships have their own juggernaut positions in the fandom. I'm one fucking person. A... a... a onewomancitadel, if you will.
I didn't know that username would become so apt lolol.
I'm sorry to be so down in this response. Ultimately, I think being committed to an idea is the thing that matters to me, that's why I write and that's why I post on my silly little blog. There's a certain security in that as well, and I think that sincerity - sincere care for an idea, for a ship, for a fic, for a silly meme - is the bit that matters, and certainly matters the most to me, and should be able to stand on its own.
Hope you have a good weekend and good luck once again with college. <3
#seraphina's asks#user: technonecromancerderaxus#whingeing and whining and moaning#sorry it really is one of those posts lol
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