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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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Pt 0 good omens i make predictions for season 3 after watching three episodes of S1

[WARNING THESE PROPHECIES ARE BY THE GOOD OMENS MASCOT AND KNOWN MESSENGER OF APOLLO AND SO CLEARLY 100% LEGIT STAY IF YOU DARE *OMINOUS TREMBLING*]

First, because I am a messenger of Apollo, I am compelled to write cryptic verse before I explain it to you, so take what the Voice of Delphi speaks to me:

When the anticipated arrives

An embrace is born, the love shall thrive

The angel will repay his demon's kiss

A bird will sing, a child will be missed

Heaven recedes like an evening tide

Led with pen by a wordsmith-guide

The home on earth more holy than above

Pain will strike, the panacea is love.

Now, because we are not in ancient Greece and I am not as cruel as you, I will explain as best as I can. You wanted to know if we will find salvation in season 3. Like Edgar Allan Poe, you asked me, is there, is there balm in Gilead (season 3)? Unlike the raven I will not say nevermore, but here:

We all know Crowley and Aziraphale will get together, but I'd advise you that the smell of angst is in the air. I say this as both prophet and writer, but for the story to end happily and still keep us suckers glued, it will drag Aziraphale and Crowley through the dirt to get there. You will get the happy ending, but at an emotional price that even season 2 did not prepare you for.

The fucking apocalypse plotline is going sneak in again, I smell it like ice on mountain air and fungus in a moist cave. Mostly the fungus metaphor.

Aziraphale will kiss Crowley first in this season. It is only fair.

There will be a hug. An Aziraphale-Crowley hug. Who hugs whom? Delphi has not spoken to me of that in detail, but a wee little nightingale told me it is a possibility they will both fall into the hug and we will know they needed it like they needed breathing and it wasn't planned but it was inevitable. The whole fandom can then sleep again.

I expect at least two more ineffable husbands breakups. But you guys survived season 2 (I haven't yet. If I die, can someone reblog this with 'he told us so!' when season 3 finally comes out?) so I have faith in you, war veterans.

Crowley will know, finally, that he is more than forgiven. He is loved. Aziraphale will know, finally, that the real heaven was the home he found with Crowley. Heaven and god will retreat. It's okay, guys, it'll take time but it will happen.

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felixdragonheartofficial · 3 months

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TFA TEAM PRIME HUMAN REDESIGNS FINALLY

FUCK

+headcannons

Optimus: gotta stay focused

looks too old compared to his bot form.

I find it impossible for Optimus to be more than a million years old in this canon. In the least, he's older than 1000 years and since we have mfs that are canonically over 70 million years old(fagatron iykyk) compared to that, he feels like a dude in his early-to-mid-30's being the group parent.

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-I made him more youthful, gave him curly hair, and tailored his clothing to actually look like his bot form.

-workaholic

-on the cusp of barley being able to hold his liquor

-doesn't own a pair of pajamas until Sari gets some for him

-usually forgets to put them on, but appreciates the gesture

-stays active for like, 3 days until he can't fight off sleep with work brain anymore, and unceremoniously passes out on the couch to sleep for a full 24 hours

-ratchet sighs and puts a blanket over him as per routine

-frequently checks security feed

-elf on the shelf despiser

-early morning talks with jazz and ratchet over coffee (they all wake up at 6 am)

-half thrives on caffeine and a vigorous training protocol

-is a dog person, loves German shepherds to death

David sama, pls forgive me ily very much

Ratchet: to old for this nonsense

doesn't match his body type in the slightest.

Ratchet is really old, he's got a sallow face and a gramp gut, how dare they square him. He's wayyy too angular and peachy looking.

-I gave him his luscious curves back, adding all the equipment id expect a field medic to have because he is a field medic, not a regular doctor. I changed his facial proportions, and also made his face gaunt, for that dead inside PTSD look.

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-drinks his coffee black with brown sugar, literally drinks it piping hot

-is one of those old people who complains about noise

-confiscates bumblebee and Sari's toy cars, and puts them in a high up cabinet

-neither of them know how to bypass the child safety lock lmao

-casual clothes includes a lot- a l o t of plaid shirts, and 10 pairs of the same blue jeans

-tunes out bulkhead and prowls convos about birdwatching

-big fan of political satire dramas

-Sentinel doesn't approve

-Ratchet doesn't give a rats ass about what he thinks of course

Bumblebee: professional smart-ass

doesn't match his body type/age.

Bumblebees holoform is presented as a 10-12 year old child specifically for the fact that he's short, and the comedic relief. Total ass

I set his human age as 19-20 years old, making him more of a big brother to sari because that og model is disappointingly lackluster

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-Bumblebee is a scrappy wisecracking punk, like an adhd kid who just got roller skates for Christmas.

-since he doesn't have wheels, I feel like he'd wear skates instead to emulate the feeling

-terrible at watching where he's going cuz he's too busy trying to show off, so ratchet makes him wear all that padding + training wheels

-legit despises the padding and training wheels

-Jealous of Blurr for mastering roller blades lmao.

-his favorite games are choose your fighter and fps

-saw ONE ancient ass assassins creed playthrough and begged ratchet to install hidden tasers in his arm bands (was denied)

-Sari used her key to do it instead

-self appointed "rizzler"

-Optimus has zero idea of what that means and thinks it's code for something dubious

-Ratchet knows what it means and thinks it's silly

-"I' was something of a rizzler myself back in my day, kid"

-bumblebee cringes

-loves summer and swimming

-wants to be the fastest thing in the sea because y'know, it's bumblebee

-is spooked from the beach for awhile cuz he saw sharks in Prowls nature documentary

-there are infact, no sharks in lake Erie

Bulkhead: big guy, bigger heart

doesn't match his body type/aspirations.

Jesus fuck he's so wide?? And his belly migrated to his shoulders?? I'm gonna be honest, I really hate this design. I feel like it contributed to the "brute strength = stupid" take that most in the fandom associates with him.

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-Bulkhead is a SWEET. CARING. NERD YOU FOOLS. He's like the male version of a tall goth gf-

-a tall-nerdy-farm hand-physics bf, You got me fucked up.

-Its already shown that bulkhead really likes art in Addition to creating it. He hates being only seen as the "muscle" so it wouldn't make sense for him to lean into that.

-bunny slippers that him and sari made together(she provided the buttons)

-the slippers go missing sometimes (basically considered community property unless he's wearing them)

(ratchet and prowl are the main offenders)

-frequent art museum goer

-really likes watching cooking shows, but is too shy to make food himself

-Owns a ton of star maps

-Really wants a treehouse that he, bumblebee and sari can hang out in

-pillowfort enjoyer

-casually reads quantum physics at the beach

Prowl: draft dodger

Doesn't look like him at all.

Prowls holoform being a mustachioed,white, police officer was an actual jumpscare for 7 y/o me, I kid you not

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- I know this bitch would not wear a helmet (you can't force him to) que windswept hair

-Not as much as starscreams, for obvious reasons but yk

-prowl is like one of those "shoes are a prison for your feet"

-emo hipster

-has a pet cactus named "planty"

-bumblebee heckles him for it

-can and has brought his cactus with him on early evening motorcycle rides

-the helmet is reserved for his cactus, bring your own >:(

-salad consumer

-him and jazz share custody of the cactus

-repeat victim of the cat distribution system

-ratchet has probably spent hours telling him they can't keep any animals at base

-frequent midnight picnics with jazz

-and beachcombing

-and roaming around antique stores cuz jazz wants to know what vinyl records are

-got a mug with an attempted pink chibi cat with big round shiny eyes painted onto it, courtesy of bulkhead trying to find an artsyle

-cherishes this mug to death

-has a shrine dedicated to it

#tfa #decepticons #autobots #tfa headcanons #tfa optimus prime #tfa bulkhead #tfa bumblebee #tfa ratchet #tfa prowl #AUUUUUUGH #im gonna have a pole #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #prowl #ratchet #tfa sari #sari sumdac #sari mention

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sculkapologist · 7 months

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Was suddenly possessed with the desire for a lil set of profiles for everyone in the Corrupted World minecraft AU!! you can probably tell by their names that these guys started life in the Bendy fandom, but then we got really carried away with MINECRAFT LORE...

the Basic Premise of Corrupted World AU is that when a bit of code gets corrupted, or degrades over time, the world replaces that code with something similar -- a corrupted bit of grassland will be overwritten by the code of nearby grassland. This works fine for most things, but there's nothing else like a Player in the world of Minecraft.................... these little bits of encroaching mob data have been mostly benign, until Joey's curiosity stretches the world to its limits, and the world's corruption becomes more aggressive.

Some basic notes on everyone under the cut!

Jack is an old player whose code changed so slowly that he honestly can't remember a time when he wasn't a little sheepy. A peaceful, friendly guy who loves to explore and makes contacts wherever he goes -- moving from village to village, build to build, to bring items he's found in his travels to trade and sell, sounding his own broken goat horn to announce his wares. Thanks to Jack, the world's far-flung players might be able to start to connect again...

(design by Mochi and Shazz, character by Mochi)

Sammy is a grumpy and strangely cautious player who keeps to himself ever since he escaped from an Ancient City..... changed. He was once an adventurous builder with an exacting sense of aesthetics, but now he's just trying to survive quietly with his sheep. Afflicted with painfully sensitive hearing and infected with sculk, he hides in an underground, wool-insulated home out in the hills and lives the most pacifist life he can manage, avoiding any death that could spread the sculk in his body.

(design and character by Shazz (me!))

Henry was always driven to look out for others, and when he died defending a village from attack, the grateful villagers helped to revive him the only way they knew how. He kind of wishes they'd just let him respawn... not realising some glitching armour had scrambled his health too badly to come back normally. In any case, Henry's gotten attached to the village... becoming more protective of the people there... almost unwilling to leave.

(design by Maf and Shazz, character by Maf)

A bit of a loner with a strange sense of humour, Norman often lingered near the ocean and didn't notice the little changes like not needing air when his water-breathing potions should've run out... until the corruption of his code made it sort of impossible for him to return to land. That's alright; he's perfectly happy to hassle the others when they wander into his territory.

(design by Shazz and Boo, character by Thren)

Wickedly clever with a knack for experimentation, Susie was left stranded in the Nether a long time ago and was determined to thrive even in that hellish domain -- and thrive she did. Now she's gotten a bit of reputation even on the Overworld, both for a mastery of potions and magic, and a cruel willingness to take what she wants.

(design by Boo and Thren, character by Thren)

Ever since Joey defeated the Ender Dragon and heard that conversation between two mysterious voices, he hasn't been able to let go of the idea that there is something more beyond this world of blocks and code -- but this charismatic dreamer has been prying at the world's secrets well before that. He convinced Susie to join him as the first to explore the Nether, talked Sammy into delving into an Ancient City with him, and tried to get Henry to join him in his quest for the End, gifting him code-modified armour that was better than anything his old friend could get. For some reason, though, they all lost contact, and Joey found himself alone in the End, where more code experiments in a land where only one mob is really prevalent had... an effect on him....

(design and character by Boo)

Pete isn't a player at all, he's a villager... but one day he found himself outside of his village, suddenly realised how big the world is, and couldn't resist the urge to explore. He's close with Jack, and has joined up with him on some expeditions to aid his own work as a cartographer. Without the ability to respawn, though, it's significantly more dangerous for him, and the two of them MAY have poked into some evoker magic looking for an alternative...

(design and character by Thren and Mochi)

Linda is deeply interested in the world's history, curious what sort of people or ancient players must've once populated the ruins, and she's also an experienced crafter with a penchant for metalworking. While the world of Minecraft has no real concept of monogamous relationships, she's settled with Henry as her one-and-only... which works out now that he's partially made of metal. Linda hadn't experienced any code corruption until data replacement became more aggressive, and it's still subtle for now. But it's handy to be able to touch things that are burning hot without taking damage!

(design by Shazz, character by Thren and Maf)

Fixing Sammy should be easy enough, Joey thought. Some of his data was corrupted by sculk -- if they can find that lost data in the code somewhere, it just needs to be reintegrated with Sammy. Attach it to an eye of ender, replace one of Sammy's eyes with the eye of ender -- simple! A complete Sammy! ...the lost data itself had other ideas. This strange construct that collected around the eye Joey provided is a mix of Sammy's lost data, garbled junk data, and -- he claims -- the remnants of an Ancient Player from the days when end cities were populated, before everything went so wrong and Minecraft's world became so lonely. His speech is glitchy and garbled, struggling to describe a Game and Code and a True Player that he believes must reset a world that has been "running too long." In lieu of a username, this apocalyptic anomaly goes by "the Prophet".

(design and character by Shazz)

#corrupted world au #minecraft au #block game art tag #minecraft #minecraft oc #trader jack #sculk sammy #iron henry #ender joey #guardian norman #ghast susie #villager pete #blaze linda #masked prophet

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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Protective Alec and Jane X sibling! reader

In Jane and Alec’s past they were known for being witches, especially their youngest the reader.

And so when the three siblings were about to die in the fire that was controlled my a mob, they all got turned to vampires thanks to Aro who they met not to long ago.

And now they are all grown up and the twins have decided to not let the reader join the twins on missions and instead stay close to the kings.(who the reader is really close with especially Markus).

One day one of the workers tried to flirt with the reader, let’s just say the flirt is locked up in a cell with a crime that wasn’t even theirs, all thanks to the twins (they were told about the flirt from Felix) and a little help from the Volturi kings, especially Markus.

❝tho shall not flirt with our sister❞

✭ pairing : alec volturi x reader x jane volturi

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : when they were still human the twins alec and jane , along with their sibling (y/n) were accused of being witches. Saved by aro and turnt into vampires they got their revenge, well at least the twins did, (y/n) has always been the softer sibling. Now centuries later, the twins are triggered again when some low level guard decides to flirt with their soft hearted sister

✭ authors note : I did it, I got through so many requests that now I have only this one and 1 left 😭💕

✭ twilight masterlist 2

The year was 1692, and the town of Salem was gripped by fear. Accusations of witchcraft were spreading like wildfire, and no one was safe from suspicion, not even the innocent. In a quaint cottage on the outskirts of town lived three siblings, Jane, Alec, and (Y/N), each unaware of the darkness that loomed over them.

Jane, the eldest, had fiery red hair that matched her spirited personality. She was fiercely protective of her younger siblings and had a sharp wit that often got her into trouble. Alec, the middle child, was known for his silver tongue and charm. He could persuade anyone to see things his way, but he was also mischievous, always getting into schemes with Jane.

(Y/N), the youngest, was a quiet soul, preferring books and solitude to the raucous adventures of her older siblings. Her ebony hair framed her gentle face, and her eyes held a wisdom beyond her years. She was the innocent heart among them, a fact that would become all too apparent.

One fateful day, the townsfolk gathered in the town square, torches in hand, and rage in their eyes. Accusations of witchcraft had fallen upon the three siblings. It was a witch hunt, and the siblings were their prey. They were dragged before the tribunal, where false accusations and wild claims were hurled at them.

As the flames of the stake crackled and the crowd chanted for their demise, the siblings clung to each other, their fear palpable. But then, in the shadows, two figures emerged – Aro and Marcus. Aro, with his piercing eyes and magnetic presence, commanded attention. Marcus, though quieter, exuded an air of authority and protection.

In that dire moment, Aro and Marcus revealed their true nature, vampires of an ancient coven. Aro turned his crimson eyes toward Jane and Alec, seeing in them the potential for power and cunning that would serve their coven well. With a swift motion, he changed them into vampires, sparing them from the fiery fate that awaited.

But when Marcus gazed upon (Y/N), he saw something different. He saw her innocence, her purity of heart. He couldn't bear to condemn her to a life of darkness. Instead, he turned her, saving her from the flames but also from the bloodlust that consumed her siblings.

Centuries passed, and the siblings walked separate paths. Jane and Alec thrived under Aro's guidance, embracing their vampiric nature and exacting their revenge on the descendants of those who had accused them. They saw Aro not only as their sire but as their king, master, and father figure.

(Y/N), on the other hand, remained close to Marcus, the father figure who had saved her from damnation. She struggled to reconcile her human kindness with her vampiric nature, seeking solace in Marcus's wisdom and guidance. As the years went by, she found purpose in helping others, using her powers to protect the innocent rather than harm them.

In the shadows of the vampire world, the siblings' destinies were entwined, but their choices and loyalties diverged, leaving them forever bound by the secrets of their past and the dark legacy of Salem.

In the dimly lit chambers of the Volturi castle, Jane and Alec stood before Aro, their crimson eyes gleaming with an intensity that only immortality could bring. They were discussing a matter close to their undead hearts, a matter that involved their beloved sibling, (Y/N).

"Aro," Jane began, her voice like silk over a blade, "we need to talk about (Y/N)."

Aro regarded them with curiosity, his ancient mind always eager for intrigue. "Ah, my dear children, what troubles you concerning your sister?"

Alec stepped forward, his demeanor as cool as ice. "It's her nature, Aro. She's different from us, too compassionate for this life. We fear she wouldn't handle the guard's duties well."

Aro arched an eyebrow, a shrewd smile playing at his lips. "Ah, you are concerned about her inability to embrace the violence, I presume."

Jane nodded, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. "Exactly. She can barely feed on a human, let alone engage in the kind of brutality we've grown accustomed to."

Aro considered their words, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "You have a valid point, my dear ones. (Y/N) possesses a unique gift, one that I find quite intriguing. Her compassion is a rarity among our kind, and it would be a shame to stifle it."

Alec continued, "We were hoping you'd agree. We want her to continue remaining on the sidelines, to be there to see us off for missions and welcome us back from them just as she’s been doing. She has her place, and it's with us, just not when we are on the battlefield."

Aro's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Very well, my children, your wish is granted. (Y/N) shall not be burdened with the duties of the guard. Instead, she shall find her purpose in supporting her siblings, in being the beacon of humanity in our world."

Relief washed over Jane and Alec as they thanked Aro, knowing that their sister's gentleness would remain intact, unmarred by the violence of their existence. Together, they departed from Aro's chambers, their bond as siblings and vampires stronger than ever.

As the days turned into nights, (Y/N) continued to embrace her role with grace and contentment. She would stand on the castle's balcony, watching as her siblings departed on their missions, their forms disappearing into the night. And when they returned, weary from their battles, she would be there to welcome them, a beacon of love and compassion in a world that so often lacked it.

In this way, the three siblings found their place in the intricate tapestry of the Volturi, each contributing in their own unique way. And (Y/N), with her heart of gold, continued to pour her love into a cup for her siblings or feed from them when needed, finding solace in the knowledge that she had a family who cherished her just as she was.

The Volturi castle was an ancient fortress steeped in darkness and intrigue. Within its cold stone walls, the night whispered secrets, and shadows concealed the darkest of intentions. Among the guards, there was a low-level vampire named Tyler. Tall and lean, with unruly dark hair, Tyler was known for his eagerness to please and an unfortunate habit of pursuing (Y/N) with relentless flirtation.

One evening, as (Y/N) wandered through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, Tyler approached her, his voice dripping with false charm.

"(Y/N)," he purred, his smile forced and insincere. "You're even more beautiful tonight than the stars."

(Y/N) felt a shiver of discomfort run down her spine. She had endured Tyler's advances for some time now, and each encounter left her feeling more uneasy than the last. "Tyler," she said, her voice quivering, "please, I'm not interested."

Tyler, undeterred by her rejection, closed the distance between them. "Come on, (Y/N)," he urged, his voice taking on a sultrier tone. "I can show you a world of pleasures you've never known."

(Y/N) stepped back, panic flickering in her eyes. "No, Tyler, I mean it. Leave me alone."

But Tyler was persistent, believing that he could win her over with enough persistence. His advances continued, and (Y/N) grew increasingly uncomfortable.

Unknown to Tyler, his actions had not gone unnoticed. Felix, another guard often paired with him on missions, had seen the low-level guard's relentless pursuit of (Y/N) and found it both distasteful and disrespectful. It was Felix who reported Tyler's behavior to Jane and Alec, knowing that they would take action.

The twins, always protective of their sister, were swift to devise a plan. They decided to manipulate the situation to ensure that Tyler faced consequences for his unwelcome advances. Felix was more than willing to help, having grown increasingly irritated with Tyler's behavior as well.

Under the shroud of secrecy, Jane and Alec presented their "evidence" against Tyler to the Volturi council. They painted a picture of a guard who posed a threat to the peace and harmony of the Volturi, with Tyler's actions towards (Y/N) at the forefront of their accusations.

Aro, sensing an opportunity to exert control, nodded in agreement. "We cannot allow such behavior to persist within our ranks. Tyler, you shall be confined to a cell until further investigation."

Tyler's shock and disbelief were palpable as he was led away, accused of a crime he had not committed. Jane and Alec watched with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that their sister would no longer be subjected to his advances, even if it meant tarnishing the reputation of a fellow guard.

(Y/N) was spared the discomfort of Tyler's relentless pursuit, and the Volturi's dominion continued, where shadows concealed secrets and alliances were tested, all under the watchful eyes of their enigmatic leaders, especially Marcus, who seemed to have a unique understanding of the intricacies of their dark world.

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snarkythewoecrow · 2 months

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😅

um writing update anyone? can I interest you in a snippet of dream getting a heart? quite delicious

okay, update first, the dream/hob fic with all the tropes is coming along, and gaining new angles everyday, but I swear, I think it's coming together for sure, current word count 15k (still needs at least 5k)

also, as I don't really hang in this fandom, I'm not sure there is a tag similar to Dream has heart, but oh boy, and I'm apparently about to be so literal about that shit

anyway, have an out of context snippet

tagging @thefangirloutof-time @kydrogendragon @psychiccatpanda @buckybeardreams

And like a wild horse, being forced to bear a rider, fearful of the unknown—of what the new sensations would bring—the organ thrashed, trying to escape its fate before surrendering with a twitch and quiver.

Ancient vines of stardust anchored it in place as it gave one last jerky attempt to buck his intent before falling still, leaving Dream to wonder if perhaps a heart would never thrive within him—withering in rejection instead.

Dead meat left to rot.

But then, it happened. A faltering spasm between chambers—the timing not quite right yet but improving, his love for Hob driving its charge.

Again and again, it worked—each beat stronger than the last—the wild beast at a gallop, hooves pounding a rhythm in the sand.

Thump-thump—thump-thump—thump-thump

For the first time since his creation, Dream of the Endless had a heart.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #he gets a heart #the sandman #snippets #my wips #snark writes #🐦‍⬛

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puppetmaster13u · 6 months

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One-Word Prompts

Mostly for DC, DCxDP, or DP, but can be used for any sort of fandom or original world as well. Go wild! (Each day has two prompts to choose from, feel free to skip or use something else if you don't like something!)

Day 01: Enigma | Silence

Day 02: Celebrate | Pet

Day 03: Gods | Ghosts

Day 04: Family | Alone

Day 05: Hope | Courage

Day 06: Wings | Nest

Day 07: Levitate | Melody

Day 08: Spectrum | Overwhelmed

Day 09: Fire | Gun

Day 10: Mystery | Birthday

Day 11: Ice | Heat

Day 12: Night | Day

Day 13: Hurt | Brick

Day 14: Picnic | Shadows

Day 15: Gargoyle | Rain

Day 16: Fangs | Claws

Day 17: Cat | Dog

Day 18: High | Beacon

Day 19: Free | Fault

Day 20: Formula | Smile

Day 21: Sand | Leaf

Day 22: Songbird | Glass

Day 23: Home | Friday

Day 24: Lurk | Charm

Day 25: Reflection | Teeth

Day 26: Witness | Haunt

Day 27: Scar | Rest

Day 28: Drive | Safe

Day 29: Picture | Shatter

Day 30: Wish | Forgive

Day 31: Risky | Invite

Day 32: Trust | Dance

Day 33: Focus | Kiss

Day 34: Neglect | Connection

Day 35: Solitude | Bone

Day 36: Cook | Crystal

Day 37: Stare | Clouds

Day 38: Luck | Wander

Day 39: Mimic | Visit

Day 40: Dig | Blade

Day 41: Radio | Friendly

Day 42: Letter | Glasses

Day 43: Slump | Snack

Day 44: Vault | Candy

Day 45: Wreck | Ancient

Day 46: Sweater | Tarot

Day 47: Circus | Missing

Day 48: Quarrel | Dance

Day 49: Hug | Cry

Day 50: Disaster | Fireflies

Day 51: Explosion | Injury

Day 52: Meeting | Stars

Day 53: Invisible | Drift

Day 54: Aura | Mind

Day 55: Worry | Guilt

Day 56: Train | Tranquill

Day 57: Rescue | Enemy

Day 58: Breathless | Wave

Day 59: Glow | Explore

Day 60: Flashlight | Lightning

Day 61: Portal | Alarm

Day 62: Fantasy | Orbit

Day 63: Blue | Compromised

Day 64: Grave | Stain

Day 65: Friend | Dreams

Day 66: Exhaustion | Loss

Day 67: Love | Present

Day 68: Chaos | Glitter

Day 69: Rebel | Camp

Day 70: Empty | Beauty

Day 71: Book | Doodle

Day 72: Solitude | Prophecy

Day 73: Lie | Treasure

Day 74: Lost | Cold

Day 75: Crime | Cut

Day 76: Sick | Haunt

Day 77: Task | Glory

Day 78: Chain | Machine

Day 79: Shiver | Outlaw

Day 80: Hospital | Fragile

Day 81: Drink | Fight

Day 82: Stiff | Smoke

Day 83: Green | Blood

Day 84: Faith | Vision

Day 85: Whistle | Fog

Day 86: Hide | Window

Day 87: Breath | Crawl

Day 88: Trap | Armor

Day 89: Antidote | Splinter

Day 90: Race | Piano

Day 91: Border | Electrical

Day 92: Savor | Phantom

Day 93: Evening | Spell

Day 94: Unknown | Chase

Day 95: Hold | Disconnect

Day 96: War | Fall

Day 97: Party | Blood

Day 98: Thrive | Goodbye

Day 99: Mask | Fear

Day 100: Youth | Journey

#prompts #100 days challenge #100 day prompts #writing prompts #art prompts #drawing prompts #dailyprompt #batman au #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #once again can be used for any fandom #dc #dcu #batman

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thotpuppy · 5 months

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✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

tagged by the love @dear-massacre uwu

Words and Fics

According to AO3: 295,177 words posted, however, I did a lot of art for events this year, so this number isn't wholly accurate.

I actually wrote and posted 122,354 which is actually WAY more than I thought I did?

1 fandom represented: Teen Wolf (but I'm a multi-shipper, so many ships hehe)

Most Recent Drop: TECHNICALLY mu submissions to @sterekreversechallenges's past participant server event, 1000 Cakes, but the work featured is still anonymous, so I can't count it here.

Most Recent Drop (readable): 'My Whole Life is a Reference to the 1995 Hit Movie Clueless and I Still Don't Know the Plot' by Fall Out Boy (Stackson, T, 2k)

Longest Fic according to my stats page: Yoda Said It Best by @okdeannawrites (Sterek, E, 99k+) (I did the illustrations)

Longest Fic I actually wrote: Under My Skin (Stackson, E, 59k+)

Top Fics by Kudos (I'm including 6 because 1 of my top 5 isn't mine lol)

Grandma, What a Big Dick You Have! (the better to fuck you with my dear) (Sterek, E, 5k+)

Yoda Said It Best (Not my fic) (Sterek, E, 99k+)

Higher Education (you can confess when you're stone-cold sober) (Sciles, E, 6k+)

Under My Skin (Stackson, E, 59k+)

Daisies and Daffodils (You Make Me Smile) (Sterek, T, 3k+)

Thirsty (Stiles/Scott/Derek, M, <2k)

My fandom fic events in 2023

I THRIVE on events. They've been absolutely integral to my ability to write fic this year, and I'm really proud of what I've done. That said - I absolutely participated in WAY too many. There are a number of fics that I was involved with that don't show up in my ao3 stats and that's okay! I'ma just... list them out akdjhgk

7 fics (or 13,394 words) this year were posted for the Stiles Shipping Server's monthly ficlet exchange.

2 fics and 4ish art pieces were done for the @stacksonreversebang

1 fic was written for the Sterek VDay Exchange, but my participation was revoked.

1 art was posted for @stetervalentines2023

3 arts and 1 podfic were posted for the @steter-bang

1 fic was posted for the @teenwolfminibang

1 art was posted for the @teenwolfminibang

1 item was posted for the @sterekreversechallenges 1000 cakes event

2 Major arts and uh at least 4 minors arts were posted for the @wipbigbang

1 fic (and my longest solo fic ever) was written for the @wipbigbang

1 art which is not currently posted but will be revealed by the end of the year is for the @stereksecretsanta

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

The first thing that's going to be 'posted' is the Sterek Reverse Challenges 1000 Cakes anonymous work, which will be revealed Jan 6th.

Events:

Stiles Shipping Server monthly ficlet exchange - many more months will be participated in again

@sterekposevents - probably gonna write smth for this next year (stares forlornly at my unfinished summer wip)

If the Stackson Reverse Bang runs again, I will absolutely participate in that, but i will definitely not commit to 4 projects!!!!

Absolutely the next go around for Sterek Reverse Challenges!!! I love reverse bangs (and bang in general)

If I do the Steter bang again I will not sign up for as many projects because I did too much all at once and it was stressful.

I will likely participate in at least 1 vday event and at least 1 santa event. (:

There is one event I will definitely be participating in but the event itself has not been announced yet so I won't talk about it... publicly. If you're into Sterek and Events you can DM me for Spoilers though~ ;*

Projects:

Addabge Dmaddiage - Sterek MedFantasy Omegaverse Arranged Married Dark-ish fic. Currently Writing

Higher Education 2: Electric Boogaloo - I already have over 2k written, I just need to finish it.

Vampire!Stiles Sterek fic, which I will hopefully be doing for one of the events

Stackson MedFantasy Bastard Prince x Freedom Fighter AU

New! Sex for Work - Sterek office sex AU: Next chapter and/or Rewrite and/or Finish (low priority)

Sciles in Ancient Greece - this is possibly more of a long form poem than fic? We'll see how it goes ? low priority

Rules, Tags & Rambling below the cut!

I technically have a massive list of WIPs and Prompts I am constantly working from. I pick the ideas when they feel happy in my brain for "free time" writing - I actually meant to work on the office sex AU for the month of december but got whacked upside the head with Addabge Dmaddiage. UMS was my FIRST "long fic" ever so I am... feeling really, really invigorated.

in 2021 I climbed out of my writing hole where I hadn't written seriously in over a decade. That year, I wrote and shared 22,418 words by myself, and wrote half of a 69,599 (incomplete, part 1) role-play fic with a friend. At the start of 2022, I watched teen wolf for the first time because @sinnabon-cosplay is a menace and can't be stopped. It lit an absolute FIRE beneath me and I lost all control of my life. I started writing and drawing with a wholly renewed fury. I started doing way more events and wrote and posted 40,247 words. At the end of the year, I thought to myself - wow, wouldn't it be cool if i doubled my word count again? 80k? haha, that probably won't happen though. I'll be excited if I write and post 60k.

YALL. I wrote and posted 60k in ONE FIC. I wrote and posted over 120k?????? that's INSANE to me. I haven't had that much drive to create since I was in high school.

Teen Wolf is like... fixing my brain chemistry. I feel so invigorated.

Despite some setbacks with some REALLY unfortunate Sterek fans at the start of my experience here nearly tanking my creative drive, I've managed to stay on track without totally losing my love for the ship because of some rotten eggs. Shoutout to all my homies keeping the space worth hanging around in. I appreciate yall so much <3

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Tags: No pressure ANY time from me, i love you I appreciate you I like sharing with you. Don't wanna play, don't worry about it <3 @clotpolesonly @lucky-bishop @adrianfridge @sinnabon-cosplay @okdeannawrites @foofsterwolf (Sorry i panicked and couldn't remember if u posted FIC on ur main or just original so i tagged ur TW even tho this doesnt have to be TW related) @just-another-busy-fangirl-writes @lavender-lotion

#my writing #sterek #teen wolf fanfiction #tag meme /#tag game /#long post /

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Parul Pasuk {1} -Girdling Roots-

*Suunuti Te Puou Tsteyimhutey ite

- FANDOM: AVATAR

- RATING: GENERAL AUDIENCE

- CW: NONE

- WORD COUNT: 508

- SUMMARY: “In the jungles of Pandora, a Navi born from roots of an ancient tree wanders the planet curiously with love for the land and its inhabitants. Through fate she learns extraterrestrials intend to eradicate life Pandora. Destiny led her to a mighty warrior, with his help she attempts to protect the sacred balance- discovering her divine legacy in the process.”

- A/N: ADULT NETEYAM X READER [SLOW BURN NOT NSFW] in this fic the events of ATWOW ended with neteyam surviving.

-FIC STARTS BELOW CUT-

Through the veil of time, you stood sentinel, a silent witness to the grandeur of nature's tapestry unfurling around you. Observing the ebb and flow of life—the fleeting presence of creatures, the vibrant dance of flora as they bloomed and withered in the cycle of seasons. And with each passing season, your slender form stretched towards the azure sky, leaves unfurling like delicate emerald wings, a testament to the resilience of your life amidst the dense foliage.

As you basked in the warmth of the sun's embrace, consciousness dawned upon you— that you were more than just roots buried in soil. "What am I?" your whisper no louder than the rustling leaves, thoughts as tangible as the breeze that danced through your branches. "Who breathed life into my existence?”

You stood tall amidst the serene beauty of your wooded sanctuary, a restless longing gnawed at your core. Thoughts swirl like autumn leaves in your mind, weaving a tapestry of desire and doubt.

"I yearn to feel the embrace of distant lands, to dance with the wind beneath unfamiliar skies." Yet, amidst the tumult of your inner turmoil, a voice echoes softly—a voice that resonates with a wisdom far older than time itself. "Your purpose," it whispers, "is not to chase after fleeting pleasures, but to stand as a guardian of life, a silent sentinel in the dance of creation."

"Why must I stand rooted to this spot for eternity?" You cry, "To watch as life passes me by, while I remain stagnant and still!"

From the depth of your consciousness, the voice repeats, "Your purpose," it intones, "is to stand as a guardian of life, to bear witness to the beauty of creation."

In your stubbornness you couldn’t be swayed. "It is not fair!" You bellow, your branches quivering with anger. "To be condemned to a fate of immobility, then I refuse to drink until you grant me the freedom to roam as I please!"

The forest falls silent, as if holding its breath in anticipation of the divine response. And then, with a sigh like the whisper of wind through leaves, the voice speaks again. "You may not understand your purpose, but trust that it serves a greater design. Your roots may be bound to the earth, but your spirit is free to soar."

With that the voice dispersed, and so you continued to be, although the hunger of a life beyond and the curiosity of what could be out there creates a knot in the pit of your stomach.

"How many days has it been since your last drink?" The voice echoed through the forest in your mind.

"Three? Four?" You struggled to recall, your uncertainty leaving you unsettled.

"How can you expect to thrive when your leaves are limp and parched?" It demanded expectantly.

Your roots delved deeper into the damp soil, weaving through layers of decaying leaves and soot. A sense of contentment washed over you as fluid coursed through your veins, calming the rhythm of your heart until it was a mere flicker.

#navi avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar neteyam #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam sully x na’vi!reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam #atwow

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Is this about the theory that Zestial is Abel, based on what his full name (Zestial Morde) translates to (separating the suffix, ‘ial’ being ‘of God’, what were names usually reserved for the holy, anyway, ‘zest’ ‘ial’ ‘morde’ to put the words in that order). Because I really like that theory.

I haven't heard that theory! Actually, I even had to remind myself who Abel was. As the second son of Adam/Eve, that would make Zestial quite ancient indeed! However, given Abel's sacrifice was favored by God, I'm not sure he would have gone to Hell? Cain, on the other hand, certainly. Cain was the first murderer.

The 'taking up holy arms' comment made by Zestial (S1E3) has caught my personal attention. I am sure it means something, given it is a popular rumor among Pentagram city. Given 'Lilith' (potentially, some theories suggest it was Eve) and Alastor have been missing for 7 years & 'Lilith' is shown basking on the beach's of heaven (holy space), I suggest that perhaps the rumor is related to correspondence between 'Lilith' in Heaven and Alastor.

Between the rumors conversation between Zestial/Alastor and the egg boi comment, these Hazbin writers clearly thrive off fanbase curiosity/conspiracies! Regardless of which fan theories become cannon, just the fact that so many of these fan theory conversations are occurring has me thinking the writers got us right where they want us!! [Insert maniacal laughter here]

^ Egg boi comment in question ^ There was some controversy in the fandom previously regarding Alastor's hair/ears? I vaguely remember....hmu if you remember it too so I know I'm not crazy lol

#Hazbin hotel ask #hazbin hotel fan theories #hellaverse #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel

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Its years late for this nitpick and honestly the answer is probably just time constraints, but why didn't Ruby gather more attention when she was let in early to Beacon. Maybe not immediately but I imagine somebody would probably let it leak that a girl got in 2 years early to a prestigious combat school, there would probably be some journalists interested in getting that story. It would make Ruby's line about "normal knees" make sense too.

Yeah, even if the story didn't want to introduce a lot of outside conflict (via things like journalist), I would have loved to see this impacting Ruby's relationships more. We've got Weiss commenting that she looks too young to be at Beacon and... that's it. That's the extent of Ruby's age -- something that's initially presented as a Big Deal - having an influence on her time at school. Why not have Weiss specifically take issue with her as a leader because she's too young, rather than just the fact that it's not her getting what she 'deserves'? Why not have Pyrrha feel a kinship with Ruby, bonding over the fact that they've both been singled out as extraordinarily talented fighters at a young age? (Which would also go a long way towards creating an emotional impact when Ruby sees Pyrrha die. It's horrible for the audience, certainly, but fans have long pointed out that Ruby and Pyrrha barely knew one another.) Give me Jaune comparing Ruby to his little sisters, Blake shrugging at her age because outside the kingdoms no one cares how old you are, only that you can fight, a version of Yang who loves her sister, undoubtedly, but was also looking forward to striking out on her own and forming new friendships without a little sis tagging along (she does ditch Ruby for the shadow friends first chance she gets), more teachers like Glynda who are hesitant to bend the rules in such a manner, upper classmen who are jealous that this kid is landing assignments even they're not ready for, a Tai who lost his wife to grimm and is now seeing both his girls enter that profession at the same time, one of whom is still just a kid, and dear god he's not emotionally ready for an empty nest when what's outside the nest is so very, very dangerous.

It is a nitpick in the sense that we got a solid plot for Volumes 1-3 and the lack of all this (and similar ideas) certainly doesn't ruin the story, but it does reflect on how haphazardly RWBY has always been written. It's nothing new to say that RT didn't really know what they were doing with RWBY for a long time, resulting in a huge number of missed opportunities -- that first draft feel that's still influencing the story today. Often when we have broader criticisms, like Ruby's lack of character development post-Volume 4 (at least, that's when I personally think she stagnated), you can trace the problem back to traits that were introduced and then dropped. Ruby is a "most dangerous weapon ever designed" prodigy with a wealth of weapon knowledge and an ancient Silver Eyes power, getting into a prestigious school two years early after her mother mysteriously died in the same profession, but she lacks her mother's (implied) confidence and charisma, instead demonstrating a marked social awkwardness that, again, reflects back on her age. What a fascinating character packed with potential! Too bad Ruby's age was only a concern for the first few episodes, her love of weapons has disappeared, her social awkwardness was never an obstacle to making friends, her eyes were mastered in half a Volume, and her mother's death is mentioned once seven years into the series -- without her sister there to benefit from that emotional beat. It's nothing new to say, but it always bears repeating: RWBY is really good at introducing awesome concepts and really bad at doing anything satisfying with them. It's why the show thrives in fandom where others can play with those ideas and is struggling so badly in the canon itself. It functions best as a sandbox, not a show.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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20 questions for fic writers

approximately twenty years late for these twenty questions, but i'm here now so that counts rights? thank you to @aidaronan for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 40

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 711,322

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently stranger things, but i've got star wars (prequels + rebels) w.i.p.s in the google docs that i'd still love to see the light of day

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? steddie overtook my oldest fics, so most remarkable thing is my number one, with two other fics in the same universe behind it (frozen with joy and the world throws its light), followed by all the missing girls and brutalist masterpieces

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try to respond to all of them because i'm trying to be more outgoing in fandom spaces; i also feel very humbled + touched by the response to my steddie stories so i try to stay engaged there when i can

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i don't think anything is particularly angsty from stranger things -- i try to lean into optimism and hopeful endings when i can, even if something tragic happens with the story; so i would have to say the untitled companion kallus au out of rebels fandom, since part two ends on a bit of a downer.

(though various stories out of the eating in the underworld series probably qualify, especially when you're reading them chronologically...)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i like to think the whole of most remarkable thing, and other b-sides and rarities as the happiest, i would say? mainly because the idea of steve + eddie, alive in 2023 and thriving with their family, careers, and marriage is very dear to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes; allow me to be pretentious and say that it's typically serving a plot purpose, and often tender, sometimes silly, sometimes spicy

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i like a good fusion, mainly; i think the only crossover i've written + published is an ancient avengers and battlestar galactica fic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! remarkable has french + spanish translations, and crozen with joy also has a french translation

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no; i'm a solitary creature by nature, and also anxious to a fault so i've never felt it was something i'd be able to do + do right by my co-author.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? i love steddie but i gotta be honest here on tumblr dot com: kalluzeb

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i pray every day that i'll finish all my wips; but my greatest fear is that i'll never conclude the star wars f+f au, even though the google doc is halfway written

16. What are your writing strengths? once again imma be a little pretentious and say crafting the story itself; i think i'm a really solid plotter + have good outlines that allow me to tell the story i want to tell

17. What are your writing weaknesses? probably being too wordy, and having a hard time trimming + cutting things; i have a whole google doc devoted to passages i've loved that i've excised from stories but just couldn't get rid of entirely -- i'm definitely a director's cut bitch

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i've encorporated mando'a into a handful of star wars stories, and used a few russian terms of endearment for at me too someone is looking (rebels) -- so i think if it serves a purpose to the story, you gotta do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? star trek, i think?? maybe stargate: sg1??

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i love all of my children equally but differently, but gun to my head? dogfish or the other hand knocking, because both were so interesting + challenging to write in very different ways

not tagging anyone because i'm so late to the game, but if you wanna play just say i called your name!!

#writing #writing game

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The Sun and Its Shadows - a Gwynriel AU Magic Story

Chapter 1 - Somwhere Only We Know

I have been a long-time passive consumer of ACoTaR fanfiction, and every talented writer has inspired me to add to this amazing fandom! Here is my first chapter of a Gwynriel fanfiction titled 'The Sun and its Shadows'. It wil be a multiple POV 25ish chapter story, with eventual smut! If you love alternate universe MAGIC, dark academia and ancient prophecies this is for you!

Every chapter will be titled after a song which will be explained at the beginning of every chapter to enhance the reading experience.

I made a moodboard so you can get a sense of the story!

Read the first chapter on AO3 or on Tumblr under the cut :)

Please let me know what you think!

Summary:

Growing up in paradise, Gwyn thought she had everything a person could possibly dream of. A loving village, a secret sea-dragon best friend, a twin, and a purpose. That was until the Sun Sages came to Sangravah. In their quest to fulfill an ancient prophecy, they destroyed everything in their wake. What was paradise, quickly turned into hell. Gwyn discovers that there aremore layers to the world than her mother ever let on. She quickly needs to rediscover who she is outside her sheltered existence in a world of magic, academia and the mysterious prophecy. This story is based on the character's of a Court of Thorns and Roses, as such I will follow Gwyn's story which involves sexual violence. I will warn at the beginning of each chapter where mention of sexual violence starts and ends, so please don't read it if it is triggering for you.

The days were long, and the nights were endless. Gwyn used to thrive under the sun, she loved to bask in the rays of liquid medicine. She used to wake up at first sunlight, before everybody else, to start her day as if she was the only person in the world. Those little moments of solitude were precious to her. Those moments belonged solely to her, because she did not have to worry about anyone else, something she struggled with in the presence of other people. Ever since she was a child. Gwyn had the annoying habit of people pleasing. She always made sure everybody was doing okay, which often meant there was no more space for her. In the morning light, as the sun started to rise, she had all the space in the world.

Gwyn’s favorite place to watch the sunrise was in her secret cave located at the bottom of the enormous green mountainside she called home. Sangravah, as it was lovingly called by its 50 or so villagers, was a rustic village, with houses built into its cliffside, overlooking the sea. At night, the moonlight illuminated the sea, creating thousands of little stars reflected in the ocean waves. The rugged mountain pass with its many croaked roads, and dense trees, prohibited outsiders from visiting the small village, which made it one of the best-kept secrets in Prythian. The seaside village was so small and isolated, it had to be completely self-sufficient, therefore, from age 12, every villager had an assigned task. For example, there was a fisherman, Birch, a teacher, named Iridia, who taught the 9 village children, and Gwyn’s mum who was a priestess. Together they sustained their paradise. Although Gwyn’s twin Catrin felt imprisoned by the isolation, Gwyn loved the calmness of their life.

For Gwyn, the sea was her life line. The waves played a tune that spoke to her heart. Urging her to calm down with every cresting wave. The water was clear as crystal, and as blue as her teal eyes. The secret cave, combined her two favorite things, watching the sunrise, and the sea. The cave was located at the bottom of the enormous mountainside, hidden behind two big willow trees. The opening had a small bedrock in the shape of a cresting moon, which allowed Gwyn to sit comfortably and look outside to the rising sun. Inside the cresting moon plateau, was the place where the cave water connected to the sea. One day, at age 10, when she swam out a little too far, lost in her own thoughts and space, she found the little area behind the trees. Normally, Gwyn would not engage in adventure unless Catrin convinced her to, yet something overtook Gwyn that day, was it intuition or perhaps destiny?

One day, a year later, Gwyn heard a small noise. Trying not to let fear overtake her secret place, she attempted to find the source of the clicking noise. She looked everywhere: behind the tree, under the rock, inside the alcove, but she could not find it. Until she looked in the water, to her surprise there was a big blue animal swimming just underneath the surface. Its scales were so blue it almost became one with the sea. Gwyn was frightened of the animal, it looked like the scary dragons she read about in her fairytales. She was ready to leave the cave and never come back, until the small beast touched her palm in a cheerful manner. Urging her to play. Confused, Gwyn pet the blue beast, and figured this would be the last time the two would see each other. However, day after day, the two would share the space, which made Gwyn decide to name it Blue Willow, Blue for short. Gwyn did not mind sharing the space with Blue, they immediately created an understanding of mutual care, Blue would bring her small shells, and Gwyn would feed it fish which she traded with the fisherman. She would write his letters, and he would give her the fish that were too small to feed their villagers. Blue and Gwyn grew close, one day it even let Gwyn ride on its back. She would hold on tight to its little fins and together they had small adventures exploring the sea. Gwyn felt guilty about not telling Catrin about Blue, but telling her about her other best friend, would mean giving up her secret spot, and she was not ready to do so yet.

Her childhood was magical. Filled with lots of love from the village, Blue, and the purpose she found in following in her mother’s footsteps. In the village it was a custom to follow in your parents’ footsteps, therefore, Kathrin and Gwyn would become priestesses. The twins never knew who their father was, their mum was always very secretive about their lineage. Although Catrin often tried to breach the subject, desperate to find out who was responsible for her black hair and her pale skin, true to Gwyn’s nature, she never asked, not wanting to upset their mother. She vowed to only secretly wonder. She was happy with her life, and did not want to disturb the beautiful life their mum built for them, so, she chose gratitude and mystery over clarity and inner peace.

Even though Gwyn never met people outside of Sangravah, she knew she was lucky. Yet, somewhere deep inside she also knew luck was never meant to last, and one day it would run out. A terrible intuition that turned out the be true two moons after she and Catrin celebrated their 16th birthday. It was a seemingly ordinary day. Birch had just returned from fishing, Gwyn and Blue watched the sunrise, the children had school, learning how to read time by studying the sun, and her mum prepared the service. That was until, as predicted by the ancient prophecy, violent, strange men came to Sangravah. The prophecy became shorter with each retelling from generation to generation, but the essence always remained the same:

A time shall arrive When shadows weep and the sun burns bright And the people of the light Will find the village and reclaim the power to revive All shall be lost, remain aware Protect the girl with the red hair

Gwyn heard the stories, the ancient warning that was passed through generations, as all old realities turned into fairytales. Although Gwyn loved stories, and always dreamed of finding her destined love, she never wished to live through this particular one. The men entered under the guise of light, attacking in plain sight. Gwyn had never seen so many men in her life. They wore strange silver armor, and exuded so much violence. Catrin was the first to spot them, she yelled at Gwyn to take all the children to the forest far away from the village. Gwyn felt powerless. Outside of her secret morning ritual, Gwyn never left Catrin’s side, and in such a time of need, it felt like cutting out her heart. But Gwyn also knew how the children of their village were even more powerless, and how Catrin was right, they needed to be brought to safety, she was always right.

Gwyn heard Catrin’s scream and there was no more time to flee to the trees. Gwyn knew there was an old escape route out of the mountains, that was almost as old as the village itself: an old cellar inside the library. She read about it once in one of the religious texts she had to study to become a priestess. Luckily, all the children were still in the classroom, she quickly gathered all nine of them, promising them candy if they remained quiet. After she put the last child in the cellar, she quickly pulled the rug and the desk over the entrance, because she heard men approaching. Catrin ran inside. Happy they found each other in the chaos, they embraced. A moment of fictious peace, as one of the men pulled Catrins hair so hard she was slammed to the ground. As she fell, Catrin quietly said, “Mum died Gwyn, they killed her, they killed her.” Gwyn could not believe her ears. All she had ever known was her peaceful village, what was happening? Who were these men? And where was mom? She could not be dead. She was their mom, she had so much life to live, she still had to teach her how to take the vinal vows. The men who pulled Catrins hair was laughing, joining their conversation yelling: “that bitch with the red hair, yeah she is dead, Finch killed her, but not before he took what he was owed.” Took what he owed? What did that mean, mum never owed anybody anything, everything was by and for the village. Catrin had pure fear in her eyes, as she was always more aware of the world outside of Sangravah. Catrin retrieved stories from the fisherman, who, especially with some fairy wine, was more loose with information than their mother tended to be.

More men swarmed into the small library. They were all wearing strange yellow clothing. One of them seemed to be different, he was wearing a cape with a sun on it, in his hand was a big wooden staff, almost as tall as his body. The scary man who was so violent towards Catrin proceeded to rip her clothes off. Gwyn tried to look away, but still she wondered: why was he undoing his pants, what was that between his legs and why was he forcing Catrin’s mouth on it? Catrin fought with every fiber of her being, biting the thing between his legs. The man became so furious he took the large metal thing in his hand and with one swift movement sliced through Catrin’s head. Gwyn became paralyzed, her beautiful twin who was just now talking to her, was dead.

For the first time in her life Gwyn all alone in the world. Everything was too much. One of the other man took this as an opportunity to approach her, he proceeded to take her clothes off too. He yanked her skirt up and forced himself inside her. Gwyn remained paralyzed. The whole world became a blur. She felt the table shaking with every thrust, but it was like she was floating outside of her body. She heard faint noises. More male voices. They were yelling against each other. An angel of death came into the library, she saw black in the sea of yellow. The table stopped shaking. The angel had a similar metal weapon, which he used to end the man that was crouching over her. The man was quickly pushed off the table, off her. The world was moving fast, and impossibly slow at the same time. She knew people were talking to her but she could not formulate words, she was in shock. She remembered a blanket being pulled over her body, covering her half naked body, and the strange sensation of shadows kissing her cheeks. Did she imagine the faint noises reassuring her, telling her everything would be alright?

The next thing she remembered was waking up in a strange brown room, filled with white beds and an unnerving quiet. A quiet that Gwyn did not trust anymore. The first thing Gwyn did was yell “Catrin, where is Catrin?” A female approached her, in an empathetic voice she told her: “my dear, she is dead, they were all killed.” Then she remembered and darkness overtook her again, as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

#acotar #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #a court of silver flames #gwyn acosf #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #alternate universe #magic #acotar fanfiction

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