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thedeadthree · 1 year

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— WIP FRIDAY !

TAGGED BY the dearest @unholymilf to share a few things ive been working on ! ty ty so much ash dear!

TAGGING: @feystepped, @risingsh0t, @kingsroad, @griffin-wood, @jendoe, @phillipsgraves, @marivenah, @leviiackrman, @chuckhansen, @denerims, @queennymeria, @aartyom, @blissfulalchemist, @shellibisshe, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @wayhavenots, @pegxcarter, @malefiicarum, @nightbloodraelle, @roofgeese, @morvaris, @jacobseed, @nuclearstorms, @carminasolis, @girlbosselrond, @anoras, @fragilestorm, @shadowglens, @arklay and you!

teehee i AT LAST got around to introducing the t*lou dears clowns with the one and only template from ash! so far i have tlou!olga and gianna <3 with this cutest coloring as well !

the VERY early stages of a piece for the dearest marta in honor of fh's release ! with orions cutest template!

another early stages but in honor of oc kiss week a piece for kenny and @griffin-wood's dear raylene with this template !

and now a bit of writing! moments before disaster if you will a piece for alva and rhaegy with a bit of rhaemion and enya lore connecting them to vanna and daemy and their babies !

Summerhal was beautiful at this hour. those fleeting moments before midday and after the morning when the sun was well off to reaching its zenith made even the hardest of hearts gaze in awe.

Alva descended from her horse, vermillion. To her left by a relatively small pond were the horses of Lord Rhaemion Targaryen of Starfall, the princess Elia’s dear longtime friend (and rumored paramour, he too a close and beloved friend of the prince as well, the nature of things was a topic for another morn). And the other of her dearest Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She recalls when Rhaemion spoke of reason for choosing his horse. The almost pearlescent mane of his chosen mount reminded him of the scales of his dragon, Parthunaax known by the histories as the Burned Overlord. The Targaryens of Starfall or the Amethyst or Dawn Dragons still possessed the ones belonging to the riders they were bound to during and following the dance. Baelor and Parthunaax, Calla and Nahvintaas (a ilmestian dragon of Vilemyr), and Valaerra who was Rhaemion’s ancestor and her she-dragon Numinex. Though the most notable among them was the Ethereal, the Violet Star of Starfall herself once bound to the mistress of mists Iovanna Dayne, Starspire. The two year old daughter of Rhaemion recently began to speak her first words and has declared her favorite word to be the name of the ethereal. If this is any prediction that the girl at two has already declared her mount will not be a horse, but Starspire herself, one cannot fathom anything else. She laughed when he mentioned he will have to tell the girl when she’s older that the dragons are not to be flown in westeros and she will have to have a horse as he does. Lest the Dragon of myth and prophecy see her end by scorpion bolt.

On leaving vermillion by Rhaemion and Rhaegar’s. She makes her way by the remnants of the stone walkway closer towards the ruin. The three spent a lot of time in summerhall, her and Rhaegar spending the most.

#only if you want to! 🤍🕊#and if you've done this already please feel free to pass <3 i am AT LAST catching up on a few tags! <3 ty ty again ash for the tag!#oc: olga litvinchuck #RETURN OF THE QUEEN <3 and ty ty alyssa for encouraging me to bring her into t*lou <3 #olga is either calculating or ambitious i haven’t decided which one fits more aksjjzjx ✨😖#its turning out so cute already and im loving that the coloring compliments olgas hair so well ? that's baby!#have had tlou!olga brainworms alongside the usual suspects the asoiaf clowns AND marta returning to the fold all day hehe <3 #were doing fine! the high stakes tennis match between the clowns vying for control of the braincell is going splendidly <3 #to get ye olde writing brain gears a workin a cute ship edit for ray ray and kenny <3 BABIES BABIES BOTH OF THEM #and also will make one as well for vik and nessie for the oc kiss week <3 IM SO EXCITED AHH #MARTA MARTA RETURN OF THE LEGEND i missed her dearly! and her beloved! that's the first if oc and if i was introduced to!#she means the world to me! that's dearie right there!#AND OF COURSE ALVA AND RHAEGY BEING THE CUTEST EVER AND IT MAKES ME SAD! they were so in love! im not sobbing at all!#and of course daevanna being the moment the way they just....... APPEAR EVERYWHERE i love those dears sm <3 #leg.tagged #leg.writing #leg.ocs #leg.edit #AND SUPER SUPER LOOKING TO DO AN EDIT AS WELL FOR MAEKY AND AERY we are working! the creative process at work!#oc: alva amaranthine #x: alva x rhaegar #oc: marta chaykovski #oc: gianna villareal #oc: kendall lawton #x: kendall x raylene

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xxswagcorexx · 1 year

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LOOKING at your post about gods!swagdoons and their religions becoming intervowen omg thats such a cool concept!! do you have any more thoughts on made up mythology by chance pointrightpointleft

omg....i do!

gonna focus on their cults for a second but id think they'd meet up because of trading and whatnot ^_^ since yk. swagdoons and business partners and whatnot but id imagine their cults would have a lot of things about economics (red's moreso, ash's would just use money as a status symbol/sign of power)! so uh. insert coin tossing and riches rituals here. and also insert ash's cult using money as a sign of loyalty here bc its like, giving up your ego to someone. yeag .

but yeah! some misc things is that i think their cults would be Well Known but they have funky variations depending on which region you go to >_< sorta like how there's Flavors of swagdoons depending on which series you base them off of! also they'd have the craziest and sickest parties i just Know it . dionysian parties type beat fr!

#swagdoons #anyways more rambles in the tags #i also associate red with revival/time loops and ash with war/general death so uhhhh #(has not played h.ades) thats like 2 of the guys in there right #(t.hanzag or something idk all of my knowledge from that game is via osmosis)#anwyays yeah god of rebirth and god of death is sooooo. very themcore i think i think they'd have Some of their myths based on that concept #anyways i also think that reds cult would eat a lot of stuff like honey and milk #specifically something like byzantine honey fritters #which reminds me i wanna make them so bad but :sadge:#maybe one day ill make them and have a biblically accurate taste review of it #also uhhhhh this isnt even all of my thoughts i have More made up symbolism when it comes to them and fallen angels that's like #Different than this god concept #as well as another old god!red concept that's a Lot more canon-compliant LOL #feel free to ask btw i loveeeee asks where i can ramble they're awesome #anyways omg ty for ur ask anon! ^_^ hope u enjoyed! <3 #into the pantheon #mailbox.core

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eievuimultimuse · 7 months

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🛍️ for Ash?

MISCELLANEOUS SYMBOL HEADCANONS.

🛍 - Does your muse like to go shopping ? What do they usually shop for ? What kind of stores do they frequent ?

honestly i feel like with the way he lives, shopping is definitely not like. at the top of his list per se. or at least it's like usually very basic stuff — snacks, booze, fuel for the ol' chainsaw, ammo for the boomstick. maybe a new blue shirt every so often when an old one gets full of gore a lil too dirty. HOWEVER he also seems like the guy that would pick up really silly knick knacks just because he finds them mildly amusing in his own, old man way. he literally has no use for em whatsoever, he's just like 'man look at this shit, it's hilarious.' oh also, like, if he's not replacing wrecked shirts, he probably is getting some of the dumbest shirts imaginable. i mean, you saw the sort of hawaiian shirt he was wearing that one time right KJGHFKG

#ASH WILLIAMS. / HEADCANONS.#ANON.#ASK.#( ty for sending this in!! funnily enough i rewatched ash vs evil dead p recently w/ a friend so ash is still p fresh on my brain #so it was v nice to see him get a lil smth <3 )#ask to tag //#QUEUE.

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puppygirldanhowell · 1 year

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AAAAA amazing REN and general tpn opinions + ur so easy and fun to talk to + always leave amazing tags on everything i could scroll ur blog for hours

#also idk u never make me feel stupid for not knowing shit you just explain it and thats always so nice so ty JSBSJJS<3 #ash is mentally ill #asks!!!#mutuals tag #ask game #fullscoreshenanigans

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asumofwords · 11 months

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my sweet angel loves, my little gremlins, the little monsters in my ears, here is another chapter because I cannot resist and I also am so excited and eager to keep writing ! So without further blah blah blah from me, here is the next chapter <3 P.S can you tell I have a blood kink?

Chapter 78: The Prospect of Change

Grief, grief, and more grief.

It was what you felt. It was what you delivered. It was who you were now to your very core. Its grip dug sharp claws into your flesh, ripping you apart so that it may make a home inside of you. Inside the cavity of your chest, where your heart had once sat, now replaced with the blackened pit of despair which continued to pulse, and open, and consume you with every waking moment.

And in this very moment, with Aemond atop you, his hard length lining itself up with your still bruised and torn core, you felt it.

Grief.

Grief that you wanted it. Grief that in some ways you didn’t. Grief in knowing that he had taken everything from you. Grief in knowing that he would continue to do so. Aemond took, and took and took. Your dignity. Your sanity. Your girlhood. And he would continue to take, and take, and take. And all that you could do was let him.

And take in return.

And so in the darkened chambers, upon the bed with your gown stripped from your body, you let him take, and you took back.

What surprised you most about grief, is the way you sought out comfort.

Comfort in the form of company from someone who caused you said grief.

Comfort in the form of your justified rage.

Comfort in the form of wine, ale. Star fruit.

Sex.

Aemond was careful. Cautious even. As though he feared he might be the last to pull the fraught and fraying strings that were continuing to be tugged apart inside of you. As though he feared that he would burn the strings away with his fire, with no possible chance of tying those threads back together.

Knotted to hold the lines of your sanity, damaged in a way that it could not come back.

Damaged.

And he treated you as damaged.

And it made the grief all the more encompassing.

Broken, he had called you.

And as he looked down at you from above with an eye that screamed caution, an eye that waited for confirmation, a face of his own grief as he knew you had endured his own tortures from him brother, it made you feel as broken as he called you.

Raising your hips upwards, you chased after his length, wishing for it to be over. Wishing for Aegon to not be the last person who had been inside of you. To metaphorically wash your hands of him. To cleanse yourself of him. To rid yourself of his smell, his touch, the feeling of him inside of you.

For it is better to be with the evil you know, than the one that you didn’t.

Though, you supposed you knew Aegon now.

You wondered if Helaena found comfort in the evil of Aegon, and feared the one in Aemond she did not know. Or perhaps she did know. Or perhaps, she too sought solace in Aemond herself from the abuse of her brother and husband, seeking loving and soft hands, kind words and protection from her younger brother.

But Helaena was gone, and even when she was here, you could not find it in yourself to ask.

Aemond had been clinical about the way he entered you, watching the way your face screwed up in pain, slowing down and pausing, letting you adjust to him, through the bruising and wounds that had not yet healed.

The pain was familiar.

The stretch was familiar.

Aemond’s ache was familiar, and so with your legs wrapped around his back, you impatiently pulled him inside of you. To be over with it. To become accustomed to his pain again.

A low groan melted through him as he moved his whole length inside of you, and you grit your teeth to get through the agony. To move through the motions. To not break again. To not cry. To deal with it.

It’s Aemond.

It’s him.

He has done this before.

It is only him.

The Prince drew himself out of you slowly, to then push back in, looking down between your bodies to watch his shaft sink into your heat repeatedly. Methodically. Softly. Looking down to ensure that he was not breaking his prize further than already done. To ensure that his spoils of war were not too spoiled. To ensure that his niece, his wife, his blood, his love was enduring as she always did.

His.

It was like a bruise being pushed. A cut being pulled.

But you wanted it.

You needed it.

And despite Aemond beginning to thrust into you at an even pace, and his face flitting from between you and then back up to you won, to watch as you whimpered and grit your teeth, and the betrayal of tears began to pool in your eyes, he still continued, knowing that you would stop him if you wanted. Knowing that you needed it, just as much as him.

And it showed.

For all his restraint, his reverence, and fleeting kindness, his shoulders were tensed and shook with anger.

Anger that you had been hurt.

Anger that you had been touched.

Anger that he had done nothing to stop it.

Two pieces on a board moved by those above you.

Two pieces on a board who despite the illusion, had no power.

Two pieces on a board who had been moved at the whims of their parents, family, and sides of the war.

Two pieces that had been melted down, and reformed. Crooked, and bent, and scarred.

Anger. Rage. Grief.

It seemed that was all the two of you were anymore.

Anger. Rage. Grief.

Curled into the bodies of two.

Anger. Rage. Grief.

Two of the same, with the refusal to see.

Aemond shifted, using one hand to pull your hips upwards, angling his thrusts to rub against the sensitive spongey spot inside of you and you mewled.

You wanted to feel good.

You needed to feel good.

And Aemond could give that to you.

Aemond held your hips up and continued to thrust, spurred on by your reaction.

“Fuck.” He moaned, clenching his eye shut as he struggled to keep his thrusts slow, and his dwindling composure there.

“Harder.” You commanded, voice hoarse.

His eye shot open as he looked down at you, stilling half thrust.

“Harder.” You told him again, shifting your hips upwards as you used your hands to grab onto his arms, fingernails digging into the flesh of his skin.

Aemond kept his gaze on you for a moment, thinking over your command. Wondering if he should. Wondering if he could let himself go. Wondering if it would make it worse. But as you tilted your hips up once again, a sigh falling from your lips as the tip of his cock slid through your folds, he gave in.

Thrusting into you with a new vigour, he held you close against him, one arm holding you against his pelvis, the other propped above your head to give him leverage. Every thrust caused pain to spark up within you, the soft tinges of terror hiding in your throat.

But the pain was soon mixed with pleasure as his hand moved to your pearl, and began to swirl gently over it. You moaned, arching your back as his pace got quicker, and his fingers more unrelenting.

“You’re mine.” He groaned, fingers wet with your slick as he began to pull shaky pleasure through you.

“Only mine. Always mine.” He puffed, hips beginning to clap against you as he poured his own anger and grief into you.

“Mine.”

“Yours.” You replied, back arching as tears welled in your eyes.

His.

Forever.

Always his.

In one way or another, he had left his mark on you.

Shifting backwards, Aemond sat on his heels, pulling your hips into his lap, the new angle causing his tip to bully your spot within and brush against your cervix. You whined, throwing your head back as he began to pump into you sharply.

“I love you.” He grunted, still fucking into your warm and wet heat.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him, his pupil blow wide as he looked down at your face. He looked sincere. He looked passionate. Silver hair messed atop his head, scar raw and red through his missing eye, lips half open as he lost himself to pleasure.

“Give in.” Aemond purred, seeing the way your eyes widened at his confession, “Admit it. You love me. Just as I love you.” His thrusts became sharper, and one fo his hands moved to press against your lower belly, feeling himself move through your walls.

You moaned, feeling him move deeply within you, the hand on your stomach pushing pressure down into your core, before his hand travelled back to your bud and swirled with new vigour.

Memories swirled in your mind.

Aemond sitting atop Aegon in the dungeons. His fists pummelling into the face of his older brother. The way he had growled. The way he had shook with anger. With rage. With grief.

“Your mine. No one will touch you again. No one. I promise.” The Prince rambled, thrusts becoming sloppier as his shaft throbbed within you.

You arched into his touch, feeling pleasure begin to bloom in your core, the tell tale signs of your release getting close.

Aemond atop Aegon in the Dining Hall, pretty hands wrapped around the pale throat of the King, squeezing.

“My beautiful wife,” He moaned, fingers gently swiping through your folds and back to your pearl. “My beautiful zaldrīstos. Always been yours. Always.”

“Fuck.” You puffed, feeling your release begin to rise inside.

Aemond in black. Black robes to match yours. Hand in hand. One.

“Can feel you gripping me. You’re close. Such a good wife.” You mewled, feeling your core clench around his cock, “Sȳz riña.” Good girl.

Mine.

Blinding white pleasure burst through you, spreading up through your body as you cried out, tears leaking down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, relishing in the pleasure that he brought you.

“Konīr, ñuha gevie ābrazȳrys.” There, my beautiful wife, He cooed, swiping your bud gently as he fucked you through your release.

”Ñuha ābrazȳrys.” My wife, Aemond’s thrusts became sloppier, hips clapping into yours as you laid limply beneath him, legs going numb, “Ñuha jorrāelagon. Avy jorrāelan. Eman va moriot jorrāelatan ao.”

My love.

I love you.

I have always loved you.

Aemond shuddered, thrusting into you deeply as he came, his seed spurting deep inside of you, filling your womb. He held still above you as he moaned, pressing his forehead to yours as his cock throbbed inside of you.

Eman va moriot jorrāelatan ao. I have always loved you.

You laid beneath him as you caught your breath, limbs tingling with pleasure. But as the pleasure subsided, the pain returned, and you shifted beneath him as sharp throbs pulled up from your core.

Another tear fell from your cheek.

Avy jorrāelan. My love.

You sniffed, shifting beneath him, pulling your hips backwards, his softening cock pulling out from within you. You hissed, shifting again to lay limply back on the bed. Aemond leant back to look at you, a hand moving to cradle your cheek as he looked at you.

“Iksā ñuhon.” You are mine.

Mine.

Always.

Since the day you were born. Till the day you would die.

Another tear slid down your face, and Aemond’s hand quickly swiped it away.

“Iksā ȳgha. Issa sepār nyke.” You’re safe. It’s just me.

Another tear.

“Y/n…” Aemond murmured, laying down on to the bed beside you, pulling you against him and the sheets over the top of you both. He tucked your head beneath his, and pulled you close to his bare chest.

He was warm, and smelt of him.

Familiar.

Safe.

“Nyke kivigon naejot ao, ossēninna mirre mēre qilōni renigon ao arlī.” I swear to you, I will kill anyone who touches you again.

And you believed him.

That night you slept beside each other, pressed against him, inhaling deeply as you shuddered through the pain that ebbed inside of you. Though soon enough from exhaustion, from grief, from rage, or the comfort of false safety, you fell to sleep in his arms and dreamt of nothing.

No nightmares of serpents. No dreams of whispering vipers, or the calling voices of your aunt and brother. No dreams of falling. No dreams of Godswood’s which spoke to you. Or Aegon’s grin in the dark.

Nothing.

When you woke, you were still in Aemond’s arms, his fingers on your hip tracing lazy runes across the skin. Aemond sensed that you had woken and gripped you tighter to him, placing a kiss atop the crown of your head.

“Did you sleep?” He asked, sleep in his voice.

“I did.” You murmured, “Did you?”

Aemond did not answer.

And soon the maids arrived, as they always did, to ready you for the day, and provided the two of you with breakfast. Aemond helped you to stand, and wrapped you tightly in the gown beside your bed, your bruised neck bare to the room.

When he led you to sit at the table, he pulled out your seat and helped to push you in, pausing beside you as you looked up at him. It looked as though he wished to say something. But he didn’t.

As the two of you sat opposite of each other, eating your breakfast in a terse tension and environment. Unsure of how to move forward. Unsure of how to go back. Unsure of how to talk to him without mentioning the day prior, or the days before that.

But Aemond had changed. And you were changing too. And his usual greens had turned to black, and his entire demeanour had shifted. Aemond could be an ally. And you needed to work him to it.

Reaching across the table you helped yourself to a large star fruit, relishing in the way Aemond followed your hand.

Star fruit.

Always the star fruit.

You feared that you were growing to hate your favourite fruit, and the secrets that it held.

Another thing taken from you.

But, you digressed, and ate at it with sticky and unsteady hands, tearing it to pieces upon your plate, barely containing the visible anger that shook you to your core. The visible anger that just simmered beneath the surface of you.

Where is your fire?

It had never gone.

Not truly.

It was always there.

But fire needed to be tended to. Fire needed to be kept safe. Fire could burn out quicker than when needed if it burnt everything in its path. If there was nothing for it to burn or hold onto. But Aemond loved your fire. He encouraged it. He provoked it, and prodded it, and disturbed it, and added to the flames.

And you did the same for him.

How long until you burn each other?

How long until the both of your flames sizzle out?

Small talk was exchanged as you ate.

“What is to happen to us?” You asked quietly, unsure of how to broach the conversation. Unsure of how to bring attention to the three Kings guards who could still possibly be outside your chambers waiting.

“I will go back to performing my duties as I always have.”

Always.

“Are you sure the King wants you to?”

“He could not rule without me.” Aemond’s tone was clipped.

Poorly hidden rage.

You hummed, licking the nectar of the fruit form your fingers, Aemond’s eye watching the way your tongue darted out to gather the juice.

The way your tongue had gathered his blood.

You cleared your throat, pushing away the insecurities and fear that began to rise again.

“And what of me?”

Aemond looked at you intently as he put his cutlery down on the table.

“He will not touch you again.” His voice held conviction.

You believed him.

“Yes, but what am I to do?”

“Do as you were. Keep up appearances. Go to the Gardens that you love so dearly, and read. Go to the Godswood and pray. Seek haven in the Library as we did as children. Do as you please as a Princess of the realm.”

“Anything but leave.” You pointed out.

Aemond did not respond.

“But what if-“ You began.

“Aegon will be in my sight at all times. And if he is not, I will come straight to you.”

You stared at him.

Straight to you.

Always you.

“Promise me.”

Aemond leant back in his chair, “I think I have broken far too many promises to you. But I will give you my word instead. My word as the Prince, and my word as the unnamed Prince Regent.” He spoke softly, “My word as your husband. Kesan tepagon ao tolvie run.”

I will give you everything.

“And if you break your word?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Then you may bring fire as you always have.”

Days go past, and you and Aemond keep a routine together, creating a new one from the broken pieces of the last. You eat, you sleep, and you fuck. You have breakfast together, and he goes to the King to fulfil his duties. You read together by the fire in your chambers. You speak to one another more about the books you read. About memories past. About anything, and everything, but what haunts you both.

You return to the gardens like you had once before, book in hand, though not reading.

Thinking.

Plotting.

How to win the war.

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lynxindisguise · 2 months

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monday snippet

ty for the reverse uno @impishtubist <3

Silk and velvet against his skin, Sirius opens his eyes to an outline of unruly curls before a crackling fire. Finally. “Remus?” His husband turns from his crouched position, ash smudged on his cheek. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He lets out a sultry moan. “Come back to bed.” “M-my king?” Remus stammers, eyes wide. It’s then that he notices his plain, ill-fitting clothes and the pile of firewood at his side. The chances that this is some elaborate role-play lessens with each second of awkward silence that stretches between them. Why is it never simple? “I... erm...” “Go back to sleep, your majesty.” Remus gathers the firewood and scurries away. Well at least he knows where he is.

tagging @fruityindividual @kaaaaaaarf @kaleidoscopexsighs @spindrifters @wanderingdonut @vajazzly

#tag game #everywhere everything #merlin au

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myreia · 1 month

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

thanks for the tag, @thevikingwoman and @bearlytolerant, ty frens!

tagging: @roguelioness @lilas @galadae @ellstersmash @fourteenthz

@tsunael @birues @ardberts @gatheredfates @anneapocalypse

@impossible-rat-babies @coldshrugs @gefiltefished @consulaaris

sorry if you've been tagged before, I have... lost track of who has done what. 😂 No pressure, ofc! 💖 tags also for anyone else who would like to share their writing! Feel free to tag me even if I didn't tag you or even if we're not mutuals, I'd love to see what you're working on!!

These are from published (and one unpublished) ffxiv fics. Because a lot of my favourite Aureia lines happen within the context of banter, I had a hard time deciding what to cut and where.

— 1: Far From Happenstance [ARR]

“What’s that thing on your arm?” “This? Ah… well… Perhaps this conversation is best saved for later, perhaps in a less conspicuous place?” “Or we could have it now. Your choice.”

— 2: Uncertainty [ARR]

“Tailing unsuspecting women about the city is nothing to be proud of.” “I have done nothing of the sort! Our meetings have been no more than happenstance, a quirk of nature drawing us to the same spot at the same time. I assure you, Aureia, I am not following you—” She stifles a snort, laughter tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh…” He blows out a breath. “Oh, you’re joking? That was a joke. You have an unfair sense of humour…” “Don’t make yourself such an easy target next time.”

— 3: To Ash and Ember [ARR]

Lahabrea stares at her, startled out of his victory, mouth twisted with contempt. “How—” Aureia raises a hand, palm sheathed in blinding light. “Get the fuck out of him, you bastard.”

— 4: Sand and Stone [ARR]

“This is good for us,” she says quietly. “The Scions, I mean. We’re exposed here. Ascians, Garleans… it’s only a matter of time before they try again. Mor Dhona will afford us some means of protection we’ve lost.”

— 5: Bitter Frost [ARR/HW]

“You press on,” she says after a moment. She cups her palm between them, subconsciously pulling on the aether around her. A faint flame sizzles to life, warming her fingers. “Guilt can only carry you so far before it bleeds you dry. Just know that the next time… the next time will be different. Better.”

— 6: Divergence of the Heart, Chp 5 [HW]

“I don’t care what they say about me. I’m a hero to some, a villain to others. I can live with it.” “You should not have to. If there was a way—” “Please, Aymeric, I’m begging you not to draft a new statute on my behalf. You can’t decree change and expect centuries-old beliefs to shift overnight.”

— 7: Divergence of the Heart, Chp 7 [HW]

“Happiness? What makes you think I’m happy with this? With any of this?” “You’re the Warrior of Light. Defender of Eorzea and a beacon of hope. Blessed by Hydaelyn and beloved by all. What possible reason could you have not to be?” “Oh, fuck you.”

— 8: Divergence of the Heart, Chp 8 [HW]

She blinks. It shouldn’t be more simple than that. Does he not comprehend why this is so profoundly embarrassing? “And..?” “And how would this fact be of such radical importance that it would be the sole cause of a change in my opinion of you? Do you believe it so crucial to your identity that I should judge you differently for it?” “No, I don’t think that at all. I suppose I feel I’m… a failure, somehow. As a person.”

— 9: For All the Truths Left Unspoken [HW]

“Oh? Because you seem a little haggard, Thancred. Why don’t you look me in the eye and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed at all, for that matter.” “It is not your concern—” “No, but you could have at least done the decency of admitting what was going on before you started fucking my friend.”

— 10: A Question of Desire [HW]

She cuts him off with a kiss. [Aymeric] groans softly, leaning into it, and she laughs with delight. “Save it for later,” she murmurs against his mouth.

— 11: Bound by Faith, Chp 2 [ShB]

“Under pain of further admonishment, I told her what I could.” “Nothing unfavourable, I trust,” she says drolly. “Who do you take me for, Aur?” “An idiot, if I’m being honest. Next question?” “…stumbled right into that one, didn’t I?” “Yes.” Her eyes sparkle with fondness. “You did.”

— 12: Bound by Faith, Chp 2 [ShB]

“There. That’s it. Aureia was a name I took by chance. Not because I wanted it, but because I needed it. An alias intended for Ul’dah alone, one I intended to relinquish the moment I could escape the city. But then you called me Aur and it… stuck.” She hesitates, her voice breaking. “I don’t know why it felt right, but it did. You gave me a name, Thancred, without even realizing that that was what you were doing.”

— 13: Bound by Faith, Chp 4 [ShB]

“They don’t hurt. At least, not like this. Sometimes, with astral fire…” She closes her eyes and swallows hard. “He did something to me, Thancred. Whether it was his intention or not, he left a mark that is more than skin deep. Like a part of his aether was seared onto mine. It makes me powerful, yes, but… my magic is not always controlled. It’s never been the same since then.”

— 14: Untitled Post-5.3. Fic, Chp 2

She glances at him and finds him glaring at her. It’s not a real glare—behind the dark look and mock exasperation is a knowing smile. “She’s taken full reign of the apartment. Mess everywhere. Looks like a tempest went through the place.” “Far too easy to imagine that.” “I don’t know where she gets it from.” “Oh, I know for certain. That’s the influence of your bad habits, not mine—” “I—listen here, you ass—” “Oh, an ass, am I? Bit early to deteriorate to name calling, no?”

— 15: Untitled Post-5.3. Fic, Chp 4

“Aur… that suite I mentioned earlier… I was quite serious about it.” “The suite or the sex you want to have with me in it?” “The whole matter.” She pauses, holding the soup out to him. “You should finish it,” she says quietly.

#aureia malathar #writing tag #oc tag

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razrogue · 3 months

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writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @omgkalyppso (TY!!! 💜)

Baby, You're The Devil I Know (Ascended Astarion/Gan (Tav), Baldur's Gate 3, part of a series, mature): The palace's south entrance door closed with a heavy thud behind them as they set off across the rampart.

Forgive Me (Ascended Astarion/Gan (Tav), Baldur's Gate 3, part of a series, explicit): It had been eight days since they were due to originally arrive back home.

he was not nice... (Astarion/Tav, Astarion/Durge, Astarion/Reader, Baldur's Gate 3, one-shot, teen): …but he could be kind.

til death do us part (Ascended Astarion/Tav, Baldur's Gate 3, part of a series, teen): he'd asked them for eternity. one fateful day in a dark dungeon as they walked past cells filled with those who'd been lured into a vampire's grasp.

thanks to you (Astarion/Gan (Tav), Baldur's Gate 3, part of a series, teen): Astarion couldn’t recall as a spawn or from his previous life, having anyone on his side that looked after him.

imitation is the sincerest form of flattery (His Majesty & Ascended Astarion, Baldur's Gate 3, one-shot, teen): “So the thief has come to grovel before me?”

a lyric on your tongue (Astarion/Gan (Tav), Baldur's Gate 3, part of a series, teen): Astarion mindlessly twirled the curly end of their braid between his fingers as they rested at the side of the lake.

Nocturnal Cravings (Ascended Astarion/Gan (Tav), Baldur's Gate 3, part of a series, explicit): "Sure mate, I'm up for some fancy swill!"

Always a Price (Ascended Astarion/Gan (Tav), Baldur's Gate 3, part of a series, mature): Standing a short distance from the platform, Gan watched as the smaller runes around the room began glowing in preparation as Astarion centered himself in the runic circle on the ground before Cazador’s coffin.

Unwalked Paths (Dorothea Arnault/Zenia Dzifa (My Unit), Fire Emblem Three Houses, one shot, teen): The ashes might have settled but the remnants of the war would still be felt for some time to come.

No obligation tagging: @bhaalbaaby @mightymizora @tragedybunny @grandmother-goblin and anyone who sees this consider yourself tagged!!!

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changelingsandothernonsense · 7 months

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Back doing wips

Tagged by @mareenavee Thanks for sticking with me while I'm being highly transient <3

It's been almost a month since I last did one of these. Mostly because I'm tired and drained by some IRL issues... We do have art and writing though. I'm still creating, just being more choosy as to who and when I share my work.

So youse are getting drip-fed Joshi instead.

4th era Joshi painting. I can't wait to detail those Mourning and Attonement scars.

And more progress on Dwifi! Look at him tying up his hair. Starting on his scaring. Poor guy misses that nipple! Writing and surprise screen under the cut <3

Also shhhhhh I made him in BG3 and he looks fantastic.

Ok a little bit of writing. Getting caught by ash creatures whilst diving through Kogoruhn.

He was blinded by a flash, green light invading in vision. A sudden pressure against his chest, winding him. He coughed, gasping for air. His limbs once again felt like lead. Teldryn’s vision blurred, darkness slowly overcoming him. Voices chittering, screeching. Lost and blind. Purposeless. From somewhere across the room Teldryn heard heavy, hollow breaths. A tugging at his armour. He felt something pulling him upright as the room went dark.

Images, words, screams all flashed before him as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Long, endless hallways. The cursed passing by as if he wasn’t there at all. Their eyes hollow, their skin dry and pale, like the ash that surrounded them. Odd growth distorted the forms of some. Reminiscent of a fate he thought he’d already outrun.

Blood, paper, sigils. Dreamers mindlessly chanted as they etched the symbols into the dust. Hollow sockets and wide mouths. Towering creatures with proboscises, trunks. Motheaten robes stirring up dust.

Furniture stacked and coins obsessively arranged.

“The chairs. The tables. All confused,” the words fell from his lips, his own and yet not. He didn’t remember opening his mouth. His head lulled to the side and his limbs refused to move, as much as he tried to fight. He was being dragged deeper and deeper into the ruin. An aqueduct, long, labyrinthian. Its tunnels like the winding canals of Vivec City’s extensive sewer network. Long winding tunnels that seemingly went on forever. Stagnant water pooled under his dragging feet. There was a collapsed section of plaster. An earthen tunnel carved into the citadel’s foundations. A shabby wooden door blocked the way forward. The creature dragged him through it and into a cool, dark cavern. Large braziers illuminated the seemingly endless tunnels. Cauldrons of flesh, piles of infected tissue. Each vessel was crowded over by several, withered forms. Fighting and tearing at each other in an attempt to feast upon the festering viscera. He could feel them pull at his mind. Enticing him. Compelling him to join. No!

‘These are the gifts I offer, Moon-and-Star.’ No!

‘Do not take their offers. They promise and they promise but they are all hollow, Lukal. Hollow. I know you can resist. That you’ll come back to me.’

He promised he’d come back.

“Erra, I’m-“

Teldryn felt himself being tossed to the floor. Landing on his chest with enough force to wind him again. A pair of thin, withered feet came into view. Red cloth, faded over the aeons. Muscles, lean and dehydrated. Skin covered in ash. The creature towered over him. Its piercing red eyes bore into his soul. Finding his uncertainty. He’d been here once, dreaming. The same creature reaching for him as this horror did now.

“My Lord said you’d come to us, Teldryn Sero. And it looks like he was right,” The creature closed the space between them, lifting Teldryn’s chin in its bony fingers. Clouded red eyes darting, almost studying him. A look of disappointment twisted its features as it let him go.

“I always thought you’d look more like him,” the creature tutted, “or be at least as imposing. All that talk and she sends you.”

“I,” Teldryn choked out, “I what?”

The creature regarded him, a smile twisting his lips, “An incarnate who doesn’t resemble the soul he walks in the shadow of. Oh, how fitting.”

Teldryn could feel some of the sensation come back to his fingers. He needed to focus his magicka. Stall for time. By the gods his head was swimming. He needed to keep this ash fuck talking for as long as he could.

“What are you on about?” Teldryn whispered, struggling to form the words.

The creature frowned, a taloned finger scratching its chin. The thing’s elaborately coiled beard tangled as he ran his fingers through it.

“Curious, I wonder how much you do remember, Lord Nerevar. Are you really still in the habit of trusting Daedra Lords? Has she not led you down this path before? Why do you persist, Star-Blessed hero?”

#my art #my wips #teldryn sero #dunmer #danger!josh #skyrim #morrowind #the elder scrolls #tesblr

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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AYRENN (the exile) // FAYE (resident evil)

LHYSA (the witcher/dragon age) // PAIGE (kotsam)

VANJA (aot) // VERLAINE (the golden rose)

the dearest @leviiackrman and @preachercuster tagged me to make the loves in this cutest picrew! ty so much!

tagging: @risingsh0t, @griffin-wood, @confidentandgood, @blackreaches, @adelaidedrubman, @preachercuster, @marivenah, @pheedraws, @arklay, @rosebarsoap, @jackiesarch, @chuckhansen, @lustyargonianmaid, @celticwoman, @saintsilver, @loriane-elmuerto, @shellibisshe, @queennymeria, @blissfulalchemist, @aceghosts, @florbelles, @belorage, @amistrio, @redroci, @hoesephseed, and @nokstella and you!

#only if you want to of course! 🌿💚#and if i missed you please take this as ur tag! also if you’ve done this already please feel free to ignore 🖤🖤#oc: ayrenn urthemiel #oc: faye marlowe #oc: lhysa #oc: paige furlan #oc: vanja tybur #oc: verlaine vicente #(okay also miiiight think of putting paigey in s*tranger th*ings? maybe? ghost hunting? but monsters! her thing! maybe?)#(she could be a horror writer? or horror scriptwriter? still a big fan of s*tevie n*icks ✨😌)#fayes hair is a dark brown instead of brown but hehehhe if u know u know on who’s jacket that is *cough* leon ✨🥴#ayrenn and her broken arm ✨🥴 i once again believe everyone in plaithus NEEDS to thank sabir ✨😌#bc he’s the ONLY reason she’s deciding against making her wish that she’ll see plaithus in ashes! bc OO boy after that went down?#at the parade? OOHHH she was thinking. but she chose to have back what she lost! for the sole reason of a particular silven viper hehe #paigey and her little red streaks in her hair ✨🥺 BB book 1 and 2 the strands are blonde and in book 3 she dyed them red!#is of the sound mind that yes the way to solve and inconvenience or stress is to dye your hair ✨😌🥀#vanjas hair has a faint red undertone but the way she looks adorable in this! that they all do? ty so much macy + jess 🖤🖤#leg.ocs #leg.tagged #t: picrews

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xxswagcorexx · 1 year

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watching this au somewhat-flesh out in the tags like heeehoo giggling and twirling my hair etc. thank u for sharing its really cool to hear about this especially your reasonings behind things :) and the au name FUCKS btw 10/10 on that one (you can take this as a free space to ramble more about it if you like)

AHHH TYSM ANON!! ive been having a lot of fun with au (but im a lil. tapped out for ideas, but the general idea is that you can do. Whatever you want with this [wowie just like actual mythology!] so!! feel free to add on/make ur own/be inspired or whatever from this ^_^ most of this is mostly what i feel from Vibes anyways [and i would be very very happy to see any content in general so !!!])

ANYWAYS going to use this an opportunity to ramble about clown and spoke!! this is gonna focus more on their myths rather than their cults bc. i have a clearer image abt their myths than their cults (and vice versa for ash and red)

ANYWAYS lets start of with clown! ^_^ for some context, clown's username used to be godlysins (which is something he only went by for a little bit, he's been using clownpierce for a Lot longer) but basically id imagine he'd start off as a god, and after some time his mythology would be about him rejecting godhood and being able to complete impossible tasks as a mortal (also he gets a name change, pissing off any historians trying to study him <3), so essentially functioning as a greek hero in this au (also bc i think there's this cool quote of him saying that he's human, so that's a fun tie in!). anyways he's popular among warriors and looked up by anyone who wants to accomish something really hard :)

i also mentioned spoke being an import god in my tags where i mentioned clown, and that idea is mostly because iirc he got a lot of his powers from a hypixel exploit? don't quote me on that though im not very caught up on his lore (or ls lore in general </3 i cant watch streams bc of School and energy levels) . anyways since he seemingly got his powers from a 3rd party, id imagine (similar to the original theory about dionysus' origin before we found his name in older records) that spokes origin myths would have him coming from some far off land and having arcane powers compared to the other god bc he got it from somewhere else ^_^ awesome! (also this is a Different reason to why i think ash is more of an import god bc ash is known for. a lot of things? like you cant really point where Most people know him, so that idea kinda transferred to him being an import god)

but YA! ty for the ask anon <3 i loveeeee thinking abt related ideas abt a topic so ^_^ tysm for the ask and giving me a chance to talk abt clown and spoke!!!

#mcyt #clownpierce #spokeishere #tw caps #media.warning.caps #into the pantheon #anyways more things in the tags #i think that with the prev ask whenever someone would mess up and sacrifice something wrong #ash and red would have the Option to either take the sacrifice (more power to themselves)#or let the other have it #(giving power that they were meant to have to the other)#so like. sharing powers in a way #and considering their religions are focused on personal success/material goods. insert theme of s.wagdoons and loyalty and trust here #also i mentioned this in the discord and was like 'hold up this sounds like marriage'#yk. sharing power and whatnot #so ??? congrats on them for having the most stable relationship ig #also i think like bedroom hymns by f.lorence + the machine would fit them #without the. [REDACTED] part. im mostly talking about the #'Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough' lyric #them core i think #anyways ramble over . im kinda juiced out for ideas for now but who knows. maybe ill talk abt it again one day!!!#but i do have more ideas for diff aus/concepts so. if u wanna hear DIFFERENT brainworms. my ask box is always open ^_^#anyways ty for the ask again! thank u feeding into my brain <3 #(someone please ask me abt my different ideas please. oooo u wanna hear about fallen angel ash and red soooo bad /lh)#ask.core

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ocdhuacheng · 2 months

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tagged by @iinane ty❤️❤️❤️

last song: hardest of hearts by Florence + the machine

favorite colors: blues

currently watching: 3 body problem and dungeon meshi

sweet/savory/spicy: depends on the day but mostly sweet

relationship status: lol

current obsession: juggling trigun and csm and three body (the trilogy not just the show) rn. Tgcf is still a background obsession tho.

last thing you googled: various weather models for the 8th 😔

tagging: @catboycrimsonrain @worldwright @vulpinesaint @gotinterest @ash-soka um anyone else who wants 🫡

#.txt #tumblr

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brothersonahotelbed · 3 months

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i was tagged by the lovely and wonderful @ashstfu to do this little game. thank you sm ash i love to do these <3 <3

last song – "asystole" by hayley williams

currently watching – supernatural, the witcher, swarm, btvs (i like to jump around between shows because my mood shifts a lot <3)

currently reading – wuthering heights and the driving book: everything new drivers need to know but don't know to ask (lol 😭)

current favorites – stella rosa wine, 70% cacao chocolate, ghost lore, different shades of blue next to each other, cold rain, the way my hair's been growing in since i shaved it, my solitude, sending letters with little treasures inside, the album bad company – 1974

@nervous-young-dog @morgue-me @probablymoons @joanofarccoded @transgenderfreak @teddylou @loserville-ty @vnapologeticapathy @weenhands + any of my mutuals who'd like to <3

#loquitur

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outpost51 · 4 months

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ROY G BIV tag

tagged by @void-botanist over here, ty ilysm bb <3

Rules: Search your your writing for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.

low/no pressure tagging: @sparatus @thetrashbagswasteland @teamdilf @omniblades-and-stars @lag-train @commander-krios @vacantgodling

shoving the rest below a cut for dash courtesy, also violence

RED

from Stellar Parallax, Chapter 2: Red Fish, Blue Fish

You could die, you fool! “Better dead than whatever the fuck you want me to be,” Jane rasped. It screamed with a thousand voices. Her ears felt wet. Metallic salt seeped into her mouth. She was on the ground. Pieces of the beacon rained down around her. Rain poured into her mouth and nose, washing blood into her sinuses and making her choke until she retched. Faces blurred in and out of view, vaguely familiar ones and one she remembered for sure, stark white against the blood red sky. It looked wrong, though, and it took until ship engines howled overhead and unconsciousness had nearly taken her away to figure out why. Fear didn’t look right on the bogeyman.

ORANGE

from Stellar Parallax, Chapter 9: Unshackled

Jane had been hospitalized for two weeks following the Skyllian Shitshow — less for the gunshot wound and more for ‘being a danger to herself and others’. The food had been unremarkable at best; allegedly, psych ward ate better than regular hospital patients for morale reasons, and all she could think at the time was how much it would suck to be bedridden and eat worse food than the shit they shoved at her through the door hatch. The worst had been tomato bisque, viscous and orange and somehow tasting of nothing but black pepper and whatever pills they’d ground up and mixed in.

YELLOW

from Stellar Parallax, Chapter 7: H(a)unt

Nihlus stepped between Jane and the stairs, but before she could chew him out for blocking her shot, his body rippled, organic flesh burning to ash and floating away. The thing that looked back at her had too many eyes and too-sharp teeth and the tree beneath the endless glass ocean shattered the surface with spires. The spires stretched up, up, up to the ceiling, like children begging for a parent’s love. But the great black ships were just things made of metal and wires and hate. They weren’t capable of love. Some monstrous creature painted up with white and blue kissed her brow with the muzzle of a Vindicator. Its fingers looked like the spires still growing towards the stars, and its mouth was peeled back in a permanent grin. Jane’s lip curled up to match. She would show these things she had teeth, too. That hers weren’t an empty threat. That she had used them before and would use them again. Behind the shadowy figures presiding over her trial for crimes against the Old Machines, a yellow-striped geth uncloaked. Its big yellow eye stayed trained on her Firestorm like it was the biggest threat in the room. She’d just killed a man with a plastic fork. She didn’t need a gun to be dangerous.

GREEN

from Stellar Parallax, Chapter 4: Unfortunate Things

Jane didn’t have clothes of her own since they had to evacuate so quickly, so he’d gladly given up one of his PT shirts and a pair of sleep shorts once Williams and Dr. Chakwas got her cracked out of her armor. She practically drowned in them, but they did the job, even if they made her look so incredibly small. She’d always been on the shorter end, and all the muscle she put on over the years still didn’t bulk out her scrawny frame much more, but she was so… larger than life, it was easy to forget how physically unimposing she looked out of armor and not armed to the teeth. And with teeth, too. Unfortunate things happen in battle, John. Ruthless. That’s what they’d called her after Torfan. If he believed nothing else, he knew that descriptor was true, especially after their final test in N-school. Especially after she’d gunned down a retreating man. Her eyes had looked so hollow afterwards; he’d expected anger, something hot and hissing, coiled up like a viper ready to strike, but there was no life in that deep green lake. That looked personal, Commander. It was. He couldn’t reconcile that person with the small, fragile thing lying so concerningly still under so many blankets – they’d had a hard time getting her body temperature stable, Dr. Chakwas said. They had to sedate her, too, and it had taken Nihlus to restrain her long enough to get the IV catheter in. What had that thing done to her?

BLUE

from Stellar Parallax, Chapter 12: Dig (unpublished)

The seagrass had been lost to the river for a long time, but the river couldn’t take that memory from her, of a scrawny boy with minnow-grey plates and eyes like tidepools. “Really?” Garrus drawled. “I give you the last of my lunch, and this is the thanks I— ack!” Jane shook the tingle from her knuckles and pushed off his keel, then offered him the same hand. “Stabbed a salarian with your fork, too,” she snorted. “So that’s two I owe you. You look good.” Her mouth curled up. “Even without the tinfoil hat.” Garrus rubbed the sore spot from his throat as he stood. “Think I liked you in the hospital gown better,” he groused. A blue flush had already darkened his throat. “You’re still a bad liar, Garrus Vakarian.” Jane socked his bicep and turned back to their shore party.

INDIGO

from Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey, Chapter 1: Hello World

It’s dark when she enters, save for a floor lamp in the corner. One of the show droids, the rabbit, lurks beside the chair that’s turned away from her, a hulking indigo mass that looks far fucking bigger than it does on stage. Someone has traded its stage look for a far more muted suit, finely tailored pinstripes emphasizing every inhuman bend and curve and making it appear taller, endless, looming.

VIOLET

i know i used pink shhhshhh from The Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself, Chapter 6: Playing With Fire

Taking another breath, Dillon pushed all thoughts of Zadimus being an asshole out of her mind. He was right, not that she’d admit it out loud. The line of energy glowed a dull violet as it stretched on and on, deep underground, as far as she could sense. She flexed her fingers towards her feet, then closed them, trying to feel the hum solidifying in her hands as she guided it upward. The less she strained, the easier it got to pull, and the higher it rose, the stronger the buzz became until finally she felt it right beneath her feet, tingling her arches where she balanced on it like a tightrope.

#sneeps.txt #stellar parallax #blinding neon #unlikely adventures

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castawavy · 1 year

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15 oc questions - tag game

I was tagged by @madeofcc (ty for the tag ben!) he answered for his ocs ic so I think I will too, and answer for my new ocs 💟

1) are you named after anyone?

ophelia: ‘I don’t think so! I know that there’s a Shakespeare character called Ophelia but she drowns... so I hope it’s not her- I think my parents just liked the name!’

lyra: ‘oh well... I was named after a star I think?’

ren: ‘my full name is laurent, but I don’t use it much. My mother was french so she picked the name, but she always called me ren’

jude: ‘errr no clue- my parents just named me randomly I guess, my little brother’s called ash’

2) when was the last time you cried?

ophelia: ‘god, all the time. I cried recently watching Mulan.’

lyra: ‘I’ve been keeping it together for awhile now.’

ren: ‘recently. I was opening up to a friend and I ended up crying, I was a little drunk though...’

jude: ‘my dad was in hospital recently and I felt like crying, but I didn’t. I know that’s weird of me, but it’s hard to’

3) do you have kids?

ophelia: ‘ew, no! I don’t even want to think about that...’

lyra: ‘no.’

ren: ‘erm, no. I’m way too young. also I’ve never really considered children, it seems more hassle than it’s worth.’

jude: ‘hah! no. I’d maybe like them one day though... but that’s something for another day.’

4) do you use sarcasm?

ophelia: ‘guilty!’

lyra: ‘not really. I don’t really like that type of humor. ophelia does it to jude alot.’

ren: ‘not especially. I’m more of a fan of self deprecation. I know... it’s not good but it’s how I’ve learned to cope, alright?’

jude: ‘no, it’s cheap.’ 😒

5) whats the first thing you notice about people?

ophelia: ‘their breath! if you have bad breath I notice right away eugh!’

lyra: ‘um. their eyes I guess, like, what colour they are maybe?’

ren: ‘I usually notice their mannerisms, like I always try to guess how someone is feeling based on their body language.

jude: ‘face mostly. I don’t know!’

6) what’s your eye colour?

ophelia: ‘I have brown eyes, like my parents do!’

lyra: ‘I don’t know err, black eyes I guess?’

ren: ‘brown’

jude: ‘brown’

7) scary movies or happy endings?

ophelia: ‘happy endings! I hate sad endings! I was devastated at the ending of The Haunting of Bly Manor- I even like when horror ends happy and I was really rooting for them!’

lyra: ‘scary movies. I love horror, but I don’t watch fims much’.

ren: ‘I’m not really into horror.’

jude: ‘spoookeh! I love a good horror, the more gory the better too, like, I wanna see blood and guts.’

8) any special talents?

ophelia: ‘well there’s my affinity, anything I draw with magic on paper comes to life, i’d say that’s pretty special!’

lyra: ‘what? like my affinity? I can read minds... I’m a psychic, but I don’t know if that’s that special... a lot of people have a psychic affinity.’

ren: ‘I’m really good at painting.’

jude: ‘dude, watch this!’

9) where were you born?

ophelia: ‘los angeles!’

lyra: ‘I don’t really know to be honest... I was abandoned by my mum at a mall so... yeah.’

ren: ‘lyon! but my parents also lived in london for awhile.’

jude: ‘new york. god I miss it...’

10) what are your hobbies?

ophelia: ‘errr I watch a lot of reality tv, I also play simulation games like the sims, stardew valley- those kinds of games’.

lyra: ‘I play a lot of video games. I really like Destiny, but also horror games like Dead by Daylight, and Resident Evil- yeah, I play a lot of games, just look at my steam library instead maybe. Sometimes I stream them, but I don’t use webcam so...’

ren: ‘painting and drawing... I don’t really do much else, but I like this one game I have on my laptop called Mini Motorways- it’s really relaxing’.

jude: ‘watching movies, reading comics, playing guitar... I like a lot of things, and I watch a lot of Youtube as well! I also play basketball.’

11) have you any pets?

ophelia: ‘no... and my mom wouldn’t let me get a snake’

lyra: ‘oh yeah, we have two dogs. a pomeranian named apple and a sausage dog called bean- my dad’s are really bad at naming animals’.

ren: ‘no, but there’s a cat with socks that comes into my garden sometimes.’

jude: ‘we have a cat. she loves me more than she loves my mom-heh’.

12) what sports do you play / have you played?

ophelia: ‘HA. I don’t ‘sport’.

lyra: ‘next question.’

ren: ‘I sometimes play football with my friends. I do it socially, I’m not that interested in sports.’

jude: ‘oh ya, like I said earlier, I play some basketball sometimes!’

13) how tall are you?

ophelia: ‘five foot eight! I’m pretty tall actually.’

lyra: ‘I’m about five three.’

ren: ‘err, five foot ten I think- I haven’t checked in awhile though.’

jude: ‘six one. you can measure me if you like, I’ll prove it.’

14) favourite subject in school?

ophelia: ‘I really like geography and textiles.’

lyra: ‘art is the most relaxing... I hate school to be honest’.

ren: ‘art, but I like history a lot as well.’

jude: ‘errr physics, or maths. I like maths as well.’

15) dream job?

ophelia: ‘I’d like to work in media! working on a tv set would be really fun, or a costume set!’

lyra: ‘if I could earn money playing video games I’d do that. yeah.’

ren: ‘well, I’d like to be an artist but that’s not always realistic. My second choice would be a job that doesn’t cause me any stress, or working outside somewhere...’

jude: ‘I haven’t really thought about that.’

im gonna tag @itsmariejanel, @sadnesshotline @rebouks @pralinesims @astralsi and @verthu ! (but don’t feel like you have to hehe) 💟

#tag game #s: ophelia #s: lyra #s: ren #s: jude

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