#wip: the birth of paradise
Note
"i hate the way that i dont hate you"
This one was so much fun to write, and it helped distract me from this migraine lol, so thank you so much! I hope you enjoy a small adventure for Pedra and Josephine as they try to outrun an angry pirate crew💖
TW for sword-fighting violence, and a moment of misgendering
The Birth of Paradise - Impossible To Hate You - 1.5k
Pedra was a whirlwind of intrigue. She was bright and funny and full of infectious energy. On a good day, her confidence could inspire those with even the weakest convictions to fight. Josephine adored her spirit, her unapologetic nature, and her passion for life— As well as her passion for Josephine, in particular.
Of course, her thirst for adventure led the crew down some troublesome paths. It wasn’t often that they could go one day without a fight. Passing ships, merchants, random tavern customers minding their business— Pedra always found a way to set them off. Some days, they could dispatch their opponents with ease and make off with a new sword or a bit of gold. Other times, their foes were a little too tough for their liking, and they’d have to run back to their ship.
This was one of those days.
Josephine hadn’t paid any attention to the people entering the tavern. That was for Pedra and the crew to handle, while she made some extra money outside with her music. The soft strumming of her laud brought a bit of tranquility to the humid, bustling docks. Some of the townsfolk even stopped for a moment to listen. It wasn’t the grand audience Josephine had dreamed of, but even this sparse group of generous ears filled her with pride.
Then, there was a long, boisterous bellow from inside the tavern. Josephine quickly stuffed the money she had earned into her bag, already anticipating a sprint for the ship. Sure enough, Lucio and his boys rushed out of the building, arms full of coins and food that spilled onto the ground. Pedra wasn’t with them, though.
“Lucio,” Josephine said, grabbing his arm before he could run, “what happened?”
“Card game,” he said. “We may have cheated a bit.”
The sounds of clashing metal echoed from inside the tavern. Josephine groaned into her hand as she heard Pedra laughing and grunting, a clear sign that she was caught in a duel.
“She couldn’t help herself, could she?”
Lucio chuckled. “Just remember, senora, you chose to run away with her.”
Josephine rolled her eyes and dashed into the tavern. A glass of something foul-smelling flew over her head and shattered against a wooden column. Sailors and barmaids were lined up in one big circle, cheering and throwing their drinks in delight. Josephine squeezed through the crowd and found Pedra in the middle. Her dark coat flowed like the ocean itself as she spun on her knees, her sword in her hands, deflecting the swing of another blade just short of her head.
This blade was long and chipped, worn from years of battle. At the end of its silver handle, there was a large and dirtied fist, and an even filthier smile. The opponent's head nearly reached the ceiling, with a ragged braid cascading from an old hat. Josephine had been around enough taverns to know that this was indeed another captain.
Her arms and neck seemed to bulge under her coat as she swung her sword down again and again. She was too slow for Pedra, who kept sliding around on the floor to evade her strikes. When Pedra saw Josephine, though, she faltered on her feet, and the taller pirate used the opportunity to knock her onto her back.
Before the sword could come down over her head, Josephine deflected it with her laud. The wood splintered under the metal, peppering Pedra’s hair as she rolled onto her feet again. The opposing captain growled and tore the broken laud from Josephine’s hand.
“Stay out of this, ye brat! I want this cheater’s head!”
Pedra scoffed. “Please, ma’am, I don’t have to cheat to beat you in cards.”
The captain clenched her fist, crushing the laud the rest of the way. “Shut yer mouth, ya filthy deckswabber! The sea is no place for little boys playing pretend.”
She flinched as her sword was suddenly slapped out of her hand, with a long slash along her palm. Josephine stood before her, holding Pedra’s sword, fury brimming in her dark eyes.
“Never call her that again,” she hissed.
“Ye just cut the Lord of the Sea… ye miserable wench!”
In the blink of an eye, Josephine was suddenly off of her feet and flying out of the tavern. Pedra had her over her shoulder, carrying her across the docks as she dodged civilians and carts full of goods. The captain burst through the door and pointed at the runaways.
“Stop them!”
They turned a corner and ran up a long staircase, with the captain’s crew pushing through the crowds to chase them.
“Why are we going through town?” Josephine yelled over her shoulder.
“I’m not leading them back to the ship,” Pedra said, “we’ll find another way around.”
“This is not how I wanted to die, Pedra!”
“You’re the one who slashed her hand open!”
“You tried to steal from a woman twice your size!”
They made it to the top of the hill, to a street full of houses. They jumped over crates and up onto the rooftops, but the captain still kept pace with them. She even took a whole crate in her hands and hurled it at Pedra. Bits of wood flew around them, and Josephine deflected them with the sword.
Eventually, they reached the end of the rooftops. The captain looked around for another crate while Pedra searched for an escape. A thick pole stood beside the house, with a long rope running from the top, all the way down to a pole at the very end of the docks. Pedra quickly removed her belt and hung it around the rope. Josie realized what she was planning, and she shook her head.
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s the only way, Josie.”
“I’m not strong enough.”
“Then hold on to me.” Pedra took back the sword and held her hands. “Please, mi amor. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
Even after all this time, the touch of Pedra’s rough, warm hands made Josephine’s heart flutter. Her embrace was a blanket of love and security. When she promised to protect her, Josephine believed it with all of her heart. She nodded her head and held Pedra tightly as they readied themselves.
“Are you ready?” Pedra asked.
“Is it too late to change my mind?”
“Yep!”
She jumped off the roof, gripping the belt as it slid down towards the docks. Josephine screamed, but as she felt the wind whip through her hair, she started to laugh. They were flying through the air like birds in a summer sky, unreachable to the world below. Just the two of them, for one beautiful moment in time.
As they neared the dock, Pedra suddenly shouted to her.
“Hold on tight!”
“What—”
She screamed again as Pedra released one side of the belt. They soared past the pole, over a crowd of civilians, and into the water with a loud crash. The waves tossed Josephine around a bit until she could finally reach the surface. Water burned her nose and throat as she coughed. When Pedra surfaced beside her, Josephine slapped the arm of her coat.
“Are you serious?! We could have hit the concrete and died! Why do I follow you anywhere?!”
Any bitterness in her words didn’t seem to register with Pedra. She just laughed and laughed, a sight that Josephine was struggling to stay mad at. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself. Rays of golden light made her damp, orange hair glow like a wildfire, as fierce and untamed as herself. Pedra was freedom incarnate, everything that Josephine had ever wanted. She crossed her arms and looked away, feeling the burn of her flustered face.
“You make it impossible to hate you.”
Pedra hummed and pulled her close. “I’m glad. You saved my life back there. I owe you a debt.”
“A new laud, to start.”
“The best in the world, hand-crafted by the gods of music—” She held her tighter. “Hold your breath.”
Josephine had enough time to take a breath before Pedra pulled her back underwater. Through the churning water, they could see the captain peering over the edge of the docks. She pointed at her crew, and they all ran along the water, searching for the runaways.
They waited a while under the ocean for the captain to be far enough away. Pedra’s eyes fell to Josephine, who held her face and stroked her cheek with a smile. She was a rose, sharp and beautiful, accented by the shimmering water like a living painting. Sailors used to share tales of sirens and mermaids, of goddesses that lived in the sea… Josephine put them all to shame. Her delicate hands pulled Pedra into a deep kiss, one that no wave, storm, or captain could break. With the sea itself as their witness, they would forever be one.
It wasn’t until their lungs burned with a need for air that they finally separated and swam to the surface. They held each other as they caught their breath, with hands tangled in hair and lips still brushing each other’s skin.
“Am I still a thorn in your side?” Pedra asked.
“Oh yes,” Josephine said, kissing her cheek firmly. “But I’d never get rid of you.”
#writeblr#ask games#wip: the birth of paradise#sorry if this is a mess#my brain has been fog for a while lol
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Route to Eutopia - New WIP IF
DEMO(28K) I CHARACTER DOSSIERS I PLAYLIST (TBA)
You have one year left to live.
But are you afraid of dying? Probably not. Since you don’t even know how to live your life. You have been hidden away from public eye since young. And the only friend you have is an Alter, humanoid species born to only serve other people and nothing else. Alters live so ‘people like you’ could live.
That makes the two of you. Alive. But never here. Never lived.
If opportunities arise, would you take a chance to change it? Only you can answer.
In a world where feeling nothing at all is better than letting your emotions rule over you, your choice to break those rules and make a change will paint a new shade of history that no one ever could.
Hidden behind shut doors to live your quiet life as a secret child of Bastien Palmer, Sole Leader of Eutopia paradise, you never experience anything except for repeating the same old routine your entire life. You are the existence which should not be known, not just for the reason that you are the byproduct of your father and his secret lover. But also because of your frightening ‘Alter-like’ eye color, most of it is silver like any Stargaze–but nevertheless… tinted shamefully by crimson streaks.
You are told to stay away from public eyes for the sake of Palmer’s reputation in which you feel obliged to. However, your life of peaceful solitude will never be the same again after tonight…
Route to Eutopia is a violent dystopian loosely-conceptual interactive story where you are a bystander surrounded by The Chosen One of your own choice. You are to designate whether this story will head towards the direction of mutual peace between Alters– a human-like species believed to be plagued by uncured disease since birth– and Stargazers —a group of survivors whose ancestors once lived on a faraway planet before an inevitable disaster occurred and forced them to flee into another dimension, or towards a doom fate that cannot be reversible.
To be noted; RtE is a heavily-relationship based game (not necessarily in platonic/romantic sense) each of your interactions with any character will determine the tone and purpose of their motivation. Any choice you have chosen, make sure to embrace the consequences of your action at your own expense.
With that being said, it is also worth mentioning that you don’t need to engage into a romance or specific relationship with any character to complete the story.
RtE also rated 18+ for strong language, suggestive contents, disturbing topics such as racism, sexism, discrimination against queer people, explicit descriptions of violence, murders, drug use and sexual behaviors of certain characters with optional intercourse scenes.
Setting
RtE takes place in a post-apocalypse society where the concept of time is lost and any history known was only speculations at best and rumour at worst. Trying to maintain their sense of utopia, Stargazers built and operated their space colony as a temporary base for self-preservation (in which only fews know details about) called ‘Eutopia’.
In this dystopian paradise people’s sole purpose of living was fixated on surviving. And in order to do that, the whole population creates a solid ground rule not to let themselves ‘feel’ about other emotions that do not serve for public favors. Hence, you will be challenged to adapt to several situations and handpick the best flavor of your actions based on the emotions you have learnt or developed from your surroundings.
Who do you play as?
For now, you will be playing as a secret child of Bastien Palmer, the leader of Stargazers who already has a wife and two other perfect children, your younger sister and brother. Ones you have never interacted with nor you ever get the chance to.
MCs subjectively considered a white sheet which you can paint anything on by your preferences. Explore the world full of colorful emotions or bottomless pit of numbness by your own choices.
But remember, Eutopia is a place where everything goes according to one simple rule ‘To survive’ hence the marriage between a man and woman will be set as the norm and only truth, and someone who will state otherwise must face and suffer the ugliness of social standards accordingly. However, I do not encourage any transphobic/homophobic behavior of the characters in this story. Please kindly be assured of that.
There might be a chance where you can start off as other characters, that is, however, still a subject-to-change matter as of now.
Introduction to the Chosen Ones [ ROs]
**Please be aware of mild spoilers below**
Vegaris (M/F) 19 Star-crossed lovers or Nemesis route, The Rebel.
They would do anything to survive, even if it means to betray the only person who trusts them deeply… like you.
Vegaris is an Alter who has so many sides hidden behind closed doors. Unpredictable, cunning, hot and cold are the words that describe them best. Due to their traumatic childhood (much like other Alters on Eutopia), they have a deep-root hatred for Stargazers. Although they were brought in by your family and treated almost the same as one of your father’s own kids. They still witness the unfairness of being an Alter in society and never afraid to point the wrong in other people’s doings.
Their usual mask, however, is one where you cannot crack open that easily. They always remain calm and composed in front of you, and only show their fangs when circumstances arise.
Dana/Darren Regency (M/F) 22 Childhood friends, Forbidden route, The Face.
For a person who seems to be easy to read as much as an open-book, they sure talk with silence better than with their own voice.
A poster girl/boy for Regency Academy. Your former childhood friend (for some unknown reason, they're trying their hardest to avoid you) and an only child to the Head of Deans at Regency, Sandalphon. They are the precise image of how one should raise a Stargazer. Being a honor student. A model citizen. And a perfect ideal partner. They are assigned to be married with the most capable genetic-wise fiancé. As popular as they appear to be to the public, their private life (as private as it can be) is still a gigantic loophole for most imprudent reporters trying to catch even just a glimpse.
It seems like what they are trying to avoid is not just you, but the entirety of Eutopia.
Sandalphon Regency (M/F) 40 Age-difference, Single-parent route, The Pacifist.
Do you believe in something just because it's true, or it becomes the truth only when you believe in it?
Sandalphon is the most powerful influence among the deans of Regency. A group of people that has control over governing matters even beyond that of Bastien Palmer, the President. For Sandal, they are anything and everything people could ever ask for in a Regency. Kind, generous, well-versed with every branch of knowledge in the universe. Never wrong in anything. And never judge anyone based on their bias.
If only people knew the truth, they’d probably beg to differ.
Maybe they are just good at hiding beneath that gentle facade, maybe a calculated mind with strings to pull works best with neutral suggestions... who knows?
One more hidden character will be revealed in the demo, Into the Madness route, The Savior.
[ Classified info. ]
**There will be two sub ROs and flings to be introduced later in the story.**
More info will be announced.
Demo 1st update : 24/01/2024 Chapter 1 (28k codes excluded)
Datalog is completed roughly til the end of the story. Coding and polishing will certainly take time. Any more updates will be announced solely on this blog.
Reblogging is appreciated. Thank you!
#if wip#interactive fiction#cog#choice of games#hosted games#if demo#interactive game#if game#dystopia#cyberpunk#space opera#interactive novel#choicescript#dashingdon
556 notes
·
View notes
Text
I missed WIP Wendneday, so uhm...
✨WIP Thursday✨
Thanks for the tag @thequeenofthewinter ❤️
I'll do a writing WIP later, so here we go with an art WIP:
I do have severe Teldryn brian rot and my brain wanted to paint him in his birth suit. Yes, there is a version without a towel. You'll may see it, when it is done. (Maybe. If I can figure out how to draw a Prince Albert Piercing or Prince Pelagius, as my partner called it.)
Maybe he'll get more tattoos as I go.
Oh and a little fun fact: I've given him a hairstyle from the Sims (Island Paradise EP). Perfect choice, because I can now load up the game and get references from all the angles!
#tesblr#the elder scrolls#elder scrolls#my art#tes fanart#fanart#skyrim fanart#my fanart#sketch#teldryn sero
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
tagged by @machinegrl <3! thank you so much for the tag!
Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!
im tagging: @morrigan-sims, @simlishpiadina @simsonnet, @v4mpirec4t, @cryptidswitch, @buttertrait. @druidberries, @angelgnomesims and anyone else who wants to do this! (& if I tagged you and you don't want to that's okay!)
This is such a cool tag omg!
I'm still working on the actual writing for my sims story, so instead I'll give yall some excerpts from RPG topics featuring characters of mine from some of my renders (:
I could NOT choose just one line so have actual excerpts. They're a bit long so I tucked them under the cut!
Instead she focused on his admission, on how warm his hands felt and the way her skin tingled beneath his touch. Ariss didn’t struggle against him, didn’t utter a single protest as he slung one thigh over his shoulder. Then the other. There was no jolt of panic, no spike of fear. Only euphoria to rival any drug, and the briefest, haziest glimpse of [redacted] between her parted knees, dappled in light through stained glass, his raven hair ringed in a spiked obsidian halo, his shoulders crowned in wings as dark as night. Then a rapturous sigh as her head tipped back, dangling off the altar into the mouth of oblivion with reckless abandon this time.
What did she have to fear? Nothing here, nothing now, not in this ritual, the only one she’d ever need. Not while in the hands of the only god she’d ever recognize. And in the safety of his sanctum, Ariss sang for him. Sighs and moans spilled from parted lips like hymns. Trembling fingers raked and tugged through dark hair, stopping only when he paused to speak, his words punctuated by whining whimpers and furrowed brows as she struggled to hear what he was saying, to give it the proper weight, but it was impossible when each word sent a rush of hot breath against slick skin.
Excerpt from Vignettes, 2023 ~ Ariss
The final sin was murder. That of wife against husband. A severing of a holy bond. A stake shoved through a black-beating heart. A pact between light and dark.
Omniaudient ears heard the screams beneath the mountain, even from the depths of [redacted]’s sprawling, golden palace. Like a bride to the altar, her steps were measured, calm. Bare feet padded over shining marble, billowing silk trailing behind like tears. Blue-tipped wings dipped in mourning. Gold ichor dripped from raised, celestial blue eyes, falling from her cheeks, dripping down her robes. Into the open sky she stared, looking for a sign. Any sign. Before she took it all.
But there was nothing above but wisps of clouds. She was above. She was divine.
She must punish the weak.
Slender hands raised, palms pressing together as if to pray. But Calista did not pray. Mortals prayed to her. A deep inhale signaled the end. Bony shoulders lifted, slender fingers curving into claws as her hands parted. Between them a rift formed, birthed from all that was unholy in this world. Birthed from sin. It cracked the marble beneath her feet, it tore through the fabric of space and time, it ate away the very last protective ward in place.
With nothing left to suspend it, the majestic paradise the angeli called [redacted] fell.
As it dropped, Calista rose. Mighty wingbeats took her higher, higher, high as god herself before she paused, suspended, starry eyes lowering to watch the collapse in real time, her painted blue lips curving into a smile at its undeniable beauty.
Excerpt from The Undone & the Divine, 2022 ~ Calista
The ties that bound Taevorian to the waking world had long since been severed. Year by year she’d forgotten their faces, their names, their roles in her privileged life. All but one. All but hers. The rest fell away until some memory prodded them back into her existence. Where once she would have trained alongside her mother to become the next Blood Queen, now she lorded over the first of the Nine, watching with curious eyes as fresh souls slipped through the Styx to their designated realms.
Most were unremarkable. Most she let float by. But there were a few Taevorian chose to keep. A few exceptions that caught her eye.
Time was a stranger here. Day, night, it all looked the same. A red wasteland, the river cutting through it like a wound. On its banks she now stood, her black-cloaked, red-lit figure towering high above its shore, her skeletal, many-eyed visage lifting in time to catch what she would have called a falling star in her previous life. Its descent was accompanied by a wailing scream she might have imagined, different from those of the souls who woke early in the river, disoriented and lost as they floated against the current, deeper and deeper into Venatham.
The star, no, it wasn’t a star. The soul crashing into the shallow end of the Styx sent shockwaves through [redacted], rattling the false fronts of the Whightwharf, shaking the closest watchtowers. The gatekeeper’s skeletal mouth clicked and clacked into a smirk, ignoring the fiend-sentinels’ surprised shouts as the soul sloshed upriver. It bumped against the staff of Taevorian’s scythe, dipped gently in the wound of the Styx to stop its descent.
Bending at her hollow waist to inspect it, her head clicked to one side, all ten eyes blinking in sequence. One of four skeletal, clawed hands reached down, gently scooping the soul from the river and laying it on the bank. This one was destined for [redacted], but no longer. There was a familiarity in his now-faint face, a mirror in his glazed red eyes she saw herself in. Or, a version of herself. The one the queen had murdered.
“Wake,” Taevorian commanded in a voice edged in a thousand screams, nudging the soul with the staff of her scythe, her skeletal beak blowing dry red air into its face. He would awaken dazed and disoriented, and she would wait. Wait until the confusion in his eyes morphed into something else. Perhaps fear. Perhaps acceptance. Regardless, once the former prince came to, Taevorian’s skeletal mouth would click into a wicked grin. “Hello, brother.”
Excerpt from Devil's Hands, 2022 ~ Taevorian
#tag game#excerpt tag game#wip tag game#some rpg scenes (prob not these) might become renders one day#I have too many ideas and not enough time#hoping what I write for this sims story is half as good as these#I'm a lil rusty I admit#but we'll get there#ariss#taevorian#calista
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
FanFic Masterlink Collection
Master list of most of my Fanfics on AO3. I will update the links with new stories and fandoms as they come!
Shetland
1. The Waves of Shetland (One shot for Jimmy and Duncan- will this fight drive them apart?)
2. What We Have Right Before Us (One shot for Jimmy and Duncan realizing what they have)
Death in Paradise
1. Solving Your Own Murder (Fix it fic/long fic dealing with Richard Poole’s ‘death’)
2. A DI and His Whiteboard (Fun little fic looking into Richard’s head- might be continued)
Primeval
1. Primeval Drabbles for Nick, Connor, Becker, Stephen, and Lester (Short drabble collection)
2. Never Alone (One shot story for Becker and Connor after a creature incursion injury)
3. Beyond the Darkness (One shot story of Stephen and Nick Dealing with Helen’s aftermath)
4. Halloween – Primeval Style (Qucik drabbles of the gang celebrating Halloween)
5. How Drunk Was I? (AU one shot for Becker/Connor and their not-so-secret relationship)
6. Dinner Time Shenanigans (One shot of Danny and Lester having dinner)
7. The Start of a New Life (One shot of Cutter’s clone- AU where he survived the attack)
8. How Far We’ve Come (One shot for the Polycule of Nick/Stephen/Connor)
9. Time of Death (AU story- warning of character death/afterlife flashes)
10. Echoes of the Past- Sounds of the Future (AU story for Cutter/Connor – Paused for now)
11. Swirling Time and Shattered Lives (AU story of Nick and Helen chasing anomalies together)
12. New Years, Old Memories, New Future (One shot for Becker and Danny- PTSD warning)
13. Rift Risks – (A little one shot of Nick and Becker arguing about what to do with the anomalies)
14. Looking to the Future (One shot for Nick and Stephen- Helen is gone and they actually talk!)
15. The Legacy of the Ability Research Center (Epic AU superpower/hero story- co-authored)
Roswell New Mexico
1. New Year’s Eve Hope (Fic for Alex and Michael- warnings for PTSD focus)
2. It’s a Christmas Tradition? (Fluffy one shot for Alex and Michael at Christmas time)
3. Who Cares if One More Light Goes Out? (Angsty Alex and Michael fic- Paused for now)
By Any Means
1. The Price of Getting Attached (Little one shot for Jack and Tom-Tom – relationship talk)
2. Where Do We Go From Here? (One shot dealing with the aftermath of the series)
Haven Fanfics
1. LifeHouse- A Haven Found Family Story (AU story Poly-family dynamics- Co-authored)
2. Those Late Night Talks (One shot of Haven Poly-family storyline)
3. Lizzie’s Special Family (One shot of Haven Poly-family storyline)
4. Math is Math is Math (One shot of Haven Poly-family storyline)
5. Matters of the Heart and Mind (Duke and Dwight relationship story- WIP/Paused)
6. What’s in a Name? (One shot AU story about Dwight and his Father)
7. Changing Tides, Changing Hearts, Changing Perspectives (Reimagining of the Troubles)
8. Rock Me Hard Rock Me Gently (AU story with Duke/Nathan/Dwight- might be continued)
9. Quiet Moment On The Beach (Duke/Nathan one shot story during a relaxing walk)
10. The Gift of a Touch(Duke/Nathan one shot story with Nathan’s touch Trouble reimagined)
11. Friendly Competition (Fun little one shot with Duke/Dwight/Nathan one afternoon)
12. Be Mr. Responsible (Duke/Nathan one shot story one sleepy morning)
13. This Is My Christmas Wish (AU secret/forbidden love short with Duke, Nathan, and Dwight)
14. Making a House Into a Home (Duke/Nathan/Dwight story- the birth of “Three Stars of Haven”)
15. Collide (Slice of Life collection of stories for Duke and Nathan)
16. Demons (Angsty one shot for Duke struggling with the Crocker Curse)
17. Love Lost and Love Found (Story for Duke and Nathan and Dwight -near character death)
18. All I Want For Christmas Is…. You? (Three Gulls fanfic- Christmas for Duke/Audrey/Nathan)
19. Giving Thanks For You (One shot for Duke and Nathan having Thanksgiving together)
20. Harmless Flirting? (Duke and Nathan story where assumptions may just derail a relationship)
21. Kissing Scars (Fluffy one shot for Duke and Nathan)
#fanficion#ao3 writers#ao3 fanfic#fandoms#writing#shetland#primeval#death in paradise#Haven#By Any Means#Roswell New Mexico#fanfic masterlist#fanfic collection#greygullhaven fanfic list
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hi, there! As the bio says, this is my, @tryingtimi’s blog for all the recs I want to keep in one place. To organise this corner a little bit, I decided to leave here a navigation post with all the tags I use, so anyone can easily find what they’re looking for. I will extend the lists as I save more and more stuff. (I swear this is not only a Bloodless Heir fan account, okay?)
GENRES | SUBGENRES
Fantasy | Sci-Fi | Horror | Romance | Grimdark | Urban Fantasy | Solarpunk
WIPS
The Hour of Magic | Bloodless Heir | Second Serpent | The Essence of Equinox | The Freaks of Preston | SATT | Circa Specturiga | The Namless Song | Secrets of Lockhart Manor | Prometheus | Our Side of Paradise | Bluebrook | For All Eternity | The Birth of Paradise | Obsidian Sapphires | The Butcher's Lament | Lost & Found | Godspawn Trilogy | Pale Blood
TOPICS | THEMES
Angst | Fluff | Hurt/Comfort | Nsfw | Crossovers | Steampunk | Lovecraftian
GOLDEN PIECES is also a tag that I usually use for my friends and those that especially got me in some way. Either way, I enjoyed all of the writing I gathered here, so just go check them out, please!
#navigation#intro post#writing recs#other's writing#other people's cool stuff#tryingtimi's recs#gonna organise my tags on the post too and later add the intro reblogs#but#this is the first round#everything made with canva
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
WIP Game
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thank you for the tag @saintsenara! I tag anyone who wants to do this!
Thing is- I basically only have one WIP, but since there are 50 chapters planned out, I can list those. Some are already written, of others, I only have a rough sketch. There's probably some other stuff in my WIP folder, but I rarely work on more than one thing at a time. Let's see. Also, this is all in Italian, so i have to translate everything while keeping it as literal as possible.
The tide is turning
War and Peace
The Abyss
Master of the Dark Arts
In sickness and in health (?)
My brother's keeper
Blood is thicker than water
Let's go hunting
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield (?)
The Dark Mark
Madame Lestrange (answered)
Human, All Too Human
Family, duty, honour
Light is the slap from an innocent hand
Loyalty and Fidelity
Elizabeth Woodcraft
My dearest partner of greatness
Dangerous games (?)
Springtime thrills (?)
The ecstasy and the torment
My kind of party
Blood of my blood
Smoke and mirrors
Dies Irae
My good servant
Rigel Lestrange (answered)
Scorched Earth
The Sickness unto Death
A Malfoy Marriage, part I: Vanity Fair
A Malfoy Marriage, part II: The Betrayers and the Betrayed
Toujours Pur
Crime and Punishment
His best Death Eater
The gold cup
Beyond Good and Evil
The Death of Regulus Black (answered)
What happens in the family stays in the family
The devotion of the raven
Glory and Gore (answered)
The prophecy (answered)
The Birth of Draco Malfoy
Requests and rewards
The Powder Keg
Our last Goodbye
Paradise Lost
There can be no higher pleasure
Hunters and Preys
31 October 1981
As mad as her Master
How the Mighty fall
The best thing about all of this is that I still have no idea what to title it lmao.
What else is there?
Horcrux ???????
XXX
Hurt/Comfort (answered)
Marriage counselling for the Lestranges (answered)
Untitled file n°1
Untitled file n°2
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
nct dream masterlist
mark
☆ headcannons
↻
☆ drabbles
↻
☆ one shots
↻
renjun
☆ headcannons
↻
☆ drabbles
↻
☆ one shots
↻
☆ fics
↻
♡ jeno
☆ headcannons
↻
☆ drabbles
↻ notice me, or, where your friends set you up (accidentally) so you end up alone with your hot college professor, lee jeno
☆ one shots
↻ notice me
☆ fics
↻
♡ haechan
☆ headcannons
↻
☆ drabbles
↻
☆ one shots
↻
☆ fics
↻
♡ jaemin
☆ headcannons
↻
☆ drabbles
↻ masseuse!jaemin, or, the birth to the 30/60/90 minutes series
☆ one shots
↻
☆ fics
↻ 30 minutes, or, where your friend convinces you to get a massage for the first time
↻ 60 minutes, or, where you decide to schedule another appointment with your favourite masseuse (wip!)
↻ 90 minutes, or, where you obtain the maximum level of relaxation in the massage room you see as paradise (wip!)
chenle
☆ headcannons
↻
☆ drabbles
↻
☆ one shots
↻
☆ fics
↻
♡ jisung
☆ headcannons
↻
☆ drabbles
↻
☆ one shots
↻
☆ fics
↻ i've seen this movie before, or, where you can't seem to get to the end of the innominate string that tied your heart to the one and only, park jisung. (wip!)
back to navi!
1 note
·
View note
Text
Craig Erasmus Stilborn, 30s-40s, male (he/him)
-verse 1
His mother gave birth to him in an apartment complex hallway, his biological father already having abandoned them. He would live most of his adolescent years alongside his mother and her new boyfriend—The man became abusive to Craig's mother, and so Craig, after many attempts to get her away from the man, finally had no choice but to leave home. He lived with relatives for several years and even graduated high school somewhat untroubled, but when his 20th birthday came, things started to spiral downhill.
Craig, mistaken for his biological father (a cruel-blooded criminal of some repute), was mercilessly attacked by an unknown assailant and nearly drowned to death in a stained toilet bowl. A peaceful soul until that point in time, Craig's killer genes seemed to kick in and the young man saved himself by an inch of the other's life.
With this newfound sense of control, Craig sought his mother's second boyfriend and beat the man senseless. Ten days later, the man died of injuries inflicted by Craig. Craig returned home soon after, finding that his mother had hanged herself with the news of her lover's death... It turns out, her once-abuser had completely reformed, and the two were since inseparable. She died believing that her only son, Craig, was his notorious father, and that her past mistake had killed her present-day paradise.
There would be several more instances in which Craig was mistaken for his father, causing him to drift from town to town. Eventually, he would find a cheap house in the suburbs and everything would quiet down. He also cut and died his hair, hoping to further shed his father's image.
He now works, renouncing violence, doing odd jobs locally... and hopes that someday he can find true love.
(backstory wip, tbu)
-more verses tbd. basically he can be placed in any type of rp but his backstory will be different.
+ OVERVIEW
NAME: Craig Erasmus Stillborn
SPECIES: Human
EYES: BLUE
HAIR: Brunette
AGE: 30s-50s
GENDER: (cis) male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
FACECLAIM: Garret Dillahunt
PERSONALITY: Ambivert, seriously (at times), silly (at times), sensitive, resourceful
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-curious
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bi-curious
HEIGHT: 6'2''
NATIONALITY: American
CURRENT RESIDENCE: [small town], USA
OCCUPATION: Jack of all trades
PSYCHOLOGICAL:
Cruelty = Low
Loyalty = Total
Passion = High
Piety = Moderate
Sanity = High
Selfishness = Low
0 notes
Note
"Remember me" Ruhi and her sister 🥹
Thank you so much for all the fun prompts love! 💖 I know this one was a typo, but you gave me such an amazing idea that I had to write it out, so I hope that’s okay!
Context: Viraj was Ruhi’s arranged husband, but they were both in love with someone else. The day of the wedding, they confessed their love to their childhood friend Avir, but Avir was only in love with Viraj and convinced him to run away. Ruhi’s mother tried to marry her off again immediately, and Ruhi was so distraught that she ran away and accidentally fell into Paradise. Years after recovering from the heartbreak, she finally asks King Gazali to let her see her friends, but she only finds Viraj, dying from illness in a hospital.
The Birth of Paradise - Remembrance
Ruhi couldn't recognize her old friend. Time had worn Viraj’s strong and glowing face down to a dull, wrinkled slab. She half-expected Avir to be sitting beside him, also afflicted by the passing years, but Viraj was all alone in the room. No family, no friends, not even a neighboring patient in the bed next to his own. It was just him and Ruhi.
The view from the window brought a tear to Ruhi’s eye: her town had changed so much. Their old park, where she and Viraj and Avir spent most of their younger years, was completely gone. It was nothing more than a big square of dirt in the moonlight.
Ruhi took a deep breath and approached Viraj. Her gentle hand on his arm roused him from his sleep.
“It’s too early for medication.”
His soft voice broke her heart. When they were due to be married, his voice could have shaken the sea. Now, it was a wisp of wind rushing by on a late afternoon. Ruhi composed herself, knowing that Gazali’s magic wouldn’t last very long. She wanted whatever time she could get from Viraj.
“It’s been a long time,” she said, “and the years have been unkind to you, but I hope somewhere in your mind, you remember me.”
Viraj finally focused on her face, studied her features… and began to cry. His shaky hand came up to her cheek.
“Ruhi,” he whispered, and she cried right beside him.
“Yes, I’m here.”
She pressed her head against his, waiting patiently as he found his words.
“You haven’t aged a day.”
She chuckled. “I know.”
“Ruhi—” he coughed. “Am I dead?”
“No, dear. You’re very much alive.”
“But you’re here. They told us you jumped.”
Ruhi screwed her eyes shut. “They were going to arrange another marriage. I felt hopeless without you and Avir. I’m so sorry, Viraj—”
He coughed again, harder and longer. “No, Ruhi. It wasn’t your fault. We never should have left.”
“Please, don’t blame yourself.”
“I wanted to go back for you. Avir just wanted to run, and— I let him convince me to leave. The next day, we heard you were gone.” Viraj stared out the window at the moon. “Thirty-five years, I’ve had to live with what we did.”
Ruhi hushed him and held his head to her shoulder. He clasped her hand, still mumbling to himself about Avir. His warbled breathing broke her heart.
“Please,” she said, “tell me about your life. What have you seen?”
“Nothing compared to your life, I’m sure.”
“Tell me anyway, please.”
Viraj looked up at her. “We went to France.”
“You did? How was it?”
“Just as beautiful as I imagined. Avir tried to sell his work there, but it never took off.”
Ruhi brushed his brittle gray hair. “So you moved back home?”
“I did… but Avir went to America to sell his art.” He closed his eyes. “He called me his muse, long ago. I must have stopped inspiring him. They let me attend the funeral, at least.”
That explained why Avir was nowhere to be seen. Their love hadn’t lasted, and if Ruhi had still lived on the Mainland, she may have felt even worse about being left that day under the mandap. Now, seeing what Viraj’s life had become compared to hers, she couldn’t help but feel she had dodged a bullet.
“I never did marry,” Viraj said. “Not that I could have, anyway. My reputation crumbled when I left you.”
“Viraj…” Ruhi held him tighter. “I wish I could have brought you with me.”
“Where did you go?”
“You’ll think I’m crazy.”
“You’re not crazy, Ruhi. You were always the smart one.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“So where were you?”
“The water took me somewhere far away. I wasn’t entirely appreciative of it, at first, but I’ve come to love it. The people are kind, and you can live your dreams without ridicule.”
Ruhi smiled as she thought about Paradise, of her friends, her life— and her wonderful, beautiful, talented roommate.
“I think I’ve found love.”
Viraj’s eyes brightened up at the sound of her voice. “You have?”
“Her name is Cecilia, she’s a dancer. The most amazing and beautiful dancer I’ve ever seen.”
“A dancer…”
His voice sounded weaker than before. Ruhi tightened her grip on his hand, as though it would keep him with her.
“So please don’t blame yourself, Viraj. I think I’m finally happy.”
“Happy…”
She nodded. “Yes, I’m happy.”
“That’s… wonderful.”
He leaned back against his bed. The noises of the monitor were starting to slow down, to Ruhi’s dismay. She wouldn’t leave him until he was truly gone. He needed her, now more than ever before.
“Viraj, were you ever happy?”
A smile spread across his wrinkled face. “I’m happy now, Ruhi.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ruhi dried her eyes as she returned to Gazali’s Sanctuary. The purple, star-covered sky shimmered through the window, and Ruhi had never felt more at home. She opened the doors and stepped into the pavilion, where Gazali and the others were waiting. The king smiled at her gently.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Of course. I hope you found what you were looking for.”
Ruhi searched through the crowd until she found Cecilia. Her dark skin glowed in the starlight, and her messy curls were more beautiful than ever.
“I did, your majesty.”
She walked over, stood on her toes, and kissed Cecilia until she couldn’t stand upright anymore. Her lips were so soft, like petals in spring. She held Ruhi closer so she wouldn’t stumble and fall away too early. When they finally parted, Ruhi combed her hand through Cecilia’s hair.
“I couldn’t be any happier than I am with you.”
Cecilia giggled and wiped away a tear. “Neither could I, Rue.”
Ruhi kissed her again, not even caring that their friends were watching and grinning at them. Back home, she had been convinced that her life was over. Now, she had a long and happy life to look forward to, with someone that she could confidently say that she loved more than anything in the world.
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm Skykid Nadir (nay-deer), but I also go by Siliv Lexington on Pinterest! I'm Autistic and LGBT+. My pronouns are she/they. I am currently studying anthropology/archaeology, but also enjoy creative writing! This is my side blog for creative writing. For Sky fandom content, see skykid-nadir. For my other fandoms see fangirl-nadir! Likes and follows will come from my main account, Skykid Nadir.
I might be open for some light roleplaying or character asks!
For a list of my works and OCs, see below the cut (WIP):
Original Novels
Godborn Trilogy: YA fantasy series about a group of teens caught up in a war between the Gods of their world.
Steampunk Novel: Follows the crew of an airship as they navigate a magical world with the aid of a precious relic.
Wolfkin: A princess, her Wolfkin guard, and their Healer friend rally an army to oust a rival kingdom from their land.
Wolfbane: A prequel to Wolfkin, establishes the kingdom's history and tells the story of the first Healer.
Untitled Fantasy Series: The plot of this one is pretty loose; there's a magical school portion and a portion following the nation's army.
Talent: A reluctant mage's apprentice accidentally unleashes a demon army and must atone for his mistakes.
Princess Tara: A rebellious princess discovers that her home isn't the paradise she thought.
Myna: A witch struggles with the murder of her family and must learn how to forgive.
My NaNoWriMo Project: After discovering that he is adopted, a young boy accompanies a talking cat to find his birth parents and figure out why they gave him up.
Marian of Sherwood: An LGBT+ Robin Hood retelling from the perspective of Maid Marian.
Three Kingdoms: When an ethereal enemy threatens the world, three rival kingdoms must unite to save humanity.
Elaxi: The story of an assassin questioning her cause.
Still in Development
King Arthur retelling: Set in the same world as Marian of Sherwood, this is a retelling of the King Arthur myths.
Mage: A man and his adoptive son must mend their damaged bond when a sorcerer threatens their home.
War: A genetically enhanced soldier learns how to be a human.
D&D Adventure: A crew of misfits meet in a bar.
Superhero: Fairly standard super hero fare.
Dracoventh Chronicles: A world where dragons are bonded with a Drakoventh and use them to communicate with mortals.
Ghibli Aesthetic: Follows two brothers and their robot as they travel across a vast, magical world.
Forbidden: The son of a billionaire falls in love with a rock star.
Fan Fiction
Industrial Fantasy: A farmer falls in love with a deaf boy who turns out to be a witch.
Warrior Cats: Tells of the conflicts between Emberclan, Stormclan, and Ironclan.
Sky COTL: Follows the misadventures of my three OCs; Apocrypha, Nadir, and Tahti.
RWBY: The adventures of the rag-tag Team EBNI(S)!
Journey: A jaded wayfarer is tasked with guarding her tribe's Elder on a pilgrimage across the desert.
Hollow Knight: My own take on the game's story.
Moomin: The same lovable characters but slightly older!
Short Stories/Novellas
Skyrim: What if the Dragonborn was a child?
King's Staff:
Warring Kingdoms:
Talent Short Stories:
Fire and Ice:
Nim:
Crown:
Traitor:
Cosmere Knockoff:
Selkie:
Selkie Sequel:
Chosen One:
Lost Prince:
Beacon Nine:
Home:
Return:
Dragon Princess:
I have OCs for
Sky: COTL
Journey
Warriors
Hollow Knight
RWBY
The Arcana
Star Wars
Stormlight Archives
Harry Potter
Misc
1 note
·
View note
Text
tag nine however many people you want to get to know better: i was tagged by @freckleslikestars (who is the best :))
- favorite color: blue, I have been psychologically conditioned to like it bc of watching Doctor who from birth
- currently reading: The Price of Paradise by Colin Brake (a doctor who novel lol I see a pattern forming)
- last series: The Sandman
- last movie: I also genuinely can’t remember the last time I watched a movie: I don't tend to have the attention span for a movie, but I think I was socially obligated to watch scapegoat a couple of days ago. (I only picked it bc it had Andrew Scott in lol) it was eh okay but slow paced which means I don't remember much of it
- currently working on: going to uni bebe! ✌️ Other than that pretty much all my wips that ever exist constantly rotate in my mind
1 note
·
View note
Text
[Image description: A banner with the text “The Castle in the Seam of the World” over an oil painting of a landscape]
Painting credit: George Crola
⚜️ WIP Intro: The Castle in the Seam of the World
⚜️ Points of Interest: Dark fantasy & dystopia genre, book 1 of a trilogy, nonbinary & disabled main character, themes of self worth, accountability, being known
⚜️ Summary:
The universe inside the oil painting was created to be a paradise. But it will soon fade.
Sparrow and Rook Hawthorne are princes, twin sons of an interloper and an idea. One has been raised to die for the world. The other has become a decorated knight. The royal family has maintained that Sparrow is a willing sacrifice, motivated by duty and love, when in truth he was never given a choice. Rook has grown up in the shadow of Sparrow’s fame, and he has known from an early age that he will have to earn a reputation on his own.
When Sparrow’s mother gives up on the kingdom and runs away, it becomes all too clear to Sparrow that she was never going to choose to protect him, and that the praises he has attracted from birth have always come wrapped around a knife. Now a young adult who hardly knows who he is or what he wants, he escapes with his life, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance. So does his family’s image. Rook soon comes around to Sparrow’s side as he watches his upper class community react to his brother’s choice with the telling rage of bullies who have been caught. Perhaps a real hero would take the side of trying to save the world. But Rook is too self-made to have respect for such a gross display of bad character.
For a time, Sparrow succeeds in evading the inevitable manhunt, and Rook succeeds in leveraging his role to help his brother’s cause while hiding his true intentions. But when the game changes, they will have to work together if they both want to live, challenging everything they know about a world where becoming known to another person is merely the best and quickest way to invite betrayal.
31 notes
·
View notes
Text
WIP Wednesday 06.16.21
I haven’t written anything since the last sprint fic challenge I did, so here’s a little bit of Vibe Check (hockey!Luka). Maybe it will give me inspiration to actually work on it again.
“So are we dating still?” Luka asks her once they are far enough away from the others to not be heard. He doesn’t sound annoyed or angry, which she is thankful for.
“It’s up to you. Rose mentioned that it would be much easier for you to cover for practices and games now that we are dating because you could just say you were with me and it wouldn't be a lie since I would be there too.” She avoids eye contact for most of her explanation, twiddling with her fingers instead. “But I guess you’ve been doing okay with that on your own since I had no idea and you’re my best friend.”
Luka grins at her words, shaking his head and reaching for her hand. “You’re my best friend too, Nette, which is exactly why I can’t ask you to do that even if it would be helpful. That’s not fair to you.”
Marinette looks down at their hands. It’s not unusual for them to share physical affection. They’ve known each other for over ten years so it’s become a bit of second nature for them to hug or lean against one another when watching TV, but there’s something about seeing his strong hand, calloused from playing guitar in nearly every waking moment- and playing hockey, she now knows- wrapped around her tiny pin pricked covered hand that sends butterflies to her stomach. “I don’t mind,” she sputters out quickly once she regains her composure. “I’d like to come to more of your paraces and see your games, if you are okay with that.”
Luka is silent for a moment, leaving Marinette nervously wondering what he’s thinking. She isn’t exactly sure why she’s nervous- it’s not as if is asking him out for real. He’s her best friend. That would be weird… wouldn’t it? She pushes the thought to the back of her mind when she realizes Luka is speaking again.
“You’re sure? It would be nice to have you cheering me on at games. It’s just Ma and the girls right now and Ma can’t always make it. Remy would finally stop trying to set me up with his endless amount of cousins too,” Luka thinks aloud, something Juleka has told her he only does with Marinette. “Just let me know if you want to stop?”
“You too,” Marinette nods, and Luka intertwines their fingers and leads them back to the other three who are still waiting by the bleachers.
Rose smiles at them as they near.
“Trouble in paradise,” Remy asks, quirking up his eyebrows.
“In spite of you trying your hardest, no. We are great.” Luka throws him a glare, but Remy just shrugs and chuckles “ Good to hear. I was only trying to help impress her.”
Luka opens his mouth to respond, but Marintete cuts him off before the words are out of his mouth. “It’s hard to know him for as long as I have and not be impressed.”
The blue haired teen looks down at her and beams, giving her hand a little squeeze. “Thanks,” he whispers. She nods a little ‘mmhm’. Luka glances at the clock. “If we are going to make it to family dinner on time, we should get going. I still have to shower. You taking the subway with us Rembrandt?”
Remy makes a face at the use of his full given name.
“Rembrandt?” Marinette questions, trying to hide a little giggle.
Luka laughs, “Oh it gets better. Rembrandt Remington Remond.”
Remy glares at him with a groan and starts into what is clearly a well rehearsed and frequently told explanation. “Dad lost a bet. Maman was fast asleep so Dad filled out the hospital paperwork. She was livid when she woke up. Da d only laughed it off and told her well at least he’ll be called Remy like you wanted. IT’s almost as bad as Sal. He’s Sylvestre Sylvestre Sylvestre. Our dads are best friends. You’d think Uncle Sal would have known better to take the same bet.”
“You’re not serious.”
“Sadly he is,” Rose chuckled. “He and Juleka went out on a few dates. His dad has his birth certificate framed in the living room.”
“Ew. Don’t remind me,” Juleka groans, burning her face into her girlfriend’s neck. “Don’t we have to go? Lulu stinks.”
“Oh I stink? Really?” Luka laughs, releasing Marinette’s hand so he can engulf his sister into a bear hug.
Juleka shrieks and Rose laughs, running to Marinette’s side to escape Luka’s stench. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go. You coming Remy?”
“Nah. Enjoy dinner with the Dupain-Chengs.” Marinette looks at him surprised. “What?” he chuckles, returning her words to her. “You think I can play with this guy as long as I have and not know about family dinners or the ‘amazing girl’ Marinette. You should have heard the declarations of ‘about time’ and sighs of relief when we saw you at the beginning of practice. We’ve been rooting for you and our boy for years.” He checks his phone quickly after it dings. “Ride’s here. Gotta go. The point is, the whole team is happy for you.”
Marintte flashes a deep red as he leaves. Luka coughs, usher them out the doors as well, hoping to hide his own blush.
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
WIP Day 🥲
tagged by @sinfuels and @johnnycranes thank you!! 💖💖
tagging @scungilliwoman @smithandrogers @twirlingsmoke @aceghosts and anyone else who wants to do it 💖
I open this everyday hoping it writes itself but it doesn't... THE AUDACITY 😒
Chapter 10 of Paradise
It's literally almost done, I just need to edit and add more details
“My sister went to school with your mom, Amelia. It was a tragedy what happened to her, she loved you dearly,” The woman who he had yet to learn her name commented.
It had been such a long time since someone had mentioned his birth mother. The only memories he had of her were pictures, so it always made him feel weird when people commented on it. He had no memories of his birth mother. He wasn't even one when she died in the car accident that killed her and not him.
“No need to remind the boy about Amelia… I’m sure Lucia treats him like her own son,” Mathew, who had taken the empty seat across from Jamie said.
Jamie smiles, not knowing how to respond to that. He felt so out of place and wanted nothing more than to leave. He regretted his actions and wished Mary May would come to save him.
“How are your parents? We are rarely in the valley so we hardly see them.” The husband asks, somehow still keeping the conversation on Jamie’s life.
“Great,” He simply responds, starting to regret his bold move and wishing he would have just listened to what they were saying. The couple who he had yet to learn their names started to talk about how well they knew his parents. Even Mathew who was asking them about the project joined in to tell him stories about them.
“Adelaide Drubman always had a thing for your dad, but your dad only had eyes for Amelia and later Lucia. Did you know your parents were high school sweethearts? Those two were so cute together, I would always see them together.”
He felt even more awkward and out of place being told things he didn’t want to know. He glanced towards the bar, hoping that Mary May would see his plea for help. He came to ask them about Eden's Gate and someone the conversation shifted to his parents.
Bonus meme of Jamie as he sits and listens to the couple talk
#wip#my poor child he was just being nosey and look what happened#I guess that's what happens when you are 😩#oc: jamie price#fic: paradise
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
SHANIE’S CREATION MASTERLIST!!!
Updated 5/17/2023
Master list of all the fanworks I have out there!
NOTE: “The Happiest Luchador on Earth” is tagged as ‘steenerico disney fic’ in case anyone is looking for it, otherwise, it can be found HERE.
Music Videos
Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency - Don’t Stop Me Now
Wrestling: Zowens - Open Arms
Wrestling: Sami/Generico & Kevin - You Grew On Me
M*A*S*H: Weathered
Xena: Warrior Princess: Xena, Gabrielle, and Joxer - I Need A Hero (Video Vixen Remake)
WWE: Shane McMahon - Feet On The Ground
WWE: Shane McMahon - Kings
WWE: Shane McMahon - I Am The Fire
WWE: Shane McMahon - Written In The Stars
WWE: Shane McMahon - You’re Gonna Go Far Kid
Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Dark Willow - Down With The Sickness
Buffy: “Superstar” (Episode Tribute Vid) - The Real Adventure of Johnny Quest
How I Met Your Mother: What’s My Age Again?
Doctor Who: The Pond Family - Elevation
Doctor Who: The Pond Family - Who Wants To Live Forever
Fanfiction
How I Met Your Mother: Six
Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog: Apologies
WWE: The Death of a Fangirl (and the Birth of a Friend) [Dream Fic]
WWE: A One Fangirl Army [Dream Fic]
WWE: To Earthquakes, Lovers, and Newfound Friends [Dream Fic] (Zowens)
WWE: Finding Paradise (Zowens)
WWE: Vanished with the Dawn [Dream Fic] [Part 1 of Into the Horizon]
WWE: In The Heat of the Day [Dream Fic] [Part 2 of Into the Horizon] - WIP
WWE: Depression, Dissociation, and ‘Mania (Zowens)
WWE: Stay (Zowens)
WWE: The Sunshine and The Rain (Zowens - Poem)
WWE AU: A Sacred Place (Zowens w/ OC) [Dream Fic] - WIP
WWE: Sami Wasn’t Wrong (Zowens Endgame Sami/Jey fic) [Posted to Blog]
Ring of Honor: The Happiest Luchador On Earth (Steenerico Disney Fic) - WIP
WWE/Ring of Honor: Siempre te Amaré (I Will Always Love You) (Steeenerico/Zowens)
Fanfic Sagas/Series
WWE: Saved (Zowens) [Now Completed!]
How To Thaw A Heart (Rated T)
Like A Clock Shattered (Rated M)
The Fire in Their Veins (Rated E - Restricted)
Bonne Nuit, Mon Ange (Rated T)
To Dream A Better Dream (Rated M)
Far Greater Than Gold (Rated T)
WWE: He Used To Be Mine (Zowens)
Part 1: To Bring Back The Fire In His Eyes
Part 2: He Is Broken And Won’t Ask For Help
Part 3: He Is Lonely Most Of The Time
Part 4: And Makes Him Believe It’s All True
Part 5: Sometimes Life Just Slips In Through A Back Door
Part 6: I Would Give It All Back
Part 9: Most Days, I Don’t Recognize Me
Part 10: He Is Gone (But He Used To Be Mine)
Part 12: I Still Remember That Boy
Part 14: He Gets Hurt (But He Learns How To Toughen Up)
Part 15: I Was Always Attention’s Sweet Center
Part 16: It’s Not Easy To Know
(Unwritten parts, may or may not ever be written)
Part 7: For A Chance To Start Over
Part 8: He Is Good, But He Lies
Part 11: These Lines And Imperfections
Part 13: I’m Not Anything Like I Used To Be
Part 17: A Man Who Can’t Love
Part 18: He Is Hard On Himself
Part 19: He Is Messy But He’s Kind
Part 20: Rewrite An Ending Or Two
Doctor Who/WWE: Journey’s Beginning [Crossover Dream Fic]
Doctor Who: Magickally Different [Dream Fic]
Original Fiction
“The Rain Can’t Hurt You Now” [Dream Fic]
Artwork
Search for it under tag “Shanie’s Artwork”
(I’m not listing it here)
If you’re looking for my custom figures, search under the tag “Shanie’s Custom Figures”
I think that about covers it. I’ll list more as I make it but, for now, that’s what I got!
55 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
randommoodboardsofmine
KingT's moodboards
tvandmoviejunkiee-blog
TV and Movie Junkiee
sleepeatsurfthenrepeat
Wanderlust
riversposts
Sin título
veenaaisra
Broken Thoughts