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serenpedac · 20 days

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OC in 15 - Yael Greene

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 dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you @aztarion, @topaz-carbuncle and @serially-wayhaven for tagging me, I loved reading the ones for your OCs so much! I'm stealing Lucille's idea for adding a link to the fic (if posted) where the quotes are from ^^

“I understand,” she whispers. She turns around before he can see her break down completely. (x)

“In case you haven’t guessed, and I know you have, you were distracting me. I was thinking that you look very beautiful when you’re concentrating. Very beautiful and very distracting and I would like to—” She shakes her head. “No, one thought.” (x)

“You know I’ve always wanted a sister?” “Would be fun, yeah? Good thing you have—” Farah falls silent, realisation spreading over her face. “Me. Oh, that’s what you meant, isn’t it?”

“But don’t you see, we shouldn’t have to find them. No one should have been taken in the first place. All they want is me.” (x)

“Or you could… demonstrate?” She bites her lip, his gaze flickering to her mouth at the movement. “Right now?” (x)

“Hmm, yes. Yes, you did. But it’s part of what makes it romantic, don’t you think? Being lost in the throes of passion, forgetting about anything else. No thinking, only feeling, feeling…” (x)

“I don’t think I need to make any wishes tonight, you know. Not when you’re already here with me.” (x)

“Are you sure there’s still space for me between all the bubbles?” (x)

“Just like me. And each mark tells a story, some are good and some are bad and some might be sad or funny, but they are all part of its history, you know? In trying to remove that it felt like, like they were telling me everything was fine. That Murphy never. That I wasn’t changed.” (x)

Do you, can you maybe understand? Just a little? (x)

After a few deep breaths, Yael places her hand on top of Morgan’s. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” With a wavering smile, she adds, “I appreciate you.” (x)

“My car didn’t die, it’s just… ill. Yes, it’s ill.”

“You should go help them. I’ll,” she swallows, “I’ll be fine.”

He breaks the kiss when she shivers against him. “You’re getting cold, darling.” “Are you going to follow that one up with a proposal to warm me up?” (x)

“You could have escaped,” Nate says, vehemently. “You should have escaped.” Tears of anger and frustration burn hot in Yael’s eyes. “I couldn’t. How was I supposed to just leave you? You were— I thought—”

(Yes, nr 10 is me cheating, but letters are a kind of dialogue, right?) Tagging anyone who wants to do this really, but also: @evilbunnyking, @nat-seal-well, @agentnatesewell, @wayhavenots, @ellstersmash, @fauville, @nsewell, @sustainably-du-mortain, @lykegenia, @lukas-du-mortain

#oc: yael greene #this made me go back to some very old writing #which was a lot of fun #also revisited the antique store au #the final quote is from that one

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yael-moxic · 4 months

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So here it is boys and girls, my first book I wrote and let me tell you... As someone who has a broken heart herself right now... I literally kind of put a lot of my own pain in this. But instead of harsh reality, this should leave you with a big smile and a warm and fuzzy feeling in the end. You might also want to strangle or slap these two idiots occacionally, maybe you'll also have a chuckle and later on it might even get spicy 🤭 So definitely not safe for work peeps...

But in the end... well, you'll see. 🤗 So get yourself a nice cup of coffee or tea, snuggle in and get yourself a treat with my two idiots Jasper and Oliver. 😊

Have a look here~

Oh and for anyone who is interested, I also made the cover myself. What do you guys think? I might change it later on, as I can never settle for just one 🤭 lol... anyway. For now I very much like it. Have fun!

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jewishcissiekj · 2 months

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Star Wars - The High Republic: The Eye of Darkness

#yael is reading star wars #george mann i love your writing i love it a lot #just a quote i really liked lol #star wars #sw #star wars the high republic #the high republic #sw thr #thr #star wars books #the eye of darkness #marchion ro #ghirra starros #the high republic phase 3 #high republic #the nihil

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acid-ixx · 2 years

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even better imagine with yandere rubedo/fakebedo. but having him sit on your lap and you relaxing as he shifts awkwardly with uncertainty. until you tell him to start humping you. he looks at you incredulously but !! he's horny, and your eyes are fixated on him, not his counterpart. when you urge him further, he starts to move, pants already tight from the close contact— and oh fuck, it feels so good. it's so so so painful and tight, but the way you look at him with a smirk gives him the impression you're impressed; he humps and moans louder, eyes rolling back.

his breaking point though, is when your mouth latches itself on his neck. harshly. sucking on his milky skin as you suddenly pin him down, inevitably stopping his thrusts. not only does he gasps, but he comes, a wet patch forming onto his pants.

ahh, then you note how since he's trying too hard to be like albedo so you give him his very own scar on his neck ;))

#🍨... yael's talking #yan! albedo's not amused at all #fakebedo #meanwhile is too fucked out to realize albedo was watching all along #yum #wanna write this as a one or two-shot #should i also name fakebedo as #rubedo

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obsidian-art04 · 4 months

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I never made her a ref!!!!!

Here ya go :D

#levys art #levy draws #levys oc #fnaf oc #Become One with the Sea of Stars #Androids Pizza and All Things Fazbear #i write somethin for the android au soon #i think itd be fun :D #Yael Noble #Yvette North #<- i will explain one day i swear

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leandreandyael · 10 months

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Now Deacon had found Yael and Leandre, and discovered her love for Tater Tots, it was time to fill them in on the events after they left...

TW - PTSD, Panic Attack, high level mention of past abuse, no specifics

Yael had been relieved that the ball had been canceled, it was welcome news for her. Then Deacon had started telling them WHY it had been canceled and she was back to almost breaking the bones in Leandre’s hand as her anxiety and fear rose. If someone would do something like that to a relative of Abriella and Cruz’s, would they dare to come to the Palace as well? Were they secure? Did they need to worry? Without realizing it, she had stopped moving, stopped blinking, even stopped breathing and was just staring at Deacon.

“Sweetheart, you need to breathe.” Leandre’s calm and deep voice next to her wove its way through the thick fog of her mind to reach her in the hidden recess where she had disassociated to, hiding from the fear that had come welling up from the depths of her. “You’re safe and you’re going to stay safe. No one can hurt you here.” More reassurances finding their way through the blanket of safety she had long ago learned to put up around her mind so that she could endure not only what Gabriel had sent her way but also the things her own mind could do to her.

“Yael, Leandre and I are not going to leave you alone. You are safe.” Deacon now joined in, his voice dropping and a greater warmth coming to it. He was looking forward to finding Gabriel and bringing about a reckoning and revenge, he’d have to train with Arioch and Raguel later, he was sure the boys could use a power boost. But that would have to wait until Yael was doing better. At the moment, all color had drained from her face and he was quite concerned about the Nephilim before him. A born warrior, she had been so broken he wasn’t sure she could have even battled a hamster in her current state.

A breath in, a breath out, a breath in, a breath out, slowly Yael started to breathe again. Each one required her to concentrate so she did not slip back into that safe room in her mind where no one and nothing could reach her. The place only she knew about and only she could be safe when the world around her threatened to destroy her. Gabriel had never been able to reach her there, the Heavens and Hells knew he tried though. Leandre and Deacon though, their soft voices, the caring woven into the very ether that carried their words to her ears, they found her in that small and quiet place and slowly coaxed her back out into reality. Were she to be asked in that minute, she would admit that scared her a little bit. For them to be able to do that meant that they had a power that no one else did, and she had learned long ago that anyone having power over you meant that they could destroy you just as much as love you.

“That’s it, little angel, you’re going to be fine. Damien losing his temper is nothing to be all scared about.” Leandre stroked her hand softly while throwing a glance over to Deacon that spoke far more words and a louder volume than he could have with his voice. They were going to have to play this delicately. “You know how Princesses can be. Kaylin was just being dramatic. Have to make an entrance. Deacon, Olly, Cruz, and Luc are more than a match for Damien. And the Palace has more protections on it than you can imagine.” Managing to finally pry his now numb hand free of hers, he switched them out, and lightly stroked her back with the one where it felt like she’d actually mangled fingers. Damn strong female.

Watching Leandre free his hands, Deacon had to try not to laugh. He could only imagine how tight a grip she had on the male, and was glad it wasn’t him. “It’s just a family squabble. Nothing to worry about, dear. I promise. Just them showing up threw a wrench in Abriella’s plans; and like Leandre said, she and Asher were all dramatic about it. I mean, who makes their entry in a fountain?” Now he did give out a small chuckle and tried to give her a smile. He had tried to be delicate in recounting the events, but apparently had failed somewhere along the way. Navigating instances like this was going to be a learning experience for all of them. No doubt this would not be the last such a time.

Yael’s head dropped again. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I…” A deep sigh came from her and her head shook, causing her hair to fall forward, forming a chestnut curtain on either side of her face, thankfully blocking everything from her view. Not having to see helped her to gather a little courage, which felt like a whole lot of courage to her. “It’s not that I doubt either of you, or anyone here in the Palace. I’ve just spent so long not knowing where the next blow was going to come from, when, or if I’d even recognize the face that delivered it because he was good at hiding. Every event could lead to another…another…another..”

A deep breath in, a breath out, a breath in, a breath out, concentrate on breathing and slowing down her words, she could do this. “Any time that there is upset like this, even if I’m not involved, I worry that I’m going to be blamed for it.” Tears pricked at her eyes, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, hear her blood rushing in her ears, and she felt the desire to get up and run. It was a battle to stay seated, one she was winning only because of the soft feel of Leandre’s fingers against her back and the tight hold she had on his hand. He was currently Yael’s anchor in the tempest of emotions swirling within her. “Please don’t give up on me.” The last words came out as almost a whisper, a prayer.

“Little angel, I’ve told you, I shall not leave you alone.” Leandre’s voice was deep and soft as he reassured her once more that she had nothing to fear. He wanted her to have confidence that no matter what came in the future, she would not have to face it alone again. Deacon was quick to offer similar reassurances as well. Both men knew what it was like to feel alone in facing darkness, which is why Abriella had asked them to help Yael, and why they had agreed. “You have no reason to worry.”

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docholligay · 1 year

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The Lions of Al-Rassan

Non-spoilery: A very interesting take on what it means to have something be “fantasy”. It actually kind of worked for me: This is an alt history of the crumbling of Moorish Spain. There are no dragons or wizards or whatever the fuck. It calls itself fantasy because it renames the Jews and Christians and Muslims and El Cid and all that shit and then does whatever the fuck it wants with the history. I love a good Not!Place, but also...I would have accused this book of presentism VIOLENTLY. But then it calls itself fantasy. The fantasy is that people living in Asharite Spain on the edge of the Reconquista are going to act in ways entirely palatable to a mid 90s Canadian dude. And you know? WEIRDLY I WAS VERY FINE WITH THAT. It felt very truth in advertising. But I can only be pushed so far and boy did it sail on past that.

SPOILERY:

You ever read something, and have a BIG problem with it, and that big problem magnifies all the tiny problems you had with it? This was me and the Lions of Al-Rassan.

If you haven’t read this, you need to know a few offhand terms: Asharite = Muslim, Jaddite = Christian, Kindath = Jewish. This is very unsubtle in the text, so I promise you I am not stretching this when I say that. I’m not saying that in a negative way! Just a truthful one.

The good:

I love fake!Europe shit, like most basic Western bitches, because I know enough to never feel lost, but there’s a lot of flexibility there. I thought it was clever the way Kay has all three religions worshiping different aspects of the same sky in a none-too-subtle tip of the hand to his own thoughts on the matter.

I know I talked about this above, but I LOVED this sort of take on what it means for a book to be “fantasy” to a point. I feel Kay pressed that point til it bled, but I don’t think it always HAS to be that way, if he had backed it off JUST a hair, I think it could have killed. But make no mistake, Rodrigo and Jehane and Ammar act exactly the way you hope they will.

I thought it presented the history really well for people who had no idea. You would not need to know anything about the Iberian peninsula, including like, where it is, in order to enjoy this book.

There are SOME characters that you are allowed to love and hate in equal measure, or not understand. Unfortunately, they are all side characters, but I appreciate it anyway. The various kings of the lands are presented as imperfect beings at best.

The bad:

I mean, this is more the eh, but it’s hilarious to me that they try and set Rodrigo up as a distinctive choice for Jehane when we know like, from the word go that she’s going to end up with Ammar. I mean, come on. I didn’t care for the love triangle aspect anyhow, but this was just silly.

For fuck’s sake. For, the sake of fuck. The moment I gave up on this book was the moment they had a fucking blind man do brain surgery in the desert and the kid does so fine he grows up to be royal advisor. And this is after me giving the book MULTIPLE leaps in this direction. I waved it off, and waved it off, and when it came to this, a moment that could have actually been about the fucking bill for war, and how it comes to door, and when you live by the sword you die by it, but that’s not the issue, when you live by it, people who admire you choose to live by it as well, and in that, THEY sometimes die by it, and you have to know it was you that brought them there. Then, this brain surgery that doesn’t always work NOW, and certainly not without the risk of lasting damage (SKULL SMASHED IN BY A WAR HAMMER) works perfectly and fine and I was done. I was emotionally fucking done with the book. It could have done almost anything from that point on and could not have saved it, but only because this was a REPEATED offense, and this was the time they expected me to get emotionally involved.

Jehane never fails. Her father never fails. She either says it can’t be done, or she wins the day, but she never tries to save a patient and bitterly fails. This annoyed me, given the arts she was working with.

the ugly:

Eta: I am CLEARLY so much angrier about this next part than I thought I was. You’ve been warned, rant incoming

The 90s were a different time than the time in which I am currently living but Jesus “We killed him once and we’ll do it again” Christ, who do I have to kill for every Kindath not to be a peerless and upstanding moral fortress of loyalty and good? I don’t know if Kay is trying to exorcise something, or if he’s Jewish and trying to make people like Jews, or whatever, but I grew REAL tired of every single Kindath being a saint. It’s one thing to have Jehane lash herself the mast of her oath and refuse to go against it even in the face of the murderers of her own people, even in the face of the slaughterers of children. Great. We love an oath that takes its signature in blood in this house.

It’s quite another to have every single motherfucking Jew standin gracefully take horrific fucking treatment without deeply held resentment or desire for revenge. Her father is literally BLINDED and has his TONGUE CUT OUT for saving the kind’s mistress, and he says he’d do it again because of his oath to Galinus. I think it might have been appropriate for him to maybe not let that one go. Or for Jehane not to let that one go.

Actually--you know, I actually could have not just taken this, but loved this if it ever REALLY cost her something. So early in the novel she says she is going to make the king who did this fucking pay. I love that for her. But the book removes this from her aspect. Not only is she not the one who kills him, she’s not even there when it happens. So you have this moment where she could have been between her anger and her oath, and it could have been really compelling, but you don’t ever actually believe her anger. Because Kay sets the Kindath up as these people constantly fucking apologizing for being murdered.

Even Mazur, the advisor who is probably the closest to being a not-fantastic-all-th-time (but basically though) Kindath, chooses to sacrifice himself to torture and death to save his king. A Kindath who is murdered in the street by an Asharite mob was trying to save an Asharite child. Jehane hears about the destruction of a Jewish town, hears about babies being cut in two by swords for the crime of being born Kindath, and when Rodrigo is like “Oh, I am so sad, for I told you my people were to be trusted, and now they are not :(” Jehane, instead of saying something like, ‘I know what your people are, even if you don’t.” or something appropriately salty, is like, ‘I know it wasn’t you :) I would never judge you by your people:) You’re not like other girls :)” And you know what? Fuck you.

This probably wouldn’t have bothered me if it was JUST Jehane, but all the Kindath have this sort of thing going on. No one is angry. No one is resentful. No one wants to tell the Asharites or Jaddites to go fuck themselves, even in their own homes. It would have been nice to at least have Jehane be human enough to let whether or not Garcia de Rada (For those who haven’t read: A murderer and rapist) got an infection on his fucking cheek be between him and God, whichever that might be. But no, we can’t do that, because we’re a Kindath character, and so we have to tell him to clean up.

I did not actually realize how much this bothered me until I was sitting here writing this, but CLEARLY it did.

Also, I rolled my eyes so heavily when her parents were like, “That’s fine! We’re happy you found someone who doesn’t share our culture or ways of being, whose people have murdered ours whenever things get too hot. As long as you’re happy, honey!” There’s less struggle than Fiddler on the fucking Roof.

For all this, I actually wouldn’t say I hate this book! I just think it’s middling. A solid 5/10, 7/10 once I chill out maybe. I love the POSSIBILITY of it, I love the IDEA of it, but it ends up being more of a romance in many ways than it does a sweeping alt-history. I loved the first oh, 300 pages or so of it, and gave it a pass on the medical nonsense and presentism until it just passed a point for me where I was like “give a bitch a break”. I would not recommend this for people looking for complex Jewish characters. The Kindath don’t get to be complex. They get to be perfect victims.

#doc reads #but enough about me let's talk about me #this is SPECIFICALLY part of the reason I started writing Yael in my OW universe #If I have Angela be everything she is I NEED there to be another Jew who's like:#Murder's subjective aint it?#Not killing...but I'm not sure I've ever done a murder #anyway i really did enjoy the v first oh 300 pages

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cljordan-imperium · 1 year

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HEADS UP 7 UP

I was tagged by @ceph-the-writing-spook

I'm going to tag @writingpotato07, @saltysupercomputer, @dogmomwrites, and anyone else who would like to play along.

Warning - alluding to past torture/abuse

A little more than 7, but wanted to give the complete paragraph

“Little Angel, I went through torture at the hands of our enemy once after I was handed over by someone I trusted. It left scars in my mind that I still battle at times. I know what it is to be scared of shadows and things that you can’t explain to others. Not the same as what you went through, but the effects do not differ that greatly. Orpheus and Andronicus, two of my closest friends, they were there for me during my darkest hours after my freedom. Abriella asked me to help you because of what I went through, because I know what it is like to have body, mind, and soul broken by someone you trusted…someone you loved.” Leander kept his eyes on her, letting her see the sincerity of his words. Maybe someday he’d tell her more, let her know the secrets that few were privy to. The last person he’d told, Talia, had betrayed them all and used his past pain against him to try to turn him against those he loved, those he trusted, and those who he knew loved him. He knew that Yael was different, that her reaction to Adriel was not an act but a visceral response to a fear that she could not control, but instead controlled her. She was not putting on a front to gain sympathy like what Talia had been doing was, but he was still hesitant to say too much and open himself up to that kind of pain again. In some ways he and the trembling Nephilim in his arms were much the same, damaged souls trying to survive with the pain from wounds that left no outward scars.

#heads up 7 up #writeblr #my writing #The Imperium Chronicles #writeblr connect #writeblr community #Leandre #demon #fear #trauma #torture #abuse #Yael

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yaelibex · 8 months

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coming home from the mall realizing theres nothing stopping me from making fics of mim...

#okay except my inability to write ...but still....#hehe mim....(*´ω｀*)...#yael notes

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palaceofimperium · 1 year

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Moving from where she had been standing at Cruz’s side, Abriella stood directly across from her friend. “Yael, you have endured hardships, punishments, and mental torture that no one truly deserves. Manipulation of your thoughts and emotions were allowed to endure for too long, and there are few that can understand what effect that has on the psyche and the view of the world it creates. I know that you have had anxiety regarding coming here, in truth I know there is little you do not have anxiety regarding anymore.” Her words were soft and heartfelt, not full of pity or in any way demeaning. While speaking Abriella had reached over and gently taken Yael’s hand in her own. She wanted her friend to know that she was safe and that no one took what had happened with Gabriel lightly. “However, I selected one of my personal guards that I truly believe can understand your viewpoint more than you might expect. While it will take some patience from both of you, I believe you can help one another to see that the world is not such a dark place as you have come to see it. Do not let his gruff and stoic exterior intimidate you, I promise you he is a lot softer than he first appears.” She winked with a smile, and when she continued her voice held affection for her guard. “Stoic is I believe one of his middle names, but he is also a fierce protector and that is what you also need during this time of recovery. And Leander remembers what coming out of the dark of a prison can feel like.” While he’d agreed to do this and even wanted to, Leandre was still having second thoughts while he stood talking to some of the others during what felt more like an awards speech than an introduction. Deciding it was too late to back out now and not look like a monumental jackass, he took a deep breath and hoped for the best as he stepped through the doorway into the grand dining room where everyone was gathered. Rather than being in his fighting leathers as Thenasus had done, Leandre was in a suit from the human realm, with a crisp white shirt underneath. He had decided to forgo the tie for the day and left the top couple of buttons on the white shirt he wore undone. It was his hope that this would help the female he was charged with protecting and guiding to relax if he didn’t look quite so formal, but he couldn’t be as relaxed as some of the others who would come later. That was only around those he knew very well. According to Brie, Yael was more akin to a scared mouse than an Angelic or Nephilim warrior, which is what she had been for centuries.

As he walked towards the table, Leandre saw Yael’s reaction and couldn't say he disagreed with his friend and Queen. Yael was also absolutely stunning with fine and elegant features on her narrow face, eyes the most beautiful shade of hazel that seemed to change color as he neared her and the light changed, and hair a shade off of auburn; and nothing like he expected. From the trepidation he could see in her entire demeanor, he was glad he wore the suit over his uniform of the Guard. As nervous as she appeared sitting there, almost clinging to Abriella’s hand, in his full regalia, she might have passed out. Leandre knew a thing about torture and fear, he would not want to put her ill at ease, especially at their first meeting. What he had endured had been weeks, hers had been years. While he understood some of what she had endured, in ways he could not know how she had withstood all she had while maintaining a modicum of sanity.

Sliding through a small break in the table made for just that, Leandre bowed to her but kept his eyes on her face. "Lady Yael, I may not be as relaxed as some of the others in Imperium, but I promise you will always be safe with me and we will work through it all together." He brought the back of her hand to his lips and Lee swore he heard her make a small squeak. His eyes cut over to Abriella slowly as he stood back up, maybe he did want to know exactly “how bad” it had been; something he had previously chosen not to know thinking it would be better for Yael to tell him.

While he wasn't as big as Thenasus, Leandre was also a massive warrior. Broad shoulders, tall, and powerful, Yael believed him to be even larger than Gabriel. It was hard to trust he would not hurt her like her old commander had. Even with the calm and peacefulness she had seen in his oceanic blue eyes, it was hard for her not to feel fear coiling in her belly. It was all she could do not to recoil when he’d taken her hand, then the feel of his lips and the scruff of his goatee against her skin had created a whole other sensation she hadn’t felt before. Outside of Gabriel, the few other angels and Nephilim she interacted with as part of her responsibilities with the Angelic Legion, and those males who had been part of her mission, Yael had been around very few males. Abriella’s brother Cruz and their friend Arch were the only two with regularity, and they were the only two that she trusted. Trusting this new one would take some time.

When Leandre had taken his seat, Yael tried to give him a soft smile, but she wasn’t sure how it actually turned out due to her nerves. She figured it must not have been too bad because Abriella squeezed her hand and Leandre nodded towards her with a small smile of his own. She had a feeling that might be the most he ever did since it earned a raised brow, but pleased look, from Abriella. Yael had to admit she did like the look of it on him, his chestnut colored hair long enough to be bruising his eyebrow on the side he had it parted to giving him an almost boyish charm to his otherwise rugged face. Definitely handsome.

Abriella watched Yael carefully. She also caught the look that Leandre had thrown her, and knowing him as well as she did told her that he was going to want to know more than what she’d told him in their previous conversations. It had been her hope that Yael could be the one to divulge that information, but it might be better if she did. That way there would not be any accidental upsets that could cause things to slide backwards, or worse. There would be time for that later after everyone had gotten settled.

Once Leandre was settled and Yael’s racing heart seemed to have calmed, Abriella revealed a surprise. "I know there are some special circumstances that have made you feel like no one can understand your lack of experience in areas others have, especially relationship wise.” Yael started to get nervous once more as Abriella started another introduction. Her breath stuttered and her eyes glanced furtively around. Did everyone know, were they all laughing at her the way that Gabriel had? Would they all judge her and look down on her? Yael’s breath quickened and her heart started pounding, how had she agreed to this? Was it too late to go back to the Sanctuary in New Orleans?

Leandre’s hand found the top of Yael’s on the table, gently laying atop it, and she found it calming and reassuring, somehow. The warmth of it seemed to seep into her veins and fight the fear that had been trying to course through them. “There is another here in Imperium that is much like you. He too has felt like an outsider at times, but knows that we all love him regardless and that it doesn’t define him. A Horseman and my cousin, he is also one of the gentlest souls I know when not on the battlefield. Deacon, Horseman of Famine, specifically asked to work with you and Lee, so you will not feel alone in those areas where you feel no one could understand." Abriella gave Yael a soft and warm smile, wishing she could ease the pain and fear she knew her friend felt. Between Leandre and Deacon, there were probably no others who truly could understand what she was feeling or what she had endured.

Like Leandre, Deacon had opted for a suit and no tie. When Deacon had told Lee he'd wanted to work with them, at first the Demonic Nephilim had seemed insulted that Deacon might think that he couldn't handle a simple Nephilim who was having trouble adjusting to a life free from torture and fear at the hands of her former commander. That was until Deacon explained she was a virgin, something Deacon had learned from his own father. Then it sank in, Deacon was probably one of the very few in the realm who might understand other than a full Angel, and no one was going to have her working with one of those anytime soon.

In fact, the final details of them working together had been made for them to tag team things while Brie was getting the women that morning. Cruz was to have told her as they were all seated for breakfast. Deacon was originally supposed to have been a backup, but knowing how he'd felt through the years about his homosexuality and lack of relationships, he felt that he was in the unique position to help. Leandre had agreed the more that they talked and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have an extra set of hands when one of them was busy. Now that he’d seen how skittish she really was, Leandre thought they were both going to have their hands full until she felt that she was truly safe in Imperium.

When Deacon entered the room, Yael didn’t feel the same fear that she had for Leandre. Deacon’s whole demeanor was more relaxed, and had she not known he was a Horseman, she would never have guessed. He looked more like a model: tall with wide shoulders and narrow hips, chiseled features, with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He looked more like he should be walking a runway in Milan rather than a warrior and Horseman. She knew he started out a Nephilim the same as she was, but she had never seen another one anywhere close to looking like he did.

"Hi, Yael. I want to help in any way I can. Friend, confidant, shoulder, brother, whatever it is that you need. Leandre and I have different styles, but we agree that you will always be safe with us both and we will work together and with you to help you heal from all you've been through." Deacon's style was definitely less formal and more warm, and it earned him a small smile. It was a start, and it was good enough for now.

Leandre still had his hand lightly on top of hers, and it was helping Yael feel calmer as another large male was now seated next to her. She didn’t know why, except maybe she did believe that he would protect her and she was safe with him. That combined with Deacon being so relaxed and friendly, and looking less intimidating that either Leandre or Thenasus had Yael smiling back at him, and then over at Leandre. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She could do this. Even as stoic as Leandre seemed to be, he didn’t seem to be judging her and he hadn’t been harsh in the slightest. He was just more formal. Formal she could do. And he was watching with what looked like genuine concern in his eyes, maybe he didn’t use his words but it was clear that there was more going on under the surface..

Abriella waited for Deacon to get comfortable after sitting, and she noticed that when he did, Yael ended up with each of the men holding one of her hands. She didn’t think she’d ever seen the other Nephilim actually look relaxed until then. But, then again, she wasn’t sure until that moment that Yael had felt safe. With Deacon on one side and Leandre on the other, Yael had to know that there was no way that even if Gabriel had walked into the dining room that he could do anything to her. Even if her grandfather, Div, tried, she wasn’t sure that he’d get too far with those two. Even better than her think it was that YAEL seemed to think it; and after centuries of living in what had to be constant fear, to see her relax was a relief.

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serenpedac · 9 months

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I'm very 👀👀 about these WIP titles of yours!

Caoimhe Yael - do both characters exist in the same world? Do they get on when they first meet or is their relationship take time to develop?

Dreams & Fangs - that sounds either incredibly fluffy or soul destroying XD Can you say a little more about it?

I am in love with you - I know you said something before about the conversation between Yael and Nate at the end of B3, do you have anything planned out for the lead up to the breakup?

Thank you for the questions!! They were fun to answer!

Caoimhe Yael - Thank you so much for asking about this one ^^ So, they don't really exist in the same world, as my wife's TTRPG campaign is not set in the Wayhaven universe, but it is a monster hunters, "real" world setting, so I just decided they do live in the same world.

They don't clash at the start, but Caoimhe, who is a powerful supernatural (she's a baobhan sith), is a bit doubtful at having to team up with a regular human. Yael, on her part, needs some time to feel comfortable working with someone she barely knows. This means that Caoimhe tries to make Yael stay out of the action, and Yael's impulse is to go along. Of course, the mission will force them to learn to trust each other and themselves more.

Dreams & Fangs - haha, it's neither fluffy nor soul destroying (I hope). It's Yael dreaming about Nate biting her in the, ehm, heat of the moment. Nate, who thinks she's having a nightmare because of how restless she is, wakes her up. Only to then realise why she was this restless. I've yet to decide whether I want to sprinkle in some angst then, or if it will just be self-indulgent smut.

I am in love with you - This ficlet touches on some of the issues that will lead to Nate initiating that conversation at the end of B3, as well as on Yael's state of mind. Other than that, I'm planning for some brief flashbacks that come up during the time that they are split up, to try to explain their reasoning, but there won't be any major non-canon events that cause it. (ngl, I'm kind of anxious about writing Nate's part, but have been talking with some wonderful people about it, which has helped <3)

#look i just wanted to write a sexy biting fic #and with all the angst i've been putting yael and nate through as of late #maybe dreams & fangs will stay only smutty #with no or minimal angst

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kammartinez · 24 days

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#yael goldstein-love #books #writing #the possibilities

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jewishcissiekj · 2 months

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These Jedi Masters are making the worst decision of Orla Jareni's life

#yael is reading star wars #YOU FUCKING IDIOTS #TELL SOMEONE #ANYONE #WRITE IT DOWN #cataclysm

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Review: Idiots In Love by Yael Moxic

First of all, here’s the link if you wanna check it out for yourself:

Genre: Romance

Rating: 3/5 stars

My Review:

So, first of all, the premise; Jasper is an intern at a hospital in London, England, and he’s hopelessly in love with Oliver Steele, one of the surgeons at said hospital. He’s too afraid to approach him, however, so he enlists of morgue worker, and self-professed witch Genevieve, who agrees to cast a spell to help him get close to Oliver.

I had high hopes for this one. I was lured in by the adorable cover (Created by the author themselves!), and the promise of a hospital friends to lovers romcom (Alina likes medical drama and whump OwO). I liked the writing style and the way that the characters were brought to life, and the romance was pretty adorable too. I liked Jasper and Oliver’s interactions, and the progression of their relationship. I really, really wanted to give this book a higher rating, but unfortunately, it was riddled with errors that I just couldn’t ignore.

First thing’s first, there is a reason why one of the first pieces of advice that a writer will get is to write what they know, and it was clear to me that the author did not know much of what they were writing about. A quick Google search will tell you that elementary schools do not exist in England, and yet the characters speak about being in elementary school multiple times despite most of them having lived in England for their entire lives. The main cast work in a hospital, and on multiple occasions bribe each other to give out information such as patient files and timetables which should be, by law, confidential, and when they do, it’s always treated as a silly joke between friends rather than an incident of gross misconduct which no medical professional would ever do if they valued their job, and the safety of their staff and patients. The sex scene which happens right at the end of the book, 90 minutes before Oliver is due to go into surgery also struck me as hugely unprofessional, instead of romantic, as it was intended, and I highly doubt that a surgeon would have the time for sex right before surgery anyway, as they would likely have prep work to do long before the surgery begins. There were spelling and grammar errors everywhere, enough to make me think that this book wasn’t edited, or even proofread before publication, and the line breaks in the middle of the pages were distracting and looked unprofessional. I would urge the author to please hire an editor for their next project. All writers need editors, it’s a simple fact of life. Editors catch the things that we would otherwise miss, and ensure that our works look polished and professional.

In spite of everything, I would like to see more of Yael Moxic’s works. They’re clearly a very young author, and I think that they have a lot of potential, but they need to do a lot more work on their stories, and hire an editor in future.

#book review #romance novel #idiots in love #yael moxic #romcom #friends to lovers #goodreads #indie author #writeblr #authorblr #writing community #author boost

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