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randomnameless · 9 months

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This is part 2! Too many topics in a single ask. More details on Dragon in the tower au coming soon if you want.

I never really talked about his personality so here we go! Pan was generally calm and stoic pre-zanado and has become pretty much unflappable since then because really heightened emotions can cause him to partially transform, a borderline painful experience. Tho he can be very funny and expressive when he wants to be, usually around his fam. He also tries to lie about his past as little as possible, usually by giving vague, general answers or even outright ignoring/deflection the question. Sometimes he will take the funny route if other people are present, Hanneman has been a victim of this.

He is very observant and has great judgement, it also translates into having decent foresight. But self-esteem issues combined with survivor's guilt + other stuff makes him feel like he has to do everything by himself. He thrives in an environment where there are people who he can support and who will support him in turn but ends up depriving himself of it. Which is why he's at his best when given responsibility of many people, like during the War of Eagle and Lion or the war in canon era.

This also makes him seem like a massive hypocrite in his Dimitri interactions lol. He's all like "You need to let others help and support you, it is our bonds that give us true strength" while also not telling his fam anything.

He was anti-empire from the beginning. He saw that the nabateans had little value beyond their powers to the nobility, afraid that they would end up becoming living tools for the empire. The rest dismissed him as being paranoid, he was in a pretty bad mental state after all.

Kyphon, while leading a small company of men, comes across a stranger who warns him about Imperial soldiers headed their way and offers to act as a lookout. Not wanting to risk their cover, he sends one of his trusted men with the stranger. Everything went smoothly and they were able to escape notice. Kyphon thanks the stranger and promises to lend aid were they to meet again in the future.

Then he and Loog meet this stranger Again, who gets them out of a bind Again. Loog is very grateful and says they're in his debt, the stranger just shrugs it off and leaves. Then they meet a third time and Kyphon asks if he has been following them. The stranger reluctantly admits that he has 'been curious about this movement and wished to see where it would lead' and finally introduces himself as [REDACTED], a mage and a scholar. Loog says some pretty words and convinces him to join.

Pan just goes with the flow, if they think this nickname is cooler who's he to stop them? Hence everyone forgot what he actually said his name was.

Weapon hcs: Durability is an important game mechanic but the implementation kinda sucked regarding relics so I made up my own version. Having to farm umbral steel to repair relics makes no sense worldbuilding-wise, like how did they repair these things when demonic beasts were next to non-existent? So in my version they can repair themselves like SotC. If you need them repaired faster, you can embue them certain kind of magic to accelerate the process. This is also how sacred weapons work, the magic infused in them repairs the weapon but you can still use mythril.

Would she try to recruit him, as Flamey? Maybe pull something like the enemies of my enemies are my allies (unless they're stinky lizards, they can be my allies for 2 seconds before I backstab them)?

I never thought about it like this!! Their dynamic would be absolutely hilarious! I can only imagine this ending in (not) betrayal at the holy tomb where he kills all the main players and prevents the war from happening. Edelgard, lying in the pool of her own blood, asks "Why?" His only reply is "Shouldn't have called us vile creatures that need to be exterminated." And she has a look of RealizationTM on her face.

Poor Pan though, but I wonder how he would have reacted to Jerry if Jerry told him his kid wasn't "normal", would he become protective of Billy who's, regardless of everything, part of his fam, or would he berate Rhea on not having told that human a thing about this Billy child?

Billy: I only found out I had a last name after coming to the monastery.

Pan: *looks at the camera like in The Office*

In a different hc/au Pan arrives at GMM while Citrus was around and he becomes her uncle figure. Rhea explains everything about Citrus & the previous homunculi, and also Jerry. So when he sees Jerry try to woo his 20 year old niece, every protective instinct in his body goes on full alert. He becomes their ultimate cockblocker and Jerry had never wanted to strangle anyone more. Citrus however has no clue what's going on and is just enjoying spending time with her uncle and that other guy who brings flowers sometimes :')

(did Pan and Loog hold hands or something?)

It's Schrödinger's hand holding! The benefit of hcs is that you can have contradictory ones at the same time! In the verses where they do hold hands, Pan reveals who he is and Loog'n'Kyphon are super cool with it and tell no one!

- Lizard Pan anon

Cool!

Nabateans trying to be vague about their past is my bread and butter lol, at least it's better than Seteth coming up with "Flayn is my daughter, it's totally true (and a foolproof disguise, I mean we managed to trick humans by using hair dye so this should work)" or Flayn who routinely forgets she's not supposed to be a lizard!

It must be sad to have to restrain his emotions to avoid transformation though...

The Blaiddyd curse lol, are we sure they only hold hands? Or Pan acts like his sister does during the battle of Garreg Mach, where she holds back the Imperial Army with perfect knowledge she might not return...

He thrives in an environment where there are people who he can support and who will support him in turn but ends up depriving himself of it

They all need to be around people lol but yeah, it's awesome how we can agree that some nabateans need to be around people, to help them and also to be helped, but someone said "no pointy ears" so they have to hide or disappear in a certain route...

Aww

Too bad he would be proven right a few years down the drain (1k!) but again, it's all about the right or wrong people being in charge, even if from a logical point of view, what should prevent the Willy gang from dicing Rhea'n'the others to gain more power or to use them as tools, as the humans following Nemesis did?

Loog says some pretty words and convinces him to join.

This makes me think of the feast of decadence where the guy pretending to be willy on stage says "words of love" to the person pretending to be seiros on stage lol

But it's a cool idea! Cryptid/random person Pan helps those humans who are in a bind, and helps them later on, again and again, ultimately joining their effort to fight against asses who think they are subhumans, or should be treated as such.

Right after he joins some Srengese guy in the army comments that the new guy reminded him of Pan, a minor deity in his land, seen as a shepherd who protects them from the wilds, with the way he led them away from the Adrestians. Everyone thought this was the coolest thing ever and started calling him Pan. Pan just goes with the flow, if they think this nickname is cooler who's he to stop them? Hence everyone forgot what he actually said his name was.

He was renamed !

IIRC in Claude's paralogue it's mentionned some people in Sreng worship the weird beast that is actually Macuil? Maybe the "minor deity Pan" was also another Nabatean? Or another being entirely.

And it makes more sense than whatever we have in-game (unless we're supposed to understand Billy'n'co are hunting Nabateans or humans turned into demonic beasts to repair their relics...)

I know some people don't like the "magic" excuse, but it works way better.

Rhea watching the scene unfold with a nervous laugh "haha I don't know what they are talking about, and by the way, no, this child is completely delured, Willy would never have done that." while Pan gives the longest sigh ever, but at least, everyone, dead and alive, is safe!

Pan would get upset at Jerry regardless of Billy's lizardness. It's not Rhea's fault he's a terrible father! He has seen many humans with these traits and they don't deserve to be treated like this either! Billy: I only found out I had a last name after coming to the monastery. Pan: *looks at the camera like in The Office*

To Pan who has to learn how to restrain himself for fear of transforming, people calling Billy emotionless must hurt, they feel things, they just cannot outwardly show them!

Citrus tells Pan how Jerry is nice, he tells her stories and brings her flowers, he's kind for a human!

"and then what next, you'll tell me he can swallow noodles through his nose and find it awesome? Or borrow my stuff to give it to him?"

"of course not, he isn't completely stupid! Who would even do that? It's not awesome it's gross!"

Will Billy ever come to exist in this AU?

Then Pan will also have to deal with Aelfric also trying to woo her, and Rhea's useless because she calls Aelfric "her child" while Pan has to explain her that no for human, if they are both "her children" they can't court!

No Loog'n'Kyphon "sekrit history" then?

It would be hilarious for he and Rhea to have "edit wars", Rhea pushing the "Bestest Greatest Emperor to have existed Willy" while Pan pushes the "super brave and strong and courageous King Loog", and children of the monastery will judge, if they prefer to play "pretend I'm the super king of Lions" Pan wins, but if they prefer to play "I'm the Great Emperor who defeated the evil nemesis!" Rhea wins.

Cichol returns and calls them hopeless.

#lizard pan anon #yay #FE16 #fodlan hc #lizard family time?#go ahead with the dragon tower AU lol #did it prompt people to write tales about dragons living in towers?#Rhea got a chckle out of this #since she sleeps in the highest tower of the monastery #but it's because of the star terrace!#Pan in tears when a kid prefers to play as willy instead of as loog 'he was completely stupid and never defeated nemesis!!'#but he's written off as a grumpy old man

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hiddendreamer67 · 5 years

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The Human Among Dragons (3/?)

Summary: Roman is surprised to wake up at all, and has many questions for the strange human who seems to be walking the line between Roman’s savior and his captor. Unfortunately, Roman’s many questions put Virgil on the defensive side.

October Prompt #9: Alone.

Read more of my writing at @hiddendreamerwriting! Links to previous parts and the taglist in my reblog.

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Roman hadn’t been certain he would wake up. Most people who collapsed at the feet of a dragon didn’t live to tell the tale; and yet, slowly, Roman found himself becoming conscious again.

He groaned, vocalizing his discomfort as with the consciousness came another round of pain. His ribs were still sore with the deep cuts left there from the creature’s claws, and Roman’s entire being ached from being thrown against the wall.

Honestly, Roman wanted nothing more than to drift back asleep for another hundred years, but he forced himself to wake up. He wasn’t safe here, he needed to get a grasp on his surroundings and escape the danger.

The knight opened his eyes, cautiously sitting up. It was dark, wherever he was, to the point that it took several minutes for his sight to begin to adjust. He was in a cave, much smaller than the one where he had fought the dragons. The only source of light came from the entrance, but based on how limited that was Roman could only assume it was night.

Strangely, Roman discovered he was not lying on the stone floor. He lifted up some of the fabric around him, forming a thick nest of the softest blankets Roman had ever seen. It shimmered eerily, in a way that was clearly not of mortal origins. Could dragons even craft? But why would they craft anything for him?

“You’re awake.”

Roman jumped, hand reflexively going to his sword but finding it wasn’t there. He looked to the entryway, weary of the shadowy figure there. Roman relaxed a hair, realizing that this was another human.

Right… there had been a human, hadn’t there? Back in the dragon’s clutches. How long had this person been a prisoner of those beasts? Roman felt a twinge of sympathy, realizing that these blankets must have been intended for the first human taken captive. But why had the dragons decided to take Roman as well?

The figure stepped forwards, reaching into a pocket to pull out a circular orb. The human tossed it into the air, and Roman blinked as it became a soft glowing light hovering in the center of the cave. Now Roman could see more of his surroundings. Blankets and other soft belongings covered most of the cave floor, some piled into the center. Scattered throughout Roman also saw a large amount of valuables, gold glittering in the gentle light. A crown embedded with amethysts was propped atop a tower of precious gems, more than Roman had ever even dreamed of seeing in his lifetime. It almost looked like… like….

“Is this a hoard?” Roman’s eyes widened in realization, turning to the human for confirmation.

The human in question tilted his head, squinting at Roman. “...obviously.” Now able to get a good look at the shady figure, Roman observed every detail. His skin was abnormally pale, eyes dark and foreboding. He had shifted, chest jutted out as if trying to be intimidating. Looking at the way the stranger’s muscles rippled beneath his ethereal shirt, it almost worked. It was a shame Roman had a habit of laughing in the face of danger.

“What happened?” Roman asked, brimming with questions. “Who are you? How long was I out?”

“Not so fast, human.” The stranger scoffed, standing up even straighter. “I’ll be doing the questioning here.”

Roman’s brow furrowed, confused by his defensive tone and the way he referred to Roman as merely ‘human’. Weren’t they on the same side? Then again, Roman didn’t know how long this person had been imprisoned. Perhaps he had been brainwashed, or was being used by the dragons to gather secrets from Roman. “Alright.” Roman agreed, deciding to warily play along. “Then what exactly are your questions, Dragon Dweller?”

The stranger’s lip twitched down. “You may call me Virgil.” He muttered.

“Roman.” Roman responded in turn. Virgil seemed confused at his response. “It’s my name?”

“I didn’t ask.” Virgil shook his head, but he didn’t seem particularly irritated. He grumbled, running a hand through his hair. “...why are you here?”

“Why do you want to know?” Roman answered with a question of his own.

Virgil snarled, a deep guttural sound. “Because you threatened my family.”

Roman’s eyebrows shot straight into his hairline. “Your family?”

“Yeah, my family.” Virgil snapped, clearly defensive. “Why’d you attack Logan? Why’d you come into the mountains? Nobody ever comes here.”

“More like nobody ever comes down!” Roman scoffed. “I’ve heard of plenty of adventurers heading towards the mountains, and it’s not hard to see why nobody returns if there are dragons.” Of course, Roman would have suspected the beasts to be eating humans, not keeping them captive.

“Stop lying.” Virgil hissed, stomping his foot. “The clan would never behave like that, I…” Virgil trailed off, his expression growing uncertain. “...I would know.” He finished lamely.

Roman felt another strike of pity in his heart, slowly rising to try and comfort his fellow man. Instantly he felt Virgil’s glare upon him. There was a flash of silver, and Roman found himself being threatened with his own sword.

“Down.” Virgil commanded, and Roman felt inclined to obey as he sat cautiously back in the pile of blankets. He eyed the way Virgil held the blade, strong but shaking. Clearly inexperienced.

“Alright, easy there, Quick Fingers.” Roman put his hands up in surrender. Virgil lowered the weapon, but it stayed at his side, and Roman found his gaze flitting to it often, wishing it was in his own grip. “I was just going to offer my condolences. How long have you been captive here, anyhow?”

“I’m not a captive, so stop attempting to pity me.” Virgil’s glare remained firm, but an uncertainty danced across his eyes.

“...fair enough.” Roman let that clear lie slide. “Let me rephrase that then. How long have you been alone?”

This seemed to strike a nerve with Virgil, whose expression faltered. “I… I’m not alone. There’s Logan, and Patton, and-”

“Are they human too?” Roman asked, his hopes for a successful rescue mission dwindling the longer Virgil stayed silent. “Because dragons don’t count.”

“That’s not fair.” Virgil scoffed, a pained sort of sound choking his voice. “You- you don’t get to decide what counts. You’re a human, you kill without question, you torture each other, you- you-!”

“You need to get a grip.” Roman grimaced, watching the way the younger man seemed to be teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. “Because regardless of how delusional you are, Scaly Stockholm, you’re human too.”

Virgil was quiet for a very long time, not meeting Roman’s eye. With a defeated sort of energy he slumped against the cave wall, opposite Roman and still guarding the entrance.

“...I know.” Virgil admitted softly. “But I, uh, only figured that out yesterday.”

Roman blinked. “Wait, what?” Roman stared at him incredulously. “Well what did you think you were?”

“I’d never seen a human, alright?” Virgil snapped again, clearly on edge about the whole thing. “I just thought I was- you know-” Virgil attempted to gesture his meaning, but Roman was clueless to whatever he attempted to say. Virgil groaned. “...a dragon.”

Roman took one look at Virgil’s face before bursting out laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I’m being serious!” Virgil sprang to his feet again, his tone darkening as he threatened Roman weakly with the sword.

“Oh, no, I know.” Roman assured him, gently pushing the pointed end of the sword away from his face as he attempted to calm himself. “It’s just- why that’s absurd! I mean have you ever seen a dragon?”

“Yeah, I’d say one or two.” Virgil retorted sarcastically. “I’ve grown up surrounded by dragons, remember?”

“They’re gigantic scaly beasts! And you have no wings! What sort of deformed dragon would you be, anyhow?” Roman shook his head at the thought, before catching on to what this lunatic was saying. “Hang on a moment. Did you say you’ve grown up here?”

“Obviously.” Virgil hissed, as if this wasn’t the strangest place for a human child to live.

“So...your whole life.” Roman clarified. “Surrounded by nothing but monsters?”

This was clearly the wrong thing to say. Within moments the sword was pressed against Roman’s neck, and any nervous shaking that might have been present was replaced with a cold, steely determination.

For a second that lasted a lifetime, the two were locked in this position, Roman wondering if those black eyes would just swallow him whole. He searched those eyes for any sort of human sympathy, and finding none Roman could believe that Virgil truly was raised to be a beast.

“Never.” Virgil threatened, pushing the blade a bit closer. “Say that again.”

Roman knew better than to nod, waiting until the weapon left his throat to hastily agree. It seemed living in captivity all his life had inbred a certain form of Stockholm syndrome in Virgil. Roman could only hope to break through these barriers enough to convince Virgil to help them both escape.

“They’re not monsters.” Virgil insisted, his expression turning more human again as he watched Roman rub at his neck. “They took me in when I was a child. Logan and Patton have raised me as their own, to the point where everyone actually acted like… like I was one of them.”

So they were lying to you. Roman wanted to point out, but he chose to omit that portion of his thoughts in favor of keeping his head attached to his body. “Where did they find you?”

Virgil shifted on his feet. “I… I’ve never asked.”

“You’ve never asked?” Roman found that hard to believe. “What, you weren’t the slightest bit curious why you’re the only non-scaly member of the family?”

“It didn’t matter.” Virgil insisted. “And it doesn’t. This is my family now. Whoever abandoned me before is irrelevant.”

“Are you certain that they abandoned you, and you weren’t just taken from them?” Roman asked, knowing the way dragons liked to claim things as their own.

Virgil opened his mouth to reply, only to close it again. His response was enough for Roman to guess the answer:

I’ve never asked.

“I don’t want to think about that.” Virgil muttered, a self-conscious arm coming up to rub at the one still holding the sword. “And it doesn’t matter. Still doesn’t. Whatever happened was twenty years ago, even if they wanted me then… no. I’m wanted here. And that’s enough. I have a family who loves me.”

“A family who hides the truth from you.” Roman found the words spilling out of their own accord.

Virgil glared at him, but surprisingly the sword stayed at his side. “...seems that way.” Virgil murmured in agreement.

#dragon au #the human among dragons #part 3 #sanders sides #human!virgil #human!roman #dragon!logan #dragon!patton #dragons #dragon #knight!roman

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radioactivepeasant · 5 years

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

I was originally going to continue the Pokemon fic (which I still haven't given a title), but I just woke up from a fascinating dream and I want to write it out before I forget.

Alyss went barefoot onto the beach that morning. Her parents wouldn't have approved, with all the wildlife that had been showing up, but Alyss didn't mind. Her mother was working the store today, and her father was still on the supply run with the community's expedition team. They didn't have to know she was on the beach without her boots.

The little girl took a deep breath, enjoying the clean, salty air. On her way to dip her toes in the surf, she paused. The water thrashed and roiled like it was alive. Dozens, no, hundreds of crabs tumbled in the waves. Alyss recognized the little brown Devil's Fiddle crabs, crawling over each other in their desperation to get out of the water, and the coral colored False Cordyceps crabs that were taking the opportunity to snatch and devour their fellow crabs.

"I wonder what they're trying to get away from?"

[[MORE]]

Alyss jumped and turned to find the source of the voice. A young woman stood to her left, staring down at the writhing mass. Red hair hung in a clump of soaked, tangled braids, and her clothing dripped with seawater. Perched on her shoulder was a strange creature, no bigger than a mockingbird. It had wings like a bat, folded so that it's little fingers could grip the woman's shoulder, and a long tail, covered in spikes, hung down behind it. Periodically, the animal turned its head to groom its downy, moss-green fur. Presumably, it did not like the seawater.

"Who are you?" Alyss asked, startled.

The young woman frowned as if thinking. "I...think I knew before I was in the water. But now I don't. Tess? Tress? It was something like that."

That sounded unfortunate to Alyss. "Well, do you know where you were going?" she asked.

Tress shrugged and looked around. Perhaps a dozen yards from the beach, a series of shacks and cottages and shops had been built out of dark wood. Some seemed to have used driftwood, or the pieces of ships. The village was set into the base of the cliff, protected from nearly everything save flooding.

At the top of the cliff, in a shape like an arrowhead, lay a very different location. If Tress and Alyss squinted, they could just make out the towers of Acropora City. White stone walls surrounded the city, preventing anyone from falling off the cliff. It was where the king had chosen to make his summer home, upon realizing how defensible the spot was.

"...I don't think I was going up there," Tress remarked.

Alyss made a dismissive sound. "Oh well. Wanna help me look for gravediggers?"

Tress looked down at the nine year old with wide eyes. "I beg your pardon?"

"Shrimp," Alyss clarified. "The ones that tunnel through wet sand. I forget what they're called."

"Oh!" Tress laughed. "Sure. With all the things washing up on this beach, I'm sure there have to be some."

They sat down in the wet sand, digging with sticks for a few minutes. The little bat-panther-lizard thing on Tress's shoulder served to keep the crabs away while they searched.

"Don't let him eat the pretty ones," Alyss warned, "They're really poisonous."

But Tress waved her off with a snort. "Don't worry about Crow. Most poisons don't seem to bother her."

Suddenly, Alyss's stick hit something. Eagerly, she cleared away the sand. Something popped upright, and the girl launched backwards with a scream.

"YAAAAAHHH!"

One of the few fishermen out that morning, an older man that most people just called Uncle Mim, came running over as soon as he heard Alyss scream.

"Alyss, what's wrong? What happened?" the grizzled man cried.

"S- it's A- A- snaaaaake!" Alyss shrieked, pointing at the wide hood poking up from the sand.

Tress snarled and drew a dagger from the back of her crowded belt. In an instant, she'd pinned the cobra to the sand. Strangely, it didn't even struggle. Tress bent down to examine it more closely, then began to laugh.

"It's okay," she said, "Look! It was just a skin!"

Uncle Mim gingerly tugged at the head, and a long, empty skin came up in pieces behind it. "Well I'll be," he grunted. "Now what's a cobra doing this close to the water?"

"Maybe it's running from whatever the crabs are running from?" Alyss suggested.

Uncle Mim's face darkened. "Aye. Maybe," he agreed. There was a solemn quality to his voice that Alyss wasn't used to hearing. "Whatever is causing all this, it's going to be a bad business."

Further speculation was cut short by the sound of motors. The trio looked up and spotted motion out by the sandbar. Three red jeeps seemed to be driving on top of the water -- an illusion helped by the amphibious nature of the vehicles. The expedition team had returned.

Alyss spotted her father in the lead jeep and began waving wildly. Dodging crabs, she scurried out to Lookout Rock to wait for them. Long ago, it had fallen from the cliff overhead, and nobody had been able to move it. Now it served as an impromptu watchpost for children.

Tress and Mim followed her, one looking amused and the other bemused. Crow did not care one whit either way. She soon busied herself with bringing about catastrophe to the local False Cordyceps crabs.

The people in the jeeps were waving, too. But when those on the shore looked more closely, they realized it wasn't a greeting at all. Alyss's father, John, waved his arms frantically and pointed at the sky. They were trying to warn them about something.

"Is a storm coming?" Alyss asked.

The instant the words left her mouth, the world grew unnaturally still. The sea churned with panicked fish and crustaceans, even a shark breached for a moment. But the sounds had all been muffled. It was as if the air itself had grown too heavy to allow sound to travel far. In the brightness of late morning, the sky suddenly lost its color. Darkness stole over the ocean on the wings of black clouds. It seemed a truly monstrous storm was on the way.

But Alyss had never seen storm clouds generate from one spot in the sky before, twisting out in a coil.

She was dimly aware of Uncle Mim running back to sound the storm alarm for the village, and the expedition team beaching the jeeps and running for shelter. She should have joined them. But Alyss's eyes were locked on the sky.

And then, out of the green and black cloudbank, something emerged.

Once, when she was seven, Alyss had seen a beached Lantern Whale. For two days, the adults had worked to get the whale back into the water, and Alyss had stood beside its eye and wondered how something could grow to such an impossible size.

Now, looking up at the sky, Alyss came to the unsettling conclusion that the Lantern Whale really hadn't been so big after all.

She saw the neck, first. A long, graceful loop of interlocking plates, riddled with old scars and barnacle parasites. Alyss marveled at the detail she could see, even from so far away. Later, when it was all over, she would understand that this was another indication of something too large for her to comprehend.

The edge of a wing dipped down from the clouds like the dorsal fin of a shark, and the sea responded in frenzied waves that grew taller and more dangerous by the minute. For the next five minutes, pieces of the creature were visible for a few moments at a time. A claw as big as Lookout Rock, a spurred heel, an armored expanse that could have been anything.

When a head emerged, Alyss couldn't pretend anymore. Even if no one in living memory had seen one and lived to tell the tale, all children knew a dragon when they saw it. Alyss stood frozen on the top of the rock, staring up at the ridges and webbed fins that made up the dragon's facial features. Some instinct she had not previously known told her that no matter what, she could not let the dragon see her.

As she scrambled down from the rock, crabs pinched at her bare feet in their own panic, but Alyss hardly felt it. She splashed down into the surf and crouched against the boulder in terror.

"The city," she heard Tress breathe behind her, "It's going to the city!"

The neck rose up, concealing the head in the clouds again. A warm glow lit the darkness, as though the sun was about to break through again.

And then a jet of flame roared down into Acropora City.

Alyss's eyes widened as a wave of heat rolled visibly off the city walls. She heard Tress shout something, and then the older girl tackled her into the water.

"Hold your breath!" she commanded, then pushed Alyss under the waves.

A bloom of orange and white cut through the murk as the two girls clung to the rock below tide level.

Alyss shut her eyes and pretended it was daylight.

#dang #i think this counts as a short story #i might actually try to submit this somewhere #free day thursday #fantasy #this was literally a dream i had #i literally just transcribed a dream into story form #fic prompts #writing prompts #original story #original characters #that dragon was so dang ominous in my dream tho #dragons

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dddainuhsoar · 5 years

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Hi, idk if your offer is still open but i'll just spill my fav fantasie au anyway. So I've been fantasizing a lot about Tian being a dark figure(?)/dragon/devil spirit of some sort and he kinda need people to worship him or feed him by offering sacrifices every year and ofc Guanshan is the one chosen this time but he is so fierce and interesting so Tian don't eat him but instead they live together and Tian make him do all the stuffs or he will eat Guanshan lol Anw i love your writings

hi! sorry this took fucking forever. i have no excuse besides the usual school, work and writer’s block… this isn’t exactly according to your prompt and i am sorry for that. instead, i’ve written something loosely based on it.

i prefer the idea of guanshan being The One In Charge in their relationship and hetian is the one who is completely Whipped, hehe. i hope you like this!

disclaimer: 1k+ words. fairy-tale setting (fantasy). non main character death of course.

TRIGGER WARNING: DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD and ofc cannibalism. (nothing too detailed but there’s a visual)

hetian with his raven hair, deep-set eyes and sharp nose, lives in a mansion in the woods. ever since he had been caught at the edge of his woods with his father’s body unmoving underneath him, his father’s bitten-off nose between his teeth and a glint in his eyes that sparkled of insanity, the townspeople neighbouring the woods have been giving him monthly offerings. he hadn’t asked for any of it, but it seemed impolite to turn away the baskets of bread, fruit and cheese.

it was a few months after that he was caught again, outside the tavern past midnight, with a lifeless body spilling blood and organs from its ripped-open belly in his arms; his face was painted with blood, and even more blood oozed and dripped from his lips. he eats them after killing them was whispered from the investigators to the townspeople and when hetian was released from prison, the whispers were all he heard everywhere he went.

if they even dared wonder why hetian was let go after killing two men, they were quickly silenced by his dark gaze, towering figure and predator grin. the townsfolk started sending not only baskets of food to his home deep in the gray woods. they’d bind, gag and blind that month’s village outcast and send them along to Dark Lord hetian as well. those who were sent to him never returned, not even a trace of them was found.

this boy, with his red hair, suspecting eyes, thin eyebrows and twitchy nose, isn’t from the town. his hand holding the basket of food is stained red, there are flecks of blood on his chin and he isn’t wearing a shirt. his pants hang loose at his waist. he’s pretty and hetian wonders when did sheli and his friends realise the dark lord prefers men. his hands aren’t tied and he isn’t gagged or blinded, so the possibility that this man is just passing through flickers in hetian’s mind. but he’s carrying the basket of offerings, so he must be the sacrifice- his bare torso revealing fair skin, pink nipples and carved muscles are not helping hetian concentrate on his thoughts.

hetian realises he has been staring too long. they are standing just beyond the gate of hetian’s home. he was about to head inside after a day of fishing but the sounds of someone trudging through the woods had made him pause just as his hand was on the lock. i should invite him in, hetian thinks, fingers finally pulling the lock open. he turns back to the man and considers lying to make him come in.

“a-a-are you him?” the man asks, taking one step backwards.

“you have to be more specific than that,” hetian replies, slightly surprised it was not himself who spoke first.

“they told me to bring this basket to the dark lord who lives in a black mansion in the woods,” the sacrifice says. his voice isn’t trembling any more, hetian realises. “are you the only one living in these woods?”

“yes.” hetian smirks. “i’ve never been asked that before.”

“i’m here to give this to you,” the man says, holding out the basket. “please take it.”

“they promise me more than a basket of food every month.” the suggestion in his words weigh heavy in the air between them. the redheaded man visibly gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing. he takes a deep breath and his frown deepens. oh, he’s really pretty, hetian thinks, smile widening. sheli picked the single most perfect sacrifice for hetian and hetian can taste the regret he’ll be burdened with for the next week or so for letting this lovely specimen go. “relax,” he says. “i don’t know what you’ve heard about me, traveller, but i am not in the habit of killing and eating human sacrificials.”

confusion, not relief, clouds the man’s eyes. he tilts his head slightly, considers hetian from a different angle. “then what are you in the habit of doing?”

“giving them a bit of bread from the basket, a pocketful of gold and directions to another village.”

the girls who were sent to him all had some sort of physical deformity the simple-minded townspeople could not accept. they cried and begged for their lives until they were knocked out, bound and silenced before being delivered to hetian. and in front of hetian, they would cry, hopeless tears streaming down their faces, muddied hands trembling in a clasped position, praying for a quick death. contrary to their beliefs, hetian had killed just two people, and both had been unfair, unreasonable, unsalvageable men who would have killed more than just two if hetian hadn’t put a stop to their lives.

when the redhead hasn’t spoken, shocked into a silent gape, hetian offers, “if you are determined to leave as soon as possible, i would be happy to send you on your way with the same gifts. otherwise, if you are hungry and tired,” he gestures to the unlocked gate, “you are welcome to come in and rest.” truthfully, he has never invited any of the sacrificials into his home. they were all too afraid of him.

the man eventually croaks, “i- oh-” he blinks. “so you’re just a misunderstood homeowner who lives in the woods?”

hetian laughs at that. “you have made a very sharp observation.”

“and you’re not a cannibalistic dark warlock?” hetian doesn’t give an answer, only smiles. the man sighs. “i was hoping to dispose the bodies at your gate before going on my way.”

the traveller scratches his nape and then drops his hand to his side, leaving a light trail of bloody fingerprints from the side of his neck to just beneath his belly button where his hand had grazed. the small marks on his chest hetian initially thought were red moles appear to be scratches and flecks of blood when the man steps closer to hetian. behind him in the undergrowth, hetian notices, is a head of platinum-white hair matted in brown blood.

“i was planning to kill him. even before he and his friends attacked me.” the traveller paces back to where he had left the body. “they annoyed me.”

“sheli annoys me occasionally too,” hetian agrees in a low murmur.

“so you said something about resting in your home?”

hetian grins. “yes, please, come in.”

the traveller smiles back, a tired but grateful quirk of his lips. “i may need help with the bodies.”

#19 days #tianshan #hetian #guanshan #fic #ans

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tyrannysaurusfloof · 5 years

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Masterlist (Non Youtube/Star Wars Works)

Since I’ve only recently decided to post my fanfiction here as well, I figured posting one long masterlist of them was better than an individual post for each one /o/

Links and summaries under the cut due to length |D

Tolkien Verse

- TOLKIEN SENTENCE PROMPTS: A series of multi-chapter, oneshot based sentence prompts covering a variety of Tolkien characters and pairings. Ongoing.

- HIS FATHER’S SON: Post BOFA Everyone Lives AU. After surviving and recovering from his wounds at the Battle of Five Armies Thorin is crowned rightful King under the Mountain with Fili and Kili at his side. Dis arrives from Ered Luin and the family are finally reunited in their true home again. However, a family secret kept hidden for over 80 years is soon revealed and the lives of the heirs of Durin are changed forever. Complete

- TO HEAL A SICKNESS: Fili is sick and nothing seems to be curing him. At only 50 no one is convinced he will survive. Kili makes the decision to leave Ered Luin, despite Fili’s condition, to find a cure for him in the wide world of Middle Earth. He is determined to do this because if there is one thing he cannot afford to lose from his life, it’s his best friend and brother. Complete.

- DANCES WITH ELVES: Glorfindel is extremely excited about the arrival of the dwarves and yet also seems to be excited about the prospect of dancing with Erestor a midnight gathering he has organised for some reason. Kili is bored because Thorin is gone and he wants to explore so Fili makes up a reason for him to. They stumble over the little midnight dancing session of the elves and decide to join in, but only if it could be done dwarven style. Cue some fun between the heirs of Durin and Glorfindel. Complete.

- BATTLES FOUGHT BEFORE: AU where Legolas fought the Battle of Five Armies alongside Thranduil and did not go off to Gundabad. Legolas reflects on the death and destruction during the Battle of Five Armies on the eve of the Battle of Helms Deep and wonders how he had ended up in the same position again. Complete.

- BONDING: Aragorn worries about the lives of the people of Rohan but Legolas can see that his worry goes down deeper than that and he challenges him about it. The two friends discuss Aragorn’s choices and what they might mean. Eowyn’s stew features. Complete.

- ELROND’S SUSPICIONS: Elrond suddenly realises that since the elves of Greenwood (Mirkwood) have such strong magic that when he has had dealings with Thranduil in the past, after Legolas had passed his majority, it could have actually been his young son in disguise of an illusion. Thranduil and Legolas are approaching Rivendell so Elrond decides to investigate and see if he can find out if his suspicions are true. Complete.

Dragon Age

- Advice From a Ghost: Fergus and Gilmore don't exactly see eye to eye over marriage, but they don't have to worry because they both have someone looking out for them that gives the best advice. AKA Fergus and Gilmore hallucinate about their dead brother/friend after an argument. Complete

- To Be By Your Side I Would Willing Storm the Gates of the Black City: a collection for zevwarden week on tumblr /o/

- A Teryn and His Knight: Fergus Cousland has a problem. And that problem has a name - Ser Gilmore. There's only one resolution.

- Milk Adventures: Fenris wants milk. Hawke has no idea where to buy it. Shenanigans ensue.

- Ferelden Flowers: Carver wants to give flowers. He has no idea what he's doing really.

Fire Emblem Kakusei/Fire Emblem Awakening Verse

- THE THIEF AND THE PRIEST: Libra is a priest of Naga and keeps to himself as well as he can. He looks after everyone that he can, but he doesn’t get too close to people. That doesn’t stop people trying to get close to him. He looks feminine and people assume he’s a woman and try to come onto him. This starts to change when he meets Gaius. Gaius is a thief from all over the place and he just happens to be in the right place at the right time to save Libra from his not so welcome admirers. That is the start of a strange relationship between them, something neither of them really regret. Complete.

- MATERIALISTIC POSSESSIONS: Four times Virion presented Libra with elaborate presents. Four times Libra couldn’t refuse. Complete.

CSI: Miami Verse

- FALLEN FROM HEAVEN: AU where Ryan Wolfe is not all he seems. Eric Delko finds many strange things start happening involving Ryan after he meets the strange man Ryan calls dad and he becomes determined to find out exactly what the reason behind all this is. Ryan however tries his best to keep Eric in the dark but when their emotions get mixed up in Eric’s search it makes it a lot more complicated. Horatio seems to know more than he’s letting on. Complete.

- PARENTAL ADVISORY: Alternate Universe. When Horatio and the team are called out to a homicide they find Ryan Wolfe, an eighteen year old boy who has been locked up for his entire life by his paranoid - and now dead - parents. As Horatio unravels the story surrounding Ryan and the death of his parents he faces a revelation unique and disturbing. Complete.

[K] Project Verse

- [K] PROJECT MURDER SERIES: A three part series revolving around Sarumi and Mikorei. The main story is a multi-chapter fic focusing on “Munakata Reisi is sure Suoh Mikoto is living on inside his head and he doesn’t quite know what to do.”

Yu-Gi-Oh Verse

- I SHALL RECOUNT TO YOU (RE-WRITE): It’s been twelve years since the fateful duel that sent Atem to the afterlife and led Yuugi to a life alone. Life carried on as normal, until a dream leads Malik to the discovery that Atem wants to return to the modern world. Cracking the mystery and bringing the Pharaoh back, Malik, Yuugi and friends, end up with a bit of a mess on their hands caused by the ancient ritual that was used. Features a lot of ships. Ongoing.

Dramatical Murder (Dmmd) Verse

- INTERESTING EXPERIMENT: (A look at what Aoba’s Dmmd Virus/Trip bad end and Re:Connect Virus/Trip route would have been like had it been Mizuki and not Aoba.) Virus and Trip have never heard of anyone recovering from having their mind completely broken by Scrap before, especially someone who was controlled by Morphine. And yet right before their eyes it was happening and they knew in that moment they would get more excitement from Mizuki than they could from Aoba. Complete.

Tales of Vesperia Verse

- WHIRRING HEART: Yuri notices that something is bothering Raven the night before Brave Vesperia are due to go to the Tower of Tarqaron. Concerned with the timing Yuri goes to talk to Raven and finds out the old man is not as confident as it seems. Yuri offers some comfort almost without realising it. Complete.

#tales of series #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #csi miami #k project #fire emblem awakening #masterlist #so queue me

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justira · 7 years

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STORY STARTERS MEME

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

@petite-neko tagged me, and I have never been tagged for anything before in my life. But, uh, sure, let’s do this!

I definitely do not know 10 writers on tumblr because I am very terrible at doing The Tumblrs and also I mostly talk to artists on here? But why not, let’s tag my partner in crime @sevdrag; @wordsdear, who I know writes; and @kaizokunohime, who doesn’t write prose but does write story ideas/prompts, and I’d like to see how those do with this meme.

I have no idea what is meant by “first lines” here? The first sentence? The first block of text until whitespace? idek, I tried to keep it reasonable. This is in reverse chrono order, so first story is most recent.

1. Acclimating

[One Piece — Law/Luffy, Law & Strawhats — E, 31.3K ]

Law probably should have seen this coming. It wasn't his splintered self-worth that made him avoid things like this (and what business of anyone's was it, anyway, if he lived for Cora-san's memory? He'd been living on borrowed time for over a decade, and every step he'd taken since then had drawn him closer to a confrontation he expected (hoped) he wouldn't survive). But his utter lack of interest in making himself likable because there was nothing much to like certainly helped cut down on complications. Or, it usually did. The standard rules did not seem to apply to Strawhat. Black Leg had warned him, although, all things considered, that shouldn't have been necessary.

2. A Slow and Vicious Hemorrhage

[BBC Sherlock / Hannibal Movies — Holmes/Watson — M, 5.5K, WIP]

The air gets heavier, down here, cooler and tinged with inescapable subterranean damp. John breathes it in, steadily; it doesn't particularly unnerve him. It reeks of institution and he's had practice enough with those. It's not calming, precisely, but it's familiar. It's all familiar. It's all fine.

It is.

His hand tightens on the two case files. It doesn't stop the tremor, but he rubs his thumb across the labels, the rough reality of them, already thoroughly ragged from the flicks and scrapes and polishing and various pointless attritions of dozens of fingers, despite the very recent dates stamped on both of them. Two dates, two names. Neither name belongs to Sherlock Holmes.

3. Swimming Lessons

[Final Fantasy X — Auron/Braska/Jecht — T, 1K ]

Auron sputtered as Jecht dunked him under the water again. He came up for air, gasping, to hear Braska rebuke Jecht. "Jecht, he can't swim." Braska's tone was just this side of sharp, showing that Jecht was testing his patience; good, as he had surely tested Auron's. Auron clawed his hair out of his face where it had escaped his tail. Jecht was already too far away to shove. Braska floated over to him, touched his shoulder. "Are you all right?"

4. This Stolen Interstice

[Dragon Age: Origins — Duncan/Teagan — M, 8K]

The Grey Warden came during the harvest. The field Teagan was working was cradled in one of Rainesfere's rolling valleys; trees rose high on all sides, crowning the surrounding hills and wind-murmuring to each other as the harvesters worked. The air was thick with dust and chaff and the smell of fallen leaves, just edging into cold. That hint of crispness settled pleasantly on Teagan's skin as he worked amidst the slice and whisper of sickles and threshing, the barking of dogs weaving through the rhythmic sounds — no laughing children, not during the harvest, as all but babes were put to work at some task or another. He found one such child suddenly in his path — Rogher's youngest. Deliah? That must be it.

"What is it, Deliah?" Teagan wiped his brow as he stood, stretched his back.

"There's a man to see you," the girl mumbled, shy before her bann. "Mama says he's a Grey Warden."

The words spilled a chill down his back, much harsher than the gentle bite in the air. Darkspawn, here?

5. The Storm That Sweeps So Quiet

[Final Fantasy Tactics — Alma/Tietra — T, 1.2K]

Alma's spine aches. She has been bowed over this tome for entirely too long. Study is normally a pleasure, particularly the histories or the great tales of the Church, but this day she set aside to get through an endless dissertation on courtly graces. Studious as Alma may normally be, her heart is not in this. Today, the floor is distractingly hard beneath her folded skirts, even with the spare cushion. Her bodice itches unreasonably. Behind her, Tietra's quiet breathing and quieter warmth brush down Alma's back; she had persuaded her friend to take the window seat and regrets it not one bit, discomfort or no. It's not Tietra's fault that Lord Haverell's text drones so. Outside, the sunshine drips between tumultuous clouds; the air is heavy and moist, and the clouds tower high. It is not a day for study, not at all.

She runs her finger down the rich vellum of the page and listens to its smooth whisper. Behind her, she hears Tietra shift, the soft sigh of fabric and the rougher-edged rasp of pages rubbing together. Well, if Tietra feels it too...

6. So let it out and let it in

[Supernatural — Castiel & Mary, Castiel & Dean, Castiel & Sam — G, 5.1K]

"Jay Bird Family Special," the waitress announces, clear and cheery above the lunchtime clinks and conversation buzzing through the diner. She tips Mary a wink. Mary grins back as Heather sets the giant platter in front of her, gently intercepting baby Dean's hand going straight for the steak. "Your man running late?"

"Course not!" John pops up behind Heather. He's breathless under a thin sheen of sweat, his face all smiles and engine grease, and Mary could not want to touch that handsome curve of jaw more.

Instead, she puts a mild growl of threat in her voice, not even trying to cover the laughter crowding up alongside it. "If you think you're getting those paws anywhere near my food or my son—"

7. And Under Sky, the Shelter

[Final Fantasy Tactics — Ramza & Rapha, Marach, Mustadio, Agrias — G, 1.4K]

The hill cups gently around a lee; pebbles gather in the shadow where the wind abandoned them, making for a stony bed, but it will serve well enough for their purposes. Ramza, at least, is tired enough to collapse where he stands. He watches Agrias survey the site and thinks dully about what to do if it does not meet her standards of defensibility. It is well that she nods in approval, as he had not managed to think of any alternatives. The weariness runs too deep in his bones, leeching at thought, at care. It frightens him, distantly. So many have ceased to care, it seems. He rouses himself with a shake that feels like trying to shift mountains.

Tired to numbness or no, camp must be made, the birds cared for. The birds and — his teeth tug at his lip as his glance lands on Rapha and Marach, hovering at the edges of the group — the people. The tasks have been long apportioned, but in their ever growing and shrinking company, they reassign the routine often enough. It is just that he is too tired tonight to think on it.

8. There the Bones of Us May Lie

[Final Fantasy XII — Ashe/Balthier — T, 2.5K]

The hollow starlight sinks into ashen softness before her as she boards the Strahl; the hungry roar of the Cataract is hushed, made muted and metallic. It is like sinking into water, reversed. The quiet is the same, the sense of distance, but as she ascends there is no persistent buoyancy, no insistent upward press. Weight seems to sink down on her instead, settling deeper about her shoulders like a mantle.

It's familiar.

The silence of the ship eats her sigh, giving back nothing. And that, too is familiar — comforting, even, to have no wraiths answering those unmeant nighttime summons. The Occuria's illusion of Rasler is shattered, and Vaan isn't here to haunt her either, sleeping below with the others; Ashe is alone if not exactly unfettered. It is beyond her, just now, to judge whether that is better, and that is, in any case, irrelevant. There is little point in dwelling on it, now.

9. Best Hand

[Ace Attorney — Apollo & Trucy, Phoenix — G, 0.5K]

Apollo eyed the backs of Mr. Wright's cards. Wright kept them low, hands resting easy and relaxed on the table — Trucy was just the opposite, her fan of cards held up in front of her face, casting conspiratorial glances over the top. Hiding her smile. Trucy had something; Apollo'd figured that much out. Not as good as his own hand, though, he was sure of it.

(Now if only...)

He looked back at Wright. Nothing to see. Nothing to sense; bracelet quiet and loose on his wrist. (Damn! It's not just that he used Trucy for the games, he's impossible to read anyway!) Apollo resisted gritting his teeth.

10. Eclipse

[Final Fantasy IV — Kain/Cecil, Kain/Rosa, Cecil/Rosa, Kain/Cecil/Rosa — G, 1.5K]

In the old forgotten passageways beneath Baron Castle the walls exhale ghosts like vaporous winter breath: a fine spice on a hunt for treasure, harmless old haunts that feather around them as they creep down the halls with their stolen torch, their voices a nervous-laughing titter of echoes.

When the revenant comes Kain's blood freezes and he sees the panicked bloom of Rosa's untutored magic, shielding them; Kain's lips parting in awe and breathlessness as they flee.

But as they tumble back down the halls, to light and safety and a likely spanking, it is Cecil who clutches his hand.

11. Where Memory Rests

[Thief: Deadly Shadows — Garrett, The Shalebridge Cradle — G, 2.3K]

Thick exhales of steam crowd the night air, damp on your skin, as you make your way through the noise and shadows of the City. Grit has gathered close to the walls where you walk, giving the soft sound of your steps a rougher edge. Your fingers trail where a gas arrow once crystallized: a pipe carrying hot air hisses quietly at the leak. Magic lies thick in the air since the Final Glyph, dispersed and unformed. You can feel it in your hand. It washes across the red new scar like warm breath, like the air trickling from the pipe. The elemental crystals form faster, now, and someone harvested this one before you.

It doesn't matter. You have other things on your mind tonight.

And besides, you can always get it back.

12. the silent fulcrum in the interstice

[Kingdom Hearts — Kairi & Riku & Sora, Kairi & Naminé — G, 1.2K]

It begins with her hands: she plunges them into the place where earth meets sea meets sky. The light falls fragile across the grains, soft contrast to their coarse texture against her palms, her bare knees. The damp sand is heavy in her palms and something stirs in her as she pauses, hands suspended, full of infinite possibilities: This is how worlds are created, she thinks. Memories, falling like sand, like stars, like snow (where does she remember snow from?); she pauses, hands suspended, full of infinite worlds.

She can't remember the last time she did this, or maybe she never stopped: this is where she sat and stitched together a star, a promise; this is where she stood and watched the horizon and waited, or tried to remember what she was waiting for. The sand is heavy in her hands, and she wonders if this is any different, or if it is all reconstruction and remembering.

This is how worlds are created, and she sinks her fingers into the sand.

13. Same As It Never Was (cowritten with @sevdrag)

[Final Fantasy VIII — Rinoa/Squall, Laguna/Squall, Quistis/Rinoa, Kiros/Laguna, Quistis/Rinoa/Squall — E, 72K, WIP]

“I’m sorry, Commander, sir,” the waiter said over Squall's shoulder, “but we don’t have that particular vintage — our sincere apologies. Can I recommend another bottle — on the house, of course?”

Squall tried not to grit his teeth— too hard, anyway, because they were already grinding a little at the waiter’s placating, admiring, sorry-to-your-famous-personage-please-be-kind tone. He glanced up. Rinoa was smiling at him, that smile of hers that carried beaming wattage like a Thundaga to the chest, and even though it still made his heart skip a beat he could read in it what neither of them was saying: her hesitation playing across her face, the tense strain of her smile even as his own lips quirked back in response.

“Not a problem,” he said, aware that his voice was gruff and sounded irritated; maybe everyone would assume he was aggravated about the wine.

14. Coward Heart

[Final Fantasy X — Auron & Braska & JechtI — G, 3.6K]

The caves cast light back at them, fractured reflections and the rock's own native glow: the water was still and star-littered, pinpricks of light beneath a surface so motionless that Auron could barely tell where water ended and the pressing dark of the caverns began. All the light should have illumed the air, but the icy breath of the place seemed nearly solid, swallowing the light before it could reveal more than it hid. Auron had drawn his sword long ago, its rasp loud and echo-inhaled. Even the fiends glowed, here, great gelid flans with galaxies glittering inside them, dissolving into pyreflies like gentle novas.

Auron's gaze slid to Braska. In the gloaming, Braska's eyes seemed wide and white, his robes silver-edged black, all the careful distinctions of colour — red, for mourning; purple, for hope; blue, for seas and skies — lost in the half-light. Jecht was a suffocated flame beside him, the leaping fish on his sarong like the empty spaces between licks of fire as he shrugged off the wool-lined jacket Braska had finally convinced him to wear.

15. Disconnect

[Final Fantasy VIII / Kingdom Hearts — Maleficent & Squall — G, 3.7K]

He opens his eyes to the sight of water falling up. The spray coats his face, his clothes— he tries to sit up and make sure Lionheart is dry in its sheath and realizes that everything, everywhere, hurts.

(Rinoa.)

He makes it to his feet, checks on Lionheart. The gunblade survived the trip, maybe in better shape than Squall had. He flexes his hands, staring at them. They still feel numb. (Did it hurt you like this? Your magic?) His spells are gone, eaten up by the trip from Traverse Town. He hadn't counted on this exhaustion. (Yeah, and Cid had said it was impossible and called me an idiot. Whatever.)

It doesn't matter. He heaves himself away from the rocks he'd been leaning on, and starts climbing.

Analysis, I guess?

Okay well the immediate thing I notice is that I used the word "interstice" twice in this set of titles and that's just mortifying.

Decent mix of fandoms! 14 fandoms counting crossovers, although 8 were Final Fantasy of some kind.

I counted 6 past tense intros (though one of those fics switches to present tense halfway through, which is 15K words past the opening lines), and 9 present tense ones. That's a 2:3 ratio of past to present, and I actually had never realized I wrote in present tense this much. In the grand scheme of fiction writing, past tense is heavily more common so I guess this sample puts me in the... minority? I find present tense more immediate. I rarely actively CONSIDER which tense to use, I just start writing in whatever FEELS right for the idea. The first story where I actively considered tense was "Acclimating", the most recent story on here. Whoops >.>

Also I don't tend to open with dialogue. For short fics (less than 10K) I tend to write mostly in order, and I find writing dialogue difficult, so I tend to kind of "settle in" with a story by writing description first, and only after I'm properly settled try some dialogue. There were only 4 stories with dialogue in the opening lines here, and only 2 that actually had dialogue as the first thing in the story.

Fewer em dashes than I expected, as I know I overuse those. But not, apparently, in the opening lines. I wait until the reader is settled in/committed before pulling that shit on them.

I seem to vary between starting in the middle of things vs. doing a bit of setup. I couldn't really pin numbers to this one, as it's a bit more nebulous. For example the very first sentence of "This Stolen Interstice" (that word again, shoot me now) is in medias res, but then I back up to a bit of scene-setting. So who even knows!

Anyway, this was a fun exercise!

#gpoy #asks #my stuff #my fic

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hunnybadgerv · 7 years

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DRAGON AGE DRUNK WRITING CIRCLE PROMPT LIST

Here is the current listing of prompts I’m taking for the DA Drunk Writing Circle, which I do on Fridays. Just send me an ask with a character(s) name(s), the prompt category, and the number.

If you are so inclined, you could alternatively send me a situation for a character(s). Though I do ask that you only send in requests from the open prompts section. Thank you so much.

Links to my AO3 & FFnet

Filled Prompts:

“Let go.“ - Rhys Trevelyan & Dorian Pavus

“Stop trying to cheer me up!” - Rhys Trevelyan & Cassandra Pentaghast

“I’m lost.” - Rhys Trevelyan & Dorian Pavus

“Where the fuck did that clown come from?” - Aderyn Hawke & Friends

“I’ll never unsee that.” - Carver Hawke & Isabela

“Tell Me You Don’t Love Me” - Cyna Mahariel & Zevran

“I’d like it if you stayed.” - Aderyn Hawke & Cullen Rutherford

Wine-stained Carpet - Aderyn Hawke & Cullen Rutherford

Sunrise (”I’d like it if you stayed”) - Cyna Mahariel & Zevran Arainai

A Warden in Need (”If I was blind, I would see you”) - Cyna Mahariel & Zevran Arainai

Prompts In Progress

“You know damn well why things are the way they are.” (In Progress)

“If I don’t say it now, I’ll regret it later.” (In Progress)

“If we die, I’m going to kill you.” (In Progress)

“If I was blind, I would see you.” (In Progress)

“Please stay.” (In Progress)

Sting from a fresh cut (In Progress)

Shrouded in thick and black smoke (In Progress)

“Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you. And I know it will cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn’t care.” (In Progress)

Fingers curled up in hair. (In Progress)

“You forgot to say the magic word.” (In Progress) x2

“This isn’t some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don’t wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.” (In Progress)

Arms wrapped around you when hope seemed far away (In Progress)

Open Prompts:

“Wait right there, don’t move!“

“That’s a good look for you.“

“Could you repeat that?”

“Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”

“Shh… I’m sleeping.”

“Everything’s going to be fine.“

“Come here. Let me fix it.”

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.“

“The stars look especially lovely tonight.”

“Last time I ask you for a favor!”

“We really need to talk about you diving headfirst into everything.”

“I need this.”

“You’re afraid you’ve let people down.”

“I think you missed your calling.”

“I loved him more than I will ever love anything in this life!”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Have you slept?”

“I know everything that you did, because you did it to me.”

“Strong is fighting! It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day. It’s what we have to do. And we can do it together.”

“I felt your heartbeat.“

“I just gotta… I gotta walk away from this.”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“I just know that when you’re around, whether I see you or not, I feel you inside and it throws me.”

“You’re really soft.”

“Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Prompts for the Senses:

Fresh baked apple pie

Waiting in a lonely tower/room

Moon in a star speckled sky

Morning dew against the skin

Field of lavender blowing in the wind

Leaves crushed beneath bared feet

Warmed skin in the noonday sun

Whispered breaths against the tip of an ear

Cold fingertips against warmed lips

Soft boar bristles through silken hair

Feet curled up in satin

Metal clashed against metal

The crack of a bone

Rough rocks beneath calloused hands

The shock of ice to exposed skin

The warmth of campfire

Liquid running down your throat

Taste of rain on the tongue

The sound of laughter on a dull day

The sight of something you lost, returned

Dirt in the palms of your hands

The taste of a decadent red wine

Flashes of lighting across an angry sky

Cold fingers run along your spine

Warm water against sore muscles

Cold air burning in your lungs

The scent of perfume on the air.

You can find prompt lists I’ve used for this event under this tag: DA DWC.

#DA DWC #Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle Prompt List #Prompt Lists #I'm FULLY participating #Prompts Welcome #Cyna Mahariel #Aderyn Hawke #Rhys Trevelyan #Figured I'd post it here too because last time #some folks had trouble reaching the list on mobile

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caitlyn-writes · 7 years

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Writing prompt #1

Erin loved to create stories in her head. She would dream about fighting monsters, traveling to other worlds, and being the hero of her own story. Every day she would dream up a new story, and every day she would writ it down so she would never forget it. Every day was a new adventure in a new world. She knew each adventure like the back of her hand, as she was each of her stories. When Erin was younger, she would tell everyone all about her worlds. Erin was magnificent, and brave, and strong. She was everything that was needed to make a strong protagonist, and her mind was unlike any other. She would tell everyone that “extraordinary” was her middle name, and she definitely lived up to that name.

Sadly, not everyone cared for Erin’s extraordinary talents as much as she did. Her teachers would yell at her for not paying attention, and her parents would get mad because she didn’t have good grades, but Erin didn’t care. Those people just became the antagonists in her next story. Her teachers were the wicked witches and wizards, and her parents became the evil fire-breathing dragons keeping her locked up in her tower. The wizards and dragons tried their hardest to stifle her talents, but nevertheless, she persisted! No amount of detentions or groundings could stop the epic Erin and her timeless tales!

That was until one day when a wicked witch was feeling especially evil, and they ordered Erin to go to the front of the class and read one of her stories aloud. Erin was beyond excited; she had never gotten the opportunity to share her stories! She went to the front of the class with the upmost confidence, and she told her favorite story of a mermaid who trails through all the seas in search of the most beautiful shell in the world. When Erin was done with her story, she had a smile that draped across her entire face. That smile soon faded when the entire class, including the wicked witch of a teacher, began laughing. It wasn’t a “we’re laughing with you” laugh; it was a “we’re laughing AT you” laughter. Erin’s face turned to dismay as each student gave their brutal opinions.

“Are YOU supposed to be the mermaid??”

“That was the dumbest story I’ve ever heard”

“How embarrassing, she actually thought that was good?”

The wicked witch swooped down with her wicked words and said, “And THAT kids, is how NOT to write good fiction”. The entire class erupted in laughter as Erin’s eyes filled with tears. She ran away to the bathroom, away from all the mean students, wicked witches, and evil dragons. It was from that point on that she decided she would never share one of her stories again. She didn’t dream about different worlds as much, and she only wrote her stories down when she had nothing else to do. Eventually, Erin stopped writing, and stopped dreaming altogether.

Erin grew up and became a boring adult with a boring job, and lived an all around boring life, with one exception. Erin had an extraordinary daughter with an extraordinary mind, exactly how Erin was when she was younger. Erin saw the entire universe in her daughter’s eyes, and she had the same talent of creating stories just like Erin did when she was her age. Erin listened to every story her daughter told, and encouraged her to never stop creating stories no matter who tried to bring her down.

One day, her daughter asked, “Mommy, why don’t you write stories?” Erin explained that she didn’t have the courage to write and share her stories. Her daughter replied, “Well, I think you’re extraordinary!” and in that moment, Erin’s life changed forever. Here Erin was, telling her daughter to never let anybody get in the way of her dreams, but she let people get in the way of her dreams. In that moment of time, Erin decided to live up and be the hero that she always dreamed of being, and she got control back in her life. Erin wrote down every idea, story, character, and place that came to her head, and her daughter did the same.

Erin gained the courage to try and get her first book published, and she succeeded. Now she is a best selling author, and has since published several books. She’s traveled around the world sharing her stories, and her daughter couldn’t be more proud. Writing is no longer something she does on a lazy day, it is her life. And Erin couldn’t be happier.

#writing #writing prompts #prompts #300 writing prompts #personal #happiness #caitlyn writes

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hunnybadgerv · 7 years

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Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle Prompt List

Here is the current listing of prompts I’m taking for the DA Drunk Writing Circle, which I do on Fridays. Just send me an ask with a character(s) name(s), the prompt category, and the number.

If you are so inclined, you could alternatively send me a situation for a character(s). Though I do ask that you only send in requests from the open prompts section. Thank you so much.

Filled Prompts:

“Let go.“ - Rhys Trevelyan & Dorian Pavus

“Stop trying to cheer me up!” - Rhys Trevelyan & Cassandra Pentaghast

“I’m lost.” - Rhys Trevelyan & Dorian Pavus

“Where the fuck did that clown come from?” - Aderyn Hawke & Friends

“I’ll never unsee that.” - Carver Hawke & Isabela

“Tell Me You Don’t Love Me” - Cyna Mahariel & Zevran

Prompts In Progress

“You know damn well why things are the way they are.” (In Progress)

Prompts for the Senses: Wine-stained carpet (In Progress)

“If I don’t say it now, I’ll regret it later.” (In Progress)

“If we die, I’m going to kill you.” (In Progress)

Open Prompts:

“Wait right there, don’t move!“

“That’s a good look for you.“

“Could you repeat that?”

“Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”

“Shh… I’m sleeping.”

“Everything’s going to be fine.“

“Come here. Let me fix it.”

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.“

“The stars look especially lovely tonight.”

“Please stay.”

“Last time I ask you for a favor!”

“We really need to talk about you diving headfirst into everything.”

“I’d like it if you stayed.”

“I need this.”

“You forgot to say the magic word.”

“You’re afraid you’ve let people down.”

“I think you missed your calling.”

“This isn’t some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don’t wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.”

“If I was blind, I would see you.”

“I loved him more than I will ever love anything in this life!”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you. And I know it will cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn’t care.”

“Have you slept?”

“I know everything that you did, because you did it to me.”

“Strong is fighting! It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day. It’s what we have to do. And we can do it together.”

“I felt your heartbeat.“

“I just gotta… I gotta walk away from this.”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“I just know that when you’re around, whether I see you or not, I feel you inside and it throws me.”

“You’re really soft.”

“Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Prompts for the Senses:

Fresh baked apple pie

Waiting in a lonely tower/room

Moon in a star speckled sky

Morning dew against the skin

Field of lavender blowing in the wind

Leaves crushed beneath bared feet

Warmed skin in the noonday sun

Whispered breaths against the tip of an ear

Cold fingertips against warmed lips

Soft boar bristles through silken hair

Feet curled up in satin

Metal clashed against metal

The crack of a bone

Rough rocks beneath calloused hands

You can find prompt lists I’ve used for this event under this tag: DA DWC.

#DA DWC #Dragon Age Drunk Writing Challenge #Prompt Lists

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