#Rhan x Eredin

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I got tagged by @xbaebsae, thank you <3 Once again, the only thing I can offer is some self indulgent writing in these trying times~ Tagging @theknifegame @minilev @pd3 @refinedstorage @mackie-hattwie @dieguzguz :>     […] She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect; the physical contact with him wasn’t exactly new to her. Over the course of those many years of fighting, chasing and trying to kill him she had a chance to touch his hands, or briefly brush his neck while desperately trying to plunge her knife into it. But that was different, the perception of feeling being clouded by adrenaline, by the pure will to survive, to run away, to regain her freedom.     This time, even though her heart was racing, she could feel everything. And despite playing cat and mouse with him for over ten years, she was still unsure, her body tense, because what if it was all a ruse? After all, The Destiny loved to sneer, to mock; and maybe he was lying after all, saying all those sweetly possessive words of praise only to lull her into a false sense of security.     But then again, he had many, many opportunities to take her life away. Why do it just now? Why play this kind of game?     He must’ve felt her doubts; she wasn’t sure if it was simply because of his multi-dimensional intelligence, or if he was once again listening to her quiet thoughts. But his moves became even slower, his fingertips just barely touching the skin on her back.     Rhan was genuinely shocked how he could combine ruthlessness and pure brutality with such a sophistication and delicacy when he needed – no, wanted - to; it was almost as if he was another person entirely. Almost, because she would never, never forget who he was. The hidden danger emanating from him; his predatory moves - were enough of a reminder.     Screw it, she thought, leaning into him with even more force, standing on his own toes in order to be able to put her chin on his shoulder. Even if it’s all a lie, he won’t be able to take this precious seconds from me, no matter what will he say or do afterwards.     And so she did – she allowed herself to get lost in him entirely, clutching tightly the delicate, white shirt that was sticking to his marble skin, feeling his hot breath hitting her head every few seconds, contrasting with the cold emanating from his body.     So many years, her thoughts awakened one more, and in this moment she felt his hands clutching tighter around her, drawing slow circles between her shoulder blades. So many years of waiting. It’s just one night, after all. Just one. One... [...]

#self indulgence is my reason to live #leave me be #Rhan x Eredin #Rhan an Undvik #tag game #wiedźmin

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hi there again (I'm the anon from the Eredin age ask, btw, thank you for the answer!! I like your theory). i wanted to ask one more thing - how did you play around with pairing aen elle with a human? not that I have something against it, hell naw, but I'm wondering whether making Rhan a human was somehow important for your plot, or did you just decide it for no bigger reason?

I like your questions, Nonny! I really do~

~ Also, sorry in advance - this is a long answer. I wanted to make it short, but.. I guess I usually go to far with asks, probably because I’m just too excited, duh.

Okay, first things first - pairing Aen Elle with a human is sick. :”) To some extent, I presume. I would never go for it if not for the canon Lara Dorren x Cregennan of Lod story, because that gives some mild suggestion that, technically, such a relationship is possible. Even more interesting, the romance between them was more bothering for humans than elves, so it’s also a little point for my evil little abomination that I created.

About how it started - I created Rhan (or, actually, loose concept of her) in late 2015 / early 2016 [I started my journey with this universe in September 2015 where I played Witcher 3, and after finishing it I swallowed the whole saga by Sapkowski in less than two weeks]. Fun fact - she was an elf at this point, Aen Elle, actually, with a totally different backstory than what we have now. But me, being me, always digging human x elf / demon / whatever the hell you can come out with relationships - it wouldn’t work, it was too boring for me, so I scrapped that early concept and started nibbling, slowly and lazily, at something new. I think that the first ideas that are actually what Rhan is today started appearing in my head during summer vacations in 2016 (gosh, why am I giving so many pointless details, sorry anon).

Let’s get back on the grid - the main problem I have with Eredin is that he’s one of that characters that doesn’t have much screenbooktime. The whole Tir na Lia plot takes about 40 pages I think, and Eredin has maybe 15 pages in total. It’s not much when we have 5 books + about a dozen or so smaller stories [and Season of Storms, but it came out much, much later]. But what I could pick up was that:

Aen Elle are a fucked up race, and that’s a fact, but, honestly  - 90% of the Witcher universe is either genocidal, racist, or both, or worse,

Eredin is genocidal and racist, and, even more... complicating, the whole "Ciri in Tir na Lia” plot puts Eredin, Avallac’h and Auberon in position of rapists, because putting a woman in someone else’s bed without her permission is rape,

he’s that lovely, dark and highly intelligent manipulative type. :”)

It’s quite a feat, because everyday I get around 3-4 new little ideas for their story, but only 1 at best makes it to the “next step”, because there are many things I have to consider - first is, 98% of soft and fluffly things just won’t work with Eredin. They just won’t, but somehow I’m fine with that, I was never a fluffly-tropes kind of person. Second is, Rhan x Eredin relationship is difficult on every level: the race difference is obvious, but there is also age, for example, and all the time I have this little devil in the back of my head reminding me of the “the old, kinda supernatural being falls in love with a young woman” trope: *cough* Twilight *cough*. The worst thing that could happen is making Eredin OOC somehow. But that’s always the biggest fear when shipping OC x canon, I presume.

So, in order to make myself feel better, in nearly every piece of story with them I write I put that huge doubt, mostly on Rhan’s side, how the hell this could work and her little panic when after some time she realizes where her feelings are going, because while Aen Elle x human might have indeed a chance of happening again, even after Lara Dorren x Cregennan, it’s still wrong on nearly every level. When that Aen Elle is Eredin, it’s even worse.

The very definition of “falling in love” itself also kinda feels weird when Eredin is taken into consideration, imo, so that’s another thing I have to live with every day (but hey, I love suffering, so it’s all good, right).

Moving on - I decided that if this is supposed to work, Rhan should probably be as most non-human human as I can, while still somehow keeping that “humanity” in her, because... If I wanted to de-human her entirely, why not just make her an elf and be done with it? That’s why I decided that while yes, she was born on Skellige and is 100% human, I will put her in Brokilon, make her live and learn from the dryads, and then put her right in the middle of Scoia’tael to give her the deep understanding of elven culture and way of life. The final effect is that while Rhan is human in terms of how she looks like (no diamond-cutting cheekbones in her, baby~) and tends to show a more fiery side of her temperament here and there, she behaves like an elf in about 85% of the case - to make it more “real” I added small headcanon things that could potentially fit elves, at least Aen Seidhe, the way the greet each other, thank eatch other for help, share their emotions etc., so after just a few days Eredin realizes “well, she’s human, but she does not behave like one, and does not move or fight like one”. It’s barely a deal for him at this point, but it’s the first, microscopic step towards moving their relationship onto some normal ground.

Another thing - this relationship could not happen fast. While Rhan is a sorceress and, indeed, has an increased lifespan thanks to magic, she is still a human and the biggest human thing in her is that she perceives time like humans do - every minute, hour, week is important to her, while Aen Elle can wait decades and not be too much bothered by it. So something long and lazy from Rhan’s perspective would be a blink of an eye for Eredin, especially since I stick to that headcanon that he must be at least 300 years old - at this age elves are pretty much done with everything, they’ve seen nearly everything, and they just don’t care that much about time, and they get quite bored with each other (sex-wise, as Avallac'h said to Geralt in Tower of The Swallow).

Though, on the side note, the books heavily suggest that Eredin is, indeed, impatient; something that kinda costed the Aen Elle losing the Elder Blood and Auberon at the same time, because he would probably live if not for Eredin’s hasty attempt to speed things up.

Huh, what else could I say... Ah, right, time. I wanted to mention that I made their relationship take a long time to just go from “you’re just a trophy” to “you’re tolerable” to “alright, I consider you to be a living being and slightly appreciate what you’re doing to Aen Seidhe elves in your world” to “I respect you” to “I would not die for you, but I would kill for you”. I’m still not entirely sure how much time I want it to take, but one decade is an absolute bare fricking minimum. Recently I’m kind of going more into putting it into a span of 20-25 years, actually. And it’s still not that much for Aen Elle elf.

What else... Ah, to figure out how the hell would Eredin even consider taking her alive, instead of killing her on the spot after she got trapped in Tir na Lia for the second time (in case you don’t know - I gave Rhan a highly unstable magic; she can’t create portals, because they always throw her to the place that is full of powerful magic, and doesn’t care for worlds barriers - and Tir na Lia is literally full of it), I went with the very long and tiring chase sequence; Rhan was able to run away for 5 days before she got captured, with barely any sleep available at that time, to kinda give this whole thing a vibe of an exciting (for Eredin, that is) chase, that is something new and interesting after the routine that is unicorn hunting / raiding human villages. The Raven Haired Bastard managed to be slightly, just sliiightly impressed by how long she was able to play this game, slipping from his riders by mere inches. Slightly. But that’s already some kind of a start to make it at least somehow believable. At least for my mind and my imagination.

And yes, I know he chased Ciri as well, but in her case it was a matter of life and death, because Eredin needed her blood, it was a matter of survival of the whole race, not chase for fun. In case of Rhan, it's more of a free-time challenge, a hunt for a difficult, but not that important prey. Aaand I don't like Cirilla, but that's another thing, yikes

... God, it was not supposed to be this long, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t make it shorter. And there are still probably things that I would like to mention, but just can’t think about them right now.

 

Moral of the story is - I dig complicated, dark and difficult relationships. I always go for them. Well, in 99% of the case.

#long post alert #sorry in advance #but THANK you for this ask #I live for answering questions about my OCs #Rhan an Undvik #Rhan x Eredin #Anonymous

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5 and 18 for Irina x John? 6 and 3 for Rhan x Eredin?

Thank <3 IRINA x JOHN

5. How would they describe each other? Irina likes simple solutions and short descriptions: so she would just say that “John is insane. Impeccably, sweetly insane”.  John, on the other hand would probably give an essay, but if she would press on describing her in one sentence, he would say that she is “cold as a marble statue”; one that he “thoroughly enjoys using a chisel on”. 18. Describe or write a really angsty scene!     [...] “You dare to call me a killer?” His blue eyes flashed with pure, unbridled fury, and something in her, deep inside, told her to run. And perhaps she would. Long time ago. “You! How many people have you shot, slaughtered, fucking butchered like animals?”     Her response was cold, nearly impassive.     ”Collateral damage.”     “Collateral? You call this collateral damage? Do you even hear yourself sometimes?”     “I do. For me all those butchered people of yours are just this. And don’t -- I said DON’T - try to pretend that you’re not doing the exact same thing. You’re just hiding it behind that fucking joke you call a religion. All four-- hh, pardon me, now only three of you.” She exhaled slowly, then slowly clicked her tongue. She didn’t enjoy any bit of this, but her pride, surpassing even his own, didn’t allow her to admit her own mistakes. What would be the point, anyway? Right now the Resistance was the same thing that Eden’s Gate was. Maybe it wasn’t like this in the beginning, but now, over a year later, it was just a mindless butcher festival.     And she was no better than cult’s heralds. RHAN x EREDIN 3. Describe their relationship dynamic. “Hunt or be hunted”, period.  6. What do they love about each other? “Love” is not exactly a good word when discussing these two. I’m not saying it’s totally wrong, but it’s not a good one either. Eredin desires Rhan in a way similar to a hunter desiring a rare predator’s head for his collection; a final trophy to close the career, the ultimate challenge. Rhan, on the other hand, is mostly curiosity-driven in life. And it’s hard to find someone more complex, difficult and intriguing than king of the elves from another world. Oh, they do feel something more after many, many years, something more passionate, but it takes a hell lot of time, sacrifices and dangerous truces. But then again, I love making fictional characters suffer. :))

#sorry it took me so long to respond #thank you for asking <3 #john x irina #rhan x eredin #dieguzguz

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WIP Monday

I got tagged by wonderful @theknifegame, thank you ❤️ I’m still riding the hell out of Rhan x Eredin dark train, so... sorry, but have a piece of writing again~ Tagging @fadedjacket @starsandskies @pd3 @jacobsknifeplay @whatsinsideofmybrain @dieguzguz c:     […] He slowly took a sip of wine, holding the cup in a hand still covered in blood. Everything inside of Rhan was screaming – because as usual, she could not predict what game the elf was playing, where it would go, how it would end. She was frustrated, because every time she managed to catch up with the rules, he changed them completely, forcing her to start again, and watching her attempts with sadistic amusement.     As he often liked to do, Eredin allowed the ominous silence to last for a few long moments. She knew it was a power play; he wanted her to break, wanted to see her cold facade wearing off. It worked – and she knew he noticed it when his eyes sparkled, partially hidden between disheveled black hair. Rhan slowly blinked and gently swayed from left to right, slowly letting the air out from her lungs. These were subtle signs; but he noticed. He always did. The elf smiled arrogantly, preparing to take another sip, his lower lip softly brushing against the cup.     “Do you know what is the most exquisite thing to see in a person with dominating personality?” His voice resonated again, slow, delicately rumbling, somehow peaceful but full of crushing authority.     Rhan’s answer was immediate.    “To see them dominated, I presume.” She spoke calmly, with no hints of stress, managing to calm herself down. Come on now. Don’t let all these months spent in the court of Dol Blathanna go to waste.     Eredin chuckled softly. “Ah, yes.” He slowly moved to the edge of bed; the light that was slipping from between the silk curtains of the balcony accentuated the sharp, elven features of his profile to the point where they seemed unreal. Despite spending nearly her whole life amongst the dryads and elves, Rhan could not stop admiring how extremely dangerously sophisticated the Aen Elle looked like. Everything, from their faces, to the way they moved and spoke was resonating with something that was, quite literally, out of this world. “Dominated. Vulnerable. It’s the same mechanism that spurs the instinct of a predator looking at the throat of its prey; the same that puts the wolf in the position of power, to see the members of its pack linger at its paws, showing sensitive parts of the body in a gesture of submission. And, interestingly enough, the same that awakens the desire in men, who are tired and stressed after the heat of a battle, burning from the adrenaline, and yet looking for even more heat in woman’s body.”     She tried not to focus on a dangerous connection between his last sentence and the current situation, tried not to look at the droplets of sweat on his forehead, the blood on his hands, the hoarfrost on his clothes. Instead, she was just watching his movements. Slow, graceful; she might’ve called them ethereal, if only she didn’t know who he really was.     She didn’t say anything, because she knew Eredin would continue. And he did.     “There is no win for you here. You keep showing nothing but defiance and arrogance, and I will keep breaking you, piece by piece. And you will break. It’s a matter of weeks, months, or years, it doesn’t matter. I have a lot of time, and, despite what you might think, quite a lot of patience as well.” He brushed his lonng fingers along his face, pushing the wet strands of hair away. “Even though your pride might be sweetly amusing when it’s not simply moronic, it won’t help you in the long run. I will see you broken, dominated,” Eredin paused, and she heard something between a growl and a purr coming out from his throat, “and vulnerable.”     He turned in her direction, now facing her fully; and this time the eye contact was absolute, brutal, agonising, and made Rhan feel like she got suddenly hit by a galloping stallion. [...]

#*lenny face* #listen I love writing stuff like this #behold the ultimate sexiness of a brutal conversation and word power play #that's my jam #it always was and always will be #self indulgence mode: activated #Rhan x Eredin #wiedźmin #my writing

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WIP Friday

Tagged by @minilev, thank you as always <3 Tagging @xbaebsae @pd3 @starsandskies @whatsinsideofmybrain @refinedstorage@dieguzguz and all of you with WIPs, no matter how old they are. step forward!!

Writing time~

    [...] “Seems like I have to add ‘liar’ to the list of your negative traits.” She hissed, feeling the familiar cold, pale fingers on her neck. He wasn’t squeezing it, really; the pressure was barely there. It was more like a reminder, a warning. But Rhan was sure that if she would try to get herself free, the grip would immediately get tighter.

     “Dangerous thing to say to me. Care to explain further?” He asked almost, almost nonchalantly. She noticed a strand of black hair falling in between her eyes; the elf had a nerve to rest his chin on her head. Considering their height difference, she doubted it was actually comfortable for him - he did it only because he wanted to make fer feel less secure. The gesture might’ve been considered as forebonding in most cases, but in this one, it was anything but.     “I told you I do not wish to see you ever again.” Rhan said hoarsely, afraid to admit to herself that she didn’t feel as much discomfort as she should.

    “Yes, I remember.” Was his calm response, and she felt how his second hand is resting on her shoulder. Again; a warning, not a lover’s touch. “So you’ve said. However, you didn’t mention other senses.”     Rhan could feel his throat quavering against her hair; he let out a short, growl-like chuckle and clicked his tongue. The hand he was holding her neck with traveled suddenly to her eyes. Cold shiver tun through her face, and when Eredin slowly put his hand down, she realized she inded couldn’t see him.     Actually, she couldn’t see anything.

#friendship goals! #I-I mean #... well #it's complicated #no kids don't try to blind your love interest #even temporarily like in this case #unless you're Rhan it won't work well #wip game #my writing #wiedźmin #Rhan x Eredin

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WIP Sunday

Thank you for tagging me, @fadedjacket! <3 Tagging @starsandskies @red-nightskies @minilev @xbaebsae @spicevalleys @mackie-hattwie and @pd3 :> No art WIPs because I hate everything I do lately, so have some Witcher writing instead~ Long story short, Rhan, at this points aged 27, an ultimate dumbass, got captured by Eredin and managed to escape Tir na Lia after being prisoned there for five months. I added some non-canon faction, Fugitives, who are basically Aen Elle elves either banished from Tir na Lia, or simply those who escaped for various reasons, mostly from death sentences, and they helped her to hide. Which worked.

... For two days, because I love torturing my OCs. :)     […] As soon as Annaya turned around, Rhan heard the sound of horse hooves tapping on a stone becoming louder.     “There is no time for planning, human girl.” the leader of Fugitives spoke, then chuckled. “’His Majesty’ is already here. Stay where you are and when things go wrong, and they will, run as far as legs will be able to carry you.”     Rhan exhaled and made two steps back, looking around. Eredin didn’t come alone; Dearg Ruadhri – at least three dozens of them - surrounded the remnants of crumbled, small city, the last resort of those banished from Tir na Lia.      Fugitives. Murderers. Thieves. Ironically, they were her only hope to come back to her world.      It’s not like she was that much different from them, in the long run.     Huge black-bay stallion slipped out from behind the wall. Eredin stopped his horse abruptly in front of Annaya standing in the middle of the road; he jerked the reins so violently that his mount tossed its head, then huffed like a furious bull.     Rhan expected to see some kind of unbridled fury in those unmistikable green eyes, flashing with a hue so vibrant that they reminded her of basilisk venom; but Eredin didn’t seem to be furious – not at all, actually. Something in his sharp featured face seemed off. Like he was actually expecting, hoping for this to happen.     At this moment, as if hearing her thoughts, Annaya shot Rhan a quick look with a sad smile. I told you he would, girl.     “Out of my way, woman.” He spoke to the Fugitive in ellylon, only to meet her cold stare; Annaya was looking at him with arrogance that was so, so typical for Aen Elle. Rhan suddenly felt incredibly small; even smaller than usual. Most of all, it was because she was surrounded by the Wild Hunt, and there were only twenty Fugitives in total – there was no way they could win in an open confrontation.     And then she understood. Eredin wanted her to run away, pulling the strings in a way that would lead her to this place; he would be able to get rid of the Fugitives, since now he knew where they were, and at the same time had a leverage for a conversation that was to come - because at this point, it was Rhan who broke the deal; not him.      Great. And I have no magic with me, Rhan thought bitterly, looking at the damn bracelet that was stopping her from using her power. And, of course, they’re using this dialect I barely understand.

    “Why would I?” Annaya’s defiance vibrated in her voice, and Eredin’s horse once again tossed its head, noticing its rider’s irritation. “We’re outlawed. Either by you, or Auberon. So, technically speaking, you’re not my king, and neither was your predecessor. Not anymore.”     Eredin remained calm, surprisingly; he raised his chin, looking at the woman from above with clear disgust. He remained silent for a long while – like he was giving Annaya the chance to back off and change her mind. But she didn’t; she was way too proud.      Raven haired elf slowly drew his sword, took a moment to look at it and admire it, then chuckled.     “Well, that was to be expected. But it’s your choice, fool. Your choice, and your mistake.” He raised his head once again, and this time looked straight at Rhan – pointing the end of his sword at her. She was extremely stressed – having no idea what was the conversation actually about, being able to decipher only few meaningless words, and now seeing her captor in this extremely bad predicament.     “Slaughter them all.” Eredin commanded, not breaking eye contact with the girl. “But leave this one to me.”     Annaya turned around and drew her own sword; her piercing, grey eyes locked with Rhan’s, who up to this point had no idea what was happening. “He wants you alive. Get out of here. Now.”     That was enough to make her blood run cold; and in the same moment, Dearg Ruadhri swarmed the Fugitives, who immediately started to fight back.      Rhan wanted to help them, but there was simply no time - especially when she noticed Eredin's horse neighing widly, then galloping straight at her, brutally pushing the Fugitives’ leader aside. King of the Alders held sword in his right hand, while the left one was preparing to catch Rhan’s hair, in the same way sparrowhawk’s claws were capturing its prey. For the shortest of seconds, she noticed how otherworldly majestic the elf looked, with the crimson cape flowing behind him.     It lasted only a one heartbeat before adrenaline kicked in and she jumped into the alley on her right, feeling Eredin’s fingers brushing against her hair, missing their target by just a few inches. [...]

#translating is pain #so sorry for any mistakes #English is very mucho hard languago #tag game #my writing #Rhan an Undvik #Rhan x Eredin

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Haii I saw your post abt ask so I'm here to make myself acquainted:3 Top 3 headcanons and troupes?

👀 Whoa, thank you for asking!! Answering asks is really nourishing for my soul, somehow <3

In terms of headcanons:

I think it was in 2018, when the Far Cry 5 fandom was still young - someone [huge kudos to them] made a long and beautiful theory about John Seed being left-handed, and I adore it to this day,

I have my own little headcanon about Eredin from the Witcher: I like to think that he was from a more or less broken family, with his mother being, of course, typically Aen Elle aristocratic-like, but his father being abusive and prefering human slaves over his own wife (don’t aks me why, it just happened to appear in my head long time ago and stayed),

still holding the Witcher universe, I also tend to think that Aen Elle elves actually are not that fond of their Aen Seidhe cousins - the differences made over the course of those hundreds, if not thousands of years are just too big, and that Aen Elle are more focused on invading Witcher world just to get rid of humans - helping Aen Seidhe being less of an important aspect. 

And for tropes:

enemies to... you know what, not even exactly lovers. I dig the “enemies to still enemies but horny about it” kind of trope. The more twisted, complicated and ominous, the better. I love complicated things, complicated stories and so on,

slow burn. Like, slow as possible. Give me 200k or even 500k words of pure slow burn. Make it build over the years, not weeks or months. Why? Mostly because I very, very often lose interest in something (fanfiction, for example) after the culmination point. After the first night-stand, or first major acknowledgment of feelings. I love the twists before this; after... well, it tends to start to get boring and predictable. That’s also the major reason why about 70% of my stories with canon x OC are focused on the slow burn itself, instead of jumping to “okay, we’re kind of together for 5 years now, living happily-- well, not exactly”,

okay, I don’t know if this can be called trope, but I will go for it - I fcking love long, elaborate and twisted mysteries in a story, be it a fanfiction, a game, a movie, a book, whatever. It can be murder-related, thieving-related, characters-actual-identity related, whatever. Something to keep my mind ocupied, with plot twists, something that makes me enter the detective mode. If it’s strongly connected to OC x canon pairing, my happiness reaches levels of the Oblivion. Truly. I love this kind of stuff. I love writing it [Rhan x Eredin, lately] or reading it.

#woof woof #thank you so much for the ask!!! #herbalina-of-yesteryear

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Author Questions

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NAME: Suzan. Though I'm not fond of my name, so, big sad. TOP 5 FANDOMS WRITTEN [I only post like 15% of what I actually write, sooo]: - Far Cry 5, - Dragon Age, - The Witcher, - Call of Duty, - Game of Thrones [briefly]. TOP 5 FANDOMS I WANT TO WRITE FOR / MORE: Those five above [excluding GoT, though, so, four] are my main sources of interest. Sometimes I write only for FC5 for a month straight, then I jump to something else and so on, but these four above are my faves. I must admit I haven’t touched CoD writing for some time now, though. I should come back to it sometime, but I’m mostly sitting in DA and Witcher mess right now. STORIES I WISH MORE PEOPLE KNEW ABOUT: I don’t really have that problem. I barely post anything anywhere, I write mostly for my own, pathetic self indulgence, so the lack of audience doesn’t bother me. It’s a fate I picked for myself. :”) SHIP(S) WRITTEN THE MOST: Ouuuh, boy... - John Seed x Irina  - Jacob Seed x Irina too, though it’s more complicated and I’m not sure calling it a “ship” is precise, - Eredin x Rhan, - my unknown to the public Dragon Age OC x Fen’Harel shenanigans, - I used to write Cersei x Jaimie Lannister, briefly. CHARACTER(S) WRITTEN THE MOST: I think that Jacob Seed gets a cake on this one, with Irina trying to catch up, then Dragon Age shenanigan, then John Seed, then Eredin, then Rhan. HOW MANY OCS DO I HAVE: Answered this already in an ask today (interesting coincidence, now when I think about it). I could say I have 4 human OCs and 3 dragon ones. HOW MANY SERIES DO YOU HAVE: “Series” is a bold word to call it. My writing is a bunch of hundreds of little snippets that wary from 300 to 1500 words each, mostly because I’m too impatient and always write what I consider the “good stuff” and leave the rest in my mind to fill the blanks.  WHAT DO I DO WITH FICS I’M NO LONGER INTERESTED IN: I just leave them in peace because I know I will come back to them eventually. And you know what? I always do. After weeks, months, but I do. COMING SOON: I don’t know, I rarely post my writing on tumblr, so nothing to wait for I think. i only show snippets when I’m tagged for WIP games and so on [though don’t get me wrong, I love being tagged in those]. LINE FROM A WIP: “I’m the last droplet of blood of Ancient Tevinter. Too long my life has not been my own, for too long there has been someone who was pulling my strings. And you know what? No longer.” DO I ACCEPT PROMPTS: I never got any, but sure! I don���t bite, and I love writing, so hit me up if you have some ideas. HOW DO I FEEL ABOUT KUDOS: Let’s be honest here, every artist, writer and so on like when someone appreciates their work. Though I’m not very active on AO3, when I finally dare to post something there, kudos are really cool. It’s nice to know that someone liked what I managed to pull from my head. DO I READ FIC AS WELL: Oh, I do, but my main problem is that I’m extremely hard to satisfy. I search for something nearly everyday, and I find maybe one one-shot that I find cool enough in a day, and one long story in 3-4 days, sometimes weeks. I just... Like something unique, something harder to chew because of it’s dark atmosphere and complicity.  So yeah, i read. But first I need to find something, and that’s where the trouble begins, partially because the huge chunk of writing in every fandom is often just pure smut, and I don’t really dig sexual themes in writing, unless they are well added into the plot. And even then sometimes it just destroys the whole charm of the story for me. *sighs* 

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