#fanfiction asks

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Hey! I just want to say that I think you are seriously one of the most talented writers I’ve ever read. Terms of Endearment has me in an absolute chokehold.

I was wondering if you had anything about our favorite couple to share with us. I’m like an addict looking for their fix!

Aaaaaaah, thank you so much! I am so happy you like this weird little fic. I still can’t believe that I wasn’t immediately hatebombed to death for writing gross medieval incest smut, haha. And that I’ve been writing for over a YEAR now. Weird!

Hm, things to share. Something inconsequential to the plot, but just a little tidbit. Hmmm.

I know!

Babey is a grade-A clinger in her sleep. A leech. A koala bear firmly attached to the eucalyptus tree. Daemon never enjoyed women who were tactile after intimacy before he married her, but there’s just something about how sweet she looks, burrowed so tightly against him it’s like she’s trying to meld into him. It’s part of his whole thing about being her ‘saviour’; he gets off on it not just physically, but emotionally. Her attachment being expressed so obviously is power to him, and a source of satisfaction in many ways (HE got her and no one else did, HE’s her favourite and not anyone else, HE’s the source of her happiness, and of course that he loves her and he knows she loves him). At first, he tolerated it, but now he craves it. He needs to know that she needs him even when she’s not awake to feel that need.

Daemon is fascinated with Babey’s hair. The Targaryens have straight hair at this point, and Babey’s is a bit wild. Her stylings are necessity rather than vanity, or she’d always look like she’s just rolled out of bed. When she’s getting ready in the morning, he’s ‘busy’ at his desk but it’s really just a pretext to watch her and her ladies putting her hair up. When they fuck, he likes to grab at it. Sometimes he gets himself off to the thought of spilling his seed in her hair. He doesn’t know why. It’s just his THING and he doesn’t have an explanation for it.

Babey’s kinda… really into Daemon after he’s been training. Something about the sweat, the dirt, the flush. It makes her pretty enthusiastic, is all I’ll say. She’s yet to actually MENTION it, though she’s not subtle with her body language. Daemon totally knows, which is why he makes it a point to return to his chambers and make a show of undressing for her.

Hope these were worth the read, lol. Thank you so much for the ask!

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[nakedcows]

Wonderful, thank you very much. First, I have to confess, that the way you created the dark prince, is simply magnificent. Aemond is beautiful in your performance.

I'll understand, if my request seems not interesting to you.

You and your brother don't have much of an age difference. Literally a year or a year and a half. You are not twins, but you feel that way. At least, judging by, what you've heard about twins... You loved all your brothers and sisters, everyone, in general, but you loved Aemond the most and felt the most of all.

It was normal for the little prince and princess to cry at the same time, being in different parts of the house. If your brother is hurt, then you are hurt the same way. If you're sad, he's sad, too. You don't understand, how it works, and you don't want to understand. You have each other, and that's all you care about. The day the prince had his eye "knocked" out, you begged him not to go. Of course, you wanted him to have a dragon, but you have a terrible feeling. Something bad is going to happen. You tearfully begged him not to do anything, but he didn't listen. As a result, no matter how Aemond drove you away from him, no matter how he drove you out of the room, you did not let him out of your arms, and constantly cried. You bathed him with affectionate words, in all the languages, you knew, you sang compliments to him, in all the languages, you knew, you constantly apologized, that you didn't protect him, you encouraged him. You never left him for a second. At some point, Aemond thought, that one of your eyes was redder, than the other. He must have imagined it... But, what he didn't imagine, was that on the mixture of your tears and his blood, he promised, that even death would not separate you. That one day, he will bind the two of you even more tightly, than you are tied now.

You have always been very close and loved each other very much. Aemond could take a relaxed nap on your lap in the garden, you could, without thinking about anything, cuddle up to his shoulder in the library, listening to him read to you. It has always been so, and your prince swore to you, that it would always be so.

And then, a couple of years later, your parents had a little princess. Well, you thought to yourself, was born and was born, okay, what's it to you. But somehow it so happened, that you and Aemond became a replacement-parents for the baby princess. You both know, what it's like, when no one cares about you, so you tried to protect the girl from this. Well, somehow it so happened, that when the little princess first chirped: - Pa! - Her little hands reached out to her older brother. You already opened your mouth to make a joke on Aemond, but your sister, diligently tried to coo: - Ma... Ma! Ma...Ma! - And now, Aemond started laughing at you. You never taught her that. You always called each other as usual: "Aemond", "Y/n", "my love, my darling", "dear brother, my sweet prince", and so on. And her parents, who are her parents, the little princess stubbornly called by name or by title. In public, it's very embarrassing... But Aemond got used to it surprisingly quickly.

In fact, it even intensified his obsession with you. He is truly blessed. First of all, he has you. His soul, his guardian, his meaning of life. And now, you two have a child, even though your skin only knew his innocent touches and kisses. He hasn't even touched you yet, as he wishes, and you already have a child. Almost immaculate. The child, who gave him a purpose. A couple more years of waiting, and he will bind the two of you forever. And the little princess, he is sure, will be glad to have a brother or sister, or several.

This is already a familiar sight, your sweet brother is dozing by the fireplace, a book, that has fallen out of his beautiful, tenacious fingers, is lying next to him, your baby sister is peacefully snoring on his chest, shamelessly pouring her saliva into Aemond's beautiful shirt. You cover them both with a blanket, and sit down next to the chair, on the floor, looking at what they were reading there so interesting.

A/N: Ahhh I got my first request!!! Thank you so much I'm so delighted you enjoyed my dark Aemond story💜💜💜. I appreciate this sweet request, I'm not used to writing fluff so forgive me if it's a bit rough (had to add a touch of angst i couldn't help myself lol).

word count: 1.8k

From birth Y/n was connected to her older brother Aemond. Though Aemond and Y/n were not born together there was a clear tether between the two that refused to be ignored. Y/n and Aemond shared a cradle during infancy for when the two were separated even in their sleep, they would screech endlessly until they were returned to the comfort of each other's company.

While the unexpected dependency of the young prince and princess were merely thought to be acquainted with the strange behavior of babes, their connection bled into childhood. As a small child Aemond was not one to cry, not when scraping his skin against stone or bumping his head. However, their mother Alicent quickly took notice that when his sensitive little sister began to weep even at the smallest of dilemmas he would join her cries with the same anguish. Alicent would often be attending to Y/n after she had tripped or Aegon had stolen one her sweets, only to have a nursemaid arrive at her door soon after with Aemond on her hip needing the same comfort. Y/n remained sensitive even as she grew to the age of nine. Though it was dangerous to be sensitive in the Red Keep even at such a young age, Y/n had no fear for when her heart began to ache and her chest began to clench Aemond would valiantly appear with a handkerchief offering his assistance and giving her solace. Were Y/n wore her grievances on her face Aemond was always silent in his sorrows. No one knew when Aegon's slights and the snickering of his nephews at the absence of a dragon of his own cut too deep. None knew of the tears he would stifle in the moment and let loose shed in his chambers. None but his sister. Y/n could feel Amond's distress as he could feel hers and always sought him out to relieve him of the dread that seeped into her soul the same it did his. Eventually the connection between brother and sister came to a head on that dreadful night. That night on Driftmark when Aemond had a dragon to claim for his own. Y/n had awoken from her sleep with a sudden rush of adrenaline. There was a pounding in her chest as she rose from her and Aemond's shared bed to find him on the balcony staring up at the sky as the behemoth Vahgar came to land on the beach with a strident chuff. Y/n rolled off the bed to join him.

"Aemond what are you doing?" she said. Though she was right next to him Aemond could not remove his eyes from Vahgar as he spoke.

"Do you see her. She is just there waiting with no one to guard her... no one to claim her," Aemond began to grin his chest filling with aspiration, but the edges of his enthusiasm began to falter as unease crept into his new found zeal. Aemond turned to his sister to see her eyes filling with panic.

"You cannot Aemond! What of Rhaena?"

"What of her? If she truly had the heart to claim her mother's dragon she would have done so by now,"

"She will not see that. Please, you must do nothing your dragon will come," Tears began to bubble at the corner of Y/n's eyes as unease developed into dread.

"My dragon is already here," Aemond brushed pass Y/n quickly dressing before leaving to claim Vahgar.

Y/n felt the exact moment Aemond's eye was stolen. As she laid restlessly in bed staring up at the canopy. Hoping the anxiety she was sharing with Aemond would encourage him to abandon his conviction and return abed. When a sudden surge of panic coupled with fear unlike she had ever felt before, vaulted her out of bed and rushing her out of the door in a thin robe covering her night dress to find Aemond. Sprinting into the grand hall Y/n found Aemond sitting in a chair facing away from her with his fist clenching and shaking. Their mother was kneeling before him with a measter at her side attending to the left side of his face. Alicent lifted her head when Y/n entered the room giving her a sorrowful smile and informed Aemond of her arrival. She flinched at Aemond's harsh tone demanding that she leave immediately. But she couldn't leave him. Though their mother sat close by Y/n could feel his lonliness. It was a deep set ache that left the both of them feeling empty. Isolated. Discarded. Y/n crept closer to where Aemond sat feeling his body stiffen a layer of shame added to their bond when she grabbed his hand and came to fully face the front of his chair. The unshed tears Y/n had buried when Aemond left the room poured from her eyes in an endless torrent at the sight of her brother's face. Aemond had a lurid gash surrounded by swollen blood stained skin newly stitched together by the measter. His remaining eye was blood shot avoiding his sisters teary gaze as she came closer until he felt her helplessness within their bond. Y/n had failed him. The knight always rushing in to save her. The strong older brother that would abandon his training and studies to comfort her in her weakest moments. She had failed to protect him. Y/n cradled her brother in her arms apologizing all throughout the night with delicate kisses to his temple.

After that night Y/n refused to allow Aemond to do anything alone. Instead of spending time with her septa she would bring the books she was meant to study to the training yard to keep an eye on Aemond as he trained with the sword. She would even refuse the maesters when they came to change Aemond's bandages. Y/n thought them too rough when handling her brother's injury and had studied disinfecting wounds along with proper care after serious injury so she could care for Aemond herself. And though she had a dragon of her own Y/n refused to ride her until Aemond was healed enough to take flight atop of Vahgar along side her. Once Aemond had recovered enough to ride Vahgar, he and Y/n flew to Agon's hill. During the hour of the owl draped moonlight Aemond cut his lip then his sister's. He leaned his forehead against her own and promised to be further their bond into eternity. Aemond and Y/n shared their first kiss that night with no one but the stars to witness their union. He vowed to bind himself to her in the ways of old Valyria and sealed his vow with another kiss.

As the years passed Aemond and Y/n had blossomed into a handsome dragon knight and an well read lady. Spending their days as they always have since the tragedy that befell Aemond the day he conquered Vahgar. Together in every way. There was no Aemond without Y/n and no Y/n without Aemond. Naping lazily in the gardens was spent laying in eachother's lap. They spent every meal holding hands under the table or on top of it when they were alone. Aemond loved how his dear sister would mindlessly lean against him while they read together in the library and swore there would never be a day he was not there for her to lean on. Along with the maturity of the intimate siblings came an unexpected pregnancy of their mother Alicent. The queen mother gave birth to daughter named Saerella. Saerella was born without a single Targaryan feature. Her chestnut hair curled like her mothers and she had the same brown doe eyes along with the same face shape. She inherited nothing of her king father's and were it not for her title one would think her Hightower instead of Targaryan. Because she was born a girl, the youngest of the kings brood, and without any distinct Targaryan traits Saerella was left neglected by her mother and father more so than her older siblings. However, Y/n and Aemond would not leave their sister to be left behind as a forgotten spare as they had. Y/n had her little sister moved into her and Aemond's bedchambers and the two began assuming the role of caregivers for little Saerella. It was an endeavor for Aemond and Y/n to care for their new sibling. Balancing the care, maintenance, and the attention their sibling required along with their daily duties was a difficult undertaking. But as little Saerella went from a newborn to a toddler of one and a half, she became a commonplace staple in their lives. The same as their naps in the garden and lounging about the library with thrilling stories. Though Saerella became apart of ther lives Y/n and Aemond never shied away from the affectionate names they had for one another even with her present. The loving pair rarely called each other by their names these days. It was more often then not little Saerella would hear her older siblings refer to eachother as

"My darling" "My knight" "My dearest love."

Her older siblings didn't notice or think about what this could result in, until one day when Aemond had returned to his bed chambers and was greeted by the familiar sight his dear sweet sister Y/n and his darling youngest sister Saerella. Saerella was enthralled within the storybook being read to her next to the hearth, until she noticed Aemond's presence and perked up.

"Papa!" she said cheerfully. Saerella hopped from Y/n's lap toddling over to Aemond and bounced raising her arms for him to lift her causing her auburn curls to jump with her. Y/n couldn't help but giggle at seeing Aemond's face began as he leaned down and lifted Saerella to sit on his hip.

"It seems our little one thinks you her father," Y/n said. Y/n slid to the right a bit on the chaise to make room for Aemond to sit with Saerella on his lap. Though Y/n's tone was in a jesting manner Aemond felt their bond prickle with a touch of jealousy.

"Who have you been with today sweet girl?" Aemond asked Saerella.

"Mama!" Saerella smiled gleefully up at Y/n. thoufh they had yet to bind together in the ways of old Valyria Aemond couldn't help but feel that everything was perfect. Him and his dear sister hadn't conceived yet already they were bound together by a child of their own Y/n. His darling Y/n. She was the sun that rose over the horizon. She was the love bleeding from his heart everyday. She was the mother of his child. As Y/n continued to read from storybook Aemond and Saerella fell asleep beside her. Aemond hadn't seemed to noticed Saerella's open mouth snoring or the drool that began to drip from her chin as she slept atop his chest. Y/n with a teary smile left the book to the side and brought over a fur blanket from the bed. She leaned against Aemond as she herself dozed off into the sweetest of dreams. In it she was being wed in the traditions of their predecessors as Aemond had promised her in their youth. They shared a bloody kiss together. She could taste the nostalgic sweet taste of his blood on her lips. It was splendid. Magnificent. Perfect.

A/N: Thank you for reading don't forget to reblog and comment

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[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

FOR LOKIUS FANFIC WRITERS

what do they smell like

I mean, both of them.

what does Mobius smell like

what does Loki smell like

for Mobius I’m thinking espresso

#loki #fanfiction asks #fanfiction #lokius fanfiction #loki x mobius #mobius m mobius #loki series #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #mobius #marvel #ao3fic #loki odinson #lokius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston

[authortobenamedlater]

♡?

I’m assuming this is 8 for the talk about your fanfics asks.

Fic that is near and dear to your heart.

At 100+ fics over 23 years between FFN, I have a few.

This started out as a crack headcanon from @mrtobenamedlater and ended up as possibly my best fic ever. Anakin and Rex trying to corral the Skywalker twins. Hilarity with dashes of angst because that’s how I operate.

The fallout of Everyone’s Favorite Scene in S1E8. I wish I could read this fic through the reader’s eyes with no knowledge of all the directions it almost took, because having all that knowledge dampens it for me a little. I worked hard on it though, and it’s one of my better Halo TV fics.

Going way back to FFN! This fic may not be that great, but it’s the first one I remember feeling really proud of.

#halo #halo tv show #fanfiction #star wars #tcw #fanfiction asks

[mimisempai]

Do you write fics rated above g? Not being mean or trying to be rude at all! I just love your writing and would love...well..sorry this got weird. I was just curious.

Hi!

I don’t take it as mean or rude 😉

I have written some mature and explicit fics but won’t probably anymore because I am not good at it, I forced myself because I sort of thought that’s what people expected and in the end I was not really satisfied with myself.

As regards the ineffable husbands in particular, I have no intention of going beyond a T rating.

#anon asks #anon answered #fanfiction asks #writer stuff

[this-geek]

Hi! For the fic ask game: 3, 4, 5, and 11 for “You’re beautiful” :)

Thank you so much for the asks. This was immensely fun to go back and visit this piece.

You're Beautiful

3: What’s your favourite line of narration?

She felt ridiculous. 7 years they'd been living together, 7 years she'd been teasing and handing out backhanded compliments and now, what? She was enthralled? Enticed? Enamoured by the way Dorothy looked? It was ridiculous. Dorothy was tall and lanky, with gray hair that in the right light just twinkled ever so slightly. Blanche sighed.

4: What’s your favourite line of dialogue?

Definitely a tie between these two lines; "Hibby. She was my secret" & "When you sing, you light up and I just, like I said you're beautiful." One has the title in it and kinda the reason I started writing this idea down and the other was just so soft. Like the first time Blanche had ever said the quiet part aloud so they can tie.

5: What part was hardest to write?

Getting the timeline right. Sometimes I just word vomit on a page and it makes no sense timelines wise so I really had to concentrate on the different days I was writing about.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

The way Blanche reveals her feelings to Dorothy I hip hop between Blanche having sapphic experiences and not having any but for this fic I think I nailed it with the story of Hibby. That a lot of Blanches tales of her youth are to cover up the parts she'd prefer to be hidden/is a little ashamed of.

#fanfiction asks #ask game #the golden girls #dorothy zbornak #dorothy x blanche #blanche devereaux #i am a fucking sucker for these two

[caitylove]

🌹🌹

Ohhh roses for me? <3 Thank you!

Graceful and refined, her mother had instilled in Laura the importance of never arriving at a dinner party without an offering for the host — a ritual she refused to abandon even at the end of the world.

#asks #fanfiction asks #wip asks #roses for me

[crestfallercanyon]

AO3 wrapped: 7, 15, 29.

P.S. And thank you for the 2023 fics! And the others too :D

Ahhhh thank you for the ask! And also of course ❤️

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I kind of have to give that credit to The Japanese House because without the song Touching Yourself I quite literally would still probably be trying to finish my explicit thomally fic, so I’ve gotta give the credit where the credit is due. Also I love The Japanese House SO much. (The Morning Pages is also so good)

Other than that? It’s a toss-up between Matt Maeson (Mr. Rattlebone in particular) and RKS (it’s called: freefall and Drop Stop and Roll) (Paris Paloma also does a great cover of it’s called: freefall)

15. What WIP am I taking into next year with me?

Well, the holidays have put a delay on truly finishing publishing get better, so I’ll be taking that one.

Along with that, I am working on a Conflicts of Interest spin off that I want to get published next year. I also really would love to get back to Shiva, and have actually been handwriting it to get out of the block and force me to see it before my eyes.

I have a couple of other WIPs too that haven’t seen the light of AO3’s pages that I’m about 10,000 words into on both. We shall see when it comes to those two. 👀 in short — I have a lot and will likely continue to do so.

29. Favorite passage I wrote this year?

This is SUCH a hard question. I’m going to cheat because I have a couple and I can’t choose 😂😅

No, Gally’s words for Thomas were creative and sure, always had a way of hooking themselves over Thomas’s ribs and locking down. If someone cracked Thomas open right now, his inside would be glittering with padlocks, claims that he didn’t even know Gally was laying. Claims he didn’t think Gally realized he was laying, either.

From: Something Like Sentiment

Because Ian doesn’t hurt him when he should. Doesn’t get back at him when he can. Doesn’t want to hurt him at all, when it comes down to it. What is Mickey supposed to do with a boy like that?

From: it’d be better if you flayed me alive

“We keep a piece of all the monsters we survive,” Derek says quietly. “If this meant that we became them, then there’d be no good people left.”

From: Of All My Crimes

Thank you so so much for asking!! Always fun to have a chance to talk about ficwriting and reflect on the year. All questions are from AO3 wrapped [writer’s edition]

#ask games #fanfiction asks #ao3 wrapped #the maze runner #coldflash #Gallavich #shameless (us) #fanfics

[lauronk]

20 questions for fic writers

I didn't get tagged but I saw my friends @bumblepony and @ameerawrites do this and it looked fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

377,477 (why is that number so satisfying?)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

TLOU

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

streetlights pointed in an arrowhead

all our memories, they're haunted

if the timing is right i'll turn back the clock

come tomorrow this will all be in our past

on the road again (there i go)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I don't 🙈 unless they're asking a question usually. i never know what to say and it gives me such anxiety.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

there's nothing surgery can do and i swear i'll never be happy again. because uh...people don't survive those fics 🙈

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably either streetlights or out of the darkness and into the sun

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i think i've only gotten one so far?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do not but i would never rule it out

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, thankfully

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, the closest i've gotten is hanging out in a friend's google doc while she writes and live reacting (and helping her catch tense changes and typos lol)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

elizabeth bennet & mr darcy

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

idk i'm pretty determined to finish all of them at some point or another, but that's a bold claim to make when your WIP count currently stands at [pause for counting] 15 and seems determined to keep growing

16. What are your writing strengths?

i have a good vocabulary, i think i string words together pretty well. idk, i'm really not good at praising myself with this type of thing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i am insanely wordy (which i have been told is a good thing but idk) and sometimes i can feel myself getting repetitive

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i used a bit of spanish in streetlights, which wasn't too difficult because i have a fair amount of fluency and whatever i wasn't sure about i could just pester my partner about (spanish is his first language). i think it can be a fun challenge but you don't want to just rely on google translate if you have other options, it helps the language sound more authentic and natural.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter, so much harry potter.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

uhhhhhh this is like which is your favorite child or what's your favorite taylor swift song? i think at this moment (subject to change at any time) it's if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow, the random "ellie gardens" fic that i thought would take me a day and 7K words to write and it took me a week and almost 20K (plus some help from people here on tumblr bc i don't know much about plants)

tagging people makes me feel like i am pestering them (even though i like being tagged for these things myself lol) so i'm not gonna but feel free to do it if you want!

#fanfiction asks #20 questions #fanfic writing #i guess this is like an interview almost? #fanfic struggles #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

[koolkat9]

For the Fanfic Writer Ask Game: 🏷️, 🌻, 💘, please?

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

I don't usually use tags beyond ships, but there are tags that will draw me in more such as hurt/comfort, father-son when it comes to Arthur, uh...Again I don't really search by tags so idk. I'm a bit more intrigued by tags for smut but I'd rather not share that here.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

Quite often. Kind of have to when you write rarepair/uncommon dynamics.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

Fluff definitely. I'm mainly a fluff writer after all. Angst is too much for me sometimes lol, though I will write angst every now and then, but it needs a happy ending.

#fanfiction asks #fanfiction ask game #fanfiction writer

[ineffable-rohese]

29, 35, 53 for the fanfiction writing asks <3

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I can describe the shit out of something. Someone very recently said they could taste one of my visual descriptions, and yeah. That's what I'm looking for.

35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

Oh, Apple Tree Duty has a deep hold on my heart. Hopefully I can get back to that one soon! But also Just Enough of a Bastard. It was my first, fully completed, full length GO fic and I still think it's pretty delicious. You know, if you like Ineffable Wives, Domme Aziraphale, and wings. Which I do.

#asks #fanfiction asks

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

I just re binged darilaros and I keep getting hung up on Cristons role in Babeys life.

It’s like he sees her as his way to “regain his honor.” Like if Babey stays innocent and pure forever then it almost absolves him of all his other misdeeds. He’s so aggressive with wanting her to fit some image he has of what she should be every time we see him

Albeit the interventions we see him take in Babeys life then do logically make sense. No we don’t want a child to hear grizzly war facts, and yes it is wildly dangerous for a child to go and try to become besties with a gigantic angry fire breathing beast.

He obviously cares about her well-being, but at the same time it feels so …off. I don’t know if that’s because i know who Criston really is and how he really thinks in the show, or if it was intentional to the story.

He’s such an emotionally driven character it’s just interesting to see how he interacts and attaches himself to others in his life.

Waaaaah, I’m always so mindblown when people want to reflect critically on this thing!

Criston is an interesting one for me. I do think that a lot of his conduct with Babey is centred less on their relationship and more on his perception of how things ought to be, as you’ve said; before she’s married, she serves as a sort of symbol of Criston’s honour, a living representation of his nobility and chivalry. Through her, he gets to live out his ideas of the traditional courtly knight protecting gentle maidens, and by doing so he is simultaneously keeping his oaths to his lady, the Queen, and working off his past sins with Rhaenyra. Babey being the epitome of ‘seen and not heard’ at this time further contributes to his perception of women as he feels they should be. I don’t think he is a cookie-cutter misogynist, exactly, as he isn’t necessarily dismissive of female ambition; after all, he’s Alicent’s lapdog, pretty much. But he doesn’t believe in female ambition to the extent that they ought to be allowed to defy social custom, which is why he has so many issues with Rhaenyra expressing and on occasion exploiting her power as heir in her own right.

Babey is his perfect ‘woman’, almost; sexless, ambitionless, devoid of characteristics that are seen as unwomanly or unbecoming. He doesn’t see her as a woman. Almost like a child? I think in some respects, he doesn’t even really see her as a person but as an extension of his desire to be ‘good’, so when she disrupts the status quo by getting married to Daemon, who is at best the male version of Rhaenyra and at worst the very reason Criston ever had cause to doubt his honour in the first place (I’m still unsure the extent to which Criston was aware of goings-on in early Season 1), he has to undergo a radical shift. He can either change his world-view or reject Babey as a representation of all the things he thinks he’s fighting to regain. Someone like Criston, in my opinion, doesn’t have the self-awareness to fully understand the depth of his own world-view, and so he flips around on Babey and begins to perceive her as someone like Rhaenyra, an agent that actively seeks to undermine his knightly goodness.

Criston is an interesting guy. I don’t like him, but in some respects I do feel sorry for him. Thanks for the ask, nonnie!

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Fanfiction ask game

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Ooh the forcefem fic where I have Feliks wearing a fur coat link here

"The dress in question was an enormous pink ball gown cinched tight at the waist with a satin sash tied into an elaborate bow, contrasting with the flowing trained skirts of tulle and the puffy sleeves draped loosely along his shoulders. A wide brimmed cream colored hat adorned with feathers, flowers and pink silk ribbon completed the outfit...Staring into the mirror he concluded that the even worse thing was that despite the absurdity of the dress, he managed to pull it off quite well."

I want to see Feliks looking so miffed while Gilbert is savouring every moment

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Will this Street Kid Spider fic be on ao3? If so, could you please provide your name on this website? And do you know approximately when chapter 1 would be released? (Sorry for my impatience/overzealousness, I've been waiting for a long time for someone to write this type of story 😅)

Don't worry about being excited/overzealous. I understand. To answer your question, I would be posting this on ao3.org under the user name DenDragon14. As for when, I do not know yet. I am not good with guessing deadlines, so I'm not going to give one here. Soon, hopefully though. Right now, I have two Avatar WIPs that are nearly finished, just need to finish editing the chapters and post it. And then I also have another Avatar AU where Spider has the ability to see ghosts. And that's not including my two WIPs that are focused on Lyle. So yeah, soon, hopefully! I'm sorry I can't give an exact date/time frame.

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POV cos it sounds fun!

No excuses ask meme

POV -- something that's already happened, retold from another character's perspective

I can’t find anything in a WIP that wouldn’t spoil the whole thing, so I’m going to break the “current project” rule and use Solid State:

“I’ve just wanted to do this for so long.”

John sank to his knees on the ground and crushed her against him. He ran his hands across her shoulders, down her back, through her hair. He felt Cortana’s arms slide around his neck as her knees landed awkwardly next to his.

All the times John had wanted to touch Cortana, wished she could touch him, felt like she was so close to him and still so far away—

“John?” Cortana gasped.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t breathe.”

Oops. John chuckled softly and loosened his grip. “Better?”

“Just don’t let go,” Cortana begged hastily. 

“I won’t.” John buried his face in her shoulder and took a long breath. “I won’t.” If he let go, maybe this whole…whatever it was…would vanish and they’d never have this chance again. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, too.”

@ageless-aislynn you’ll like this ❤️

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[mimisempai]

Hi, I love your stories!! Umm, you mention in your notes that they’re not beta’d. Did you want a beta?

Hi !

Thank you!!

No I mention it in case there were (and there are surely) mistakes.

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