#gwyn the thief

[separatist-apologist]

Lying In Between The Memories

You could call it paradise but it looks just like hell to me

Summary: Following the blood rite, Gwyneth Berdara can't shake the memories of a life long-gone.

The shadowsinger can't seem to move on after five centuries of loving the same woman.

Together, they'll have to carve a new path forward.

Read on AO3 | Previous Chapter

[ongoing TW for Sexual Assault]

Gwyn didn’t know what, exactly, woke her. A warming in her blood, a flare of light in her dreams. Something just at the periphery of her waking mind screamed suddenly, the sound of it echoing when her eyes flew open. Blinking against the dark, Gwyn tried to recall the person who had been lingering there. Had it been a woman? She took a deep breath, the exhale of air taking the remnant of memory with it. 

Someone had called for her. She knew it with a certainty she couldn’t shake that someone had been there—someone who didn’t belong, someone who had used magic to press in only to be forced back out.

Gwyn swallowed, rolling to her back and just out of Azriel’s slackened embrace.

Azriel.

For a moment she’d forgotten why he was there or what they’d been doing. Her mate, lost in what seemed to be a peaceful sleep. His shadows hadn’t returned though the drawn curtains kept any light from illuminating his beautiful face. It was tempting to touch him—to give in to the clawing urge in her chest.

Quiet as a mouse, Gwyn slipped from the bed instead. Let him sleep for once, she reasoned as she dressed quickly. Azriel didn’t stir when she left the room, closing the door behind her. She barely remembered falling asleep—they’d tumbled right back into each other the moment he’d finished, his tongue sliding over her thighs before he’d flipped her to her stomach, taking her again and again.

She felt sore—she should have felt spent. Instead Gwyn merely wanted. It was enough to make her teeth ache, her mind begging her to go wake him up. She knew he’d be delighted if she did, pulling her against him with a sleepy smile reserved only for her. Unaware of what was happening between them, that the insatiable desire he felt wasn’t merely his own masculine urges but a mating bond desperate for acceptance.

It was a problem for another time—maybe another century. Gwyn was confronted with a different problem the moment she lit a candle in their dark, shared common room. What had once been a neat, tidy space was a wreck, torn apart by invisible hands long gone. Cushions were tossed to the floor books upended and strewn about with loose pages carpeting the stone floor. And on the table where Gwyn’s research had once lain…

“No!” she hissed, looking toward the closed door. Had they locked it? Had they even remembered to? She could see it was unlatched, though if it had been magic or merely luck that allowed the would-be thief into their room, Gwyn couldn’t say.

It didn’t occur to her to go wake Azriel. Gwyn merely shoved on her boots, grabbed her most lethal dagger, and stalked out into the dark. It was Cassian’s training that made her stop for a moment, that caused Gwyn to take a deep breath of air.

The room smelled like sex, cut with the stale scent of herself and Azriel’s time there. And just beneath all of it was something decidedly feminine . Something akin to vanilla and coconut, something warm and sweet and perhaps a little scared, too. Maybe that was Gwyn’s fear she was smelling—she couldn’t be sure.

Take a breath, Berdara, Cassian’s voice whispered in her mind. 

You’re the predator, not the prey.

That wasn’t Cassian—that was Catrin. 

Her sister was right. Gwyn had nothing to be afraid of, though she wasn’t sure why she thought that. Only that there was a rightness to the feeling as she slid into the hall, careful and quiet as any of Azriel’s shadows. Whoever had come knew what they’d been looking for and to Gwyn, there was really only one person it could be, scent be damned.

Eris Vanserra.

Perhaps he’d sent some trembling servant to do his dirty work. Maybe that was just how he smelled and Gwyn hadn’t noticed before, too distracted by Azriel. She’d been in this palace for days and no one had disturbed her and now her cipher was gone just as Eris arrived? How he’d found out she was researching Koschei didn’t matter—all that mattered was she got her research back before he went back to Autumn and used it all against her, her home, and potentially the rest of the world. 

If only she knew where to find him. Surely he was in some fine room similar to hers? Somewhere in the wing she now stalked down, somewhere close enough he could slip in unheard, get what he needed, and slip back out. Gwyn’s heart pounded, clogging her ability to hear clearly as she surveyed the dark. Azriel could ask his shadows, she reasoned, some of her anger starting to fade into panic. 

Just wake him.

Wasn’t he trying to teach her she didn’t need to do everything herself? She could…she could just ask. And he’d do it for no other reason than she’d requested it and he cared about her. It was habit to want to do things alone but she knew better.

Gwyn turned abruptly and had made it two steps when she saw a figure stumbling toward her. The smell of salt and copper flooded her senses, raising the hair on the back of her neck. 

“Wait,” a familiar voice managed, rough and hoarse as though they’d been screaming.

Gwyn yielded a step toward them.  “Kai?” she whispered. 

“Please,” he managed, collapsing to the ground before she could reach him. His face connected loudly with the cool ground beneath them, head bouncing as he exhaled. Gwyn reached for his shoulders, surprised not to find hardened muscle beneath his threadbare clothes but jutting bone. Turning him, she could see the sharp contours of his cheeks, the curve of his jaw with his skin stretched over top too tautly to truly look mortal.

He looked hollowed out and half dead and the smell of him was worse. “Where have you been?”

“My mother,” he managed, eyes fixated not on her face but at the ceiling. “My mother, she…”

“Shh,” Gwyn whispered, pulling his head into her lap as she sat on the floor. “Tell me later. We need to get you help—”

“You need to run,” he whispered, urgency lacing his words. “Run, run now before…”

Cold wound its way up Gwyn’s spine at the sound of steps behind them, soft and ominous as they made their way toward them. Someone was coming. Kai’s breathing quickened and he twisted from her grasp, those dull eyes of his that had once bothered her so filled with so much terror. He knew what was coming for them—had experienced something so horrible that Gwyn couldn’t bring herself to turn and look. 

It wasn’t fear making her cold, but the presence itself. Something more than shadow—something old and terrible, something ancient and evil. It would consume them both, would take whatever was left of Kai before it consumed her, too. Gwyn remembered the screaming in her head—could hear a voice she almost recognized pulled back up by the rising panic.

Use the light! That woman’s voice demanded—not Catrin, or Emerie, or Nesta, though it felt like Nesta. 

All Gwyn knew was she had a second to act—to pull out the burning heat that had always flickered along her fingers and drive the cold back. Flame erupted erratically, engulfing her with raw power unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It was as if her blood recognized the creature coming toward them and had awoken from its own ancient slumbering to fight this cosmic battle. 

The heat was unbearable even to Gwyn who could weather it, could withstand it. She didn’t know how to settle the flames that rose higher and higher, smoke curling like shadows as nearby curtains began to smolder. Somewhere in the hall, Kai had gone silent, shielded by the wall of flame that was now Gwyn.

She dared to twist her body, to look at the recoiling cold slithering further and further away. Darkness slithered from the figure, draping them in a dark so ancient and old that she thought even the High Lord of Night himself would have shuddered to touch. 

But there, atop the figure's head, laid a crown of darkest adamantine. So sharp it seemed to slice against her vision—nine peaked daggers glinting brutally. She’d thought for a moment it was retreating and she’d managed to scrape out an accidental victory. But the creature paused far enough from the dark she only just make it out, standing in a stairway as it waited.

And waited.

Gwyn knew she’d burn out before dawn, her body trembling from the rush of power so foreign to her that Gwyn had no idea how she’d called it or how to extinguish it. 

Take your time, that darkness seemed to whisper, tendrils creeping forward to test the strength of her wall before recoiling with furious pain. I have time.

Gwyn took a breath.

Predator, not prey.

She didn’t dare look behind her to see where Kai had gone. Something told her he was dead—and it hadn’t been her who had killed him, though perhaps that was merely wishful thinking. Gwyn rose on unsteady legs, a newborn fawn staring down a lion. Those sharpened spikes seemed to grin somehow, the darkness yawning wide with an ancient, ugly laugh.

Your kind never changes. 

Whatever that meant. 

Gwyn took a step backwards, slamming into the chest of an unfamiliar body. It wasn’t Azriel’s fingers that curled over the tops of her arms, nor was it Azriel’s magic intertwining with her own.

“You called,” Eris Vanserra whispered, wreathed in the same red hot flames currently emanating from her own frame. “What have you done?”

“That wasn’t me,” she whispered, knowing he wasn’t asking about the magic. Gwyn had always known her family hailed from some courtier in the Autumn Court, had guessed the flickering flames belonged to them. There wasn’t enough worth mentioning to anyone, nor a well of power that might ever get the attention of the powerful nobility.

Until now. 

“Hold your breath,” Eris ordered, wrapping scalding arms around her frame.

NO! The darkness roared, but Eris pulled a crackling hearth and cool, autumn wind around them, shattering the protective magic that ought to have kept them trapped in order to make their escape. It was too late. One moment Gwyn was certain they were going to die and the next they were outside beneath a blanket of stars.

Safe.

“Put it out!” Eris ordered, the magic in his words immediately banking her flames. Gwyn’s legs collapsed beneath her, her body sinking into the loamy, damp earth below. They weren’t in Montesere any longer—the stars above were different, the horizon near lilac from the earlier rising sun.

“Where are we?” she breathed, curling her fingers into mossy. 

“The Middle,” he replied, running a hand through copper colored hair. Whirling around, Eris crouched to look at her. “Where is your mother?”

“Dead.”

“Dead,” he repeated, amber eyes glazed as he took this in. “I could guess your father.”

“He was Spring Court. It’s my grandfather…is…is it—”

“Not mine,” he snapped, though she thought she detected relief in his words. “You belong to my mother…and she belongs to the Vanserras. Which means you do, too.”

“I—” Gwyn swallowed. Her mother had never shared her lineage and Gwyn had never cared enough to ask. A quarter nymph, and now nobility on the Lady of Autumn’s side. “But the magic—”

“The Vanserra’s were so inbred our family tree was more of a bush. Our magic was waning and my father was in trouble. Your power, my power…our power comes from my mothers line.”

“I have to go back,” Gwyn breathed, trying to push herself up. “I need—”

“Are you insane?” he hissed, grabbing her by the shoulders when she managed to rise to her feet. “That thing was about to devour you like it did the prince. You need to stay exactly where you are.”

“Azriel—”

“Is a battle honed warrior capable of handling himself,” Eris insisted. Gwyn reached for her dagger the same moment Eris grabbed her wrist. She managed to slice him sharply against the cheek before he slammed her against a twisting tree behind her, the force of it enough to knock the blade from her hand. “You’re coming to the Forest House.”

“I belong to the Night Court,” she whispered, twisting in his grasp for all the good it did.

“You belong to the Vanserras,” he replied, his face all but carved of stone. “My father will be waiting to see you.”

“Eris,” she whispered, knowing full well her words would mean nothing to him. “Eris, please don’t do this.”

Something like pity flared in his gaze. “Time to go.”

Maybe, she reasoned, it would have been better to be consumed quickly than to be sent into the prison that was Autumn. 

“You can’t hold me indefinitely,” Gwyn threatened.

“Don’t take it so personally. This is merely politics and you’re a convenient pawn.”

And with another rush of cool autumn wind, Gwyn and Eris left the Middle.

Straight for the heart of Autumn.

#shorter than usual but azriels pov just didnt make sense here #and id argue it isnt necessary OR interesting #gwynriel

[loveyazy]

Hi! So I haven't read acotar (well a little bit but it didn't hook me) but I've been reading your posts about the upcoming book and I'm so curious, I don't know these characters but the second hand gossip is fun and I'm rooting for them lol when does the book come out? when will it be announced who the protagonists are?

JSHDKAKJSD I had written so much on my phone but then I closed all the apps and I lost it so hopefully I can remember most of it still.

The thing is it's OBVIOUS it's going to be Elain. She has even said in this interview x at 25:00. I don't know why people genuinely think GWYN is going to be the next book 🫠. Her purpose was to help Nesta. Outside of that, there is not much left to tell of her story. It's done. TBH, I completely forgot she even existed after I finished reading ACOSF. Like I kept seeing posts about her on my insta discover, and I was like who tf is Gwyn? 💀

Also just... ELAIN IS THE THIRD ARCHERON SISTER. How can it NOT be about her when Feyre had the first three and then Nesta had the fourth? Like it's so painfully obvious. Anyone who thinks otherwise is just delusional.

Even if it's not Elain and it happens to be Mor, it's NOT going to be Gwyn before Elain LMFAO.

But this is why I think it's going to be Elriel and not Elucien.

Firstly, Koschei the Deathless. The story follows Ivan marries his THREE SISTERS to THREE WIZARDS.

Ivan saw his three sisters wed to the first suitors who came across them—wizards in the form of birds.

Hmmm THREE SISTERS. BIRDS >>>> BATS. 👀

Eventually Ivan goes on to defeat Koschei with the help of his sisters and their husbands.

And then we have another Koschei retelling. The FOX and the FIREBIRD. Listen Sarah was not subtle with the names. Vasalisa >> Vassa. Lucien had a fox mask in ACOTAR, making him the obvious fox. You can read more on it here but I'm going to do a quick summary.

A king has a garden that produces one gold apple a day, but it was stolen every night. He promised half his kingdom to whichever son could catch the thief. He has three sons, and they all tried to catch it. The third son saw the firebird and shot at it, and hit the bird in the wing, but it escaped and left behind a golden feather. The king wants the fire bird and promises whoever brings the fire bird alive would get half the kingdom and be the heir. So they all go out to find the Fire Bird, and they all encounter a Red Fox.

The fox approaches each prince, and asks for something to eat, but the first two shoot at it. The third prince shares his food. So the Red Fox takes him to the palace where the fire bird is and tells him how to grab the fire bird by putting it in the wooden cage, not the golden. Well, the prince says how can a lovely bird be in a wooden cage and proceeds to put it back in the golden, but then basically sounds an alarm and he gets arrested. The King tells him to bring him back a golden man.

The fox says he'll help the prince, but of course the prince is a dumbass and goes I'm gonna choose the pretty one instead of the one the fox told me to choose and he gets arrested and this king says bring back Princess Goldilocks from the Golden Palace in the Black Sea.

Anyways it goes on and the third brother is betrayed by his other two, and the fox brings him back to life. In the end he gets the kingdom, the firebird, Goldilocks, etc. The fox is very instrumental in this story.

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN'T READ ALL OF ACOTAR

We have hints that Lucien and Vassa are very close. They talk to each other. Plus they live together along with Jurian.

Plus if it was going to be Elucien there would be hints that Elain even had romantic feelings for him. Even a little attraction. She doesn't. She literally stares at a boiling tea kettle until he leaves because she doesn't want to spend any time with him.

She wants nothing to do with him. And yes sure she says she doesn't want a male, but remember that she is still dealing with the traumatic events of being forced into the cauldron and being changed.

This though, happens a year later with Azriel...

Imagine seeing this in the most recent book, and thinking they're like siblings. Sounds like the antis have some sort of incesty weird freaky ass sibling relationships. 😬

This also happens in the book, which I believe is during the same time? But Az's was a bonus chapter and this was available to everyone.

Elain is not herself around Lucien. I don't understand how anyone can see their relationship and think that's going to be endgame. This was the most recent book.

Even before ACOSF, Nesta and Cassian had this in the previous book that alluded to their romance.

But there is absolutely nothing to allude to any sort of Elucien romance. Elain wants NOTHING to do with Lucien. And honestly, I don't blame her. Who would? He was a part of the most traumatic thing that ever happened to her.

I'll never understand Elucien shippers. If you like Lucien, why would you ship him with someone who wants nothing to do with him? If you like Elain why would you ship her with someone she wants nothing to do with?

I'm 10000000% convinced the Elucien shippers are just Gwynriels who ship them so they can have their ship justified, but most of their evidence is just their headcanons, and them not being able to read between the lines and interpreting things very wrong.

#pro elriel #anti gwynriel #anti elucien #elriel #pro elain archeron #pro azriel #i tagged these as antis so if you come for me I'm going to ask why the fuck you're here?

[liminalmemories21]

2023 Writing Round Up!

tagged by @jesuisici33. Thank you!

Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.

Fewer stories this year, but they were all mostly much longer. I genuinely cannot believe that Knave 2 was this year, it feels like so long ago, but apparently was just February. I also can't believe I wrote it in two months. I think maybe Knave 3 kicked my ass so much I forgot that Knave 2 wasn't longer ago.

February

The Knave of Hearts . . . he said he'd steal no more (February 25, 2023 | 60,161 words | Rated E | Tarlos | White Collar AU)

Do you know where Tyler was the night of the 10th?"

"TK," he repeats stubbornly.

Mattheson looks up. "What?"

"His name is TK. Nobody calls him Tyler except his mother.”

Mattheson makes an ostentatious show of noting the correction in the file, although it hasn’t made a difference the last seven times Carlos has said it. "So, the night of the 10th, do you know where Mr. Strand was?"

June

We Were in Screaming Color (June 25, 2023 | 66,639 words | Rated E | Tarlos | Season 4 Interstitials)

All the conversations we didn't see in Season 4

July

The square root of sixty nine (July 6, 2023 | 11,630 words | Rated E | Tarlos)

5 times TK asked for consent + 1 time Carlos did

August

A Secret is a Strange Thing - Owen, Gwyn, Enzo (August 5, 2023 | 5,793 words | Rated T | Tarlos adjacent)

character studies - six kinds of secrets each person kept

October

to be at home in fragments (October 9, 2023 | 3,488 words | Rated G | Tarlos)

collection of tumblr prompts

November

The Knave of Hearts . . . brought back the tarts (November 17, 2023 | 65,951 words | Rated E | Tarlos | White Collar AU)

It starts so innocuously that it’s hard to pinpoint, even in hindsight. But he thinks that maybe it was his father’s birthday, sitting on the porch waiting to digest lunch before they embark on cake. TK is sketching a line of Steinlen style cats to march along the walls of Marisol’s bedroom. [ . . .]

His father laughs at the two of them. “That reminds me actually, a friend of yours stopped by to visit me the other day." TK freezes in reaching for his ice tea, and Carlos’s father arches an eyebrow. "Tulson. Agent Tulson stopped by my office. Who did you think I meant?”

TK exhales and picks up his glass. “The mind boggles. What did Matt want?”

“Wanted to ask if I’d heard any rumors about a new art thief nosing around town for targets.”

Think It Over, Think It Under (November 30, 2023 | 12,864 words | Rated T | Tarlos adjacent)

6 conversations TK had with his sisters-in-law + 1 conversation Carlos had with his sisters

December

Once Upon a Bus coming soon - the bus driver AU

tagging @ladytessa74, @chicgeekgirl89, @chaotictarlos, @strandnreyes, @paperstorm, @rmd-writes, @louis-ii-reyes-strand, @reyesstrand, and @welcometololaland

#tarlos #fic #writing round up #911 lonestar

[moodymelanist]

But If I’m A Thief (Then He Can Join The Heist)

happy day 6 of @nessianweek everyone!! this is the third and final part of the fics I posted for @nestaarcheronweek and @cassianappreciationweek. hope you enjoy ❤️‍🔥

Summary: The Valkyries team up with Azriel and Mor to get Cassian back.

Word Count: 3,780

Read on AO3 here!

✵✵✵✵✵✵ Nesta 

Everything had been going straightforwardly enough until Cassian took a tranquilizer dart to the neck.

“Cassian?” Nesta said, her eyes going a little wide as she watched him drop to the floor like a sack of very well-muscled bricks. This wasn’t supposed to happen; in all the missions she’d crossed paths with him, they’d both walked away relatively unscathed each time. “Cassian!”

As badly as she wanted to check on him and make sure he was still breathing, Nesta’s training had been hammered into her far too brutally to leave herself this exposed. She flung herself backward into a handspring to get away from the sliding glass door as quickly as she could, landing gracefully in a corner of the room that she hoped fell into whoever had shot Cassian’s blind spot. 

She barely had a moment to catch her breath before all hell broke loose, even more so than when the Valkyries had been interrupted. Both of the balcony doors suddenly shattered, the sound of the glass hitting the floor nearly deafening, and she quickly pulled one of her knives out so she could defend herself from this unexpected attack. The Valkyries’ briefing had been very clear on potential enemy combatants; whoever was coming now certainly wasn’t on the list.

“Perimeter breached!” Nesta yelled in warning. She heard Emerie and Gwyn stop their fights as a few men dressed in all-black protective gear swung through the wide-open balcony, stun batons, knives, and guns at the ready. The suite was far too small to safely use any firearms, but Nesta had a feeling their giant machine guns were more of a power move than anything else. 

Typical. Nesta took a deep breath before her mind went battle-blank, darting to the side so she wouldn’t get trapped in the corner once punches started getting thrown. She didn’t get very far before one of the men barked out orders, and then it was disorganized chaos. These men didn’t have nearly the same level of training as Cassian and his friends did, but what they lacked in finesse they made up for in numbers as another round of men swung their way into the room after the first one. 

As she ducked, dodged, and weaved, Nesta realized she’d seen that symbol before. She wasn’t exactly sure when , but she trusted her mind enough to know it would come to her eventually. For now, she just had to focus on getting through this fight.

Nesta steadily fought her way out of the corner she’d placed herself into, Emerie and Gwyn coming to help her like the well-oiled machines they were. She didn’t have to overthink, knowing that when she went low Emerie would sweep a kick over her head, and if she went high Gwyn would be waiting to aim her hits at their enemies’ knees. She got the occasional assist from Azriel and Morrigan, but for the most part, the two teams worked independently.

Eventually, the men streaming in realized they weren’t winning this fight, and started to retreat instead of sending more men in. They didn’t even bother trying to rescue some of their unconscious comrades, the ones left standing just turning and high-tailing it out of there rather than finish their fights. Cowards.

“Cassian?” Azriel called out once the dust had quite literally settled. There was no response, and Nesta watched his body somehow tense up even further as he did a quick sweep of the room and realized his friend was gone. “Fuck.”

Nesta couldn’t help herself from tensing up either – whoever these men were, they’d taken Cassian right from under her nose, and she was silently fuming about it. Cassian was hers to tease and spar and run off with.

“We need to get him back,” Morrigan said, brushing plaster out of her bright hair. Maybe she’d thrown one of the men into the wall; Nesta allowed herself to be slightly impressed. “Immediately.”

Nesta quickly exchanged glances with Emerie and Gwyn, both of whom clearly knew what Nesta was going to say next judging by the resigned expressions on their faces. “We’ll help.”

“Why?” Morrigan asked, clearly skeptical. “You don’t know him.”

“I owe him a debt,” Nesta answered. It wasn’t a complete lie – he’d done her enough little favors over the last few years that surely the least she could do was help him in return. “This will settle it.”

“How do we know we can trust you?” Azriel interjected quietly. He looked so much like Cassian that Nesta might’ve guessed they were brothers had she not done her own research on them. 

“You don’t,” Emerie told him, shrugging, “but you know how we were trained. Trust in that.”

Azriel and Morrigan exchanged glances, clearly communicating without words. After a few moments, Morrigan shrugged and turned back to the face the Valkyries. “Fine. But if you get him killed…”

“We’re not amateurs,” Gwyn fired back with a roll of her eyes. “We don’t lose packages.”

“I know who took him,” Nesta interrupted before Morrigan could respond, recognition finally lighting up in her mind. “That symbol. We saw some of them last spring – that mission in Marseille.”

The mission had run pretty smoothly, all things considered, but Nesta remembered seeing that same red wing symbol on some of the men’s uniforms. They’d been tasked with stealing some data from an insurgent group who’d stopped in France for one reason or another, and it hadn’t been too hard to take it.

“Do you have a name?” Azriel asked, pulling out a little tablet. Nesta had no idea where he’d stashed it in the tight cut of his uniform, but she wasn’t going to ask any questions. 

“I can send you the file,” Emerie offered. She pulled out her work phone and tapped through it for a few moments, finding what she was looking for quickly and sending it to Azriel. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” Azriel murmured. 

“Let’s get out of here while you do your guy in the chair thing,” Morrigan suggested, using her foot to nudge one of the downed men with a disgusted look on her face. “The vibes in here aren’t… great.”

Thankfully once they all made it out of the room and back downstairs – Gwyn making sure to pocket the drive they’d come to steal before they did – it didn’t take long for Azriel to somehow find a likely candidate for where Cassian was being held. From what Nesta remembered, these men weren’t particularly organized, so it probably hadn’t been too hard to figure out where they were.

As they waited for Azriel to send the coordinates, Nesta took a few moments to flip through the file Emerie had and refresh her memory. A man named Kallon seemed to be the insurgents’ leader, an American who’d joined the military right out of high school and had grown quickly disillusioned. She didn’t know what he’d want with Cassian other than to piss off his former bosses, but her job wasn’t to figure out Kallon’s potential motives. She just had to get Cassian back.

Once Azriel sent the coordinates, the five of them hashed out a rough plan. Gwyn had pulled up the blueprints of the building and found the vents would be big enough for the smallest of them to squeeze through, so Nesta and Mor were tasked with wriggling around up there until they found where Cassian was. From there, Azriel, Gwyn, and Emerie would provide reinforcements and help them make a quick getaway.

It was a solid enough plan, but as Nesta crawled through the vents, she found herself half wishing she could’ve swapped places with Gwyn or Emerie. She was the shortest of the three of them, but she wasn’t that much shorter.

“… making a huge mistake,” Cassian’s voice echoed through the vents. Thank God he was awake now; hopefully whatever they’d given him didn’t have any long-term effects. “Seriously. Just let me go, and we can pretend this never happened.”

“I don’t think you’re exactly prepared to bargain, Commander,” someone sneered in response. The voice was male, American accent; from the sheer entitlement in his tone, Nesta would guess he was maybe mid-20s or early 30s. Perhaps this was Kallon, their group’s leader. “Besides, we don’t bargain with terrorists, remember?”

Definitely American. Nesta held back her eye roll as she continued to slowly move through the vents, crawling as fast as she could without making any noise while she followed the sound of Cassian’s voice. “Friendly fire is bad form, man.”

“Just because we’re from the same country doesn’t mean we’re on the same side,” the other man replied snidely. Nesta crawled past another few rooms before she found the right one, and the man turned just enough that Nesta was able to get a glimpse of his face and confirm her suspicions that this was Kallon. “Man.”

Nesta pulled a tiny screwdriver out of her utility belt, unscrewing the top of the panel and thanking her lucky stars that the opening was big enough that she could get into the room. After a few minutes of her messing with it, she finally got the damn panel off, wasting no time in silently dropping down into the room behind Kallon. 

He was so wrapped up in his monologue that he didn’t even hear her approach, but Cassian did. His eyes flicked to her and right back to Kallon instantly, letting her know that he knew she was there without blowing her cover.

Before Nesta did anything, she made sure to sweep over Cassian to check for injuries. He was sitting in an uncomfortable-looking chair, each of his wrists handcuffed to the corresponding arm of the chair. He didn’t look visibly injured, mostly just annoyed that he was stuck in this position, and something like relief spread from Nesta’s chest at having visual confirmation that he was alright.

She made sure to smile at him before drawing her gun.

“I’ve always heard that three’s a party,” Nesta said, clicking the safety off just as she pressed it against the back of Kallon’s head. “Why don’t we break this one up?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Kallon said back. 

“Don’t worry about that,” Nesta answered. She tapped her earpiece a few times to send her exact location to the rest of the team, hoping they’d be able to move in quickly once Kallon lost his temper. “I just need you to let my friend here go, and we won’t have any more problems.”

“We’re friends?” Cassian jumped in with a giant grin. Nesta fought the urge to facepalm and instead tightened her grip on her gun, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer before Kallon snapped. Men like them always did. “Wow. You just made my night, sweetheart.”

“More than rescuing you?” Nesta fired back incredulously. What an idiot. “Your priorities are seriously out of order.”

“No, you have your priorities out of order,” Kallon snapped. He turned and tried to force the gun out of Nesta’s hands, but she’d been expecting that. She quickly dodged his maneuver and they grappled for a few moments, Kallon trying to use his height and bulk against her, but she was used to that. It was child’s play to use his weight against him, and once she had him on the defensive it was all too easy to render him unconscious with a particularly nasty hit to the head.

Nesta had all of ten seconds to take stock before she heard the sound of several people approaching the room she and Cassian were in. Azriel and Morrigan came in first, relief written all over them at the sight of Cassian unharmed, while Emerie and Gwyn brought up the rear with matching knowing expressions as they looked at Nesta. Thankfully, her friends didn’t have time to silently tease her given the amount of people they’d brought with them. 

Even though they brought more of Kallon’s henchmen with them, they were nothing under the combined might of the five of them, but one of the henchmen’s guns went off. Nesta ducked on instinct even though the bullet came nowhere near her, hoping no one on her side was injured as she continued her fight.

“Mother fucker,” Cassian hissed. Nesta finished dispatching the henchman she’d been grappling with and turned to see Cassian pressing down hard against his side where his protective padding wasn’t as heavy. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“What is it?” Nesta demanded, in no mood for his ego to get in the way if he needed medical attention. “Don’t bullshit me.”

“If I say it’s just a graze,” he began, wincing at the darkening expression on her face, “would you believe me?”

“No,” she told him curtly. She found the key to the handcuffs on Kallon’s person and quickly freed Cassian’s wrists, taking a moment to rub the feeling back into his wrists since his hands were otherwise occupied. “Can you stand? I don’t know if I can support you all the way out.”

“I’ve got him,” Azriel said, abruptly reminding Nesta that she wasn’t alone in the room with Cassian. She forced herself to take a few steps back so Azriel could step in, throwing Cassian’s arm over his shoulder as he helped Cassian to stand. “I don’t care what you say, Cass. Mor’s calling medical.”

“I already called them,” Morrigan confirmed. She stepped in to support Cassian’s other side, the three of them slowly making their way toward the exit. “Why does it always have to be you?”

It was all too easy to fade away during the commotion. Cassian was back with the people who cared about him, and Nesta didn’t need to be here to distract them any further. Besides, she wasn’t exactly trying to explain to the United States government what she was doing here, so she, Emerie, and Gwyn slipped into the shadows.

Nesta wasn’t worried about finding him again. She always did.

✵✵✵✵✵✵ Cassian 

When Cassian was released from medical almost a week and a half later, he wasn’t expecting anyone to be waiting for him outside his hospital room. Azriel and Mor were far too busy playing catch up with all the paperwork that had resulted from his brief kidnapping, so he’d expected to make his way home on his own, maybe call an Uber and order some takeout before passing out on the couch.

He certainly hadn’t been expecting to see Nesta waiting for him outside his hospital room. He didn’t even want to know how she’d managed to get inside the facility, let alone to sit outside his room like this, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was wearing a plain white shirt and blue jeans, and her hair was pulled back into a loose braid. 

Nesta looked… different in her civilian clothes, in a way that Cassian couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the way she carried herself when she wasn’t on a mission, or maybe it was the soft smile she’d allowed him to see as she responded to a text on her phone. As highly trained as she was, there was no way she didn’t know he was standing there watching her, but he appreciated the little glimpse that she’d given him nonetheless. 

“Nesta,” Cassian said after a few extra moments of studying her. She locked her phone and looked up at him, her eyes sweeping over him in clear assessment. He could only hope she liked what she found. “What are you doing here?”

“Someone had to make sure you didn’t fuck up all the doctors’ hard work on your way home,” she said back, standing. “We drew straws.”

“We?” he asked. His heart was beating overtime at being so close to her even though they weren’t in a life or death situation, and he hoped he wasn’t showing how nervous he suddenly was on his face.

“Your friends and mine,” she answered with a wry tilt of her mouth. “I lost, obviously.”

“More like you won,” he fired back, thankful his nerves at being so near to her weren’t stopping him from keeping up with their usual banter. 

“I think we’ll have to agree to disagree,” she told him with an adorable snort. She motioned to the hallway in front of her and turned to him expectantly. “Shall we?”

He was more than happy to let her lead the way toward the exit. “We shall.”

When they made it downstairs, Cassian wasn’t surprised to see that Nesta had somehow acquired his car keys in the few minutes they’d chatted outside his room. He’d spent far too much time around spies and highly trained agents to let their little tricks surprise him, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t excite him a little bit that she was the one doing it. 

“Do I need to give you my address?” Cassian asked once they were both in his car. He didn’t know how she’d managed to get access to it, but he doubted she’d gone through all the effort of breaking into his building just to take his car. Azriel or Mor had probably just helped her out.

Nesta turned and gave him an incredulous look, still gorgeous even as she stared at him like he was a little bit of an idiot. “Don’t be insulting.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he replied, laughing. He had to stop once his stitches throbbed in protest, but the pain was worth it to see the tiny smile she’d given him in response. “I didn’t want to assume.”

He reached over and hit one of the radio presets so they wouldn’t have to ride in silence, and the soft music easily filled the drive back to his place. He was only about twenty minutes from the hospital, the drive finishing so quickly that he worried that those few precious minutes were all he’d get to spend with her.

As Nesta deftly parked in his regular parking space, Cassian found he shouldn’t have bothered worrying. “Come on. You need to take your pain meds and get into bed.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied agreeably. He slowly got out of the car and shuffled his way to the nearest elevator, hitting the right buttons so they could make it to his floor safely. “This is me.”

“I’m surprised the feds let you have so many neighbors,” she remarked casually as they walked down the hallway. 

“I fought like hell for a regular building,” he answered, reaching into his back pocket for his keys before he remembered she still had them. She handed them over with a teasing look so he could unlock his front door and he huffed a laugh. “I’m too old to be living on base, don’t you think?”

“I don’t think thirty-one is old at all,” she told him. She followed him inside his apartment and made sure to lock the door behind them, her eyes sweeping over his living room out of what he presumed was a force of habit. “It was on your hospital bracelet. Happy belated birthday, by the way.”

“What, you could look up my home address but you had to rely on my hospital bracelet to find out my birthday?” he teased, slowly making his way over to his overlarge sectional. “And thank you.”

“I didn’t want to seem too stalkerish,” she teased right back. She disappeared from his field of view for a moment before returning with a glass of water and some of his pain medication. “Here. You need to take this to stay on schedule.”

He popped the pills in his mouth and drank the whole glass of water, sighing in relief when the medication kicked in quickly. They must have given him the really good shit. “If you were my stalker, I certainly wouldn’t complain.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Nesta asked, huffing a laugh as she perched on the arm of the couch.

“Yeah, but this isn’t my best material,” Cassian answered. He settled back further into the couch and awkwardly draped one of the nearby blankets over himself, not bothering to hold back his smile when she reached out to fix it for him. “The pain meds are just making me loopy.”

“I would make you some food to help, but you don’t want me in your kitchen,” she replied.

“Maybe I want you in my bedroom instead,” he fired back, trying to wink but failing epically. 

“This definitely isn’t your best material,” she said with a snort.

They fell into a brief silence, which he almost immediately broke once his brain caught onto the fact that she would probably be leaving soon. She’d gotten him from point A to point B, saw him safely to his apartment, and made sure he’d taken his pain medication. What else was there for her to do? She probably had much better things to do than sit around and watch him drool on his couch.

“I don’t want this to be the last time I see you,” Cassian said suddenly. Pain medication aside, he liked doing this with Nesta even more outside of work, and he didn’t want to squander his chance of doing it again. “In a non-lethal setting, at least.”

“And what kind of setting do you want to see me again in?” Nesta questioned with a tilt of her head.

“One with fancy dinner and a nice ambiance,” he quipped back, thankful he was firing on enough cylinders to at least make his intentions clear.

She smiled. “Ask me again when you’re not this sleepy and I’ll think about it.”

“But how will I get to ask you again?” he asked, trying his best to fight the sudden wave of drowsiness and losing badly. Damn, they really had given him the good stuff.

“Don’t worry,” she told him. She reached out to subtly adjust the blanket so he was better covered before shifting off the couch altogether. “We’ll work something out.”

Once Cassian woke up from his medication-induced nap, Nesta was nowhere to be found. However, there was a still-hot bag of Chinese food on his coffee table and an invitation to one of the nicer restaurants in his neighborhood waiting in his calendar app, so he figured that was enough to make up for it. It probably hadn’t been hard for her to get into his phone with him lying there dead to the world, but who knows what had happened after he’d fallen asleep. Besides, when it came to her, he wasn’t going to question yet another good thing.

Well? Nesta had written in the invitation notes. Are you awake enough now?

Cassian couldn’t smash the accept invitation button fast enough.

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[itsmyfandomandilikeit]

An episode of Star Trek Prodigy that I have to assume won't exist

So I've been thinking about how the story could "end". My understanding from official announcements is that season 2 will be the end of this part of the story, and that if the series continues after that, a new arc will start.

So of course I've been trying to figure out how "this part of the story" ends, and I keep getting stuck because the way time travel works in Star Trek is really inconsistent, so it's hard to nail down what's possible. So here's a possible season 2 finale that would get chucked in the writer's room garbage and replaced with something more thematically coherent:

So since I finished season 1 I've been paranoid about what happens to Gwyn if she actually does save Solum from itself. In the 2009 movies, Spock is able to live freely in the Kelvin timeline despite being from somewhere else, but in ENT S3 "E Squared", for example, the main characters meet their grandkids who got thrown back in time to save them, and after the rescue mission is complete, the descendant ship disappears and everyone forgets this happened. It's my understanding that the second type of time travel is more common in TNG than the former.

This concerns me because it could happen to Gwyn.

I mean, she's literally going back in time to stop the thing that caused her to be born. There's two timeline branches, and in one of them, nearly everyone is dead or about to be rescued from it. As far as I can tell, they could evacuate the other timeline and if it collapses on the way out, literally the only casualty would be Gwyn. (other than Ascencia, whom I assume will not be around by the end of the story for other reasons.)

So let's say she does it. She goes to Solum and makes first contact on behalf of the Federation and influences them to make the right choices and there's no civil war!! Good job!! Solum joins the Federation, everyone is happy, and the morning after the papers are signed Dal wakes up in the hammock under the engine of Nandi's ship like nothing ever happened.

He's older than he was the last time he was here, but Nandi doesn't seem to think he ever left. Apparently he's been doing bigger and bigger jobs and has amassed an impressive pile of crap in his corner made of things he took from people some way or another. Behind a panel somewhere he even finds a hidden pile of money, presumably so he could eventually buy his own ship.

He starts to wonder if he dreamed the whole thing, but eventually is able to get to the edge of the quadrant and pick up news from the Federation. Around this time, the Protostar has returned home from its first excursion and Chakotay is about to go right back out. He says he's had all sorts of adventures, including a mention of going through a wormhole and having to find his way back, having met a Federation society from some point in the future.

So, Dal realizes that this is the world in which Solum never goes back in time to save itself because it doesn't need saving. Chakotay is fine, Nandi didn't sell Dal as an "unwanted", Dal became a better con artist and thief. With some heavy research, he's able to find the show where Rok-Tahk used to perform, and ask where she was sold if not to the Diviner. Another mining colony. He doesn't really have enough information to find anybody else, but has to assume they were sold elsewhere, slaves on other colonies throughout the Delta quadrant.

So he goes to Janeway. Explains to her that he's from a timeline where some things were different. Everyone else has forgotten, but because his brain is DNA soup, he's immune to some complicated temporal effects. He has to give Chakotay's command codes to prove he is who he says he is.

The thing is, at this point in the story, Dal knows where Solum is. Season 2 has already happened, Chakotay has been found and rescued, but the Federation hasn't made first contact with them. Dal has a choice.

He isn't trusted, but he could regain the trust he once had. Janeway believes him. He knows an awful lot about her and he's familiar with all the Starfleet regulations a cadet would have had to memorize. He knows the advice she tends to give. Dal could make contact with Solum on behalf of the Federation. He knows where it is. He's the only one.

But how he does it determines how well it goes. He could ensure everything goes over perfectly, and proceed with his life as planned - fighting to get into Starfleet Academy so he can be the captain of a starship, armed with the knowledge of a failed alternate timeline other cadets can't learn from. He might even be able to bring Rok-Tahk with him. Maybe she doesn't like science in this timeline but he can make sure she's okay.

Or, he could screw it up. On purpose. Tell them that the Federation wants them for their superior technology, and that they have to change their ways to fit in. Stoke the fires of civil war, and leave. If he does this, everything goes back to the way it was. Maybe even enter a stable time loop where Gwyn fixes things and Dal screws them up over and over.

I think this is a fun concept to think about but I am 95% sure I'm off the mark about this having anything to do with where the story is going.

See, if Gwyn gets erased from the timeline, she's basically died for her abusive slave-owning father's sins, and while I don't think it's impossible to make that work narratively, I think it would be really difficult. I think what would be most empowering as a story is if she takes up the mantle of saving Solum in a peaceful way and gets to move on with her own life.

Which is why I came across the question of how to save her. I think if given the choice she'd sacrifice herself for Solum. Needs of the many, etc. The show demonstrates that the reason she likes Dal is that he puts her first when no one else does. So it's... workable that Dal would have a hand in figuring out how to keep her from being lost conceptually to the timeline. At the same time, Dal is supposed to be getting better, not worse. Siccing him with the choice of saving his love interest's life / saving his teammates from slavery against upholding Starfleet values is, again, not impossible to make work but really hard without breaking the bounds of moral grayness Dal himself tends to be subjected to.

Finally there's the complicated case of writing about slavery overall. In this story, you would have to do some onscreen math about whether the Delta quadrant is better or worse without the influence of the Diviner. Realistically, everyone would have been sold to a different slaver, but a decrease in the number of penal operations has to mathematically be a good thing. Dal choosing between the two timelines ultimately chooses whether to give the Diviner a pass for his many, many crimes, which is, again, probably out of the scope of this series.

Still, I'm enjoying parts of it as an AU. What would an older Dal look like if he'd eventually become more successful as a protege of Nandi? What would Janeway and Chakotay do in the absence of his capture? How can the story avoid the problem of erasing Gwyn?

Ultimately I think they're going to have to go with the explanation of Spock from the 2009 movies. She exists here, she just does, matter can't be created or destroyed and her matter is standing on the bridge with us.

Still, I'm not sure.

#star trek prodigy

[aldbooks]

I posted on Gwynriel weeks day for the Music prompt a song by Billy Joel that I imagined described how Az thought of Gwyn. Well I have one for how I imagine Cass thinks of Nesta…

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes

And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies

And she only reveals what she wants you to see

She hides like a child but she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you

She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you

And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free

Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me

Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants

She's ahead of her time

Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in

She just changes her mind

And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden

Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding

But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be

Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me

Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants

She's ahead of her time

Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in

She just changes her mind

She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel

But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool

And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree

And the most she will do is throw shadows at you

But she's always a woman to me

#Nessian #cassian x nesta #Spotify

[bibliophiliaxvignette]

The second part of Little Thief is up!!

I'm so overwhelmed that people are reading and liking my writing! Thank you so much to anyone who has read and commented! I am so touched. Here is the second and final part.

PS no one warned me how scary it is to post smut??? My soul is leaving my body as I am posting this guys.

Sexy preview below the cut ♥️

She tilts her chin up, offering her mouth up to him, her eyes fluttering closed. Azriel slides his thumb across her pillowy bottom lip, watching her lips part slightly. He takes the moment in. Her lashes, dark and soft, fanning across her cheeks, her skin, silky and warm under his touch.

So slowly, he bends his head towards hers, watching her face until the last second. He feels the moment her breath hitches right before his lips meet hers, his eyes sliding closed. This kiss is gentle and delicate in contrast to the heat and want of their first kiss. Gwyn’s hands slide inwards from his shoulders to rest on the center of his chest, right above his heart. He can feel her fingertips on his skin where the neckline of his shirt dips down slightly from his collarbone. Surely she must feel how his heart is pounding against his chest, trying to get to her.

Az’s hand moves from Gwyn’s cheek backward toward her hair, threading his fingers in the silk of it. It falls from her shoulders, cascading down her back. Her jasmine and honey scent is intoxicating. She makes a soft, quiet sound in the back of her throat and he feels like his ears are forever attuned to that sound. His senses can’t pinpoint anything but Gwyn. They chant her name to him.

Gwyn, Gwyn, Gwyn.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #or gwynriel #gwynriel fic #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #my writing

[hazel-of-sodor]

What's Lost is Found

Ch.17 Into Autumn

Other Stories

Other Chapters

With the last of the Argol engines recovered, life on the Uman and Din returned to normal. Well, what passed for normal on a railway with an Eldritch goods engine anyway. 

There was an incident about a week after they returned, which saw a group of teenage boys thrown through an old wooden shed when they attempted to bother Mali. When asked to explain Screech was unrepentant. Miss Morgan and the group's parents were no more impressed with the teen's behavior than Screech had been and they had given her permission to do as she saw fit if she caught them again as long as the boys received no permanent harm. 

Summer passed into Autumn and the workload lessened as the tourist traffic fell away with the temperatures. Becca went in for overhaul, Screech picking up her trains now that Avon no longer needed her help. The restoration of the line to Glain had begun, with Screech on track clearing duty every other weekend. She enjoyed the task, as simple and quiet as it was, as it gave her a chance to rip and tear without worrying about damage.

Work had also begun on repairing 590, Seren, and the rest of the recovered rolling stock. All of this had given Mali an idea.

Screech had been relaxing in the yard before her next train, enjoying basking in the sunlight while she still could as Gwyn worked to refill her tender with coal. She had offered to help, but he had said that he needed the exercise at his age. 

She lazily watched the teen approach.

"Little Thief."

"Hey, Miss Screech." Mali hopped up onto the corner of the coal bunker. "I wanted to run an idea past you."

The eldritch giant eyed her curiously, "And what idea would that be."

"How to restore Argol."

Screech raised an eyebrow, "oh?"

Mali nodded, "My parents took me to visit the Talyllyn a few weeks ago. A preserved narrow gauge railway, run entirely by volunteers. People come from all over to see it. What if we did that with the old Argol line? We already have two engines and their coaches to run the line, and the only way to reach Argol would be by the Uman and Din, so it would help our railway as well."

Screech considered the idea. "I have no idea what would be required for such a venture, or if it is even doable."

Mali's face fell.

Screech thought a moment longer..."You have finished your duties for the day?

"Yes?" Mali said, confused.

"Then you will ride on my next train to Din. Miss Morgan will know if the idea has merit."

#ttte fanfic #rws fanfic #fanfic #U&D #U&DR #Uman and Din #Uman and Din Railway #eldritch #eldritch train #eldritch engine

[redstringraven]

some lil OC tidbits using a server template! i wanna start sharing and talking about them a bit more outside of my artwork just... both as a form of documentation and also because it makes me happy. c:

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Cassia Dubois five random facts:

mains boo in most, if not all, mario games. if boo's not an option, she mains peach or yoshi.

a nervous laugher; will start giggling when nervous or unsure how to handle a situation. this has mixed results.

gives nicknames to basically everyone. if you're a friend in any form or fashion, you will get a few nicknames unique to you. (i.e., mikey's nicknames are 'tangerine', 'champ', and 'jell-o').

will sometimes text exclusively in emojis. leo can never decipher it, and sometimes it drives raph up a wall (she does this on purpose).

professional french fry thief.

favorite food: snickerdoodles or pretzels dipped in cool whip least favorite food: anything with the texture of cottage cheese cause of stress: having an inconsistent friend group at school; after the triceraton invasion, she worries about her dad a lot while he travels for work (he's a train conductor) a quote I associate with them: "cooler than a strawberry shake~!"

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Nyxram five random facts

would not participate in the battle nexus despite that she'd most certainly win; she doesn't enjoy "combat for sport".

can fluently speak a handful of languages throughout the galaxy and can understand/read several more.

favorite third-earth instrument is the harp.

lowkey fascinated by third-earth's older technology (gramophones, steam-engine trains, etc) but unimpressed by the modern technology.

currently training traximus; she worries that, as the rebellion's leader, he'll quickly get targets on his back from other triceratons who disagree with the shift in power or from outside parties looking to further stir the current power vacuum.

favorite food: whatever the triceraton equivalent of a warm bagel with cream cheese is least favorite food: pizza (sorry, mikey); anything fried, swimming in grease, or generally unhealthy cause of stress: her past, her future, her parents a quote i associate with them: "no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle"

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Gwyneth five random facts

can mimic bilelon* bugles well enough that they'll sometimes call back to her.

on third-earth she leans into she/her pronouns for simplicity's sake but is genderqueer given liáfsini's approach of the subject, as well as the galaxy's lack of a binary.

is the 'younger twin' and, therefore, considered the parasitic spirit. she was consistently shunned by other liáfsians and forbidden to participate in ceremonies or druidic practices.

arguably a better climber than the boys due to a childhood spent in the woods and exploring old liáfsian ruins. could parkour the city in her sleep.

enjoys sketching and gardening but rarely gets to indulge in either due to consistently being on guard/on the run. her art-style is more realism leaning, and the lines weave into each other as though she never lifts the pencil from paper.

favorite food: liáfsian equivalent of barmbrack least favorite food: isn't picky; food is food as long as it won't kill her cause of stress: darach; a loss of her own identity due to survival; her unshaken determination to get ash back in a body a quote i associate with them: "the woods are lovely, dark and deep. but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep, and miles to go before i sleep."

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Aislinn five random facts

will rarely reveal she's sentient before she or gwyn deem someone trustworthy; often plays 'inanimate' and is always listening and watching; it's made her a bit of a gossip.

loves watching soap operas with master splinter and discussing the episodes with him afterward.

is the 'older twin' and, therefore, considered the original spirit. despite still being viewed as an ill-omen, she was not shunned as severely as gwyn. though sometimes invited to ceremonies or allowed access to other community practices, ash refused to participate if gwyn couldn't.

on third-earth, she leans more into she/her pronouns for simplicity's sake along with gwyn but does also seem to prefer femme-leaning gender identities galaxy-wide; more of a demi-girl.

both ash and gwyn can perform a liáfsian take on kulning, which they used not only to call to the bilelon and sithóran**, but also to locate each other while exploring the woods as kids; ash's is much more in line with traditional kulning, which is to say it's higher in pitch and is more melodic. gwyn's is lower in pitch and a bit more melancholic/haunting. in the extremely rare situation gwyn and ash get separated in present time, ash will kuln as a way to signal to gwyn without fully giving away her sentience or presence in the weapon.

favorite food: liáfsian equivalent of barmbrack least favorite food: doesn't remember cause of stress: darach; being physically dead; consistently worried about gwyn's mental and physical well-being a quote i associate with them: "i was with you before we were even born."

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*bilelon are a sacred fae-fauna in liáfsini; they vaguely resemble elk **sithóran are fauna in liáfsini; they vaguely resemble maned wolves

#tmnt oc #tmnt 2003 oc #;tmnt oc: cassia dubois #;tmnt oc: nyxram #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;tmnt oc: aislinn #[ i just love my silly band of ocs okay... ] #[ auhgh ]

[ask-snowfall-kingdom]

Welcome! This is an ask blog centered around the people of Snowfall (Dark Parables)! It is set around the time of The Thief and the Tinderbox, in an AU where TTatT did not happen.

Characters currently available: Gerda, Gwyn, Kai, & Snow

Rules:

Nothing NSFW

Be polite

Just... be respectful, please

I'll add more if this gets big & I need to

Mod Info:

I don't know that anyone actually cares, but oh well. You can call me 🦉 or Cel, and you can just kinda use any pronouns except she/her for me.

Ballad of Rapunzel is my favorite Dark Parables game, and The Thief and the Tinderbox is my least favorite. Kai is my favorite character. I'm a young adult, and I first played Dark Parables when I was really little.

#dark parables #dark parables ask blog #ask blog #not an ask #🦉 mod posting

[emc2beans]

How is your character when sleeping with another person? Do they hog the bed/the blankets? Can their snoring keep the other one up (or, alternatively, any noise their partner makes will have them scrambling from the sheets)? Do they like to spoon when they're asleep? Do they find the added heat too much or comforting?

Gwynedd is a pretty still sleeper and she sleeps light. When she has the chance to share a bed she basically becomes a living body pillow when she sleeps on her back. If the bed is too small then her partner is probably going to end up sleeping on top of her. She's also happy to be the big spoon if asked, but if her partner moves it will wake her up. Gwyn doesn't really get cold or hot, but has been told that she's quite warm to sleep next to.

Isolde is an unapologetic blanket thief, so any bed partner she has should spoon her to prevent her from becoming a blanket burrito in her sleep. There is no such thing as too warm for Isolde. She also doesn't snore but will occasionally talk in her sleep.

Llewellyn is, much like his sister, very warm naturally. He will usually let his partner get comfortable before he does, and his preferred sleeping position is with his partner facing his chest so he can wrap his arms around them. Very snuggley.

Syden likes to be the little spoon and Riveaux is always happy to oblige. Riveaux is all limbs so he tends to end up sprawled out over Syden, but Syden doesn't mind. Neither of them like to get overheated, so they usually just have a thin blanket. (Riveaux calls Syden his Cuddle-bunny, but only when they're alone.)

The only way someone would ever be able to share a bed with A'mina is if they found a sliver of space amidst her Plushy Hoard. Does she use blankets? What about pillows? Unknowable. There is only plushy.

Dire sleeps like a starfish and is capable of taking up a space far larger than someone their size should be able to.

#As usual WoLs above and ocs under the cut #ffxiv oc stuff #answered stuff #thank you for the ask!

[heraldofcrow]

reviving ciaranblr 🗡️🗡️🗡️ What are a few of your favorite headcanons for Lord's Blade Ciaran or the other Knights of Gwyn?

LET’S DO IT!!! 🗡️🗡️🗡️

I’m gonna do the cop-out thing with you and just drop my old backstory plan for her in headcanon/outline form because Ciaran deserves the attention 🖤🖤 (Some of our ideas are extremely similar, it’s hilarious!) (Also, sorry for how long this gets 💀).

Here, have this gif of her VA with the right hair too!!

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🗡️ Ciaran was half-human, half-god. Her mother was of Gwyn’s race and her father was one of the early pygmies. This is why she was so small and aged differently.

🗡️ Ciaran was born mid-dragon war (I share the hc) and grew up in the depths of Anor Londo, back when it was more of a walled fort instead of a peaceful city.

🗡️ She never knew her parents as a child. Her earliest memories were of destruction, war, and the threat of dragon firestorms. 

🗡️ She grew up thieving and roaming the slum streets with other lost children, always trying to survive the miserable days. 

🗡️The people she stayed with were Declan, an older, dark-haired boy that had befriended her, and Aedan, her sickly, younger brother that she fought to protect.

🗡️Aedan was her only family, and her “little fire” of hope that kept her going through hard times.

🗡️Declan was a loyal friend and very street-savvy. He taught Ciaran how to pick locks, use knives, and con merchants.

🗡️Ciaran was Declan’s stealthy scout as well. She was very acrobatic and lithe from a young age, good at scaling buildings and slipping through windows.

🗡️They thieved to save up money. Declan wanted to escape the slums and fight in the war. Ciaran just wanted to ensure Aiden’s survival. Their environment was poor for his health.

🗡️One day these three were offered a chance to escape the city depths by a smuggler who demanded pay from anyone accepting his services.

🗡️Ciaran, Declan, and Aiden went along with a group of other youths with this smuggler, near to the outer walls of the city.

🗡️He betrayed them, and left through the wall with their money. They all panicked and tried to leave. The walls were dangerous because of looming dragon attacks. 

🗡️A dragon did attack, showering the group in flame. Declan and Aiden perished, but Ciaran survived, albeit with horrible burn scars along her arms and neck. She was the only one to make it out because of her smaller size. The larger bodies shielded her.

🗡️A broken and bitter Ciaran swore revenge on the smuggler and planned to hunt him down. She became a killer then.

🗡️After years she could not find him, but her skills as both a mercenary and a thief brought her among the criminal networks.

🗡️She became a hired killer, helping rival gangs take each other down. She also became known as the Hornet after coating her knives in poison. 

🗡️More years passed, and finally her reputation became expansive enough to earn her attention from political figures.

🗡️Certain protesters of the dragon-war around Anor Londo wanted Gwyn dead. One of these found Ciaran and offered to pay her an exquisite sum if she crossed over the walls to find him and drive a blade into his throat.

🗡️She accepted and began her hunt. Her journey over the walls was tumultuous, but soon she found the silver knight barracks where the armies slept. 

🗡️Gwyn was among them. Ciaran meant to kill him in his sleep, and nearly did, but a mysterious figure stopped her.

🗡️A blue-robed assassin in a porcelain mask disarmed her. A Lord’s Blade. 

🗡️Ciaran was captured and was going to be executed, but the Blade that had stopped her put up a protest. 

🗡️The woman explained that Ciaran’s skill and reputation was not something to be taken lightly. Her skills could be useful.

🗡️Gwyn agreed, and demanded that Ciaran be made to become a Lord’s Blade under close supervision. Betrayal would mean instant death. 

🗡️This is where Ciaran’s new arc began

🗡️She was forced into the group, and trained rigorously, initially against her will. 

🗡️Her leader, Keira, was a strict disciplinarian and trained the women assassins to be ruthless warriors, obeying Gwyn’s every order. 

🗡️Ciaran was better than all of her peers and excelled, earning a place at Keira’s side. 

🗡️Along this time she met Ornstein, who encouraged her to feel loyal to Gwyn’s cause, as it would save the people of the slums in Anor Londo if the war ended.

🗡️One day, the barracks were attacked by an especially volatile dragon. Many of the knights were killed and the Lord’s Blades were caught in the middle, wounded and dying.

🗡️Keira was seriously injured, but told Ciaran to help Gwyn, who was outside the camp and in a dangerous position. 

🗡️Ciaran obeyed and managed to save Gwyn’s life, along with another knight that had been with him. 

🗡️She distracted the dragon, risking her own neck to draw him away. This gave Gwyn’s firstborn time to arrive and kill the beast.

🗡️After this Keira died of her wounds, and Ciaran’s act of heroism earned her Gwyn’s undying favor. He knighted her and named her the head of the Lord’s Blades.

🗡️ The knight that had been with Gwyn, Artorias, was first introduced to Ciaran through this event, and was smitten with the beautiful, fearless assassin that had risked everything to save her lord.

🗡️ This knighting by Gwyn changed Ciaran’s life, and afterwards she was given a secret document by Ornstein that revealed the history of Gwyn’s blades.

🗡️ Ciaran learned that the Blades were Gwyn’s faithful, cloaked assassins that worked for him in the shadows and snuffed out his enemies without hesitation, whether those enemies were dragons, traitors, or political rivals.

🗡️ Finally, Ciaran learned that Keira, the former leader, had been her biological mother, and there had been a statement placed in the document from Keira herself explaining that her role as a leader had been compromised.

🗡️ Biases, breaches of emotion, and attachments were forbidden among the Lord’s Blades, but Keira had fought for Ciaran’s life upon realizing the latter was her lost daughter. Keira had believed her entire family had perished, but had been given new hope upon seeing her daughter alive.

🗡️ Ciaran then understood that her mother had saved her life and given her the chance to redeem herself as a knight of Gwyn. She owed Keira everything, and afterwards her ambitions became set in stone. She would be Gwyn’s most deadly and trustworthy knight.

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And that’s when the dragon-war ended, and the political drama began. Anor Londo was rebuilt in the Age of Fire, and Ciaran spent centuries hunting down Gwyn’s enemies with the mindset that nobody was as loyal as she—even the other knights.

She was cold and detached from the other three, usually spouting out the same reminders about how their relationship was only professional, and how if any of them betrayed Gwyn, she would kill them.

But was she really so detached? As a Lord’s Blade, she was notorious for keeping her emotions in check, but the little details, like accidentally calling Ornstein “Aedan” once or twice, or begrudgingly listening to Goughs ramblings were what revealed the subtle nature of her care.

The only one she could not understand was Artorias. At first she strongly disliked him because of his idealistic, overly-positive outlook on everything, and to make things worse, he was the only one that could see through her mask, her facade of nonchalance. This felt like a weakness to Ciaran, and so she did everything she could to push him away.

Yet it was Artorias in the end that Ciaran opened her heart to. Another story though, for another time mayhaps.

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A few small things here:

I agree that she loved flowers and gardens too!

Her favorite food was hot broth with herbs and vegetables in it.

She was a cat person that had learned to tolerate Sif.

Her favorite color was green, like her lost brother’s eyes.

Artorias reminded her of a more innocent Declan, and Ornstein was very much a brother-figure. She often thought of Gough as some kind of docile uncle.

She preferred the rainy grey days of spring to any other time.

She never knew she was half human, and thought of humans as very cynical, dark beings.

Her former reputation in Anor Londo’s slums often came back to haunt her during missions.

Ciaran did not believe in supernatural occurrences or superstitions. She was very cold and rational.

She never divulged her past or her hidden traumas, but it was difficult to hide her reactions to these things at times.

The porcelain mask was Keira’s, but Ciaran altered her own unique headpiece and robe to be more “hornet-like.”

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Ok, I’ll stop for now because I too have jumped right into fanfic territory, but as I said, Ciaran needs more focus, so I’m not ashamed 😔🥂

I want to go into her complicated relationship with Ornstein, her funny dynamic with Gough, and her deep bond with Artorias, but I’ll save that for another post, I think. I really love these four. I think they were a weird, misfit family.

Ornstein the stressed out, very tired lion-captain, Artorias the overly-excited, sunshine wolf-knight, Ciaran the cynical, very serious assassin, and Gough the chill archer-dad of the group.

Of course, this is just my interpretation, but it’s so fun to imagine all the possible dynamics 🥺

Anyway, thank you so much for letting me ramble like an insane person about my girl!! I have an old fanfiction for her outlined and ready to go in my docs that I really would like to work on again someday. That’s where I came up with all this stuff, so I appreciate you letting me talk about it again <3

Cheers!!

#sorry i went way off the rails too 🤣 #i’m doing it for ciaranblr istg #we all gotta talk about her more <33 #lord’s blade ciaran #knight artorias #hawkeye gough #dragonslayer ornstein #four knights of gwyn #asks #mutuals #dark souls

[adhd-mess]

no grave can hold my body down--i'll crawl home to her - a defy the night fanfic

Summary: It's been months since Corrick and Tessa were separated and he was presumed dead. Now the thought to be dead Prince has found his way to Ostriary, back to Tessa. But Corrick is Corrick and knocking on the door is way to easy.

Please do not feed my work to ai!!

link to ao3

Tessa lived in a small house outside of the main sector of Ostriary with Erik. Rian had offered her--and Erik though hesitantly-- a room in the palace; but it felt like a gilded birdcage no better than the palace in Kandala. And she could not stand being around Rian who--despite their plenty of differences-- reminded her of not just Wes, but Corrick.

At least there she had Cory despite how fleeting their moments were.

She let out a shivering breath. But she didn't have him anymore; she didn't have those stolen touches in a room full of people, the accidental brush of fingers, knees knocking together beneath a table, the furtive glances...

She tried to shake those thoughts away and get back to work.

You cannot get back what was lost, she reminded herself. Rian, Gwyn, even Erik had told her some form of that statement over the course of the last few months. But it was never their voices she heard say it in her head it was Corrick's though his was more of a reprimand then theirs were.

Her wrist began to burn and she assumed that snapped her to back reality. Looking down she realized she had been rubbing her wrist so much it was now raw.

She let out a sigh that sounded less like a sigh and more like a sob. After a moment of standing there, holding her abused wrist, welcoming the pain that blanketed the fire that was her grief; she heard a lock click and thought of Erik seeing her wrist.

Not wanting to worry him she got up from her chair and reached for some muslin that lay on her worktable, but not any of the ointment that would heal it. In all honesty the bandaging would make it worse. As she reached for it, out of the corner of her eye she saw the door still locked and she heard footsteps behind her.

Fear crept into her heart; heavy and near debilitating. Her limbs felt numb and all sounds and thoughts hollowed out. She was a sitting duck. This would be her end; a petty thief at best and...

She couldn't think about the worst outcome. Couldn't think about the man who brutalized so many of Rian's crew and killed Corrick and Lochlan.

No. No.

She would not die here. She still had so many things to do--people to help.

With one hand she kept reaching for the muslin while her other hand slipped beneath her trousers and pulled her dagger from it's sheath at her thigh.

Erik had suggested she keep a weapon on her at all times, though hidden, since any attackers would underestimate her because of demeanor and stature.

Once gripped in her hand, she spun around and threw the muslin at where she thought she heard the footsteps and when her eyes adjusted she lunged at the cloaked figure who clearly was not expecting the muslin or the lunge causing both of them to fall.

She landed on top of him, her breathing ragged with fear, but her dagger at the thief's throat.

"Who are you?" Tessa growled and she nearly gasped at the voice that came out of her. She'd never heard herself sound so threatening before.

The thief was silent, seemingly stunned. Then he began to laugh hysterically. His head and upper body raising slightly because of his fit of laughter despite the dagger still at his throat that now drew a line of blood from his movement. Though he seemed blissfully unaware.

"Don't move!" She shoved him back to the ground. "Who are you?" He let out a harsh breath. As he muttered something about giving people time to answer before attacking his hood fell down around his shoulders revealing ocean blue eyes and uncharacteristically messy red hair.

If she wasn't so consumed by fear she would have recognized that laugh and mutter.

"Lord, Tessa--"

"You idiot!" The dagger clattered to the floor beside them, a violent sob like gasp tearing through. She threw her arms around his neck, nestling her head into the place below his chin; he grunted at the impact of her falling on top of him.

"I thought you were dead!" She cried. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist. Holding her as she sobbed and cursed and muttered incoherently. One of his hand moved to cradle her head at some point.

They stayed like that for quite some time until Corrick spoke.

"I see you finally took those fighting lessons I was pestering you about."

"Shut up." She said, peeling herself of his chest so she was staring down at him once again. His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, brushing away her tears. "I don't mean that. Don't shut up. Never shut up again." He smiled that same stupid grin---that always made her heart hammer in her chest-- that usually came before some sort of tease but it didn't.

She didn't allow him to as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. He chuckled against her mouth. The sound like a melody in her ears.

When they finally pulled away from each other, both a little breathless, he added. "I find it hard to not shut up when you kiss me the way you just did." Her cheeks burned. A beat of silence. "I love you."

"I love you too."

His eyes roamed to her hand that was gripping his shirt and then to her wrist, the one he had held so many times--the one she had ripped from his grasp many more times-- and the one that was now rubbed raw.

Concern and anger showed on his face as he puzzled out why--then understanding. Though she could tell a bit of that anger still simmered there. That she would hurt herself and that it was because of him. But it wasn't his fault, wherever he was and why he was gone it was for good reason she was sure.

But she also knows Corrick and his ridiculous tendency to blame himself for things he has no control over--the fever sickness being the first to come to mind.

"Tessa..." Corrick's voice was soft and sad but not reprimanding as she had thought it would have been. His blue eyes were shadowed in the dimly lit room.

"It's...I'm...." She began to say what she would have usually said, reassuring him she was fine and making up an excuse but she wasn't fine. 'I'm not fine' wasn't enough. She didn't have the words to express it to him.

Maybe there are no words that could properly express grief. Because grief is intangible, it is a being that comes in uninvited and never leaves, and makes itself at home.

"You were dead--I thought..."

"I know. You do not have to talk until you are ready."

He said, sitting upright and hooking his arms beneath her shoulders pulling her up with him. Then he led her to the chair she was sitting in before this all happened at her worktable. She sat in it.

He talked as he did this and she listened. Mostly about random things--the first time it snowed in Kandala he was so enamored with the icy flakes that he evaded his personal guard and snuck outside in trousers and a shirt to play in it. Eventually they found him but by that time he had already caught a cold.

"My parents were worried to the say least." He said as he picked up a jar of ointment on her worktable, reading the messy scrawl on a strip of paper glued to the glass.

"What are you--?" Then it hit her. "No, I can do that. Your neck is bleeding."

"Mind your mettle, Tessa." He paused; touching a finger to his neck feeling the warm liquid that was dripping from where the dagger sliced him. "Not the worst thing to happen to me lately." He knelt in front of her and before she could ask him what he meant by that he was speaking again.

"When my parents died." Corrick unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers in the cream. He grimaced at the consistency. "It snowed again not to long after their death." Voice growing quieter, he took her injured wrist in his other hand. His touch gentle as a feather. "One day, I was...out of my mind with grief and the new role I had to take on was...was taking it's toll not to mention the fever sickness." He rubbed the cream on her wrist. "I went outside in the snow. Evading my guards and just in my trousers and shirt like the last time. I went somewhere where no one would think to look and laid down in the snow."

"Our situations may have been different. But I wanted you to know that I understand and you're not alone and that I will never leave you again." Corrick was rarely ever this vulnerable. Her bleary eyes met his.

"Who are you and what have you done with my Corrick?" Tessa joked. A genuine smile growing on her face.

"Your Corrick?" Tessa scoffed at him as he rose to his feet, towering over the chair, hands braced on either side of the chair she sat in. Cheeks burning, she gazed up at him. A dare glinting in his eye.

"Yes. My Corrick."

His head lowered to whisper in her ear. "Well then what have you done with my Tessa?" His warm breath caressed the shell of her ear making her shiver.

"I...I stole your dagger once." She said breathlessly. Her uninjured hand pressed against his chest, balling his shirt in her hand, she hadn't even realized she'd done that.

"Mmm, but you never intended to kill." One of his hands had moved from the armrest to cup her cheek. He nipped at lobe of her ear and she let out a squeal before he pulled away from her ear to face her.

Her gaze lifted from her own hand to his eyes and then dipped to his lips. There she read the question laying upon them.

"Yes."

#defy the night #defend the dawn #destroy the day #prince corrick #tessa cade #corrick x tessa #tessa x corrick #fanfic #book fanfic #my writing

[bitchfitch]

I'm working on a new design for Conrí, a character I've mentioned at most twice, and on one hand i love a man in big clunky armor with a Big ass sword. and really like the contrast of this armor shaped to look fierce and snappy being put on a mostly mellow and really laid back guy and it does make a lot of his confrontations with Gwyn way funnier but on the other I'm not sure it Fits.

Conrí and Gwyn are in a kinda weird spot rn. They went from another failed attempt at a little red x big bad wolf concept, to a king looking to the leader of a warrior band of monsters for help, to a monster hunter who is just Dead set on killing this big fucker and has had no luck doing it.

I guess I could flip the script a bit and let Conrí be the one with a reputation and honor. Maybe he's the knight sent on a quest to kill the sorcerer. Maybe they meet as enemies on opposite sides of a war. Maybe they meet as a general and a thief. Idk. I'm still mulling them over.

#maybe hes the warrior another king gave to Gwyn to shut him up and get rid of them both #also just now realized i have 2 gwyns.

[lifehunted]

TYR // DS1 // CHOSEN UNDEAD he/him. dex build great scythe / gold-hemmed set

Originally just a thief, Tyr was flung into the Northern Asylum and soon clung to the prophecy as his only lifeline. Fearful, cautious, and a bit of a slippery coward, Tyr chooses more often to run than to fight head-on. Firebombs and arrows from a distance are also well within his repertoire.

Despite his faults, he's generally a good-natured sort, and often admires those of kind and warm dispositions. Solaire is someone he quickly grew fond of, and for a time he fell deeply in love with the Fair Lady.

Post- linking the fire, Tyr becomes king of Anor Londo and ruling for a good few centuries. Unfortunately, his likely end is following very much within Gwyn's footsteps of paranoia and ire.

He is the ancestor of Ymir. Eons later, he is resurrected by the flame in place of Soul of Cinder, to serve as her final hurdle to the fire.

#art #tyr #tyr profile #chosen undead #dark souls oc

[duskglowraider]

- Aux

- He/Him | It/Its | They/Them

- Transmasc | Non-binary | Pansexual

- Native American (Osage)

- No written DNI, I judge you myself (Just be a normal person please I’m begging)

- This is a canon x oc/self insert blog. I’m here to be cringe and free

- I like my men pretty and my women able to kill me

F/O, OC, S/I list and more below the cut

- I don’t consider myself truly dating any of my F/Os. I live vicariously through my OCs most of the time. I actually love and support doubles but if it makes you uncomfortable, I have a specific tag for each that you can blacklist if that helps. It’s with the lists below.

- I am 24 and MAY mention NSFW things but it’ll be rare for this account and tagged as .suggestive and only be in txt form.

- All of my OCs are transmasc. Sorry pal I don’t make the rules I just follow them.

- My writing may include violence or darkish themes along those lines. It’ll be tagged appropriately with TW/[trigger here]. Technically you could say wh.ump, I do like the ‘hurt then comfort’ part of it since that’s why I write that sometimes. We like to see bitches heal and get loved here, but also the drama of it.

- I don’t like getting into discourse and will try to keep my blog free of it. Not that I’m ignoring the issues, I just want a space where I can be cringe and free. If I ever say or do something stupid, let me know privately so I can correct it.

- Lastly, I don’t vet everyone I reblog from. I only vet when I intend to follow someone and even then sometimes things get past me. Let me know right away privately if there is an issue from someone I follow/reblog from and I’ll take care of it.

- Other interests include; Horror movies/games, mythology, philosophy, history, how video game AIs work, THYLACINES, VtM, Bloodborne, Dark Souls, Pathologic, Thief, etc.

- I am a CSA survivor and Abuse Survivor. I have ADHD and intense body dysmorphia.

- I like masculine terms used for me such as dude, guy, etc. I also don’t mind. The use of queen with me either. Whatever terms/pronouns will make the joke funnier. If it’s not funny, I get to drink all the soda in your house and sleep in your bed. (/j)

Primary

Typically shipped with an OC but know I live vicariously through them.

Elaine (Dislyte) | .The Moon And The Sea | Levi (OC)

Ahmed (Dislyte) | .Overnight Radio | Kieran (OC)

Ranni (Elden Ring) | .Age of Stars | Iris (OC)

Ji-Woon Hak (Dead by Daylight) | .Show Stopping | Fytch (S/I)

Gerard Keay (The Magnus Archives) | .Midnight Glow | Gwyn O’Cleary (OC)

Artemy Burakh (Pathologic) | .Madmen’s Insight | Phaenon (OC)

Secondary

I love them I just don’t talk about them as much as the others. They also tend not to have a personal tag.

Lucio (Overwatch) | .Lucio

Lifeweaver (Overwatch) | .Lifeweaver

Helen (The Magnus Archives) | .Helen

Dorian Storm (Critical Role) | .Dorian

Timur (Destiny) | .Timur

Hypnos (Hades) | .Hypnos

Shin Mulphur (Destiny) | .Shin

Gwyndolin (Dark Souls) | .Gwyndolin

Ollie (Dislyte) | .Ollie

Cuthbert Beckett (VtM) | .Beckett

Secret

These ones are secret because I’m embarrassed about them or their source. Maybe one day I’ll actually say who they.

.Royalty in blood

.Hacknet

#aux.posts #pinned intro #self shipping