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@brknmnds- Kyra and Daemon modern verse
Kyra sat at the piano, fingers hovering over the keys as her hands shook. She couldn't take her family much more and as she'd walked through the door, not long before sitting down, slamming it behind her, she hadn't thought about Daemon being home. Her uncle was a busy man and her father and sister had told her that he was leaving for Europe.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to play anything. The piano was one of the only things that could calm her, the piano and Daemon. Instead of letting her fingers fall to the ivory keys and start playing, Kyra let her small fists hit the keys with a loud roar of the piano.
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𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. 𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕.
𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮 / 𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮
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the wedding day
Daemon Targaryen x Reader (using she/her pronouns)
18+ READERS ONLY - MATURE CONTENT
from my AO3 account of the same username.
She looks out the window on the country that is soon to be hers. It was small, but she could see the small village that she was raised in. She admired the cows that were feeding in the fields and the small figures living their own lives.
Her husband-to-be, Daemon, did weekly rounds in nearby villages in town and he always eyed her. She was different in his eyes and he needed her. Months later, they were engaged to be married. She went from living in a small shack sized home to having her very own castle. It was different, but she knew what she wanted to achieve as queen.
Daemon was a fighter, a good one at that. He knew exactly where his opponent was going to attack next due to their stance. He was unbeatable at his own game. Even the greatest of fighters couldn’t win.
The winter wind blew the hair out of her face, bringing a cool chill down her spine. She snuggled herself into her robe. Lost in her own mind, she didn’t hear her fiancé shut the door. He smiled, always knowing exactly where she was. He quietly walked up to her and wrapped his hands around her waist and pressed soft kisses on her neck.
He whispered softly in her ear, “What are you thinking about?”
“You. Us. Our big day tomorrow,” she turned her head to meet his lips.
“Good things, I hope.”
“Of course, but ‘night before wedding’ jitters and nervousness.”
Daemon, being the King of Westeros, there was going to be plenty of family and friends there. Her, however, only had a few close family members and friends around the area.
“Aren’t we supposed to not see each other until we are at the alter?”
He takes a deep breath in, “I suppose that’s the tradition, but fuck tradition.”
She giggles as his breath tickles her neck.
“You can sleep here tonight, but you cannot see me in the dress until I’m talking down that aisle.”
“I’ll agree to that.”
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She woke the next morning alone. She was slightly surprised that he listened to her instructions, normally he doesn’t. A light knock at the door startled her as she instructed the person—most likely her maid, Kyra,—it was.
“Good morning, Mrs. Targaryan.”
She loved the sound of that. Wrapping the soft white sheets over her naked body, she walks over to grab a robe, wrapping it around herself. Three other maids walk in with her beautiful wedding dress. It was handmaid by one of the best designers in all of Westeros, and for good reason. She traveled for days to meet with the designer. Once they were finished with the final product, it was shipped it off to the castle. When she first tried it on, tears flooded her eyes as if it was perfect. A nice, flowy dress with a long train.
Kyra finished putting the final touches on her makeup and carefully placed the veil over her head. A beautiful crown was placed on her head, gifted to her by Daemon. She received help from plenty of the castle staff down the narrow flights of stairs and was careful that she did not fall from the heels on the stone steps. Her flowers clutched in one hand while the other hung onto Kyra. When she reached fresh air, many bystanders cheered as she tried to thank each one of them, regardless of the lack of visibility from the veil. By the time they reached the church, she could already tell that it was filled to the brim with eager guests. The doors were closed as the guards waited for their signal to open them. She got into position with her brother walking her down the aisle, as her father tragically passed away in the war. He gave her a supportive smile as he nodded to the guards to open the doors.
In the distance, she watched as people stood from their seats and turn their heads to look at her. Nervousness and a bit of stage fright kicked in. Luckily, they could barely see her in the veil. During her walk, she either looked at Daemon in the distance or at her feet, praying to God that she didn’t trip. When they made to the alter, she heard Daemon in his armor reach for her hand and bring you up a few steps. He used both his hands to turn her to face him. He reached for her veil and flip it over her head. He was careful not to be too forceful as he didn’t want the crown to fall off. He smiled when he saw her face. He let his finger comb through her long hair before quickly pulling it back when the priest cleared his throat.
She kept her eyes on his hands, rubbing her fingers against his silver rings. If she looks up at him, she fears she will start crying. She was very much in love with him and was so grateful that he chose her to be his wife, to bare his children, to be there when he needs someone. She held back the tears as she looked at him. Half of his hair was pulled back so he could avoid it getting all tangled in his face. He was wearing his best suit. To be honest, she wasn’t aware of what the priest was saying as she was so deep in her own head that Daemon had to nudge her and whisper in her ear that it was her turn to speak.
She awkwardly said her part, as did he. For the first time, their hands detach from one another as they exchange rings. She shakes as she tries to put it on his ring finger. She lets out a chuckle and a small apology. His forehead leaned against hers as the audience lightly awwed. They quickly said their ‘I Do's so they could get to the kiss—the official kiss. She was desperate for her first kiss as Queen. She was desperate for her first kiss as a wife—as his wife.
Then it happened their first kiss as husband and wife. He wasted no time pulling her into him and giving her a proper kiss. He didn’t care that all of his family, and hers, were around. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she felt so at home with him. His hands tighten his grip around her hips, then snake his arms around her waist to latch on to her ass. She pulled him away as she knew things would get too sexual, especially in a place of God. She pushed his lips off of her and whispered, “Later.”
She sat silently as she watched her husband talk, laugh, and drink with his family and friends. She smiled, looking at how happy he was.
“So, what are your first orders going to be as queen,” her sister, Ophelia, asked.
She shrugged, “I’m not sure, I guess it has to go through the king first.”
All she really wanted was there to be no war in the country of Westeros. However, that was very unlikely. She did care about the local towns and wished that everyone could live happy and healthy.
Daemon looks over at her and hints at her to join him. Now out of her wedding dress and into a more comfortable one where she can move around a bit more. She walked over to him and sat on his lap. He lifted his head up to kiss her. She sat silently while his hand massaged her ass. Her hands lightly play with his blonde hair, wondering when all of these people would leave. She did want her husband alone on their wedding night.
Hours later, she grew exhausted. Family and friends we’re still drinking away. It was time she went to bed, with or without her husband.
“I'm getting rather tired, my darling, I’m going to head up to bed. Please join me?”
“In a while, my queen,” he kissed her hands as he watched her walk away.
She undressed and put on her long red robe. She sat at the vanity in the corner and brushed through her hair. Staring at herself in the mirror, she hoped that her husband would soon join her.
As she was wiping off her makeup, she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. It quietly opened to see her husband standing in the doorway. She smiled at him through the mirror. He walked over to her. When he was standing right behind her, he pushed her hair to the side so he could see her neck. Her soft skin just begging to be kissed, licked, and sucked. He could see her cleavage as her robe was tied loosely around her stomach. He felt him grow harder and harder as she imagined her on him.
“Did our guests leave?” she asked, putting down the hairbrush on the vanity.
“I forced them out right after you walked away. I knew you wanted alone time with your new husband.”
She chuckled, “You know me so well.”
She closed her eyes and embraced his touch. He slipped his hand down the front of her robe to feel her breast. She leaned her head against him as she was preparing for sex. She felt his lips on the top of her head. When the time was right, she stood up and pushed him over to the bed. When the back of his legs touched the mattress, she pushed him down onto the bed. He watched her undo the knot of her robe and slowly expose her body to him. She let the robe fall to her feet, biting her lip as insecurity set in. Her instinct was to hide from him, but she has been told over and over again not to hide from him. The only sound in the room is the cracking of the wood burning in the fire in the fireplace. She crawls up his body, throwing each article of clothing onto the floor. He moves himself back onto the soft pillows. His hands attach to her hips as she grinds on his growing length. She took his cock and slowly sank down on him. The two of them let out long moans in unison. She put her hands on his chest to steady herself. He leaned up to wrap his arms around her waist and to reach a new point inside her. She leaned her head backward and let out moans and swear words. He wasted no time in kissing and sucking spots on her neck.
She felt her climax reaching at a fast pace. He flipped her over and began thrusting in and out until he felt his own orgasm upon him. He licked into her mouth, pressing wet kisses to her lips. When they detached, a line of spit was the only thing connecting their lips. She reached down to her clit to help her reach her high. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear as they both climaxed. Daemon collapsed on top of her. She drew a variety of shapes on his back ever so lightly with her fingers. He rolled over to one side and walked over for his servants to dress him for bed. She stayed in the position she was in in hopes of getting pregnant as soon as possible.
She desperately wanted to start a family as fast as she could, as did he. It was her duty as a wife to bear future kings and queens. She desperately wanted to raise a child and watch them grow up. Once she felt it was long enough, she reached for her robe and wrapped it around her body. Instead, she found him in a bath. He looked up at her with his eyes filled with lust.
“You going to stand there and sulk or are you going to join me?” he asked, reaching a hand out. Again, she ditched her robe and held onto his hand, and kneeled in between his legs underneath the warm water. He lifted his hands out of the water and got her shoulders and chest wet. He reached over to grab a hair tie and put her hair up so it wouldn’t get wet. Her hands massage his upper body starting from his arms to his shoulders then his chest.
“Tell me, my love, what bothers you?”
She shook her head, “Nothing bothers me,” she twisted the end of his luscious blonde locks.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I just… don’t know what to do now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Am I officially Queen now?”
He chuckles, “Well, no. We need to have an official ceremony and then you will be queen. No duties yet, my love. We celebrate tonight, work tomorrow.”
She smiled, leaning down to rest her head on his shoulders. She moves her legs so his cock was resting on her thigh. He continued to tell tales of her new family for the rest of the night.
#daemon targaryen#matt smith#daemon targaryen x reader#my writings#house of the dragon#game of thrones
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@abeautifulmencgerie liked for a starter with D.aemon for Kyra
Daemon sat in front of a fire. His dinner had been taken away. He'd been staring into the flames pondering the next steps when he heard the door open. A tilt of his head as Kyra walked into the room. "How can I help you?"
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Starters to do:
Putting this here cause my mind is swamped with what I owe.
Sinday starters
@all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone Aegon/Helaena
@purityran Billy/Mari/Stu, Colette/Mari/Remus
@deadlypinks Stu/Hestia, Sam/Tate
Normal Starters
@abeautifulmencgerie Daemon/Nettles and Kyra/Daemon Modern
@purityran Polaris/Mari
@royaltyearned Tate/Cassie
If you are not on the list and I owe you a starter please tell me.
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Send Kink Shame, plus a kink and my muse will tell you if they're into it or not.
Orgasm denial giving for steve with Kara
For @abeautifulmencgerie orgasm denial giving daemon and kyra. (I'm lazy and don't want to change blogs)
Very much into from both.
But also consider
Orgasm denial before overstimulation.
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10 most recent first lines in order from first to last
Thank you @st-clements-steps for the tag! 🥰 Also fu tumblr for withholding my notifications 🤨
10. “If I were you, I’d go with Jon.”
From What's in the name of a King?, a short ficlet about names and identity
9. He hasn’t climbed those stairs in years, and yet Theon remembers every single step.
From The Staircase, which isn't a true crime Netflix docu, but a fic set in Winterfell before the Long Night
8. The footsteps sound loud on the path leading to the edge of the gardens. Of course. Of course.
From The Call of the Dragon, my foray into HotD and Daemon/ECP*
7. Let them come to you. They will. They always do.
From What it is like, a continuation of The Call of the Dragon
6. “Kyra really doesn’t like you, huh?”
From Another Christmas (without Dickens, thank fuck), a little sequel to Another Christmas Carol, on hiatus until a more christmassy season
5. Theon’s gaze follows the Kraken’s arms, the edges of the carving weathered and fractured.
From The Greyjoy of Pyke, my asoiaf canon only fic for Greysnow Week
4. The sea is rough as the wind in my hair
From To the Sea, a ballad (sort of) for Greysnow Week
3. The air gets colder each day, so cold it almost feels hot on his face.
From Time in a bottle, my got canon only fic for Greysnow Week
2. The Ghost flower is native only to the North of Westeros, growing in dark, hidden spots beneath tree roots and rocks.
From Snowbells, part one of a two-part sex pollen AU, also for Greysnow week
1. His hands are welded to the reins, his fingers stiff and sore.
From Chapter 7 of One by One the Walls Give Way (but do not hide your face), aka 1x1, aka the corset AU
Tagging @callmejude, @florentium, @ferrame, @sappsorrow, @megaunhappybunny, @attaining-fic, @samshinechester and whoever feels like doing this!
*EPC = my affectionate nickname for Aemond, aka Eyepatch Cunt.
#tag game#first lines#srsly i love these games#now excuse me please#i need to go reread my own fics#mostly#greysnow#but also a bit of#daemond
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picrew tag game but u make ur ocs and u have to tell us something about them edition
1. valeria atharrais - a fae! she has reactionary replication and healing magic. she is kind, clever, and holds a quiet confidence in herself. she has a little red panda familiar named truffle who has fire abilities!! her book is called ill-fated. (my second project)
2. kyra sangal - a human with blood magic. she was born and raised an assassin. ISTJ-A personality. she is introverted to the point where she doesn’t understand or use a lot of social skills. bloody history. her book (as of rn) is called dragon carved from blood. (my current, but third, project)
2. kyra sangal - a human with blood magic. she was born and raised an assassin. ISTJ-A personality. she is introverted to the point where she doesn’t understand or use a lot of social skills. bloody history. her book (as of rn) is called dragon carved from blood. (my current, but third, project)
3. lalayna tenebris - hidden identity of fae. my girl is brave, loyal, smart, outgoing, and selfless to a fault. she has daemon blood, too, which gives her empathetic powers, and, with the fae blood, she has dark/shadow/black flame abilities. no one else has these powers since her family’s death. she ran from home when she was eight and ended up finding namya, who grew up beside her in house purus. her book is called apathy (my first project. my baby.♥️)
tagging (no pressure♥️) - @lightasthesun @onceandfutureheartache @eddiediaaz @agentmmayy @evolving-dreamer @tkstrrand @voiddrop @weirdfishy @end-with-a-spaceship @witching-by-the-willow @sourdough-morbread and anyone else who wants to join!!
#ashley rambles#tag game#is this an excuse to talk about my ocs? maybe.#picrew tag#yall get ready for me to ask so many questions about ur ocs
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Kyr went to withdraw her sword as Otto rose in anger, provoked by Daemon's comment about his deceased wife. "Back off, my Lord." she warned, stepping closer to Daemon, ready to jump at his word.
Otto Hightower glanced at Daemon then back to Kyr, barely hearing Viserys attempting to calm him, "Perhaps you're right, Daemon. If you're offering a woman then I should take your guard to wed. Lord Tully has been missing his daughter as of late." he hissed with a smirk as the Lords and the King turned to look at Kyra.
Lord Beesbury was the first to see what Lord Hightower was talking about. "Lady Kyra! Lord Tully will be overjoyed that you have been found! He's been so worried about you!" he cried
"What's a highborn lady doing as a guard to the Prince? Your father thought you dead!" another spoke.
Kyra gripped the back of Daemon's chair. Nothing could be done now. She looked at Daemon and slowly backed away from everyone, but there was no escaping this. Her life was ruined. Her father would sell her hand to Hightower just as reward for returning her…
@sah1x1s
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DO NOT FEEL ALONE (Closed) @akasupergirl
He thought she did not deserve it. He thought this was petty revenge on the part of his brother. It was a joke. Viserys simply wanted to teach him a lesson. Because Daemon ran his mouth too much. Daemon made things into jest too much. This was his comeuppance. The throne he so greatly coveted was dangling before him, at risk of being snatched away. And he thought all this brought Viserys some form of catharsis after having buried his love and their stillborn babe. But days passed and the change in succession was not renounced. Daemon would not hold out expecting hands. The throne be damned. He did not need it. The wonder of his age. He would be known for far more than the king.
He had been summoned to swear fealty to Rhaenyra. There he stood in the throne room. Leaning against a pillar off to the side. Simply observing the long line of lords and ladies, all waiting their turn to kneel before the princess. It irked him but he did not show it. He looked as he always did: halfway between perturbed and scheming. His turn would come. Viserys would find him before the day was over. He took his leave, making a boisterous exit of the great hall.
He ignored anyone who greeted him, not in the mood for company. A cloud of malice hung over the mad prince. It seemed it would not lift....until he saw her.
So, Viserys had summed her too. Her...
“Kyra....” He called to her, stopping some ways down the corridor. One hand poised on the hilt of Dark Sister, he held the other out toward her. “Rȳ mōrī. Gaoman daor feel mērī. At last. I do not feel alone.”
#❂🗡 -- ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜs ᴋɪɴɢs ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴs ᴅɪᴅ… 〘ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ〙#ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʀᴜɴs ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ… 〘ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ〙
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daemon au snippet(s) 8
milligan’s daemon returns.
“Oh,” says Nicholas, sounding small and hushed and awed, and the hawk—Kyra, her name is Kyra—easily nuzzles against him, like it’s natural.
And it—it feels right, Milligan thinks distantly, warm and like—like it’s touching something at his core, and—had it felt like this every time for Nicholas? Every time, all the time?
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Nicholas, too, with—with Milligan’s daemon, right there, leaning into his touch—can barely comprehend it.
Had this been how Milligan felt, being—being trusted like this? Feeling his—his soul?
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“Thank you for taking care of him,” Kyra whispers, and Nicholas gives a sort of tearful laugh.
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Kyra has a wing tucked over Violet—who’s currently a little rabbit, which looks very ironic and adorable curled by a hawk—and they’re dozing, pressed close together.
Nicholas feels dizzyingly warm, and so—so good and safe that he has to sit down. The air feels like liquid, or warm honey, and he just wants to fall asleep, lulled by this peaceful, content, warm feeling into a slumber without nightmares.
Ideally in Milligan’s arms. Nicholas can’t imagine anything more comfortable.
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It’s nothing like Vermillion, in a multitude of ways. Most of all, though, it’s how Kyra wraps a wing around her and nearly envelops her, warm and safe and careful, protective rather than possessive.
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Violet and Kyra were nearly inseparable—Kyra wasn’t very chatty, generally, but Violet seemed to bring it out in her. Violet would sit there nestled under her wing and listen to her talk about trains or chemicals or stars, eyes wide and attentive.
#daemon au#nicholas/milligan#my writing#snippet#mysteriousfisherman#mbs disney#the mysterious benedict society#nicholas benedict#milligan wetherall#milligan#mr benedict
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@abeautifulmencgerie asked daemon targaryen:
❛ I did not ask for this. ❜
None of them had wished for any of this. Certainly not Kyra. He knew that to be sure. Kyra had always wanted what her father wanted. For their family to love one another. It was a sweet dream, but not something that could be achieved unfortunately. Daemon knew this, and had prepared for the fallout that was bound to happen when his brother died. He didn't know what it would be specifically, but he knew something would be happening.
"None of us did." He stated with a huff trailing behind. That whore of a Queen and her scheming father waited for us to be gone to swoop right in. I should have stayed behind while you all returned home."
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A song of fire and air
closed starter for @akasupergirl - house of the dragon starter
Natasha watched varily from the daias as King Viserys held court. She wore a light blue dress,adorbed with silver stitchings of a bird flying past a crescent moon, befitting her station and soft, fitting leather pants hidden beneath.
There were two blades hidden inside her sleeves and s short dagger in the folds of her dress.
She missed the Vale. It’s mountains, the early morning view one would get when climbing onto the highest part of eastern tower, though she hadn’t been in the eerie for a long time. Runstone had been her home. Her Grandmother a descendent of this noble house.
Natasha had served as ward and cupbearer of Lady Raela of Runestone the estranged wife of Daemon Targaryen. Her lady had been kind, fond of Hawking and riding and with no children of her own happy to pass these traits on to the lively, redheaded child that found itself in her care. It didn’t take long to discover her talent for swordplay and Lady Raela endulged and challenged the young girls talents, so Natasha grew up to be a gifted rider, quick with throwing knives and daggers.
Runestone did not remain empty for long however as another girl joined Lady Raela and her ward. Her niece by marriage Kyra Targaryen and the girls became fast friends.
Finally, the court was released and Natasha made sure to shrink back into the shadows only to appear right next to her lady, keeping a few steps behind. “I was afraid to fall asleep on my feet today, Princess.” She quipped, keeping pace. “I hope you fared a little better.” Politics bored her, but she was Lady Kyra’s sworn shield and took her duty to protect and accompany her serious.
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send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive (kyra and Daemon like alicent, Kaera love Sansa, penny and Allyster)
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“I am jealous of everybody who is with you when I’m not.” (for Daemon from Kyra)
Daemon gave his niece a very self assured smile, “Is that so? I didnt realize you felt so strongly about me.” He said with a knowing tone in his voice. “So if I have slighted my lady, how ever shall we correct this so my lady doesnt feel slighted?” He asked now playing up the melodramatic drama, though as much as he was playfully mocking he was asking the question seriously.
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38 & 39
Thank you for the ask, and for the chance to take a look at my own writing habits. It’s fun to reminisce on old work, and think about whether I could salvage any of it – though I did get a bit carried away with my replies so this is a little long.
38: What’s the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?
I’ve been coming up with story ideas for around 20 years, so there have been plenty of weird ones from childhood to now. The title of Weirdest might be a little tough to assign, given the huge archive of abandoned/shelved concepts. A few childhood highlights include the story where an ugly old coat turned a young girl into a fairy and gave her the power to turn a rampaging T-Rex into a talking cat, the story that explained how brussel sprouts taste bad because brussel sprout fields are where baby dragons get sent to time-out when they’ve misbehaved, the story of 3 sisters who found out they’re part-angel and had to… go to Egypt about it for some reason, and the Pokémon fanfic where Ash and Misty turned into Arcanines and decided they liked that better than being trainers.
One of my weirder teen-era stories was a novel titled “Rebirth” that I tried to write, where a group of people were individually deceived by an apocalyptic cult that wanted insurance against the end of humanity. These unwitting victims were turned into artificially impregnated incubators for the generation that would restore the human population on Earth and then cryogenically frozen so that by the time they woke up, the apocalypse really had taken place and the new world was inhabited by dragons who practically worshipped the extinct human race. The main character was given her old journals and the journals of her family members to read, and the story switched between her journey to wake up all the other frozen “saviors of humanity” and the story of how her fiance and younger sisters lived on withouth her after she’d been frozen herself. It had an interesting cast, a cute romance, and one of the first trans characters I’d ever written before realizing I’m trans myself. It also had a lot of issues, since I was a teenager and all. I probably won’t revive it due to those issues and the fact that I have no idea how to write one pregnant character – let alone an entire group – and I think the concept is just a little too weird to make into a proper plot. I do still think about all of these old story ideas, though, along with the less weird ones.
39: What is the weirdest character concept you’ve ever had?
While anyone from the above stories would count, I think my weirdest character concepts were actually in a shelved/abandoned novel called “Defective Heroes” that took place in a world where everyone had familiars that represented a part of their soul. They were basically the daemons from “His Dark Materials,” but with a few differences I don’t remember particularly well. Each of the main characters, who were sort of like a D&D party, had specific issues with their familiars that made them “defective” in some way. Kyra (not to be confused with Kaira, a member of the Sonder System) had multiple familiars, implying that her soul was fractured in some way. Ethan had a sealed familiar who had gone berserk when he was a child, making him wary to ever use magic. Gwynn (if I’m remembering her name right) had no familiar at all, implying her soul had no connection to the god of their world. Shayn had a familiar that he couldn’t summon on command, who only ever appeared when he was being dishonest and only stayed long enough to freeze him where he stood. The weirdest, though, was Red. He had a humanoid familiar, a woman with pointed ears and feathered wings, who he could not un-summon no matter how hard he tried. Red was shy, polite, and largely uninterested in sexual activities of any kind (now that I know more about aspec identities, I’d probably say he’s demi like me or maybe alloace). His familiar was extroverted, flirtatious, and would go seduce a girl every night if he didn’t bribe her or restrain her in some way. Everything she did made him wonder if he didn’t really know his own desires at all, and it horrified him to think that deep down, he was some kind of philanderer just like her. I’m not sure I’ll make her the same kind of character if I ever try to rewrite this old story, but I’ll definitely always think of Red and Shayn as some of my weirder character concepts.
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#writing#writer's ask game#sonder replies#on-noon#sonder stories#these are#such old concepts#sometimes I wonder if I could cannibalize them for new WIPs#or rework them to fit the way I write now#match the progress I've made as a writer#also#fun fact#one of the dragons from Rebirth#a main dragon who accompanied the MC#was named Harold#my creative writing class hated that#had me rename him Hunter#which#fair enough#also Kyra was probably one of my first ever plural OCs#weird to think about now#since I was deep in denial about plurality at the time
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