#shae writes fanfic

[foxybananaaaz]

I know I'ma regret this. #9 for the angst prompt!

● Golden Thread ●

《 “Of all the times to tell me, why now?” 》

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Summary :: A conversation between Feyre and Elain doesn't go as planned.

Pairing :: SQUINT Elucien

Word Count :: 1k

Authors Note :: It's been so long since you requested! BUT I have been trying to figure out the right way to write this. I'm sorry you waited forever! But here we go!

“You aren’t who he would have chosen as a mate.”

Before the words had even fully sunk in, Elain had turned her head to her younger sister, only to see shock, mixed with frustration on her face. It wasn’t until the words, and their meaning, settled into her mind, that she fought, and failed, the urge to flinch back.

“That didn’t come out the way I meant for it to.” Feyre spoke up again, fully aware of how her original statement affected Elain, even though she wished it wouldn’t have.

Elain, proving to be more stubborn than either her sisters remembered, especially surrounding this topic, simply turned her head, and looked away. She hoped to give the impression that she did not care, nor did she wish to discuss him.

He was visiting, of course. Elains sisters only ever brought up the subject whenever he was around, but not near.

“He thought he had a mate, but the bond never snapped into place.” Feyre spoke, as though Elains dismissal of the topic had not happened.

Closing her eyes, she fought against the surge of jealousy that reared its ugly head. It was not hers, it did not belong to her. The emotion came from that thin golden thread that came from the deepest part of her being, and connected her to the red haired male. The emotion, though she knew what it was, and why it was there, was foreign.

“They loved each other so deeply, they genuinely believed they were mates.” Elains younger sister continued. She continued, ignoring, or just not knowing, the jealousy growing.

Elain hated it. She had no right to react this way. She did not wish to react this way. Yet here she was, jealous enough anyone who did not know the situation, might think that she had not ignored that thread.

“Clearly, they are not.” Elain clipped back. Her words, sharper, her tone, harder than she had planned. She hadn’t intended to respond at all, yet she could not help it.

“No. They aren’t.” Feyre responded, seeming to finally get a sense of where Elains mind was at. “It didn’t stop him from believing she was, even in the centuries after her death.”

Elain, as much as she loved to believe she was great at controlling her reactions, when it came to the golden thread, or him, she had a hard time keeping any reaction to herself, especially when she could not control it.

There was a small flicker of relief at learning this unknown female that he loved so much, had wanted to be his, had wanted the golden thread to tie him too instead, had no longer been alive. She couldn’t help it. She desperately hoped her face remained neutral. What kind of person had any sort of glee learning someone had died, no matter how long ago?

But there was one thing Elain could not figure out. This was not her sister's story to tell. She knew why her sister was telling her. Elain wouldn’t speak to him. But it still wasn’t Feyre’s story to tell.

Beyond that though, Elain was curious.

“Of all the times to tell me, why now?” Though she asked, she refused to look at her sister. Asking the question may have been too much, letting her sister think she was giving too much interest in him. Turning her gaze to her sister wouldn’t help Elain.

“I thought you should know, you aren’t the only one who found yourself in this bond, having had hope for a past love.” Feyre responded.

It was the first time anyone had mentioned, even though indirectly, Greyson, at all since the war. What he had done, had said to her.

He was the reason Elain had started ignoring the heartbeat she could still hear. Greysons cruel words, and the harsh way he spoke to her was the reason Elain would not look within herself, knowing she would only see the golden thread. The way Greyson had broken her heart was the reason Elain refused to look at the male with the red hair.

Refusing to listen to her sister any longer, Elain stood, and walked out of the room, without another word.

She was tired of everyone expecting her to do something about her situation. She couldn’t even try to distract herself, like Nesta could, without this situation ruining it.

Maybe she hadn’t done anything because maybe she may want to be happy like her sisters one day. But that day kept getting pushed further, the more her sisters brought up the topic like she should take pity on him.

Elain hadn’t realised where she was walking, hadn’t caught the flash of red through the window, hadn’t heard his laugh as she turned the corner. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.

Yet, when Elain had entered the town house, thinking she might be free of the entirety of him, she ended up face to face with him, barely registering his human friends.

He still had the laughter in his eyes, though it was quickly dying, as he realized that it was Elain who stood in front of him.

Elain couldn’t help the longing, the pain, the sadness upon seeing how quickly his laughter and joy died. She did that to him. And this was the worst part of this bond. The guilt, seeing his expression fall, anytime he saw her.

Though, now, her mind had something new to supply, seeing the fallen joy. Even though her sister hadn’t meant it in a way to be painful, her words came back, which added more uncontrolled, and unwanted pain in Elains chest.

‘You aren’t who he would have chosen as a mate.’

Without saying a word, Elain turned on her heel, and walked back out the front door, completely forgetting why she had come to the town house to begin with.

The only thing on her mind was how Lucien Vanserra’s face always fell, whenever she came into the room, and how it was probably because she wasn’t who he wanted.

THIS, is the first thing I've written in a while! It's short, sorry. But also, tried to keep that angst. Hope I did well?

#you wanted angst? #heres angst #NEW FIC #ficlet? #elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #acotar #elucien fanfiction #a court of silver flames #shae writes fanfic

[azuremosquito]

Something to Drink

It's been a while since anything inspired me to write, but have a Baldur's Gate ficlet. My OC Shae, whom some of you may remember from my DA:I fics, has made a return. Hope you enjoy!

The air was chill and clammy inside the ancient mausoleum, the fetid stench of dust and decay filling the nostrils as their little party came to a weary halt in front of a sealed tomb. Oddly, it was the only tomb that appeared not to have been disturbed in any way, and commanded a position of honor in the very center of the Thorm family crypt. It was also the most recent, as far as they could tell, and Shadowheart squinted as she bent to wipe aside the dirt and grime to read the epitaph.

Before she could speak, however, a bored, faintly whining voice cut through the oppressive silence. “Bodies everywhere and not a drop to drink,” Astarion complained, gazing around the desecration with a look of annoyance. 

Shae couldn’t help himself. In spite of their solemn surroundings, he snickered. 

“Is that really all you can think of at a time like this?” Shadowheart demanded, clearly irritated with their companion. 

“I don’t know,” Karlach interrupted with a grin. “I could go for a drink right now. Might liven this place up a bit. Though,” she added with a glance at Astarion, “I don’t fancy what you’d be drinking.”

In the depths of his hood, Astarion’s red eyes crinkled above his mask. “More for me, then,” he quipped back. 

“All right, let’s take a break,” Shae spoke up before they could start bickering. He could see Shadowheart bristling and he held up one hand to forestall her complaints. “We’re all exhausted and this place is weighing heavily on all of us. There are traps everywhere. I don’t want one of us to lose a hand or worse because we were too tired to spot it in time.” 

The cleric deflated unhappily, but she didn’t argue, shooting a sullen glance further into the mausoleum. She clearly itched to delve deeper- the secrets of her Lady Shar were so close- but at last she turned away and nodded. “Just a short one, then,” she announced, chin lifted as she marched past the others back toward the foyer.

Shae caught Astarion looking at him, one pale eyebrow lifted in a hopeful arch and the elven sorcerer gave a subtle nod. “Astarion and I are going to scout around,” he said, ignoring Karlach’s knowing grin. “We’ll be back shortly.” 

The tiefling snorted, hefting her massive, two-handed ax over one shoulder and tossed Shae a casual, two-fingered salute. “Have fun, soldier.” She winked and sauntered off after Shadowheart, leaving the two elves alone.

Shae felt a presence at his back and a voice dripping with honey murmured in his ear. “Did you arrange this little break just for me?” Astarion looped an arm around the sorcerer’s waist and pulled Shae back against his chest.

“You know I did,” Shae retorted with a grin, turning his head to gaze into crimson eyes. He could get lost in those eyes and all the secrets they held but he shivered as Astarion’s free hand rose and brushed Shae’s dark hair away from neck, the leather gloves brushing tantalizingly across his sensitive skin. He could feel his own pulse quickening and knew Astarion could feel it, too, the vampire’s pupils blowing wide with lust. 

Filled with an aching need, Shae reached up to pull Astarion’s mask down but the elf was suddenly coy, drawing away and turning his face. “I thought you didn’t like me anymore, with that big, bull of a druid always hanging around camp these days,” he said, petulance coloring his tone. 

Shae snorted with laughter and tried to draw Astarion back into his arms. “What? Are you jealous?”

“Of course I am!” Astarion pouted, though he allowed Shae to pull him close again and lower his mask. “I’ve seen the way you look at him.” The pale elf’s bottom lip protruded slightly, and his eyes wavered, watching Shae with a thinly concealed fear. 

Shae’s laughter faded as he realized his lover was truly afraid and he reached up to caress the other man’s cool skin, stroking his cheek with a calloused thumb. “Of course I still like you.” There was another L word hovering around his lips that he daren’t give voice to just yet, but it hung heavily in the air just the same. “Just because I wouldn’t mind climbing that big ox like a tree, doesn’t change how I feel about you.” 

Scarlet eyes searched emerald for a long moment before a faint smirk curved up the corner of Astarion’s lips. “He is rather delectable, isn’t he?” The vampire gave an enticing little shimmy with his shoulders and draped his arms around Shae’s waist again. “Who knows,” his voice lowered to a sultry purr, “perhaps we can ask him to join us some time…” He nuzzled close and Shae stretched up to steal a long kiss, sensing the relief behind Astarion’s playful quip. 

Drawing back slightly, enclosed in the privacy of Astarion’s hood, Shae whispered, “Let’s get you that drink.”

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #astarion #oc: shae keldrys #fanfic #m/m romance #mosquito writes #ficlet #shadowheart #karlach #bg3 #cute fic

[attic-club-sandwich]

Tying you to Me

Pact Mark Series Masterlist

Summary: This series follows the events of MC!Shae making pacts with the 7 brothers throughout the game.

CW: Female MC (self insert), nsfw themes. Each story will have it's own content warning.

Part 1: Mammon (NSFW, 18+ only)

Part 2: Leviathan

Part 3: Beelzebub

Part 4: Asmodeus

Part 5: Satan

Part 6: Belphegor

Part 7: Lucifer

Works Masterlist

#my writing #cass writes #pact mark series #tying you to me #obey me #obey me writing #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me! shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me fic #mc!shae #meet shae #masterlist

[ofaclassicalmind]

‘Symbiosis’: Chapter Twenty-Four

“Did you enjoy yourself today?” he asked.

Though she was concentrating on the buttons, she nodded.

“I always enjoy time with my family,” she answered. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

He didn’t respond right away, so she peeked at him when she got to the chest buttons, and he wore the same unsettling, reverent countenance he always did when she’d say something kind.

“Am I family…?” he whispered.

 Oh.

She finished the top button and smoothed out the aged, emerald fabric, leaving her hands on his chest.

“The kids seem to think so.”

“And what about you?”

Her eyes flitted to his, offended that he’d think she felt differently.

“Of course I—”

She hardly had time to recognize how the shirt brought out the glorious green of his eyes before his mouth crashed onto hers, his weight forcing her back as her arms wound around him, welcoming his fervor.

--

Will be posting this evening, only on AO3. If you need to reread first, here you go. XOXO

#jaime x brienne #brienne x jaime #braime #game of thrones #tywin lannister #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #selwyn tarth #starklings #recovery #alcoholism #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #tyrion x shae #fanfic #writing #ao3feed

[the-clockwork-three]

An tEarrach Thoir

The Eastern Spring.

Shae takes a day off to partake in a little ritual.

Inspired by An tEarrach Thiar (The Western Spring) by Máirtín Ó Direáin. Full poem and English translation below the fic

Part of the Shae Weekend 2022 event

Sun filtered in through the windows of Shae Féarglas’ outpost. Tea brack sat on a cooling rack, steam still rising from the loaf. Balls of yarn sat in a basket beside the spinning wheel. The outpost was silent except for the steady scratch of metal on soil outside. 

Shae leaned against their spade, breathing heavily. They had harvested their peas the day before, and they needed to remove the plants before they began to rot. Living in an eternal spring had its advantages, a constant supply of food and safety from the freezing cold, for example. However it meant you could never take a break. There was no winter to let the fields fallow, no season where you did not have to weed. 

“Good ‘nough,” they muttered as they dumped the last plant onto the compost heap. 

Shae returned inside, shedding their boots at the door. They approached the cooling rack, and carefully poked the brack. Satisfied that it had cooled enough, they wrapped the loaf in a handkerchief and slipped it into their pack. They reached into the cupboards to draw out some cutlery. Two plates, two knives, two forks, two cups for the summer wine that was already sitting in the bag. They double checked everything before slipping on their cloak and shouldering their pack. 

"A Chara," they called out, "Come on, we need to go."

Their beloved horse made her way to the gate of the paddock. Cara tossed her dappled head, looking for pets. They obliged as they led her to the stable to saddle her. 

Soon after, they were off. They both knew the roads of western Fálias like the back of their hands. They had spent many a long night searching after their watch ended. Passing a nearby village, a woman popped her head out of her cottage when she heard the horse approach. Her face broke into a smile when she recognized Shae, and she stepped out of her house.

“Danu duit, a Mháire” Shae muttered as they came to a halt beside her. 

“Shae, I was just looking for you,” she leaned close to Cara so she could whisper to them, “I heard somewhere it's a certain somebody’s birthday. I know that you spend a lot of time by yourself, so I wondered -”

“You’re very kind,” Shae cut across her, “But I have plans. I want to be at the coast in a few hours. I… have a friend there.”

Their heart hurt from lying to her, but she nodded in reply. She stroked Cara’s nose before brightening. She ran into her house and started rummaging around.

“Cá bhfuil…” she trailed off as she searched around by her door, “Ah, there they are.”

She hurried back over, some fresh raspberries in her hands. 

“Have these. It’s the least I can do.”

Shae accepted the fruit gratefully. It was always good to have snacks for the road. They talked for a little longer, but Shae was acutely aware they were short on time. Quickly they said their goodbyes and rode off. 

“Take care, both of ye,” Máire called after them.

Two hours later, they knew they had arrived when they were suddenly hit with the scent of rotting seaweed. A truly unpleasant smell that signified some of their best childhood memories. Fálias had some wonderful beaches stretching up and down her coastline, and this was one of them. It did not look like much, just a small bay covered in round white rocks and a pier. However massive shoals of fish lived nearby, and that was what drew them to this beach in particular.

A man walked past, his creel full of seaweed to be sold at the market. He gave Shae an odd look but they were used to it. The locals could be insular, like many small communities are. All they could do was nod in reply, as nothing could ease his suspicion. 

Then they heard it.

That first splash of an oar in the sea. The sighs of men tired from a long day working under that golden sky. The currachs were back.

Shae slipped off Cara’s back and ran down the beach to get the best view. They could not miss the entire reason they had ridden out to the coast. They raced past women knee-deep in tide pools, foraging for their dinners. They barely looked up from their work. They knew Shae well, as they visited every year. 

Shae sighed as they plopped themself on the edge of the rickety pier. They had not missed the best part of their tradition, as the show had barely begun. Fishermen made their way to shore, their little boats filled to the gunnels with their catch. Shae unwrapped the brack, and cut two thick slices. They set two places before them, and placed a slice of cake on each plate. Like they had done every year since the rebellion. One for them. One for her. 

They closed their eyes and imagined that day so many years before. When Shae and the princess had run away from the capitol for the evening. They had sat on this pier, had eaten tea brack while watching the world go ‘round. 

"Happy birthday Shae," she had smiled, raising her slice of brack against the setting sun.

"Here's to many more," they always replied.

They opened their eyes, and watched what they had come here to see. The golden water was dotted with boats, gliding effortlessly across the waves. They ate in silence as they listened to families being reunited under the eternal dawn. After an hour they were alone on the beach, with only Cara and the lapping waves for company. They stood up, and brushed the crumbs of their birthday cake from their cloak. 

“I’ll see you next year,” they told the dock.

Every time they hoped for a miraculous answer. They could imagine she was sitting just behind them, laughing at their ritual. Every year they were met with silence.

An tEarrach Thiar le Máirtín Ó Direáin

Fear ag glanadh cré De ghímseán spáide Sa gciúnas shéimh I mbrothall lae: Binn an fhuaim San Earrach thiar.

Fear ag caitheadh Cliabh dhá dhroim, Is an fheamainn dhearg Ag lonrú I dtaitneamh gréine Ar dhuirling bháin: Niamhrach an radharc San Earrach thiar.

Mná i locháin In íochtar diaidh-thrá, A gcótaí craptha, Scáilí thíos fúthu: Támh-radharc síothach San Earrach thiar.

Toll-bhuillí fanna Ag maidí rámha Currach lán éisc Ag teacht chun cladaigh Ar ór-mhuir mhall I ndeireadh lae; San Earrach thiar.

English translation:

The Western Spring by Máirtín Ó Direáin

A man cleaning clay From his spade In the gentle quiet Of a sultry day: Sweet is the sound In the Western Spring

A man throwing A basket from his back, And the red seaweed Gleaming In the shining sun On the white beach: Resplendent the sight In the western spring

Women in tidepools At low tide Their skirts hitched up, Their shadows below them: In that peaceful scene In the western spring

The lapping Of oars, Boats full of fish Coming to the shore From the slow, gold sea At the end of the day; In the western Spring

Happy birthday Shae !!!!!!!!!!!

If you read all this, congrats on making it through both a rushed fic and some terribly worded poetry (poetic Irish phrases translate badly and I have no intention of putting in the months of work required to make it sound good)

Ill probably clean this up and post it on AO3 in a few weeks.

#na daoine maithe #shaeweekend2022 #ndm shae #fanfic #egg skreev #<- my new writing tag #it makes sense to me #shhhhhhh #its still definitely shaes birthday as i post this #Can you tell I have farmer blood in me from this #pea podding is very important to me #also podding season is early july #technically not in spring but right on time for this event #im sooooo tired

[bella-daonna]

Shae Weekend 2022 Day 1: Garden

Yes I am aware that it's currently day 4... don't @ me about this

🍃🍂🌿🍁🍀

Their fingers wrap around the stalk, gripping firmly to pull it and its roots from the earth. The weed is chucked unceremoniously behind them to a rough pile, and Shae sits back on their heels, sighing heavily and turning their face up to the cerulean sky. They wipe their brow with their forearm, still managing to leave a smear of dirt on their temple.

When they were younger, they helped their mam with this. She would hum to strengthen the flowers, and Shae would join in. It was always more fun with two, and so satisfying in the end, seeing their garden bloom. Since moving to the outpost, though, it has been only one pair of hands pulling weeds from the earth. It’s not that hard, but… they had missed the chatter, and the companionship.

“Shae?” They look back over their shoulder. Celeste is there, wearing shorts, a broad sunhat held around their chin by a pink ribbon, and a huge smile. “Sorry that took so long; don’t tell me you finished without me?”

Celeste closes the distance, leaning down and passing Shae a glass of fresh lemonade, frosty to the touch. Shae takes a sip of the juice, relishing how it cools their throat. “There’s always more to do.”

Celeste leans in and kisses their temple. “But the work always goes faster when there’s two.” They pick up their own trowel, and kneel beside Shae, digging it in to turn over the earth.

Shae blushes, turning back to the weeds.

#shaeweekend2022 #shae #shae ndm #shae fearglas #na daoine maithe #oc #celeste #i unironically love celeste's hat and they should wear a hat like that always #celeste took too long making the lemonade because they got distracted tending to all the pets that celeste and shae keep adopting #i dont have a tag for my own writing on this blog i should make one #my writing #NDM fanfic

[fazcinatingblog]

A client paid about $11k today and my boss rings me complaining why he only paid two invoices and not the rest

#i think we're focusing on the wrong thing here hmmm #i think he only owed around $12k????? #she also told me she doesn't want to hire a receptionist and she's like 'i think we're coping alright' #and then after a few seconds she's asking me 'are you coping?' #am i coping????? Jesus i don't know #does she want the long answer or the short answer???? #i just bought several kitkat bunnies and the chocolate oat milk (1L) and a Toblerone and a packet of Easter eggs #yeah i think I'm coping #maybe I'll spend the night making Taylor bracelets and writing a fanfic of Faz with his three wives on v day #The third wife thinks that v day stands for something else #she's all excited because she thinks today's the day and the other wives don't have the heart to tell her they lost theirs ages ago #'guys I've got a list of Tyler Brown's favourite romance movies!!!!! we're getting laid tonight!!!!' #Shae just like 'um we have sex every night'

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Hi Shae,

This situation's shitty. I'm not gonna talk about it, I just wanted to kinda check in I guess? Ask if you're okay.

And also, send some kind words to you. Stars know we all need some kindness in this time. I love your writing, I love the stories you write, I love seeing you in the comment section of stories I read. Your enthusiasm is contagious and makes me grin! The way you write the characters, with their voices and vibes, is fantastic.

I hope you're doing all right.

(note: I'm tagging this ask and any potential future asks that refer to the Wilbur situation with 'support shelby or die by my sword', so people who want to avoid vent-y and triggering content can blacklist)

You, Anon, are one of the sweetest people ever.

I'm doing okay, all things considered. In an odd way, I'm lucky in that I detached from the CC side of things pretty firmly after Techno's passing and only really stick around for the characters. Still, I've cried. I feel sad and angry and betrayed and hurt, I feel for the victims, and I feel disgusted that somebody who I genuinely thought was a chill and kind and funny person could do something like that.

In a more selfish way, I feel grief. I think this definitely triggered some soft spots left behind by losing Techno. Wilbur is very entwined with a lot of Techno content, SBI as a whole is. And while I'm here for the fictional fandom/character stuff first and foremost, I did like cc!twinduo and cc!sbi as dynamics. So many of my comfort vids that still bring me joy and make me feel close to Techno have Wilbur in them (4/4 content, old mcc vlogs, etc). Now, that all feels stained. I haven't tried rewatching any of it, I don't know if I can. If I do, I'm afraid they won't give me joy anymore. It's like losing another bit of the pieces left behind by Techno and that hurts.

Also, the fading of a community. The Techno/SBI community already very much shrunk after his passing, but I know a lot of fanfic and fanart will be deleted, and a lot of artists/authors might discontinue to make content, which are absolutely valid choices but it does mean loss and loss is always painful, even if it's an understandable and necessary loss.

I'll be fine though. I know there are a lot of people WAY more affected by this than me (thinking about people who were more invested in cc!Wilbur than I ever was, not to mention Wilbur's actual group of friends and such). I'll be alright, I'll pull myself up by my bootstraps and keep trucking.

Thank you for the kind words about my writing too. I hope that my future fics, if you still choose to read them, can continue to bring you that enthusiasm and joy too. And if for you (or anybody else reading this), this means you're saying goodbye to my fic or to the techno/sbi/dsmp community as a whole, I hope you enjoyed your stay. And thank you for everything.

#asks #support shelby or die by my sword

[thecampjuicebox]

Hi, I'm Shae ✨

🌑 Age: 27

🌒 Pronouns: They/Them

🌓 Kinky nerd who's obsessed with all things Baldur's Gate 3 and horror. I write fanfiction and cry over pixels

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🌖 This blog is a dumping ground for my special interests/shit I obsess over and is 18+ NSFW, Minors please DNI 🔞

🌗 Fic requests are closed while I do some catching up 🖤

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[spacentimecreature]

for fanfic emoji ask:

😅, 🥺, 🤡, 😈, 🛒, ❌, 💞, 🧠, 🤩?

😅 whats a story or a scene you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

iugh.... good question..... OH!!! my first big wip, a wolf's magic- the LI, mountain, and MC, sky (this was BEFORE i started calling myself sky 🔫) had a simba and nala tumble down a hill which is both cute and makes me wanna explode. like... that whole chapter, kind of. ^^

🥺 is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fail to put you in your feels?

when the layers are pulled away and youre left being vulnerable with someone youre close to- a rival, a friend, a lover, a sibling, anyone you could be arguably close to. that and whenever i write my characters being playful/catty with each other!

🤡 funny scene:

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS ONE!!! MAH BAD!!!!!

sfdm is such. a god damn blast to read and write. specifically there's one back and forth where Mikey is holding the kids and Donnie immediately assumes he somehow procreated. cracked me tf up

i have a future scene in tsos where grimmkid sets someone on fire and everyone freaks out (karen complaining and 'omg im so sorry about my kid' to 'flare set them on fire again')

😈 has there ever been a moment in one of your stories where you've been playfully mean?

heh. yeah. sfdm, tsos, and warmblood have moments like this? in defense of warmblood, though, its alllllll gonna lead somewhere eventually :]

🛒 what are some common themes you incorporate into your fics?

I lost a lot of my family members in really quick succession so a lot of my works now are often tinged with grief and regret, I've noticed. In all of them, there's some interpersonal conflict between characters that I always plan on resolving at some point. I like character studies!

❌ whats a trope you will never write?

Misunderstandings, the kind that last an entire fic :| simply Speak to the Person you Imbecile.

💞 who's your comfort character?

great question! wish i knew! honestly ik what a blorbo is but im nooot 100% sure on a comfort character - do you just think about them when youre sad?? or do you squish and squeeze them like a blorbo?

🧠 give me a character and I'll give you a headcanon.

where's the character silly?

Hm. HMMMM. From the HK fandom: ghost (the character you play as) has a secret name they refer to themselves as, but they also roll with ghost because honestly? so many ppl already call them that. sure. why not

🤩 what's your favorite character to write?

Grimmchild (to be renamed), because they think like I do (jumping from topic to topic and going on tangents), Raph from ROTTMNT (eldest child 🤜🤛 with not bad but not great parents), annnnnnd I think I'd really like to write Shae since she's like. a butch nerd. (im butch leaning nerd)

#get ready tem im aboutta come after ya #<3 #tem!!! #writing #asks #thanks for the ask!

[defira85]

I’m crying so much, someone left the most extraordinary comment on my Ysaine/Shae fic last night, and it moved me quite literally to tears, and then tonight I’ve had a notification that they’ve written fanfic of my fanfic

I’ve been so fucking lost with my writing for the last three years and to have my words still finding the people who need it is just

God fucking bless fandom

#Defira rambles

[foxybananaaaz]

are you reallllllly going to put out a whole new fic for your bdat right after you jus finished one????????????????

Hoe close is your bday????????

I'm suuuuuuuuuuuuper excited if yoi do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Sunflowers-Kiss. Love the name.

It is the plan to have another one-shot put out for my birthday. One centred around Elains birthday. Kind of like my birthday gift for all the Elucien Shippers who read my fanfics.

Though, given I just spent the last week writing a seven part fic for Lucien Vanserra Appreciation Week 2023, with 14k Words, I hope I can get this done in time.

My birthday is Tuesday. The Seventeenth of October. I don't know if I like what I have so far, but I do hope to get it out on the day of my birthday. If not, it will be within the week for sure.

Here is a sneak peak just for you(and well, anyone else reading this).

#lucien vanserra #elucien #elain archeron #acotar #lucien x elain #elain/lucien #elucien fic #elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #shae writes fanfic

[bustabuddies]

Bustabuddies Intro~

Hey everyone! Welcome to the Bustabuddies blog! We're two admins who enjoy writing fanfic for our favourite fandoms,

Hi! My name is Shae and I go by he/him. I don’t mind nicknames or anything like that so feel free to act OVERLY FAMILIAR with me (but not too much...)

I play lots of otome games and ramble a lot about them on my personal blog, @shaebert​ so if you wanna see tons of cute otome art I reblog then follow me there!

Shae writes for:

Bustafellows

Collar x Malice

Café Enchanté  

Lover Pretend

Sidekicks!

I sign off with “-🐱“

Our second admin is Ray, who goes by he/him and they/them pronouns. He doesn’t mind nicknames either, so feel free to be friendly with us both~.

He mostly watches me play otome games, and watches a LOT of cartoons too!

If you wanna check out his personal blogs, there’s @doctor-ramen​ for general posting and @doc-draws​​ for his artwork!

Ray writes for:

Bustafellows

Moomins

The Owl House

Stardew Valley

Baldur’s Gate III

He signs off with “-🌿”

Feel free to send a request! We do have some guidelines and rules though, so please be mindful before sending your request!

YES:

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

AUs

NO:

Smut/NSFW

Yandere

REQUESTS ARE: Open!

#bustafellows #collar x malice #cafe enchante #lover pretend #sidekicks! extend #moomins #the owl house #stardew valley #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic #writing blog #writing #fandom #writeblr

[crackinglamb]

Get to Know the Fanfic Writer

Tagged by @natsora, thank you! 💕

Tagging @effelants, @theluckywizard, @demarogue, @serial-chillr and @mogwaei. No pressure!

When did you post your first-ever fanfic?

October 8, 2017. This is also incidentally the day I joined AO3.

First Character(s) you wrote?

John Hancock, FO4. The aforementioned first fic was Junkyard Dogs, told from his POV.

Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?

A dwarf Inquisitor (eventually, she's not there yet), a human Inquisitor and Sookie Stackhouse.

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to soon?

Planning? What's that? Ideas come to me out of the Void and demand to be written. I have nothing to do with it.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

Dragon Age and Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood.

Platonic Pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Mira Foret & Krem Aclassi. Mira & Solas. Sookie & Pamela Swynford de Beaufort.

Romantic Pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Mira Foret/Iron Bull. Sookie/Eric Northman. And the new fic I'm working on which is Female Cadash/Varric Tethras.

Your top AO3 tags?

Explicit Sexual Content

Swearing

Established Relationship

(I feel like that tells you everything you need to know about my writing)

Current platform you use for posting?

Only on AO3.

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

“Shit. Shae!”

It was rare to hear him call her by name, but she couldn’t really appreciate it in the moment. She was seeing black spots now. The pain was making her nauseous, making it even harder to breathe. She let herself topple into his room.

“What in the Void happened to you?”

“Met your boy. Hawke.”

“Did he do this?”

“Nah,” she gasped out as Varric lifted her bodily off the floor and set her down on his bed. Vaguely she noticed that he’d thrown a dark blanket over his rumpled sheets so she didn’t bleed all over them. “Coterie, I think.”

“You think,” he repeated dourly. He was pulling at her boot, and she hissed in pain as it jostled her injured side. “Maker’s Balls, you’re a mess. You need a surgeon.”

“Risky.” Too risky.

“Yeah. Yeah, all right. Give me a minute to get some stuff together.”

She knew she was going to pass out any second and fumbled for his hand before he got too far away from her. “Hawke. You were...curious.”

“Not now, Shae. Tell me after I clean you up.”

She shook her head, uncaring that it spun. It was entirely possible she’d bleed out first. “Mage.”

Then it was quiet and dark in her head and Varric’s exclamation was distant.

#tagged #get to know the fanfic writer #got a new fic in the works folks #won't drop until next year tho

[ofaclassicalmind]

‘Symbiosis’: Chapter Twenty-Five

“You never said what they mean,” she asked as the music continued, her eyes moving to his boutonniere. “The flowers.”

His smile was challenged as the corners of his lips fell.

“Sweet alyssum means ‘worth beyond beauty,’” he said, his feet imperceptibly slowing and his prosthetic hand relaxing against her waist. “Tyrion chose those for me.”

Her thumb skimmed the back of his left hand as they stood there, silently agreeing with Tyrion. Jaime was, after all, so much more than another pretty face.

“And the others?” she pressed quietly.

They weren’t dancing anymore, the song going on without them. Jaime was staring at their hands, now clasped together between them.

“Gladiolus was rumored to be given to the gladiators following victory…” He bit his lip, then met her gaze. “They symbolize strength of character and honor.”

Honor.

The last time she’d heard that word had been half a lifetime ago, when she was newly enlisted in the Army and recited all her vows and oaths. But, while Tyrion and Shae knew her service was important to her, they wouldn’t have known what those vows had truly meant.

Only one person knew: after all, he’d watched her do her best to live out those words in her actions every day she’d known him, because he brought out the best in her. And that person was bashfully avoiding her eyes, like he’d been caught giving her a love note.

“You picked them.”

Sea-green eyes met hers, seeking her approval, and her love spilled over so much she could taste it on her tongue. Never had she felt so strongly about the man standing in front of her, everything laid bare and awaiting her response.

The song finished, easing into another slow song whose guitar strumming filled the air as she blinked.

“Jaime, I—”

“Care to dance, Major?” a voice purred.

#jaime x brienne #brienne x jaime #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #tywin lannister #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #starklings #tyrion lannister #tyrion x shae #game of thrones #got #braime #found family #alternate universe #writing #ao3 #fanfic

[anarchyinplasma]

7. longest completed fic you wrote this year and 23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Longest completed fic is Wrath, Truth, and Continuation https://archiveofourown.org/works/51984715 As for the fics I wanted to write but didn't... Ysaine & Shae doing target practice Petra as Mara's personal guardian angel A full series re-write of Harry Potter but lesbian and with a soulbond Part 3 of LCNFT SoVenj hospital!AU Modern AU EiMIko Part 3 of Perfect One Plus One Highschool KAhri AU figure skating!AU Dame Aylin/Isobel Thorm Second person pro gamer character timeline fic that explores how dedication and passion to the game is abused by coaches and orgs in the scene to work people to death These are just the ones I've started that aren't done, inside of my head is 95% fanfic and novel ideas, 4% guilt of not working solely on my next novel, 0.5% work ethic, and then a mismash of the boring life stuff.

#jenny answers