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puppetwoman17 · 4 months
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Very tempted to write a Spectacular Spider-Man(cartoon) fanfiction taking place during Across The Spider-verse.
Most events are largely the same, but instead of traveling to 42, Miles is running around different earths. He ends up on the earth where TSSM takes place( don’t know the number, so I’ll just call it Earth tssm). The spiders have been dispatched to look for him, and some have been told to keep watch over their own earths for him.
On TSSM Peter’s end, he’s been in the society for about a year after the s2 finale, making him halfway to 17 in my fic. After all the shit he’s been through, he distances himself from everyone else, save for Captain Stacy and the Daily Bugle’s Foswell, (er, “Patches”), who are the only people who know(or have an inkling) that he’s Spider-Man.
He also tends to spend more time on Society work, limiting his time in his own earth. While this causes problems for his aunt and school, you can see this really take shape with New York. Especially the villains. People from Electro to Tombstone to fucking Silvio Manfredi notice that Spidey’s been showing up less and less, even disappearing for weeks on end. He rarely works with the cops anymore, and the battles have started to become less quippy than usual.
Needless to say, the villains are both scared, and pissed. Scared because if Spidey’s quiet, then shit’s serious. Pissed because they’re needy bastards who feel ignored.
Thus begins a manhunt for Spider-Man, from none other than the people he fights every day. Turf wars between the Six, Manfredis, and Big Man are put on hold for this one instance, all in favor of finding the wallcrawler and getting answers out of him(also cause they’re actually kinda worried about him, like, it’s SPIDER-MAN).
I’m thinking of getting the Lizard involved, maybe changing some things to make it so the Connors family knows Peter is Spider-Man because he came to them after he got bit and tested out his powers with their help. Connors can still turn when his emotions get the better of him, but he’s on the good side now. Through the undernet, he finds out something’s wrong with Peter and is like: why didn’t the kid call me when something went wrong? So he comes back to add more fuel to the fire.
Speak of the devil: Spidey returns from another awful—I mean, UPLIFTING week over at SS HQ. He’s tired, Miguel is his usual annoyingly loud self, and Miles is still not found. Even worse, it’s been found that Miles is in HIS earth, so it’s HIS responsibility to bring him back. Great.
You can imagine how hard it is to get back into a normal routine(for like a couple days at least). His aunt keeps asking where he’s been, his classmates think he’s a drug addict, his villains are starting to pry into his private life too much(which is kinda nice to know that they’re worried about him, but it tends to border on obsessive sometimes), and the other Spiders are getting antsy. Especially Miguel. Very much so Miguel. All the while, Peter deals with his own issues on the Canon. The good and the bad. The relief of finding out that his trials and losses are set in stone and not his fault, and the anguish that he could’ve been Miles, desperate to save Uncle Ben now that he knew what would happen.
All the while the villains of New York are trying to gauge why so many spider-like vigilantes are entering THEIR hero—ahem—nemesis’s turf and why he always returns to the city with bruises despite no one seeing him prior.
Trying to come up with a title is hard tho. Stuck between:
The Spider Society: Spectacular’s Story
and
Converge on The Spectacular Spider-Man
Now that I’ve written it down, there’s a lot going on here. I’m hoping to maybe start on this when I complete my other fic. No promises, but I’m interested.
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periodically-puzzled · 2 months
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pinned post babey
hi! i'm felix. i write fanfiction. i like to pretend it's about the power of vulnerability or the ways that toxic masculinity makes us weak but mostly it's about making spider-man and deadpool kiss.
you may know me from:
-gunpowder and firewood - a grindr AU and the first fic i ever wrote
-tap out whenever - gay chicken (gone wrong) (gone sexual)
-it's just a prank, bro - prank war (gone wrong) (gone sexual)
projects i'm proudest of:
-what's the sitch? - late night hurt/comfort best experienced at 4am
-star-crossed - a soulmate AU with a PWP twist
-It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like %@$&*mas - a chanukah hallmark movie where peter is jewish and wade is a goyish grinch
wips i'm working on:
-the time of miracles - a die hard AU with a gender-bent sinister six
-silence is golden (webbing is silver) - a soulmate AU but it's dark and enemies-to-lovers
-scenes from a rooftop - candy-sweet drabbles that make you want to puke
my main blog is @puzzled-on-main if you want to hear my scalding hot takes on things other than fanfic and comic books, and i'm replyhazy on discord.
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joka13 · 10 months
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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 14
WARNINGS: British swearing
Fred holds your hand as he leads you down the halls, and he doesn't seem to intend to let go anytime soon. You enjoy it, particularly admiring (you know it's cliché, but you can't help it) how large his hand feels compared to yours.
After a couple minutes, Fred finally stops in front of the window at the end of the Ravenclaw hall. You stare out the window, searching for whatever it is that Fred wants to show you.
He chuckles. "No, no. Over here." He puts his hands on the sides of your head and gently encourages it to turn. Your eyes land on a large, old tapestry hanging on the wall.
You're confused. There's nothing special about the tapestry. It's very worn, the colors faded and the tassels at the bottom clumping together. You can barely make out the image of Ravenclaw's blue eagle sewn into the center.
"What..." you start to say, but Fred shakes his head. He looks down the hall, then around the corner, checking to make sure you both really are alone. He lets go of your hand to approach the tapestry.
You are even more confused when Fred lifts the edge of the tapestry and walks behind it. Now his feet are all that can be seen, and you watch as they go up one at a time to hide behind the tapestry along with the rest of Fred's body, as if he was standing on a step. Fred lets the tapestry fall back into place, and you can't even tell that he's standing behind it.
"Fred?" you say after an uneventful moment. It's as if he's vanished into thin air.
Then a freckled hand pokes out from behind the tapestry and beckons to you. You obey, walking over nervously like the fabric eagle might come alive and lash out at you at any second.
At this point the hand has disappeared. You use your own to lift up the edge of the tapestry. Then you gasp. Fred is standing inside the wall, or, rather, standing inside a hole that's in the wall. There's an entire doorway (without the door) hiding behind the old Ravenclaw tapestry.
"How long has this been here?" you ask in awe, stepping up to join Fred.
It's dark behind the tapestry. Fred takes out his wand. "Lumos," he says, and the tip of his wand produces a light. Now you can see that the doorway extends into a dark staircase curving upward.
"George and I discovered it 'bout two years ago," Fred replies, starting up the stairs. You follow close behind. It smells heavily of moss and rotting wood. "But by the looks of it, this one's been around since Hogwarts was built."
You avoid a tiny spider scuttling past. "You say that like there's more."
"Oh yeah. There're loads of secret passageways all throughout the castle."
"This is fantastic! I had no idea... You'll have to show me the others some time."
"Gladly."
You both come to a halt at an old, decaying door. As Fred reaches for the knob, you notice a star welded into its tarnished silver.
You follow Fred through the door and out onto a small balcony. Fred mutters something, and his wand's light goes out.
The balcony overloooks the lake that sits by the castle. It's a breathtaking sight. The sunset is absolutely beautiful, and its reflection dancing over the lake is even more so.
You inhale deeply as a cool breeze blows by. "Wow..."
You turn to Fred and find him staring at you. It's obvious that he's just now realizing this as well when he quickly looks away, his ears turning red. You smile.
"So," Fred says, clearing his throat. "What do you think?" He gestures out to the scenery in front of you.
"It's magnificent. I wish I'd known about this little spot earlier."
"Glad you like it." Fred comes up next to you and rests his elbows on the railing.
It's peacefully quiet for a moment as you both gaze out over the lake. The rippling, sparkling water is almost mesmerizing. You glance over at Fred, then double take and laugh. He's got a bunch of cobwebs in his hair, probably from walking through that passageway.
"What?" Fred asks, smiling crookedly.
"Oh, nothing," you giggle. You go to pick the grey strings out of his red hair. "You just make a good feather duster." He bends down slightly for you, holding still while you work. When you're finished, you hold up the handful of old spider silk. Fred laughs.
Suddenly, you realize how very close you are to him. At that same moment, as his laughter subsides, Fred seems to realize it, too.
Butterflies come alive in your stomach. You and Fred hold each other's gazes and you feel your face grow hot. He smirks knowingly, still keeping your gaze, and your heart melts. The urge to kiss that smirk is so strong, but...
When Fred looks down at your lips, you panic and toss the handful of cobwebs into his face.
You immediately regret it as Fred stumbles backward in surprise, sputtering and swiping away the cobwebs. He gapes at you in shock. You're afraid of how he'll react until a devilish grin spreads across his face.
"Hoho! You've done it now, y/n!" Fred starts toward you.
You make a dash for the door to the passageway and swing it open. You squeal with delight (and a slight bit of genuine fear) as Fred chases after you, his large feet stomping intimidatingly down the stone steps. The darkness surrounding you makes it all the more frightening, but you don't dare stop to take your wand out.
"Please, I'm sorry, have mercy!" you plead, laughing and struggling to catch your breath at the same time. You reach the bottom of the stairs, somehow without falling, just as Fred reaches you.
You squeal once more as you feel Fred's hands catch your waist, tugging you away from the exit and closer to him. He begins to tickle you unforgivingly.
"No! Stop! Please!" you wheeze. You're utterly helpless against him.
"You brought this upon yourself!" Fred laughs maniacally.
Just then, a sickeningly familiar voice sounds from the other side of the tapestry, causing you both to freeze. It's Filch.
"Get out o' there!" Filch growls. "Anything that happens behind tapestries shouldn't be happening at all!"
Fred lets you go and follows you out of the secret passageway. The two of you emerge from behind the tapestry without saying a word, trying not to meet Filch's gaze. You can imagine how you and Fred must look as you both stand there panting and disheveled. You briefly comb your fingers through your messy hair.
Filch seems surprised to see you of all people partaking in such shenanigans. He's never once had to confiscate anything from you, or tell on you to the Headmaster.
Filch looks away from you to Fred and scowls, as if to say, "Now you on the other hand..."
"I ought to have you both punished!" Filch sneers. Then his face softens when he looks back at you. "But it's almost bedtime... so I'll let you two buggers off with a warning." He waggles a bony, disapproving finger.
"Thank you, Sir," you say. "It won't happen again."
Filch waves an uncaring hand as you and Fred jog away.
"Suck up," Fred coughs once the two of you have put enough distance between Filch and yourselves.
"What?! I just saved your butt!" you laugh, poking him playfully in the ribs.
At that moment, George comes skidding around the corner, almost smacking into you.
"Fred! Y/n! Where the bloody hell have you been?" George pants. "There's something you've got to see!"
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lolthslover · 1 month
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The Pale Rose
I posted the chap 3 of this fanfic: Shadowheart takes care of Tristan’s wounds, but he has no memory of how he got them. Meanwhile, death advances, stretching out its hands on the impure soul of Lolth-Sworn Drow. This fanfiction is the continuation of Children of Darkness. Chap. 3: Stygian Darkness Tristan doesn't want to take the crown of Karsus for Lolth, so he looks for a possible ally who he can trust, but above all who can understand what the Spider Queen would be capable of doing once she has obtained this artifact.
Ship: Shadowhert / Tristan (Tav) Characters: Shadowheart, Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Wyll, Lae'zel, Lolth-Sworn Drow, Lolth, Wood Elf, High Elf, Szarkai, Original Characters.
Excerpt:
They were beautiful green eyes that I saw as soon as I regained consciousness. Her lips curled into a smile as she rested her forehead against mine, and she said my name before tears erupted in the center of her chest and began to drip down my cheeks. «Shadowheart,» I said in a faint voice, then hugged her, putting my arm around her shoulders as I smiled back. It was truly marvelous to see her again, it was so good to be returned to the real world and leave behind Lolth, the ghost of Dorotea summoned by the Spider Queen, and her execution. Reliving that memory was the perfect torture for me and the Goddess knew it: she didn't hesitate to drag me into the hell she had masterfully crafted for me, ready to see how I collapsed, how my psyche was slowly dismantled piece by piece while I thought I was speaking with the real Dorotea. At that realization, I embraced Shadowheart tighter as I squeezed my eyes shut, and tears began to stream down my cheeks; how could I have killed the woman I loved? How could I reserve the same fate for the half-elf, whom I held close to my chest? «How long was I unconscious?» I asked, opening my eyes again, looking at her with a smile on my lips as I inebriated myself with her beauty. She had dyed her hair: it was no longer black, but a beautiful shade of silver, a color that had become the symbol of the beginning of her new life since she was no longer a victim of Shar's yoke. At least she had been freed from the presence of her malevolent Goddess... a luxury a drow like me could not afford. However, I couldn't stand by and watch while she was on the verge of killing Dame Aylin without doing something to stop her, so I acted for the good of the woman I loved, making her understand that she was ready to commit an action that she would have regretted forever.
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grenanigans · 2 months
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Reach Out For The Light (Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)
Description/genre: SFW, light angst, dreamlike
Summary: Shadowheart has a religious experience after a battle.
Word count: one-shot, 1,345 words
Pairing: Hinting at Shadowlach (Shadowheart/Karlach)
Warnings: Near-death experience
You can also read on AO3. Interactions will be more than welcome!
An icy arrow pierces the pit of her stomach and explodes within her. Shadowheart is paralyzed. The numbing cold invades her whole body, creeping up her chest like vines and spidering all the way down to her feet. She’s breaking, like a glass sculpture smashed into a million pieces. It hurts. It hurts so bad.
Someone screams her name in desperation. Soon the echoes grow distant until they fade into the most absolute silence. The world around her crumbles, every sight vanishing into thin air. Only darkness remains.
Then, suddenly, the pain is gone. She can’t even feel her own skin anymore. Her consciousness floats in the void. Her thoughts slow down until they simply stop.
The deep, dreamless slumber only lasts for a few fleeting seconds. Light finds its way to her eyes, shapes and colors gradually coming into existence. She still feels weightless, but she regains awareness and control of her limbs.
Snowflakes tickle her face. As she sits up, she wonders how she wound up lying on the ground, covered by a thick layer of snow. Wherever she looks, all she can see are different shades of white and light gray. It never snows in the Sword Coast. Most memories of her life may have been erased, but she’s certain that it’s the first time she’s seen it. Or touched it. It’s soft, softer than she expected.
She’s alone. Where are her companions? And where is she? Those wintry plains are all she can see. There are no plants, no creatures, nothing. Nothing but the soil dressed in its freezing white cloak and the pale sky. No sound but the wind that makes her hair stick to her face. And yet the place feels somehow familiar. Almost peaceful.
Slowly she gets up and embraces herself, trying to find protection from the humidity that chills her to the bone. Her limbs feel heavy; every step she takes is a struggle. Something tells her that she needs to keep going, keep walking. Even if the sleet accumulates on her eyelashes and makes it difficult to see. Even if she’s lost in the middle of nowhere. A voice —perhaps in her mind, perhaps the whisper of the wind— murmurs softly that she will find the right direction.
A cabin, made almost entirely of tree logs except for the glass in the windows and the brick chimney that exhales clouds of smoke, stands before her, so close yet so far away. Has it been there the whole time? Taking a deep breath, she quickens up her pace to reach the door. She climbs the two steps leading to the entrance with difficulty and pushes it open. The smell of campfire wood with a subtle hint of lime and leather welcomes her. It smells like… home.
The warmth of the fireplace calls her, draws her like an oasis attracts a thirsty wanderer in the desert. The urge is so strong that she doesn’t notice the elegant figure next to her until a sweet, feminine voice startles her.
“My child, you found your way.”
The stranger is tall and slender, with ivory skin that seems to glow under her lacy white dress. Long strands of silver hair fall over her shoulders. Her voice, barely above a whisper, is as soothing and comforting as the embers that cast shadows on her face, young and ancient all at once. She’s beautiful, the most breathtakingly beautiful woman Shadowheart has ever seen; even though they’ve never met before, the smile on her pearly lips is that of someone who is greeting an old friend.
“Where am I?” Shadowheart asks.
 “You’re safe.”
Hesitantly, Shadowheart takes one more step closer to the other woman. She lets her gaze wander to the burning wood, its crackling the only sound that fills the room. The flames ripple and flicker at a slow pace, a mesmerizing sight that fills her with comfort and peace. It makes her think of a beating heart. 
“What is this place?” she asks.
“A refuge. A realm beyond time and space.”
The ethereal presence vanishes momentarily. For a brief instant, the cabin and the fire disappear as well, transforming into an alley paved with stones surrounded by buildings in different sizes. Shadowheart blinks her eyes once and finds herself again standing by the hearth next to the unknown lady. A sudden twinge flashes through her solar plexus, making her shiver, and she takes her hands to her chest with a groan. The blizzard she found herself in before now seems to be within her, traveling through every bone and muscle. The woman strokes over her shoulder.
“I know you’re in pain, Shadowheart,” she says, “but do not be afraid. Soon it will go away and you will be fine.”
“You know my name — how?”
“Same as you know mine.”
It dawns on her as soon as she hears those words: of course she knows. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’s always known. How could she not recognize her own goddess? Although she doesn’t utter the name aloud, the Moonmaiden’s smile widens and she nods.
“Yes, child. It’s me,” she takes her hands between her long, pale fingers. “I’ve seen your journey. I’ve watched your struggles, your fears, your trials and tribulations. But I knew you would find your way back to me, that you would eventually grow into the person you were always meant to be. I’m proud of you.”
Ecstasy overcomes her, filling her with warmth and a sense of safety. A tear falls down her cheek. The goddess catches it with her thumb, her touch silken and loving. The flames in the fireplace seem to burn stronger and brighter.
A vision interrupts the calming scene. Not a vision — a sensation. A freezing knife. It stabs her. Pierces between her ribs. The pain is back. She can’t breathe.
The wooden ground quakes as cracks start forming on the walls.
“What is happening?” Shadowheart gasps.
“The time has come,” the Moonmaiden replies. “She’s waiting for you.”
“Am I… dying?”
Pieces of the ceiling rain down on the two of them. The goddess shakes her head.
“Dying? No. Not yet. But I must go, and so must you.”
The blaze escapes its cage of brick and stone, moving in circles in the air and surrounding Shadowheart. It pulls her away from the other woman, closing in on her enough to touch her.
But it doesn’t hurt. The heat feels welcoming. Protective even.
“Wait. Don’t leave!” she begs.
The Moonmaiden shakes her head almost imperceptibly.
“Farewell, child. You will be fine. All you have to do is wake up.”
She disappears, leaving a trail of motes ascending in the air and the last two words echoing. Wake up.
Then everything fades to a blinding shade of white.
When Shadowheart regains consciousness, she is lying on a bed, a white ceiling with dark wooden beams over her head. She recognizes the Elfsong Tavern, where she and her companions have been staying for the past days. Yet the first things she notices are the strong arms holding her tightly and the two eyes the color of honey fixed on her.
“You’re back!” Karlach’s voice has an edge of desperation. “Thank all the fucking gods!”
The tiefling presses her against her chest. Her skin is soft and hot, and her embrace feels like bathing in a thermal spring on the coldest day of winter. While still numb and sore, Shadowheart realizes that there is no trace of the sharp pain in the pit of her stomach. All she can feel is the pulse of Karlach’s infernal engine against her body. She returns the hug and caresses the other woman’s back.
“I’m fine,” she says with a weak smile. “What happened?”
“You were downed. Frozen. That fucker, Lorroakan, one of his myrmidons shot an explosive icicle at you. Damned thing went straight through your chest. I was so scared, soldier. Thought I’d lost you.”
“You thought I’d be that easy to get rid of?” she makes an effort to joke. “You could never lose me, Karlach.”
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cambion-companion · 1 year
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Soooo this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. Why do I feel so icky? Is this normal….
I am also terrified to post this to my blog, so I thought I’d send it to one of the best writers here.
“What do you desire me to say?”
The young prince tried his best to keep up with the quick steps of the angry woman.
Her eyes glinting with that combusting fire, her mouth in a quivering snarl and her hair wispingly flying around her. Usually he would be rather fond of that look, especially when it was regarded towards his arrogant filth of a brother.
But in this instant… it terrified him.
The young woman let out a sarcastic laugh, one that echoed through the hallways of the red keep.
“Oh, do not fish for answers here, my prince. You’re smart, a scholar even,” she stopped and turned to look at him, a mocking glint in her gaze.
She hated him at that moment. She hated his silvery hair, running down his shoulders, shining like the river Blackwater Rush during a full moon.
“I cannot help my position, my jewel”, his soft hand reaches out to her, almost touching her face.
“Do not Aemond, do not call me that.”
She shrugged away, “that privilege has been forfeited to you, as soon as you brought the Baratheon girl here.”
“What was I suppose to do? My loyalty is bound to the throne…”
Suddenly the girl interrupted him, a powerful cry erupting from her throat, “your loyalty should have been bound to me!”
She startled herself with the little outburst, usually not discussing their relationship outside of the privacy of his quarters.
She loved him, sadly and madly she did.
He was her silver, she was his jewel.
And she hated how much she depended on that arrogant prince, that bitter nobleman, who only showed her compassion, love and care.
Who worshiped her, took her on his dragon and showed her the world.
Treasures, unbeknownst to the young woman before she met Aemond.
She scoffed again, “oh well, I should have know, should I not? The goldsmith's daughter would never be fit for a Targaryen. Foolish of me to think our love would be superior to such traditions.”
Aemond seemed helpless, his agency to choose his wife ripped away by his brother and the hand.
Trapped between duty and love, the iron throne and his precious jewel.
He never intended to fall for a goldsmith daughter, but when he saw her delivering intricate jewelry, resembling little bugs and spiders, to his sister, his heart was taken.
She was different from the ladies at court, who were primed in the rules of etiquette.
On more than one occasion, she stood up to his brother. And he admittedly deserved it, trying to inappropriately grope her through her leather trousers.
Each visit from his jewel to the princess, he fell harder and harder for the girl, who liked trousers and blouses more than dresses and stockings.
Who loved to tease him and his stiff demeanor, rather than bow and flatter him.
Echoing footsteps brought him out of his thoughts. The dream-indulged grin fell from his face as soon as he saw his jewel leave.
But before the young woman could slip through the crack of the large wooden door, she turned to him.
Her heart only shattered a bit, after seeing the sobering expression of helplessness and desperation on her prince.
“You know my Silver, I deemed you to be more determined when it comes to fighting for what you truly desire,” the girl took a deep breath, hot tears collecting in her eyes, “but maybe the thought of our love eternal is no desire of you after all.”
Oh goshhh the angst though!! I loved how you began this drabble, with an intriguing "why is she so upset" start. And describing Aemond's emotions and giving us a glimpse into the background of their blossoming relationship was perfect. I really enjoyed this!! Also the way in which you described the silver of his hair was just *chefs kiss* And the pet names!! Love them so much! Describing their love but also keeping it realistic, that no he cannot bend the rules and laws just to marry the woman he loves, no matter how much it hurts them both, duty will always come first to Aemond.
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theladyregret · 7 months
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pinkprimrose05 · 7 months
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character asks bc other anon was a coward: blade
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General opinion/How much I care about them: Ren Blade Yingxing my beloved beloathed depressed miserable angsty bastard aaaaaaa-
This man, oh my god. This edgy mess is somehow the second fastest blorbo to be coined as such in my blorbo-having history, and I think that alone says a lot. But even if not, he has his special little spot for being: 1) my first HSR fave, 2) my current main (the gameplay is ridiculously fun holy shit), and 3) the reason I downloaded the game at all (shoutout to Bronya, of course, but it was mainly Ren).
Also I really like the fact that he's genuinely batshit insane. An unapologetic menace to the galaxies. He can be so unhinged and evil sometimes, and that's a new flavor of fave in my collection. Did I mention the story doesn't try to redeem him at all? Because it's true! Extremely uncommon win on the hyv writers' part there; doubly so because they manage to balance this aspect with the subtle gap moe they love to give to all their stoic characters.
Yes. Ren is simultaneously edginess incarnate and a tired grandpa that sucks with words and doesn't know shit about technology. Oh and he keeps getting roped into Situations by his colleagues- and goes along with them all the time! The dude was literally asked to pose for a movie cover and he just. did that. No questions asked. Nothing.
I care about him a very normal amount. He's so neat and- oh my god I forgot to mention the aesthetic. Black/blue/red/gold is such a banger color scheme. He also has a spider lily motif and that looks very cool! And the pretty ribbon on the back of his coat is a 10/10 design choice. His only problem is that the game keeps forgetting to edit his silly beta design sneakers out of splash art, and that the washed out jeans clash hard with the coat. But otherwise? Perfection. I could (and did) stare at him for hours on end.
A ship I love: Kafblade is one of those pairs that you can read as romantic or platonic with equal efficacy and I love that for it. They're partners in crime! There's a great sense of trust and faith between them! They're each other's guardian and tether and the one who understands them best and they're such an awesome dynamic, good lord.
Honorable mention goes to jingren for the old man yaoi potential to take the relationship in a very (bitter)sweet or very sad way. There's something to be explored here and I wish canon could give it consideration someday.
A non-romantic relationship that I love: Stellaron Hunter agenda!!! They're so awesome individually and as a group, and the comedy is just lovely. You have Ren wrangling two terribly reckless women because in some way, by some miracle, he happens to be the braincell holder among the three. You have him trailing after Kafka on one of her shopping sprees with a whole bunch of bags and coats, you have him going to an arcade with Silver Wolf because she wanted to show him this brand new game she's been talking about nonstop for four days, and you have him in an impromptu shooting session with them both because they wanted to make silly movie covers and needed an extra actor.
They're one small hilarious family and I adore them so so much, you have no idea. Can't wait until Sam and Elio make an appearance in the story so I get more fuel for shenanigans.
The NOTP: None here sir, as long as the ship is normal it's fine by me.
My biggest headcanon about them: Ren is autistic and you will pry this hc from my cold, dead hands. He's stuck in his own head 80% of the time. He doesn't do conversation at all. Back when he was still Yingxing, he used to spend so much time at the forge when inspiration struck him, to the point of tuning out everything until his friends physically dragged him out to touch grass. He's an autistic nerd through and through, and even several thousand deaths can't take that from him.
An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: One idea I've been curious about lately is what would happen in a roleswap scenario, where the Astral Express crew find Ren before the Stellaron Hunters do. He may not make for a great archivist, his state of mind may be less-than-stellar, but it's interesting to imagine the dynamics between him and the crew- and hey, who doesn't love taking sad guys out of situations for a change?
I'm filing this concept for later, just in case. Who knows? The writing ghost visits when I least expect it.
Something that makes me think of them: Everything these days The flute, the sound of wind blowing, red spider lilies, and -to the immense detriment of my composure in public- mentions of the word blade in any context ever. Why gee, thanks for permanently altering my brain chemistry.
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Fanfiction Master-list (With Links)
- Multichapters-
• I Will Always Find You: Modern Zombie Apocalypse AU, TWD inspired (Ongoing) Chapters 15/?
• Out Of Nowhere: Modern AU, Farm raised Hange/City boy Levi (Completed) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 14/14
• Of Swords and Sparrows: Royal AU, Arraigned Marriage, Fem!Levi/Masc!Hange (Completed) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 12/12
• Always You: College AU, Friends with benefits, mutual pining, Fem!Levi/Masc!Hange (Completed) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 18/18
• The Pledge: College AU, Fake dating, Fem!Levi/Masc!Hange (Ongoing) In collaboration with zoes_eyepatch on Ao3 Chapters 1/?
• Vertigo and The Silver Shadow: Vigilantes AU, super powers (ongoing) in collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 2/?
• Winter’s Fang: Canon Divergent, Survival, Semi Levi centric (Ongoing) Chapters 1/?
• Hidden In Plain Sight: Modern AU, Sci-Fi, Aliens (Ongoing) Chapters 2/3
• The Thing About Us Abnormals: Canon Divergent, Pregnancy/baby (In Hiatus) Chapters 5/?
• A Thousand bad times…Makes Something Irreplaceable: Modern AU, Family fluff, 104th & levihan (In Hiatus) Chapters 2/?
• Part Of Your World: Modern AU, Mermaid!Levi/Scientist-Dr!Hange (In Hiatus) Chapters 7/?
• Damaged Freaks: Modern AU, High School, heavy themes/TWs (Incomplete) Chapters 3/?
• Hard As Nails: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Ittosara (Genshin Impact) No Visions, Modern Teyvat (Ongoing) Chapters 1/?
-Oneshots-
• Budding: Modern AU, Florist! Hange & Tattoo Artist! Levi, Valentine’s Day fluff, childhood friends, reconnecting
• All The Way Home I’ll Be Warm: Modern AU, Businessman! Levi & Scientist! Hange, christmas fluff, sick Levi
• Caught In Your Web: Spider-Man! Hange, Journalist! Levi (Part 1 of the Spider-Hange series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3
• Stuck On You: Spider-Man! Hange, Journalist! Levi (Part 2 of the Spider-Hange series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3
• Noisy: Modern AU, Neighbors, Firefighter Levi
• Anytime: Ittosara, canon divergent, hurt Sara (Genshin Impact)
• Reminders: Spider-Dad Miguel O’Hara, Spider Kids, Found Family, grief/mourning, fluff (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse)
• Claw and Order: Spider-Dad Miguel O’Hara, Spider Kids, Found Family, spider-gang hijinks, fluff (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse)
• The Kids Will Be Alright: Spider-Dad Miguel O’Hara, Spider Kids, Found Family, Blood and Injury, hurt/comfort (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse)
• Not So Artificial: Modern cyberpunk-ish AU, Scientist Hange/Android Levi
• Bang: Modern AU, Bank Heist, Criminal Veterans
• Teeny Tiny Widdle Basbsbsby Kiss Kiss Love That Widdle Tiny: Modern AU, Racecar Driver!Levi/Pit Crew Member!Hange (Part 1 of the NASCAR Racing AU series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3
• Crash: Modern AU, Racecar Driver!Levi/Pit Crew Member!Hange (Part 2 of the NASCAR Racing AU series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3
• Goodnight: Canon Divergent, Found Family, 104th & Levihan
• And Many More: Canon Divergent, Post-Rumbling, Hange’s Birthday
• The Sun Goes With You: Modern AU, Tragedy
• Fifth Time’s The Charm: Modern AU, Getting together, First Kiss
• Baby Fever: Modern Gangster AU, Semi-Domestic
• Bring You Home: Modern AU, Homicide Detective!Levi/Forensic Scientist!Hange, Criminal Minds Inspired
• Companion: Modern AU, Cat Shifter!Levi/College student!Hange
• Staying Alive: Modern Zombie Apocalypse AU
• Darling I’m Right Here: Canon Divergent, Hurt/Comfort
• Precarious Acquaintances: 1920’s AU, Mob Boss!Levi/Journalist!Hange, Meet-Cute
• I Love You: Modern AU, Song-fic
• Love, I’ll Serve It To You: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange, Meet-Cute (Part 1 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)
• And Later We’ll Have Dessert: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange (Part 2 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)
• 1/4 Teaspoon Of Your Love And Affection: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange (Part 3 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)
• The Flavors That Make You: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange (Part 4 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)
• Brain On Fire: Modern AU, Erurihan, Epileptic Hange, College AU-ish
• Tongue And Cheek: Modern AU, High School setting
Will be updated frequently, happy reading!💜
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Miss Rebel's Masterlist
Tumblr PSA: If you enjoy my writing, please give it a reblog instead of just a like. Reblogging is how things get in front of new eyes around here while liking just hides them in your own personal likes list. You don't have to comment or tag if you don't want it, I know it can seem like a hassle sometimes, but a quick reblog would mean the world to me. Thanks in advance!
First things first, did you know I wrote a whole ass book? Cause I did! Want it? Of course you do! Just click the big pink words and it'll take you right to it. I recommend it personally, but you can always just click the image to read the preview to see if it might be up your alley.
MY BOOK! (Buy it! Read it! Love it!)
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Loki
Paperwork - Loki x OFC (Rebecca)(Oneshot)
Summary: Rebecca Marten finds herself stuck in a world that isn’t her own. Her time is supposed to be devoted to finding a way back to her own world, but that doesn’t stop a certain silver tongued god of mischief from making himself known.
When Worlds Collide - Loki x OFC (Riley)(Finished)
We all know the theory, many universes stacked up against each other, but what if it was true? What if you could see into one of them? That's what one young scientist thought, but will his mistake prove to be the end of the world? Not if his assistant has anything to do with it. Join Riley, an innocent bystander in a fluke of science that promises to change her life forever, though whether that's for better or worse is anyone's guess.
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Dean Winchester
Cleaning Up - Dean x OFC (Sugar)(Oneshot)
Rock Music, Sudsy Sponge, A Very Serious Looking Dean Winchester, what more could a girl ask for? Very little story here, pretty much just PWP cause it's fun.
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Thranduil
Out Of Place - Thranduil x OFC (Kiva)(Finished Posting Weekly)
We've all seen the "one of us goes there" stories, this is my take on that tale with a few twists. Come on a journey of confusion, trials, intrigue and adventure as we fall just a little out of place.
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Geralt
Right Time Wrong Space - Geralt x OFC (Nell)(Ongoing Posting Weekly)
Have you ever done something you knew was just a bad idea? Penelope White, Nell to anyone who knew her, was the person that showed up to keep that bad idea from killing you…right up until her own bad idea did something worse. Now she's stuck in a world that isn't her own, where monsters are real, technology isn't, and a very cranky man with the most gorgeous everything she's ever seen is her only chance to survive. What could possibly go wrong? Everything, everything could go wrong, but maybe that isn't such a bad thing.
Clark
In All Things Patience - Clark Kent x OFC
Clark has been gone for a long time. When he left home, his little sister was still an annoying kid who bothered him for everything from a ride to a friend’s house to getting stray spiders and bees out of her room. He returns just in time to save his little June Bug from her “date”, and now they both have to deal with all the emotions that their reunion brings about.
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Fate's Happy Fools - Astarion x Named Tav
Lady Lynira Ethvirno was many things. She was the daughter of the High Lord of the Silvered Glade in the heart of The Reaching Wood. She was the second in line to the Seat of Lords, behind her younger brother. She was an accomplished archer and swordswoman. Above all of this though, she was one very simple thing, and that was heart broken. She'd turned to the adventuring life after losing the one she was fated by Destiny to be with until the end of her days. Now imagine, if you can, her surprise, when after surviving an abduction by Mind Flayers, a trip to the Hells and a very short appearance in The Blood War, and the crashing of a nautiloid ship, she comes upon that very same fated partner, beckoning her over to the side of a dusty coastal road, with no idea who she is.
Come along on a journey of mystery, magic, malice, and mischief as Lynira and her stalwart companions try to save not only their own lives, but the lives of all those they love, and maybe, just maybe, find their way to a happy ending.
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tiremascriancasdasala · 8 months
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Achei isso perdido num arquivo antigo, editei 2 ou 3 respostas et voilá! (:
Color Asks
red: describe your favorite shirt
Cinza, decote em V e tem um pequeno furo na frente.
orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so?
Não mudaria.
yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated
Alabama Shakes.
green: do you have a favourite flower?
Gérberas.
blue: preferred type of weather?
Qualquer um que não me faça suar: fresco, frio, ventandinho...
magenta: do you keep your fingernails long or short?
Short. With dark nail polish.
turquoise: favorite sea animal?
Polvos.
fuchsia: favorite land animal?
Cachorro.
cyan: are you religious? spiritual?
Religiosa não. Talvez um pouco (bem pouco) espiritual.
sea green: can you fold a fitted sheet?
Sinceramente, eu nem nunca tentei. Faço um “bolinho” e tá ótimo.
violet: are you a part of the lgbt+ community?
Não. Meu defeito é ser hétero. ):
amber: what's saved as your phone's lockscreen?
Uma linda estampa da Pip Studio. (:
aqua: do you thrift?
Sim!
pink: what's your natural hair color?
Grisalho.
beige: have any pets? what're their names?
Nop.
black: would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan?
Não!
coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct
Mamute.
grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more?
Português, inglês e castelhano.
maroon: do you care for clothing brands?
Nem um pouco!
rose: favourite scent on a person? 
Cheiro de banho tomado.
charcoal: have you ever been camping?
Jamais!
claret: do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any?
Não.
copper: gold or silver jewelry?
Silver.
cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any?
Nenhum piercing. Umas 19 tattoos.
salmon: how many pairs of sunglasses do you own?
Três.
ebony: would you ever want to play a game on television? (jeopardy, family fued, etc)
Nunca.
indigo: have you ever lived on a farm?
Sim.
emerald: if you had the option, would you choose to move and live in another country? which one?
Sim, iria criar ovelhas na Islândia.
lavender: relationship status?
Feliz! (:
erin: what was/is your best school subject?
Bioquimica e fisiologia.
mauve: any unpopular opinions?
Não concordo com tudo o que é considerado “politicamente correto”.
fulvous: another name you think would suit you
Devo ter cara de Tatiana, pq muita gente acha que este é o meu nome.
coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about
Joalheria! (((:
porcelain: an tv show you used to Love
Anos incríveis e Mad Men
fawn: any interesting family stories?
Nop.
gold: do you wear your socks mismatched?
Nop.
honey: your thoughts on magic- does it exist?
Acho que existe.
rust: form of art you enjoy doing?
Cozinhar, bordar e fazer jóias.
ginger: any sideblogs?
Nop.
cherry: YouTubers you enjoy watching?
Nenhum.
wine: do you have a 'type'
Não acho que seja um “tipo”, é mais pré-requisito: não ser burro, nem tosco (ou seja, não pode ser Bolsominion nem terraplanista) #FORABOLSONARO
mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs
Não faço a menor ideia!
blood: twin beds, queen, or king?
Queen.
plum: a food you've never tried
Eu como até pedra. Não tenho preconceito.
lilac: dogs, cats, or fish?
Cachorros.
amethyst: do you collect anything?
Bijoux: anéis, pulseiras e colares.
mulberry: earbuds or headphones?
Headphones.
azure: jean jackets?
Não tenho nada contra, mas não costumo usar.
teal: have a job?
Sou espiã secreta.
denim: kill the spider or take it outside?
Kill.
sapphire: do you think you can sing well?
Nop.
mint: favourite flavour of gum?
Melancia.
pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up?
Nina Simone – Take care of business
penny: icecream or cake
Cake. With icecream.
ash: can you do your own makeup?
Uso apenas o básico, então consigo.
jade: ever written fanfiction?
Nop.
grape: how many blogs do you follow?
Uns mil.
umber: do you brush your teeth before you eat?
Claro!
prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine
Batata chips e Coca Cola
aquamarine: beach or pool
Piscina
brass: least favorite food condiment
Coentro.
mustard: how much sugar in your tea/coffee?
Nenhum.
silver: ever broken a bone?
Nop.
rose quartz: rings or necklaces
Anéis!
burgundy: ever ridden a motorcycle?
Já, mas sou “garupa”, não sei pilotar.
scarlet: favorite Holiday
Carnaval. Tenho um encosto de Chacrete.
apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash 
Tanto faz!
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FIRST LINES MEME: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!
I’m going to divide this between original fiction and Fanfic.
ORIGINAL FICTION:
1. It’s May in New York City which means it’s pissing rain down from the glaucoma grey skies.
2. Jacklyn “Jack” Gilmore flicked her half finished cigarette into the virgin snow at her feet, the red tip of it glowed like a falling star until it hit the ice with a dying hiss.
3. The sky was smudged grey with clouds threatening rain of biblical proportions.
4. Tommy sat in his room, drinking a beer he commandeered from Dad’s liquor cabinet—which was just a fancy way of saying that his father kept the alcohol in the higher cabinets since Tommy was a toddler and didn’t bother to move it when he got a little, a lot taller.
5. The air this high up in the mountains was thin, the wind moving through the castle sounded like the howling of ghosts.
6. Conan James Lynch III’s lips were glittering with spilled beer in the putrid, yellow light of the cheap lamp in the corner of the too small living room.
7. Toodles Galore was a six foot three, beast of a man, with rolling muscles and skin shiny, oiled to perfection. He smelled of something flirty and evilly tempting, like a forbidden fruit drowned in Vodka. His cheap wig was bone straight and white-blonde, contrasting with his midnight skin. His artificial, jean blue eyes were watching The Spaceman with something more intimate than he's felt in a long time, as the man slipped cherry Blow Pop between is full lips. He wore a red, frilly, threadbare, heart red robe with black, black laced panties underneath, holding back an impressive package.
8. The bathroom walls were flamingo pink and hasn’t had any work done since Dylan’s mother remodeled it in the mid-2000s. The floor was checked black and white, smudged with footprints. A red, fuzzy rug peeked out from under the sink. The mirror was dream hazy with the friendly fire of toothpaste as Dylan and his Dad’s toothbrushes rolled around in a dirty glass—black and red, respectively.
The bathroom had the flavor of a seedy motel that charges hourly. Dylan’s mother had always been a Vegas girl, through and through. This bathroom held the one piece of her wild spirit that hadn’t abandoned him when she up and left to live in England with a minor lord she met online nine years ago.
9. Aishwarya Mehta sat behind the office desk, watching the electric blue open sign to the family motel wink. It was sometime between the wolves and the birds, the clock had blinked off hours ago. The front office was eerie and abandoned at night, with only a tinny rendition of Creep by Radiohead interfering with her walkie-talkie keeping her company. Her older brother had snuck off hours ago, probably to sleep in one of the unoccupied rooms.
10. The Spaceman wraps his lips around the brown cock of a sweating, cold, Bud Light. The beer hasn't burned since he was thirteen. The drink slides down, silky as Ella Fitzgerald’s voice.
FANFICTION:
11. The sun rises in her irises like it does over an ocean—all sapphire blue with a sprinkling of gold cradled in them. In their depths lies a coldness and a question: How could someone so disgusting, so lowly dare to touch her? Syril doesn’t have an answer. He just breathes in the scent of jasmine like it’s the last breath of air before he is pulled under into the deep.
(From a WIP starring Dedra/Syril from Andor.)
12. He’s supposed to knock her out but her lips on his were soft as satin and she’s silver in the moonlight.
(From an Until Dawn fanfic starring Josh and Sam.)
13. Cold blew from the river Thames, dragging its icy lips across Widowmaker’s dead face—she can scarcely remember the sensation of skin on skin, but icy tears crawled down her face, the sensation reminiscent of spider legs walking down her cheeks.
(From a Windowmaker/Tracer fanfic.)
14. Dick’s hair had grown long, untamed, black waves cascading down to his pale collar bones. He wore a large army green jacket, jeans, and white sneakers. He sat against the hood of his funeral black 1990 Dodge Charger outside of a diner, smoking a cigarette. He was only lit by the red light of the neon sign bleeding across the parking lot—it’s a good thing Tim has binoculars as he lay on a roof across the street.
(From a Batman-Tim/Dick fanfic.)
15. “You are like the sun—“Namor began.
“Hard to look at?” Shuri joked, trying to drown her nervousness in humor—a familiar situation. It instead forms a rock in the pit of her stomach. It was the type of wordplay that would earn her a soft chuckle from T’Challa. T’Challa wouldn’t approve of this, he’d search the entire ocean for her. But he’s not here, he’s nowhere. He’s dead…and he took the Black Panther with him.
“Radiant.” Namor continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Come here.”
(From yet ANOTHER Black Panther Namor/Shuri political marriage fanfic. I know there are dozens, which is why I won’t be posting this.)
16. They sent in the social worker when Jason Todd told the first three cops to fuck off. She looked as if she road in on the last bus out of Las Vegas—fried, bleach blonde hair, blueberry eyeshadow, dry lipstick the color of fresh blood, and burnt gold skin with black pupils. She was trying too hard to sound sympathetic. It came out as synthetic. It hurt his ears.
(From a Dick/Jason fanfic.)
17. Elsa Bloodstone didn’t know how she would die but she knew it wouldn’t be in bed, dying easily was not her birthright. The Bloodstone was, however. In pursuit of it, she ended up in a cage with a monster who wore the face of a unassuming, handsome, slightly dopey gent. When she first laid eyes on him, she thought she could eat him for lunch. He didn’t ooze masculinity like the other men crowding the room. He also didn’t want to fight her. She should’ve known he was the most dangerous. It’s always the quiet ones. She took a shuddery breath. He hopes he makes it quick and then somehow devours her stepmother.
(From a Werewolf by Night Jack/Elsa fanfic,)
18. Steven’s body wasn’t a temple—it was a flat and too many people were living in it. Marc is the stereotypical strong silent type but Steven can tell that the little American man inside him was getting antsy. They share a body so all of Marc’s anxiety about all the crazy magic shit is getting to him. Steven had been ignoring Marc but it only seemed to make him louder, like there was a megaphone blaring in his head.
(From a Moon Knight Marc/Steven fanfic.)
19. The sun was shards cracked by the reaching limbs of trees as they rode along a faint path, in symmetry with the too clear, rushing stream that scattered their reflections. The lush green, towering trees roofing over them, painted their piece of Eden a friendly emerald. The blue of the sky was unbroken by clouds, clear as a polished mirror. The windless, mild weather, spoke of a cool summer, even though the cusps of autumn loomed nearby.
Their Imperial Warmblood was a large animal, bigger than any horse Dorian has ever seen. It was cloud white and named Snowball by Sera. The elf had apparently named every animal they’ve gotten in all of Skyhold. It’s a feat, considering how many creatures Dorian runs to in any given day.
Snowball was followed by Shadow, a large, oil slick black Ferelden horse that Cullen grew attached to. It was trailing at a slower pace, making soft noises that could barely be heard over the light clatter of hooves. Their bags were stacked on the horse like pebbles on a riverbed.
Cullen’s body was a hard, hot weight against him, even through Cullen’s armor and Dorian’s leather. Dorian somewhat felt bad for Snowball, the way they were two bulky men weighing the mount down, but the horse didn’t look like it was a burden.
The commander dragged his finger up Dorian’s side until it reached the underside of his arm. Dorian suppressed a squirm—he was particularly ticklish right under his armpit. He found that out from Iron Bull—while Cullen moved his gloved finger down the curve of Dorian’s bicep. The touch was ghosted, hinting that the commander could be caressing him with the rough pads of his scarred fingers or holding him with his slightly out of true fingers.
Cullen moved his hand until it was splayed on Dorian’s lower belly. Dorian inhaled against the heat pooling in him at a mere placement of the commander’s hands, even through the Dorian’s heavy outfit, and Cullen’s gloves.
Dorian held onto the reins, lest the animal gets startled and paralyzes them both.
“I get the feeling you want something, commander.”
“Is that so?” Cullen’s stubble-itchy jaw scrubbed against Dorian’s freshly shaved one. Both of his hands rested against Dorian’s for a moment before he moved them to Dorian’s navel. Dorian failed to suppress the shudder and the ache where Cullen could be right now if they were to stop in the middle of nowhere.
Cullen inched back before planting one wet kiss in the vortex of Dorian’s neck. The commander held his lips there while sticking his hand into the material of Dorian’s harness and trailing the hot hand until he felt his peck. Cullen’s leather covered thumb caught on the sensitive bud of his nipples. Dorian bit back a gasp as Cullen slid his hand even further down until just the tips of his fingers brushed Dorian’s cock. Dorian failed to swallow his groan. He took one of his hands off the reins and pressed Cullen’s hands further down. The commander got one good stroke in before Dorian begrudgingly took Cullen’s hand out of the outfit. He stopped himself from grounding down on the saddle for relief.
“We need to stop, love.” Dorian said. “This is technically bestiality. We need to get off this horse.”
“Get off this horse? I know you’re a hedonist but this is a little much, don’t you think?”
“Oh, you know what I meant.” Dorian said as he pulled the reins. The horse stopped with a soft noise. Shadow got the hint and stop just short of the other mount. Dorian got off the beast slowly and stretched. His thighs hurt from being in that position but Cullen, ever limber, came down with grace.
(A piece of Dragon Age: Inquisition Cullen/Dorian fanfic which I will never post ;__;)
20. “The Supreme Leader respects you like I would a very clever attack dog.” General Hux said. “We could never lose you. I could never lose you.”
Kylo Ren stared up at the general from the hospital bed. His wrist itches and burns but the pain feels faraway. The lights smear into diamonds and Hux is just a black figure far above him.
Kylo Ren’s body feels made out of stone. He feels like an empty vessel for the First Order to pour and pour and pour their hate toward the Resistance, the Republic, the Jedi—everything, until lashed out violently to suit their needs. Now more than ever, he feels like a sick dog on a leash. He believes in the cause but the cause believing in him was the most important thing.
Leia and Han Solo made the decision to send him to Luke Skywalker. He joined the Knights of Ren because of the wise Supreme Leader. He was clay—something to be molded by hard hands. He was mere pieces before he joined the First Order. He was sewn together by their hopes and dreams—a Frankenstein’s monster. The only thing he can take credit for is his mistakes.
If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred.
He now sees that the only substantial decision he’d made in years was to bash his wrist against the bathroom mirror.
Hux pushed one of the three medical droids out of the way. The bot whirled as it fluttered. Hux then took his handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed the stiff, dry material under Kylo Ren’s eyes—were there tears? Hux’s look of cold formality flickers into one of pity.
“So tell me, Ren, were you hoping to die? Is it because you were bested by a scavenger?”
Kylo Ren took a staccato breath. Rey. Rey.
“Well, you don’t get to die.” Hux said. He stuck the towel back into his pocket. He gently cupped the side of Kylo Ren’s face. His leather glove was cold and dry—a barrier between their faux intimacy. He can’t remember the last time he felt skin on his. “You are a tool and I won’t let you die until you’ve served your purpose.”
He wasn’t trying to die but he didn’t mind that death could’ve been a side effect.
Hux traced his thumb along Kylo Ren’s bottom lip.
“Our live are not our own, Ren. We fight and die so something greater can grow in our place. You will do well to remember that.” Hux’s slipped his thumb passed Kylo Ren’s teeth and rested on the tip of his tongue, the fresh leather was chaffing. He pressed down until spit pooled in Kylo Ren’s mouth. The general removed his digit from Kylo Ren’s mouth, leaving a trail of spit ending on his chin. “Are you listening to me?”
Kylo Ren reached beyond the general’s face and crushed one of the medical droid, barely feeling the pinch of electricity or hear the whirring come to a halt. The pieces fall like dirty snow, like fiery meteors, like stars as they sprinkle on him.
Hux smirked.
“Good.”
(From a Star Wars fanfic—Hux/Kylo Ren.) **
The pattern I notice from my original fiction is that it’s all pretty grim and dirty, especially the way I describe scenery to set the mood. I hope I’m not too one note.
The pattern I learned from my from my fan fiction is that it’s a lot of hero/villain and opposites attracting but doesn’t that make it more fun?
I don’t have any writer friends to tag so I tag all of you reading this! If you do it, tag me in it so I can read your writing! Thanks.
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Silver Web Daniel
by skyf0ckz Fanart for a Spidey!Daniel fanfiction that I started reading. I really like it...and you should check it out Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Daniel LaRusso Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: ghost spider - Freeform, spidey!Daniel, daniel larusso is spiderman via https://ift.tt/1Z3hvua
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Concept of the 3 forms of Koku in one place
A fiery one-eyed serpent coils about idealized Texan landscape or setting. Its head foreground (so beneath) his two human forms in the center. The mouth is open, positioned as if emitting or swallowing them.
The humans face to the viewer, one a young man with a Pac-Man shaped lantern shield on one arm with a gada in the other wearing armor reminiscent of Japanese lacquer, or urushi. The other an old man with a scarred eye with iridescent replacement stone/monocle with a metal bladed umbrella
This may be further framed or set as if appearing in Old Man Koku's mirror
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Koku – elder form
Outline of the character
Name Koku
**Gender **Male
Age 65 years of age
Physical Appearance 4’5”, 150lbs (shape), Japanese, His skin warm weathered, but refreshed with honey skin tone. His full head of hair is restored and its bright vibrant white, he has a visibly scarred and special right eye.
Scene
Pose This is more about attitude, he keeps his legs wide and knees slightly angled out but really has a casual and pleased posture
Facial Expression Impish and piercing as if analyzing or inspired Veiny or creased bare neck
Background (If needed.) ****May use his Mirror as background or framing of the illustration
Facial Features
Eye colorWhile he may wear wide sunglasses in public he does not need to wear them for this picture. Have them be present. His lost right eye may be replaced by an iridescent opal or similarly colored an expressive brown-rimmed iridescent coke lens monocle (like Bubbles’s from the Trailer Park Boys, or a Magikoopa’s eyeglasses but radiant/colorful) with no hook or chain but holds were last hand places it. The lids or lens can flex squeeze and keep features of the eye and surrounding parts like an expressive mask or Duckman’s glasses or spider-man's eyes. The left eye is a normal dark brown
Hairstyle and colorBright vibrant white color Aside from being full now his head of hair is the same as always but he may tie it to be ‘fashionable’ or go for a “daddy style” that appeals to ladies
Facial HairBushy thick eyebrows, mustache that is longer than similarly shaped and colored beard. Snowy white color
Shape of the face.Creased brow with head shaped like a turnip.
Clothing and style (KEEP IT SIMPLE)
BaseKoku dresses in short sleeved loud button up shirts. He now keeps them open to display his smooth, jacked, virile body. His bottoms are darker than his tops. He wears them tight at the thews and glutes, but can be wide at the ends. They may go past his knees but end above his ankles. He’s got it and he flaunts it. some. His footwear may be simple sandals or fuller shoes if he’s in a colder or wet environment. May or may not wear a knit beanie/winter hat with a crest on its upturned brim (Hawaiian lounger or slacker?)
Overall color scheme Simple colorful top, darker plain bottom, honey alluring muscularly creased skin His shirt is open and shows hint of his sexy body in contrast with apparent age but must focus to get it.
Accessories and JewelrySunglasses, Broforce Iron Eagle Tattoo or accessory where fit, Hat (refer to the sunglasses link), Sandals
WeaponsIt is grey/white/silver and black colored metal umbrella with a rose sphere with a kanji in it. Search for Brolliequinox an umbrella on the webpage linked (may ignore all else)
Physical Appearance4’5”, 150lbs, Japanese, His skin warm weathered, but refreshed with honey skin tone. His full head of hair is restored and its bright vibrant white, visibly scarred and special right eye.
Background and personality
Fanfiction version of a character from Flame of Recca Copied from fan wikia Kokū (虚空) is one of the creators of *madōgu, and a Hokage Flame Master and leader of the Flame Dragons before Ōka. He and his rival Kaima competed to create madōgu, but he is forced to kill his rival once the latter succumbed into further madness.* Personality He is often portrayed as perverted but also very wise. As one of the creators of the madōgu, Kokū is knowledgeable about the many different types of powers each madōgu possess including ones that his rival Kaima created such as the Tendō Jigoku. He appears to possess great insight as he realized that Kurei was far stronger than Recca and opted to train him on how to properly utilize each of the flame dragons' powers. Abilities Kokū demonstrates his power. Among all the flame dragons, Kokū is the only one that is capable of manifesting his human form outside of Recca's body. the most unique. Kokū's power takes the form of a giant, concentrated laser beam. He has a mirror that allows a person to enter their mindscape. As one of the original creators of madōgu, Kokū knows a great deal about each madōgu's strengths and weaknesses. Trivia His physical appearance as well as characteristics resemble that of Master Roshi from the Dragon Ball series.
Personality TraitsImpish, inventive, bemused and filled with deep conviction about power, research and its use
Background HistoryFounder of the Hokage ninja and developer of the Madogu, rescued from full dispersal as ancestral spirit by Jumper. He researches his craft and enjoys a ...pleasurable retirement
Loved onesHokage, Renge, Jumper, cohort, his apprentices
OccupationRetired vagabond, in his words, but more craftsman foremost
Interests and HobbiesWomen, food, puzzles, collecting, and sight-seeing
Koku – younger form
Outline of the character
NameKoku
GenderMale
Age20
Physical AppearanceHe is 5' and 165lbs. His body is dense roaring bronze, robust, and made of solid carved muscle. He is a Japanese young adult with bronze tone skin with only veins and muscles, no wrinkles or spots. He’s slicked back pointed hair and thick eyebrows and a strong jaw but with an oddly boyish face. Fireplug build and shape.
Scene
PoseFlexing for the audience with a gada in one hand, other arm in Pac-man shaped Lantern-shield. He is bare-chested but for corded necklace, his mouth open.
Facial Expression Mouth open in a howl or hoot of power. Seems remarkably boyish while brutal
Background (If needed.)If in planned picture in on the plains of Heavenly Texas with his fire dragon self coiled about the scene with its mouth over to right side resting almost at foot of his younger and older self .
Facial Features
Eye colorSame as older
Hairstyle and colorBristles that seem to spike from his head at an angle. They have yellow-red tips that seem to darken to untreated black as gets to head.
**Facial HairCheeks are bare. He has dark, thick, angled-pointed **eyebrows
Shape of the face.Rounded block but with strong chin and plump nose **1****, **2
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Clothing and style (KEEP IT SIMPLE)
BaseBare head, neck, chest, and shoulders. Only armored skirt and boots The armor looks like red-orange, gold, or black urushi-e. Plates of perfectly smooth finished japanese earthenware/pottery. Overall color scheme and how it contrasts the background (if present.)
Accessories and JewelryBead ear piercings,
Thong necklace,
Hokage symbol or Broforce Eagle as accessory or bodyart that is not on his head
WeaponsA Dark color and rose Gada in one hand with a Pac-Man shear lantern-shield/vambrace redesigned for his combat style(Remove the extending points out the glove or shield. And the part of the shield towards the shoulder more cut in like open circular shears to catch or cut weapons) on opposite arm
Physical AppearanceHe is 5' and 165lbs. His body is dense roaring bronze, robust, and made of solid carved muscle. He is Japanese with bronze tone skin with only veins and muscles, no wrinkles of spots. He’s slicked back pointed hair and thick eyebrows and a strong jaw but has an oddly boyish face. Fireplug build and shape.
Background and personality
This is the part that is less likely the artist will read, because even with these restrictions, this is still an awful lot of information that will take more than one day for any artist to digest. We’re not dumb, it’s just that we have to actually do the words-to-images reasoning. Feel a bit freer here, since all the essential information should be already written.
Koku Fire-Dragon forum
Outline of the character
Name Koku
Gender
Age???.
Physical AppearanceDragon form is still one-eyed. His sclera like the iron core of a sun with contrast color for pupils so on. Show his his body shifting in solidity and hue the farther from the “core” until clear his serpentine form wreathed in clear and white tinged blaze.
Scene
PoseCoils about setting head foreground (so beneath) his two human forms mouth open a bit to them as if emitting or to swallow them
Facial ExpressionThis one on the dragon
Background (If needed.)Is the background
Facial Features
Eye colorDragon form is still one-eyed sclera like the iron core of a sun with contrasting color for pupils so on
Hairstyle and colorSolar blazing style with similar colors for tresses or hair wish depict on dragon body
Facial HairN/A
Shape of the face.Strawberry shaped head
Clothing and style (KEEP IT SIMPLE)
BaseOverall color scheme Red-orange with white-blue to clear periphery and black core.
Accessories and Jewelryn/a
WeaponsN/A
Physical AppearanceShow his his body shifting in solidity and hue the farther from the “core” until clear his serpentine form wreathed in clear and white tinged blaze.
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Here's some Millie headcanons for you
She listens primarily to gothic metal, especially female artists/bands with female leads. Her favorites are early Theatre of Tragedy, Evanescence, To/Die/For, that kind of thing. (<- Googled a list of gothic metal bands)
She strikes me as the type who only buys from goth stores (hot topic, spencer's, vampirefreaks, that kind of thing) and I can't really place why. It's about the need to be unlike everyone else, feeling alien everywhere made for "normal" people, and needing to go all in and make everything about her different from everyone around her, and the performance of it, wanting to make sure you're doing it right, wanting to be wrong and weird in the right way and needing to feel like other people who are weird like you would like you for the way you are.
She probably has Tumblr and TikTok. On her Tumblr, she posts and reblogs goth/emo aesthetic stuff and vent posts bc she's just constantly miserable. On her TikTok, she posts GRWM and OOTD posts and more vent posts. Her TikTok is private and her Tumblr has maybe 2 followers. I say this because having alt internet friends I think would fix her
She writes and reads lots of fanfiction. She's not really huge on any given fandoms, but she writes tons of anime fanfic, and prob reads for a lot of horror movies and games.
I just KNOW her favorite anime is Another. She probably likes Angels of Death and Shiki too, I haven't seen them but I think she'd love them based on the premises.
She wears a lot of black skirts. Usually knee length or longer.
She drinks Monster for the aesthetic but it's really bad for her bc she can't handle the caffeine
She puts a lot into her appearance, she really loves being goth and it makes her feel more confident in herself despite the hate she gets for it.
She wears a lot of eyeliner. Sometimes she draws patterns/designs around her eyes with it. It ranges from a corpse paint inspired look with dark lines up and down both eyes to exaggerated lower lashes to x's to even spider web inspired looks.
She absolutely owns and very frequently wears striped arm warmers. She also has lots of silver and black chain bracelets.
I love how the majority of the CTW part of the fandom collectively agrees that Millie would read fanfic, despite in canon she seems like the type of person to have no clue about anything fandom related 😭😭😭😭
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starwrote · 11 months
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ind & selective genpact & honkai multimuse written by binx ( 21+ they/them ) headcanon based, divergent, and open to ocs. drama free zone, but not spoiler free. please read rules and muse roster with links listed here or on blog. icon border & dividers cred here. // mobile navigation including roster here. all new muses will be tentatively added here.
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revamped 9/24 w/ new roster. always accepting memes to initiate things, but only accepting starter requests from the new starter call. a study in : testing fate and exploring what destiny means. a sense of loss and fear of the unknown. bountiful silver linings and overcoming failures. a written connection of the stars above.
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welcome to a multimuse loved dearly by binx (they/them, but will also respond to she. 21+ and CST.) I work fulltime as a pediatric pharmacist and have very limited time to be active on tumblr much, therefor I rely on a queue system to get me through workdays. aside from lack of freetime, my health often staggers me from doing anything due to a lot of pain and immense anxiety. If you do not like waiting quite a bit for replies, then I am not the writing partner for you sadly. 
credits. my blog theme was crated by MARUJA/HYRULESHOP with the link on the bottom right corner of the page. my icon border is made by poetryrph, and the psd was made by me. gold/yellow/pastel purple/blues.
this blog runs off of mutual exclusivity to interact. unfortunately my draft count is super high and i have to limit myself to what i can realistically take on in my small free time. i ask that if we do not have a mutual basis (aside from the exception of sideblogs) please do not interact with my starter calls / send in memes to interact. i also tend to hardblock personals who spam my posts or rb things not intended for personal fanfiction.
please to not pressure me to reply faster or into a ship. sometimes i go all week without a single post other than ooc updates. those who are in the medical field would understand my levels of exhaustion. i never ignore anyone, dms or discord, including posts tagged for me - tumblr eats things and i am most likely napping. please have chemistry or some sort of partnership with me before assuming a ship.
no hate zone, none what so ever. this again falls under the lines of me having 0 time to even know whats happening on the internet/tumblr itself. if i am writing with someone known to be problematic please let me know. i don’t involve myself with callouts even if they are helpful, and anon is off to keep unwanted issues even if it’s to bait drama. 
triggers. this goes with the rule listed above, vague blogging and callouts actually spike my anxiety pretty bad. i deal with a lot of negativity within my workplace and rely on this place to be safe for me. aside from this, i ask for all topics and images tagged regarding: spiders, eye gore, domestic abuse, pregnancy, and trypophobia.
i do not do commissions for edits / borders / etc. i just casually make things as i feel inspired. if anything it helps me ignite muse. if you need commissions i’d be happy to reference @hyruleshop.
let’s be kind to each other. that is all. always feel free to message me if you feel a need to connect muses, or just chat.
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