#thank you so much again for commissioning Ro! <3<3<3
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I was wondering, will there ever be official portraits of the RO's? Or maybe a more visual idea of what they look like? I love Golden so much, you're doing such an amazing job😭🫶
Hello, I’m so glad you like my writing and think I’m doing a good job! Thank you! There should be something fun for you to look out for soon <3
As for official portraits, hm, I’m not sure. There’s, of course, fanart in the #golden fanart tag and then I’ve commissioned art from @enspey—she did such an amazing job with Kaidan and Phoenix, like I love how they turned out. When I get some funds again, I’ll be commissioning again, the females will be next <3
But yeah, nothing concrete. I love getting tagged in art so as a reader if you visualise the characters a certain way, then that’s cool <3
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Hi! Hope you're doing well today! I just wanted to swing in and say I'm very excited about this WIP~ Love For Sundown is one of my favorite IFs, I absolutely love your writing style and Harlem and all the options present, and I'm so glad I'll get to know new characters of yours and at a larger scale~ once I'm more familiar with the ROs I'd love to hit you up for a commission as long as they're still open. Annnd a character ask, what's everyone's favorite dessert? Do they have favorite ice cream flavors? Wishing you a fantastic week :3
I am, thank you! And 🥰thank you!! I'm glad you like my writing! LfS 2 has had my attention recently so I haven't done much with Candles, but I hope to get chapter 1 finished quickly once I can focus on it again.
I decided not to do ice cream flavors, cuz I could lose my whole day to looking up ice cream flavors present today and in the 1920s lol. But desserts, I can do.
Day: Will eat literally any dessert you wanna give him as long as it has a sufficient amount of sugar in it, so I can't really call any his favorite. His go-to on a daily basis, however, are simple pastries.
Night: He doesn't like sweets and doesn't eat dessert, at all.
Bat: Pineapple upside down cake. It's been a comfort food for him since childhood.
Myra: Whipped cream. Any recipe that contains a lot of whipped cream, that's her favorite.
Dominya: Doesn't eat dessert often, but probably favors a simple trifle.
I hope you have a good week, too!
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it's not enough to fuckin comment i need to tell you to your metaphorical face how obsessed i am with kill your masters. literally nobody gets it but you. also shamelessly laughing about the fact that the c3 reveal is just an altverse spin on "im having a baby and the baby is you" because two clones can only produce exact copies yanno?
anyway. dunno how I can be normal about this ever again.
HELLO HELLOOOOO my metaphorical face is beaming with happiness and blushing a shitload thank you thank you thank youuuuuu!!!! kym has my balls in a vice and wont let go and your timing is fantastic because i just finished chapter 4 last night so my insanity about it is especially fresh
i cant post it until i get out of commission hell though so when i say fresh i mean FRESH im a pot of water boiling over but the lid is still on so shit is spilling all the fuck over the place its a Mess
yknow i've been in the fandom for a very long time but i never actually sat and watched the baby is you video but i've seen it mentioned a few times over the years.... it was a very funny moment just now reading those words and feeling something registering in my subconscious and having that revelation confirmed by the funniest google search ever. and now im dying cuz i'll never be able to unthink that now HAHAHFG oh but it is a wonderful death. i love the brorose clone baby so much... thats just what the world needed... its 7345964563459634563456th iteration of dirk that is even more fucked up than all the others hahjfg that poor kid
anyway!!!! this is very sweet thank you >:3 i am always here if you wanna talk ro-stri she is my pride and joy 🥰💖✨
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I posted 5,112 times in 2022
376 posts created (7%)
4,736 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@queerdetectiveblue
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@pearlysgates
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I tagged 2,890 of my posts in 2022
Only 43% of my posts had no tags
#the wayhaven chronicles - 155 posts
#morning reblog 💖 - 131 posts
#the owl house - 77 posts
#romance club - 72 posts
#the exile - 71 posts
#my edits - 63 posts
#last reblog <3 - 58 posts
#amphibia - 55 posts
#the sims 4 - 54 posts
#playchoices - 53 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#im so tired of customisable lis thats just has the men being buff with 6 pack and the women version has an hourglass figure and noodle arms
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
" Enchantée, girl obey
If you wanna get with me
Then love me, love me, la-la-la-love me
Treat me like I'm royalty "
Ms Raini Singh Monique, from Golden IF & commissioned art by @sosolenoo
Thank you again so much for this!! The art looks stunning 💖💖💖!!
60 notes - Posted January 30, 2022
#4
"This is what happens. I get nervous and slip up. Then I realize I've slipped up and get more nervous."
Aislinn Tanaka from Laws of Attraction <3
61 notes - Posted October 15, 2022
#3
i get that its the 'main storyline' but i genuinely do not care about ricky/gina/ej situation.
storylines i rather they focus more on instead:
Kourtney & her being the actual lead of the musical and dealing with anxiety.
Ashlynn and her queer realisation arc
Jett & Maddox reconciling- esp knowing more about the whole implication that he accidently outed her relationship with Maddison to their parents???
87 notes - Posted August 31, 2022
#2
I really wish choices brought back the 'confirming you sexuality' option like they did in the elementalists.
really would've come in handy so i dont get hella uncomfy when the guy characters flirt hard with my mc. and the mc acting like they are into it..
like on a more recent note with loa book 2, that bar scene with whats - his - name , new partner guy...
i hated that scene sm, was not here for him whispering up close and flirting urghhh.
worse cause the option where you could say no to the diamond scene wasnt really a 'no' just a 'not tonight'. like mc only turned him down cause they were with their friends.
when reality... shouldve been like :
no uncomfy flirtations - he just moves away and it stays completely platonic. is that so much to ask for???
90 notes - Posted October 13, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
y'all need to know that your mc isn't the centre of the universe right?
like it's okay if the ro can have a life outside them and if not romanced can flirt around with others.
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#tumblr2022#my 2022 tumblr year in review#ok but not my url being 3rd in most rb from#guess im own my biggest fan lmaooooooooooo#also love that my top 3 posts is literally me complaining#even my longest tag is just me complaining#damn
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Long overdue commission for my dear friend Ro <3 of her very awesome characters
#I had so much fun drawing them not gonna lie#thank you so much again for commissioning Ro! <3<3<3#keke draws#yarrow#ro
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As a healthcare professional-in-training, I’ve been working on a medical drama game with a healthy dash of romance added.
Please note, Citadel and this Tumblr may contain adult themes unsuitable for underage readers.
Please enjoy and leave comments/suggestions/etc.! Also, feel free to leave something in the ask box!
It’s the not-so-distant future, and the landscape of medicine has been irrevocably changed. Once incurable diseases are now completely manageable. Metastatic cancer. Alzheimer’s. These patients have a new lease on life, and it’s all thanks to Citadel Health’s NINO technique. But, like all innovations in medicine, there’s more to it than meets the eye…
Play as a first-year surgery intern at Citadel Health. Will you become the star intern and curry the favor of the chief? Or will you uncover Citadel Health’s secrets and break a story or two? This will be the best and worst year of your life. Don’t forget to save lives and break some hearts along the way.
Current Demo Word Count: 127,000+ words
Elliot/Ellen Sanford (he/him, she/her):
Your roommate, and Citadel Health medicine intern. You and Eli have known each other since the beginning of medical school. Can come off as a bit of a slacker, but cares deeply about providing the best possible care to patients. Aspires to become a geriatrician.
Davy Jackson (they/them):
Fellow Citadel Health surgery intern. Very self-assured, very sassy. Has huge ambitions to become a leading surgeon of the NINO technique and isn’t afraid to hide them. Whether they’re your friend, frenemy, or enemy is up to you.
Jean Liu (she/her, he/him):
Resident (hah!) coffee-drinker, and Citadel Health medicine intern. Born and bred in the Bay Area, this is really their first time out of California (and they’re already regretting it…). Would love to do a fellowship in Pulmonology/Critical Care to become an ICU attending.
Victor/Victoria Uytterhoeven (he/him, she/her):
One of the chief surgery residents at Citadel Health. Strict, jacked, and full of angst.
Dr. Peter Grey (he/him):
Chief of NINO Surgery at Citadel Health, and one of the early pioneers of the NINO technique. Perfect for your McDreamy fantasies.
Dr. Ivy Sloan (she/her):
Medicine attending at Citadel Health. Smiles rarely. Compliments residents even more rarely. Perfect for your House fantasies.
Full Cast Art by the wonderful @enspey
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10/8/2023
Hi everyone!
A couple things...
I got COVID for a month lol 😷
I got a dog (much more exciting)! 🐶
I'm hoping to release Case Three: Chapter Two by the end of October/early November, but in the meantime...
Short snippet commissions are again open on my Ko-Fi for $10/snippet! Currently, there's 3 slots available.
Patreon Residents tier ($5/month) and up get 1-week early access to short snippets, so consider subscribing (and supporting resident wellness 😉).
Cheers!
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#citadelwip#choice of games#hostedgames#choiceofgames#hosted games#interactive fiction#interactive story#interactive novel#dashingdon#if you like#choices open heart#open heart#grey’s anatomy
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1 Year Anniversary!
Checks calendar. What do you mean it’s been a year already since I posted the first update for Nevermoore?!
Ok but seriously guys, it has been such an incredible journey for me to have reached this far. Even with all the writer’s blocks, my initial doubts and insecurities on the project (oof those were some bad thoughts I don’t want to remember 😅), and uh...2020 in general, I honestly don’t regret a thing with what I started.
I genuinely do enjoy working on this little project of mine, and I loved meeting all of you guys through this! Your constant support and interest in this is what has been keeping me going! There’s honestly so much more I want to say but I’ll just be repeating myself on how awesome you guys are haha.
Heads up this post is going to be long because I have a bunch of announcements and other messages I need to share with you, so I’ll be putting them under a ‘read more’!
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1) So first thing, the special anniversary art. I had already contacted and commissioned Red last week, but he’s still working on it. I don’t want to rush him so I don’t mind waiting a few extra days because I know it’s going to be great in the end.
I had a quick sneak peek of what it looked like so far, and I think you guys are going to enjoy it a lot! It has a very slice of life feel so look please forward to it soon! And of course, the RO versions that’ll be starring in the piece are the ones who won the poll.
2) The rewritten update is not going to be up today, I’m really sorry guys! There’s just a lot I need to fix up and need to go through several rounds of editing until I think it’s good enough to share. I am so so close however, and I decided to make the end of January my new goal!
3) Because the rewritten update is going to give Nevermoore a fresh new coat of paint, I’m going to update my policy in answering/receiving asks for 2021. Like whether or not I’ll be willing to answer NSFW questions, for example. I will post a more in-depth ‘ask rules’ when I actually update the game!
4) And speaking of asks, because of how much the story/setting/characters have been changed over the course of the year, a lot of the previous asks I’ve answered are now outdated (Ex: ROs reacting to-, Lore asks, etc).
I’ll still keep those asks up for old times sake but yeah haha. After I post the rewrite, all future asks will be tagged with something new that’s not #nevermoore asks so you guys can differentiate asks between pre and post rewrite. You’re still more than welcome to send in a question that was asked before to see how much or how little the answers have changed!
5) Keeping in line with ‘Nevermoore’s new start’, I am also aiming to edit and clean up the blog’s theme so it’s more presentable, adding character pages, and even create a proper intro masterpost that I’ve seen other IF authors do!
And also, I really need to fix and update my tagging system whoops.
6) Lastly, remember that ‘good news’ I sort of teased a while back but didn’t say much because I needed a confirmation first? Well, that good news came through!
I won’t go into too much detail but basically now I’ll working on Nevermoore as a full-time project instead of just a side hobby that happens after classes! As of now, I only have this time until the end of April but hey, more writing for me! 😎
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...Aaannnd I think that’s all what I need to say so far! I swear there’s something else I’m forgetting but that’s a problem for future me lol.
Again, thank you all so much for you amazing support and interest in this little story of mine. Let’s see what new milestones we’ll reach for next year!
I hope to see you guys soon when the rewrite update rolls in! It’s going to be pretty awesome if I do say so myself 🥰.
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Art of Fire (III)
Zuko x Reader; Part 3; 1.4k words
Series summary: The recently crowned Fire Lord Zuko meets a new friend of his Uncle’s, a special fire bender that quickly grabs his interest over a cup of tea and the discussion of the arts.
ALL CURRENTLY POSTED PARTS: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
It was the next morning, early enough that the sun was still rising, the buildings casted in a partial light. You were busy in the back of your shop, starting to work on other commissions for your little business before heading to the Royal Palace. You didn’t want to acknowledge it but you were beyond excited to see Zuko again. Even if he was probably the most awkward person to be Lord of the Fire Nation.
Your mind was completely focused on the current piece you were working on. It was a highly detailed koi fish, so you sat at your easel, a blue-tipped orange flame emitting from your pointer finger as you shaded the scales. Lost in concentration, with your face scrunched up staring closely at the wood panel, you didn’t hear or see the figure walking into the shop.
It wasn’t until he cleared his throat loudly that you looked up, the flame quickly dispersing from your fingertip.
It was Zuko, standing at the entry of your shop. A sheepish smile shown on his face, as you quickly took in his attire. The Fire Lord was wearing commoner clothes, with a large brimmed hat partially covering his face. If you hadn't met Zuko before in his armour and royal gear, you would not have noticed anything off about him. Even though he always looked so confident in his royal amour, with purpose and poise, he appeared to be almost carefree, relaxed in these kinds of clothes. Although, he was acting mighty awkwardly, just standing at the entrance of your shop.
After clearing his throat, he gave you a small wave, “Hello, Y/N.”
“Uhh, hi!” you smiled, unsure of his presence and of what you should do.
He continued, walking a little further into the shop, “Well um, sorry to interrupt your artwork, but today my Uncle gave me a little gift. He, uh, gave me the day off so he’s standing in as Fire Lord today. The role has been really weighing on me and I am pretty young for all the work and knowledge it requires, and…”
Zuko trailed off, realizing he was rambling. He had been looking everywhere around the shop besides at you, so when he finally made eye-contact, you gave him an encouraging smile.
He grinned slightly, looking down at his feet, “So yeah, I don’t really get these kinds of days, and was hoping, that uh, you would like to spend it with me?”
After he finally asked his question he stared at you, worry sparkling in his eyes, wondering what your response would be. It took a second for you to digest the question; You were simply surprised he would ask you of all people to join him.
Not before long, a huge smile, ear to ear, flashed on your face, immediately putting Zuko at ease. “I would love to!” You got up, putting all your materials away in a rush, before turning to him again, giggling, “By the way, I love the little disguise you have going on.”
He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, uh, I like to get out of my uniform whenever I’m not doing anything official.”
“Of course, so what kinds of clothes should I be wearing? Is this okay?” Without thinking, you twirled around, showing your attire, a pair of black leather pants, boots, and a work shirt. You didn’t see him blushing even more when you had turned around.
“Uh, yeah! That would be fine.”
Alright, you bounded over to the Fire Lord, though with how he was acting and his attire, you sort of forgot, and began to lose the rigidity you would usually have around authority and royals, especially the rigid awkwardness you’ve had around him before.
“Where are we off to?” you asked cheerfully, looking up at Zuko.
He grinned down at you, almost cheekily, “I have a place in mind. It’s not too far, we can walk.”
As you began to walk through the streets, an easy conversation struck up between you two. Zuko had explained that he had seen his Uncle that morning, as he was opening up his shop, to find where your own was.
You had chuckled at that, thinking of that cocky grin Iroh had worn when he found out you liked his nephew. “Your Uncle seems to be a very unique man.”
“He is, indeed.” Zuko has nodded in agreement, “He is the wisest person I know. He’s saved me multiple times throughout my life, whether it was from myself or others, he has always been supportive and there for me.”
You hummed, thinking back to the stories that Iroh had told you before you knew that Zuko was the nephew he had been talking about.
“He is extremely proud of you.”
Zuko cocked his head at your statement, before you continued, “Before I knew that you were his nephew, he told me stories of you. Whenever he talks of you, the biggest smile graces his face, always talking about how much you’ve overcome and proud he is of you. It’s obvious he loves you as if you were his own son. It is quite lovely to see, honestly.”
At your words, Zuko choked up, his eyes watering ever so slightly. Alarmed, you looked at him, before stopping him from walking forward, and putting a calming hand on his shoulder.
Quietly, you whispered leaning closer to him, “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I said something.”
He shook his head, looked down at the ground shamefully, “I’ve just done many bad things to my Uncle and it shocks me every time to hear things like that. That he has forgiven me completely for my past.”
You knew of the Fire Lord’s past. Anyone in the Fire Nation knew the stories of the banished prince and his hunt for the Avatar. His betrayals and anger. Yet before you now, all you saw was a man trying to become better. For his family and for his Nation. Who was already better yet trying to improve even more.
A single tear fell down from his scarred eye, and before he could whip it away without you seeing, you reached forward and cupped his face, rubbing the tear away with your thumb, your hand resting on his scarred face soothingly. He turned to you, eyes widening in shock at your actions. And honestly, you were shocked that you had done it yourself.
With your voice still soft and low, you reassured him, “Your Uncle really is proud of you. And so am I. You deserved to rule this Nation. And I’m not saying that because it’s your birthright, but because you have overcome many things to become a man that would make this Nation proud.”
He smiled weakly at you, before he nodded his head, as if trying to convince himself of those words. Your hand fell to your side, immediately losing the warmth that you hadn’t even realized was radiating off of his skin.
With his face still close to yours, he whispered “Thank you.”
Yet when you still heard his voice hurting so bad, you made a second rash decision. Quickly, you pulled him into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hat knocked off in the process. He stiffened at your touch, but soon, his arms lifted and wrapped around your lower back.
He was practically clinging to you, forgoing any personal space as he tucked his face into the side of your neck. Zuko tried to keep his emotions in check, but his breathing deepened, trying to hold back more tears as your one of your hands began to rub the back of his head soothingly, your fingers winding through his long, messy hair.
His voice shuddered again, as he whispered another “Thank you” into your skin. All you could do was nod as your heart began to break even more for the anguished man in front of you.
After his breathing settled, and he regained composure, Zuko pulled away, clearing his throat. You smiled reassuringly at him, pulling away as well.
Trying to lift his mood you asked, you grabbed his hat and handed it to him, flashing to biggest smile possible, trying to channel your cheerfulness into him, “So where is this place you’re taking me?”
The sadness in his eyes slowly seeped away, a calmness overtaking them. The idea of his one free day quickly overshadowing the past. Zuko grinned at you, beginning to walk again with you following, “It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
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Part 4 has been requested!
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Love Song for a Siren
Summary: Life aboard the pirate ship The Sea Serpent is as perfect as Roman, Patton, and Logan could hope for, but a startling discovery turns their lives...and their hearts...upside down.
Ships: Established Moralogince, eventual LAMP, side Dukeceit
Content Warnings: Mentions of whaling, piracy (the swashbuckling kind), sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, general fear/anxiety, being trapped/captured.
Word Count: 5,407
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A/N: @vintage-squid, surprise! I’m your secret santa! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story, I had a blast writing it!
Thank you to @theinvisiblespoon for beta reading this fic, you’re the absolute best!
I have at least two more fics for this AU planned, a prequel that tells the story of Roman and Remus coming to be crew members aboard the Sea Serpent (cuz boy howdy is that a tale), and a sequel that pits our now established LAMP boys against an external threat. Both elements were ideas that I had for this story/universe that just didn’t make it into the final version due to time/length, so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in those future stories, or if you’d like to be on my general writing taglist. As always, comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated. Love you guys!
-Taylor <3
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“All hands on deck!”
Roman grinned and scampered down from his perch in the crow’s nest, his boots hitting the deck with a satisfying *thud.* The sky above him was clear and bright, and a cool ocean breeze rustled through his hair, granting him a reprieve from the heat of the sun. The gentle sway of the ship, once so strange and foreign to him, was now a familiar, soothing motion, and Roman’s chest swelled with confidence. He pulled his rapier from his belt and swiped it through the air with a flourish, winking at the ship’s navigator who was standing nearby.
“Just once, I’d like to see you answer Patton’s call without all your typical fanfare,” the man said, raising an eyebrow at Roman.
“What? My brother, pass up a chance to be dramatic?” a cheerful squawk called out, and then Remus was beside them, throwing one arm around Roman and jostling him playfully. “That’ll be the day.”
“Indeed, the one that we all long for,” the navigator agreed, and Roman pouted before letting his features slide into a smirk.
“Oh, come on Logan, you know you love me,” Roman crooned, and his smile widened as Logan’s cheeks became dusted with pink.
“Unfortunately, yes,” he said as Roman wriggled out from Remus’s grip to peck him on the lips. “However did I let that happen?”
“Okay you two, cut it out!” Patton chided as he walked over. “You’re both too adorable and it’s not fair, ‘cause I very much want to kiss you both, but we don’t have time right now!”
“Later, my love,” Roman promised, blowing the ship’s quartermaster a kiss of his own. Patton pretended to catch it out of the air and held it close to his heart, winking before he turned and addressed the larger crowd of sailors that had gathered on deck.
“We’ve adjusted course to intercept a ship, prepare for boarding!” Patton called. “And standby for the captain’s orders!”
As if on cue, the captain stepped out onto the deck, surveying his crew at work for a moment before turning to Patton.
“What’s the target?”
“It looks like a whaling ship,” Patton said with a grimace, and the captain snarled.
“Right. The captain should be worth a half decent ransom then, plus there should be plenty of valuable cargo on board. We’ll disable the ship when we’re finished then leave the rest of the crew to their own devices, if they aren’t idiots they should be able to survive long enough to make whaling seem like a very unattractive occupation to their buddies back home.”
Patton nodded, then turned back to the crew.
“Ready about!” he called to them, then nodded to Roman. “Ro, take point on the first raiding crew.”
“Oooh, Dee, your mask!” Remus suddenly cried, before dashing into the captain’s quarters without another word. He emerged a moment later, handing over the mask before planting a kiss on the captain’s cheek.
“Oh, so you have time for kisses, but I don’t,” Roman teased, and Remus stuck his tongue out at him.
“Captain’s privileges,” Dee said with a smirk before sliding the mask down over the left side of his face, carved features and painted green scales covering the burn that marred his skin.
“Ro, come on!” Patton called again, and Roman turned his attention to the whaler that was still approaching them, not yet realizing that the innocuous looking Sea Serpent was actually a pirate vessel.
“Heave to!” Patton shouted, and Logan pulled on the ship’s wheel until the Sea Serpent was directly in the path of the approaching whaler.
“Ready canons!” Dee called, and Patton relayed the order to the gunmen below deck. “On my command! Ready?”
Roman gripped his sword hilt, a smile growing on his face despite himself. Right here, standing on the deck of his ship with a sword in his hand and his two loves by his side, was exactly where Roman wanted to be.
“Fire!”
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It didn’t take long for the crew of the whaler, called The Carlotta, to surrender, and before long, Patton was leading a small party through the ship to look for anything worth looting. As soon as he stepped below decks, however, he had to stop. He waved the other crew members on ahead of him and leaned against a nearby support beam, taking in several deep gulps of air through his mouth. Unfortunately, that didn’t do much to alleviate the stench.
The cargo hold was full of dozens upon dozens of barrels, and a foul, fishy scent clung to the air around them like mold. The smell was bad enough, but that combined with the thought of what was actually in the barrels was enough to make Patton gag on the spot. He, like Dee, was not fond of the practice of whaling, but while Dee would still bring the whale blubber onboard the Sea Serpent so they could sell it themselves and turn a profit, Patton would just as soon dump the whole batch back into the ocean so he didn’t have to think about it for too long. He was just grateful that they hadn’t come upon The Carlotta when she’d taken a fresh kill; money or no, message or no, Patton was not about to deal with looting a ship floating beside a dead whale carcass.
“Quartermaster!”
Patton looked up to see one of the younger crew members coming towards him, their eyes as round as saucers.
“What is it, kiddo? And I’ve told you, just Patton is fine.”
“Right, yessir–I mean, Patton. But, um, you need you see this!”
“What is it?” Patton asked again, following the young sailor deeper into the hold.
“I...I don’t know, sir, you’re just...going to have to see for yourself.”
Thoroughly intrigued now, Patton let himself be led into the back corner of the cargo hold where he was met with a peculiar sight. What appeared to be a large iron kettle, which Patton recognized as part of the tryworks that whalers would use to boil the whale blubber down into oil, was sitting in the middle of the open space. The kettle itself wasn’t what struck Patton as odd though, it was its placement below decks. The ship had clearly recently brought in a new whale, and Patton remembered seeing the other kettle in its proper place on top of the furnace up on deck. What on earth was this doing down here?
The other thing that was confusing was the large slat of crisscrossed iron bars that had been laid haphazardly over the top of the kettle. If Patton had to guess, he’d say that the whalers had taken the door off the ship brig and used it as a sort of cap, and for extra measure, a few canon balls had been placed on top to provide additional weight. Three other crew members were standing around the kettle, looking inside with something akin to awe on their faces.
“What’s going on?” Patton asked as he approached, and the crewmen just pointed, stepping back so Patton could peer into the kettle himself.
He didn’t know whether to be amazed or horrified.
“Get the captain,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He needs to see this.”
The sailors nodded and hurried off to find Dee, leaving Patton alone to stare at what they’d found in growing disbelief.
Lying tangled in a net at the bottom of the kettle in about a half-foot of water was...some sort of creature. At first glance, Patton had thought the long, slippery tail belonged to a strange fish or eel, but as his eyes traveled upward, that thought was quickly dismissed from his mind. Halfway up the creature’s body, the scales gave way to smooth purple skin and a surprisingly human shaped torso, despite the fins on the creature’s sides and elbows. A set of gills was visible on the side of its neck, and a shock of dark hair fell around the creature’s ears, or at least, the wide, fan-shaped fins that protruded from where the ears would be on a human. It’s chest was rising in short, quick bursts, and Patton didn’t need to be a medical expert to tell that it was having trouble breathing.
Despite growing up in a port town and being around seamen for most of his life, Patton had never really put much stock into superstition, or the wild tales of sea monsters and magic that sailors brought back from their ventures out onto the open ocean. Sailors in his hometown tended to drink as much as they talked, and while their stories made for good entertainment, he’d never really believed any of them. And yet, staring down at the creature in the kettle, he knew now that some of the tales had to be true.
“What is it?”
Patton turned at the sound of Dee’s voice, and he found that there was only one thing he could say.
“Dee...they have a mermaid.”
As if on cue, the mermaid stirred, twisting in the kettle and letting out a muffled hiss as it strained against the net that had its arms pinned against its sides. Dee and Patton looked down, and Patton bit his tongue to keep himself from whimpering.
The eyes that met their gaze were wide with fear, but they narrowed in an instant as the mermaid hissed again, flaring out its fins in warning. Patton was sure that if it were able, the creature would be baring its teeth at them, but somehow the net had gotten tangled in such a way that it was wrapped around its face and digging into its mouth. If Patton had to guess, the mermaid had tried to bite its way out of the net and only succeeded in trapping itself further.
Patton looked up at Dee, who still hadn’t said anything and was staring into the kettle with a blank expression, which Patton knew meant he didn’t want to give away what he was thinking.
“Dee, we can’t just leave him here,” Patton said quietly.
“What other choices do we have?” Dee asked, raising an eyebrow. “Cut it loose and throw it back into the ocean?”
Patton glanced down at the creature again, his eyes traveling over the places where the net was digging into its skin. One of the sections was wrapped so tightly around its tail that it was cutting into the flesh, and Patton shook his head.
“He’s hurt...if we just threw him back into the ocean as is who knows what could happen to him? He needs time to recover.”
“So what do you propose? We can’t haul the tryworks onto the Sea Serpent while on the open ocean. And even if we could, if healing is the main goal, I don’t think curled up tight in a pot would be the best place to keep it.”
Patton chewed on his bottom lip, thinking.
“They haven’t finished fixing that damaged dinghy belowdecks yet,” he offered. “But she should hold water.”
Dee blinked.
“Are you suggesting that we fill the dinghy up with water like it’s some rich landlubber’s bathtub and...what, just keep a pet mermaid in it?”
“Not pet,” Patton insisted. “More like...patient.”
“You’re deflecting the rest of the question, Quartermaster,” Dee said, raising an eyebrow, and Patton raised one right back.
“And you’re avoiding giving me an order, Captain.”
Dee chuckled, then his eyes flicked back and forth between the kettle and Patton before he sighed.
“Alright, have it your way then. But Patton...if this creature turns out to be dangerous...if he ends up hurting one of the crew? That’ll be your responsibility, you understand?”
Patton nodded firmly.
“I do.” Then he grinned, and threw his arms around Dee in a quick but tight hug. “Thanks Dee!”
He let go and hurried above deck, hearing Dee mutter something about “reputation” as he went, and stopped when he ran into Remus sticking his head to look inside the (thankfully) unlit furnace the whalers kept on deck.
“Remus! I need you to do something for me,” he called, and Remus grinned.
“Anything you say, Mr. Quartermaster sir!”
“Can you get a couple of the crew to fill the dinghy belowdecks with buckets of seawater?”
“How many buckets?” Remus asked cheerfully, and Patton shrugged.
“As many as will fit. Oh, and Remus. I want the water dumped out into the dinghy. I’m not asking for a boat filled with buckets, I want a boat filled with water, okay?”
“Aww, now you’ve spoiled my fun,” Remus said in a mock pout, but then he winked and practically pranced back towards the Sea Serpent, nearly knocking over Roman as he skipped past.
“What’s he so happy about?” Roman asked, frowning as he watched Remus leave the deck of the The Carlotta.
“I gave him a weird order,” Patton said, sliding up next to Roman and sighing happily when Roman snaked an arm around his waist and planted a kiss on top of his head.
“Anything interesting in the cargo hold?” Roman asked, and Patton froze. “What?” Roman asked, pulling back and frowning down at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Patton said quickly, pressing a kiss to Roman’s cheek. “It’s just…” he glanced back towards the cargo hold, chewing on his bottom lip. “You’re going to want to see this.”
--- --- ---
“You found a what?” Logan asked, staring at his boyfriends in growing disbelief.
“A mermaid, Specs,” Roman said, and Logan resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“We’re serious, Lo!” Patton insisted. “Why would we make something like that up?”
Logan raised an eyebrow.
“I saw Remus looking entirely to happy to be carrying buckets of water back and forth from the cargo hold, and you expect me not to be at least a little bit suspicious.”
“Okay, maybe I should have had someone else supervise setting up the dinghy, but to be fair, I knew that Remus wouldn’t waste a lot of time asking me why I wanted him to do that,” Patton said with a shrug.
“Listen, while ordinarily your suspicion might be slightly warranted–”
“Slightly?” Logan asked, and smirked when Roman spluttered indignantly.
“Really, Logan,” Patton said, his voice quiet and earnest. “We found a mermaid, and he needs our help. Come and see, okay?”
Logan frowned at Patton’s sudden shift in tone before he nodded slowly. Patton flashed him a grateful smile, then turned and led the way into the cargo hold. Logan had to admit, he wasn’t sure quite what he was expecting to see as he followed Patton down the stairs, but the Sea Serpent’s beat up dinghy filled with water hadn’t been high on the list. He opened his mouth, but as they approached the side of the boat, the question died in his throat. His eyes traveled over the purple skin, gills and fins, and wide eyes with slit pupils.
“Oh.”
“You can say that again,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow.
Logan elected not to speak again, noting the way the creature shrunk back at Roman’s loud voice, choosing instead to take a step closer and get down on one knee beside the dinghy so he was eye level with the creature. It thrashed and hissed as he approached, though whether the hiss was a sign of aggression or an expression of pain as the net dug deeper into its flesh, Logan couldn’t be sure. Either way, the first move clearly had to be removing the net.
Logan pulled his knife from his belt and the creature thrashed again at the sight of the blade, and it bumped the side of the dinghy, sloshing some of the water over the side.
“Be still,” Logan said in as soothing a voice as he could manage. “We need to get that net off you, and if you struggle you could become injured.”
Logan had been speaking more with tone in mind than with words, but to his surprise, the creature cocked its head at the words before hissing again, more deliberately this time. Logan froze, staring into the creature’s eyes.
“Can...can you understand me?” he asked, and the creature moved its head up and down.
“Did he just nod?” Patton breathed, and the creature tried to nod again, hissing in pain as the net around its face dug deeper into its jaw.
“Don’t try to move,” Logan said, holding up his empty hand in what he hoped was a placating gesture. “You’ll only hurt yourself further. Could you blink your eyes once for yes, twice for no? If you can really understand us?”
There was a beat of silence as they all held their breaths, and then the creature slowly blinked once.
“Was that a yes?” Logan asked to confirm, and the creature blinked once again. “Wonderful. I’m going to cut this net off of you, is that alright?”
The creature didn’t respond at first, eyeing Logan warily, and Logan frowned.
“Do you wish to remain tangled in the net?”
Two blinks.
“Are you currently in pain?”
One blink.
“If you let me remove the net, we can see about tending to your wounds. But if you continue to thrash about, I may accidentally hurt you...and I do not want that to happen.”
The creature eyed his knife again, and Logan tried to imagine things from its perspective. It had been captured by humans and transported from ship to ship like so much cargo, and now a human was crouching next to it brandishing a knife...all things considered, Logan supposed he would react similarly if he were in such a situation.
“Are you worried that I will hurt you?” he asked.
One blink, and Patton made a quiet, distressed noise behind them. Logan ignored the urge to soothe his boyfriend, knowing that Roman was there to provide comfort if needed. Right now, getting this creature to trust him was the top priority.
“We have had ample opportunity to do so already,” Logan pointed out bluntly.
“Lo…” Roman’s voice was uneasy, hesitant, but Logan pressed onward. He could only hope that this creature was capable of logical reasoning.
“Whether it was on the ship you initially were held captive on, or in transporting you here, my comrades and I have had the opportunity to cause you pain intentionally. Have we taken it?”
Two blinks.
“Would it not make more sense, if hurting you was my intention, to simply move forward in an attack rather than wait for your permission.”
One blink. Logan smiled.
“So logically, we must not want harm to come to you. Quite the opposite. But if you don’t hold yourself still, more harm may occur. Now, may I approach?”
Time stretched out between them, and Logan waited patiently as the creature’s eyes flicked back and forth between Logan, the knife, and Roman and Patton standing behind him. Eventually, he blinked once, and Logan smiled again.
“Alright. Keep very still now…”
The mermaid (or merman, if the top half of his anatomy was comparable to that of a human) squeezed its eyes shut, long webbed fingers curling into fists as Logan began to cut away at the net. He’d scarcely been working a minute before a soft, pleasant sound filled the cargo hold, and the merman’s eyes snapped open.
Roman was humming, a quiet, soothing tune that Logan recognized as one of the lullabies that Roman would sometimes sing to either of his boyfriends if they were having trouble sleeping. The merman’s face changed from one of shock, to curiosity, to something bordering on contentment, and by the time Logan had managed to cut away the last bit of rope, the tension had drained from the merman’s shoulders almost completely.
“There, finished,” Logan said with a small smile, standing up slowly and taking a step back.
The merman took a moment to stretch his limbs out, opening and shutting his jaw (which, Logan noted, had rows of sharp, needle-like teeth) and swishing his tail.
Patton made a cooing sound, and Logan knew that the shorter of his partners was completely enamored by the creature.
“Better?” Logan asked, and the merman looked up at him. For a moment, Logan was expecting another blink, but then the creature opened his mouth.
“Yes. Thank you.”
His voice was low, slightly raspy rumble from the back of his throat, and Logan told himself that the flash of excitement that ran through him was because of the discovery that such a creature could talk and nothing more.
“Are you hurt very badly?”
A quick glance at Patton revealed that Logan was not the only one who had suddenly been struck with a reminder of just how gay he was, but to Patton’s credit, he seemed to recover quickly.
“I…don’t know.” The merman ran his hands over the gash in his tail, wincing, and Logan hummed in sympathy.
“I think it would be best for you to remain here for the time being, at least until you have healed sufficiently.”
“What?” the merman’s head snapped up, his eyes growing wide. “No, you can’t just keep me here, I–”
“It would not be permanent,” Logan assured quickly. “Only until we are sure that you’re well enough to return to the ocean. If you were to return now, in your weakened state, your chances of fully recovering would be slim.”
“Yes, we wouldn’t dream of imprisoning you here like some sort of animal,” Roman chimed in. “Not like those dreadful whalers did.”
“If you really don’t want to stay, kiddo, we won’t force you,” Patton added. “You can make your own choices, after all...we just want to make sure you’re okay.”
The merman looked between the three of them warily, before glancing down at the cuts on his body and nodding slowly.
“Alright then.”
“Oh, yay!” Patton squealed happily, causing the merman to jump slightly. “My name’s Patton, and these are my partners Roman and Logan, do you have a name?”
For a moment, Logan thought the merman wasn’t going to speak, but after a long moment of silence, he opened his mouth again.
“Virgil.”
Logan gave him a small smile.
“Well Virgil, welcome aboard the Sea Serpent.”
--- --- ---
Virgil was very confused. When he’d initially been caught by the human whalers, he’d been sure he was going to die. He saw what they were doing to that whale corpse, and when the humans had hauled him onto their ship and thrown him into a cramped metal pot, he was certain that he would be the next to be chopped into pieces. For three days, he’d tried to untangle himself to no avail, and by the time that Patton had found him, he’d all but given up hope on making it out alive.
But instead of hurting, these three, strange humans were helping him. He’d been on this ship for what was close to a month now, and not once had any one of the crew been hostile towards him. The boat, while not the most spacious of homes, gave him enough room to get himself in virtually any position he wanted to, and he found himself now floating on his back and absently sucked on a fish bone, (the last remnant of the food that Patton had brought him that day) reflecting on the three humans he tended to see the most.
Patton had been the first to visit him frequently. Virgil had honestly been so hungry directly after Logan had gotten the net off of him that he would have accepted anything offered to him, but Patton had asked him what he ate, and when he simply said “fish” brought him three different kinds to choose from, even apologizing for not having more choices. Patton was like a sunbeam incarnate, warm and bright and full of the promise of life, and despite how terrified Virgil had been when they’d first locked eyes, he found himself looking forward to all the times Patton would drop by to see him, not just the ones where he was bringing food.
More confusing was Logan, who should be far more intimidating, with his blunt way of speaking and his detached approach to the world. And yet, Virgil found his words calming, an anchoring grip in the middle of a current, and Virgil began to miss Logan’s soothing, steady voice when he wasn’t around. Even the numerous questions about everything from what Virgil ate to how he learned to talk to whether there were other mermaids besides himself and what their societies were like, were somehow endearing instead of unsettling when they came from Logan. Virgil knew Logan didn’t want to hunt his kind down or dissect them, he was just...curious. Brightly, passionately curious, and that curiosity was infectious.
Virgil found himself asking Logan questions about humans, which Logan was all too happy to answer.
And then there was Roman, loud, boisterous, impossible Roman. If Virgil were honest, the first few times he’d dropped by, Virgil had been annoyed. Roman talked too loud, too fast, and Virgil shouldn’t enjoy his company, he really shouldn’t...except Roman sang nearly everywhere he went, and Virgil couldn’t help but be drawn to the sound. His own song was bottled up inside of him, itching to be released into the world, but Virgil didn’t want to know what might happen to the crew of the Sea Serpent if they suddenly heard siren song coming from inside their own ship. But one day, Roman was packing something up at the other end of the cargo hold, singing a soft and familiar tune as he worked, and Virgil couldn’t help himself.
He sang softly so that none of the crew would hear him, closing his eyes and losing himself in the harmony, ducking and weaving around Roman’s voice as it steadily grew louder–
Virgil’s eyes flew open and Roman was only a few feet away, his work forgotten in the corner.
“Roman, snap out of it!” Virgil cried, and Roman blinked at him in confusion.
“Snap out of what, Vee?”
“I...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Virgil said hurriedly. “I didn’t think you would hear me, I didn’t mean to lure you, I promise–”
“Lure me?”
“My song,” Virgil explained. “You heard me singing.”
“Yes I did,” Roman said with a smile. “It was lovely.”
“Yeah, well, if a human hears my song they get sort of...bewitched? You’ll see your heart’s desire, and have no choice but to follow it. So I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” Roman asked with a laugh. “Newsflash Virgil, I was only coming over because I wanted to hear you sing more. I didn’t see my heart’s desire or anything, I just saw you in your boat, like always.”
Virgil’s heart just about stopped beating right then and there, but he forced his face to remain blank.
“Oh...alright then, I’m uh. I’m glad you’re okay.”
Roman smiled his big, boisterous smile at him, but it suddenly turned shy, and Virgil frowned.
“Do you think you could...do it again?” Roman asked, and Virgil raised an eyebrow.
“Sing with you?”
Roman nodded, and slowly a smile spread across Virgil’s face.
“I’d love to.”
--- --- ---
It had been just over a month, and Virgil’s wounds finally seemed to be completely healed. Logan had looked them over and declared them sufficiently healed, and Virgil swore up and down that the cuts no longer pained him, though there were thin lines of scar tissue up and down his pale purple skin that would forever serve as a reminder to the terrifying ordeal he’d been through. Roman had half a mind to find the crew of The Carlotta again and exact vengeance on behalf of his beloved siren.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Roman’s face turned bright red, and he tried to push it back down into whatever crevice in his heart it had crawled out of, but it was too late. The thought was released into his mind, and now that it was free it was determined to be as loud and noticeable as possible.
Beloved, beloved, beloved.
It was the day Virgil was going to back to the ocean, and Roman didn’t want him to go.
One look at the expressions on his love’s faces as they all gathered on the deck to say goodbye was all he needed to know that they felt the same as him. They had been together long enough to easily tell what the others were feeling, and they all three were painfully aware of how much they would miss Virgil when he was gone. A tiny selfish part of Roman said that he should stay here on the Sea Serpent forever, but unlike his first unbidden thought of the day, this one passed like a wave across the sea before he even had time to process it. For as much as he might want Virgil to stay, he wanted him to be happy much more. And Virgil could never be happy living confined on a ship like this. He deserved his freedom, and Roman’s heart would count itself privileged to have known Virgil while it could.
“Are you ready?”
Logan’s tone was careful and even, but Roman knew his boyfriend well. His voice was too clipped, too measured. He may not be as obvious as Patton trying to hold back tears, but he was just as upset that Virgil was leaving as Roman himself was.
“I think so,” Virgil said. He spoke with so much more confidence now than he had the day they had met, and Roman let himself feel proud that they’d been able to break through Virgil’s rough exterior in the time they’d had to know him.
“Thank you. For everything,” Virgil added, and Roman nodded.
“We’ll miss you, Virgil,” Patton said tearfully, and Virgil smiled softly at him.
“I’ll miss you too, Pat.”
Patton knelt down to hug him, then stepped back so Logan could grasp his hand.
“Thank you for teaching me so much, Virgil. I must admit, I will miss our talks.”
“Me too, Lo,” Virgil said, and then he looked at Roman.
Roman stooped and pressed a kiss to Virgil’s cheek before he could stop himself.
“So long, Dark and Gloomy.”
Virgil looked stunned, but he managed a smile back.
“So long, Princey.”
Virgil looked at the three of them one last time before he turned and pulled himself up over the railing of the ship and disappeared with a splash into the ocean below.
“Oh gee, I’m gonna miss him so much,” Patton sighed, leaning onto Logan’s chest.
“As am I, Patton,” Logan agreed quietly.
Roman did not speak, but he knew he didn’t need to. He turned instead to go help his brother haul the water out of the cargo hold, hoping that the distraction would keep his mind off his feelings.
But before he made it very far, there was a great *splash* behind him, and he turned just in time to see Virgil land back on the deck with a rather comical flopping sound.
“Virgil!” Patton cried, and Virgil took a deep breath.
“Ifitsallthesametoyouguysidliketostayhere,” he rushed out, and Roman’s heart leaped with hope.
“I...I’m sorry, did you say…?” Logan looked confused, but a teensy bit hopeful as well, and Patton was outright beaming.
“Did you say you wanna stay here, kiddo?” he asked, and Virgil nodded, his cheeks flushing a dark purple.
“It...it doesn’t have to be in the dinghy all the time,” he said. “I can swim in the ocean sometimes, catch my own food, that kinda thing. But um...yeah. I’d like to stay with the Sea Serpent. With...with you guys, if that’s okay with–”
“Nothing would make us happier,” Roman said firmly, and Virgil looked up, a shy smile spreading across his face.
“Really?”
“Really,” Roman said, just as Patton squealed and dropped to the deck to wrap Virgil in another hug.
“Get down here, you two,” he ordered, and Roman smiled as he and Logan knelt beside them and allowed themselves to be pulled into the hug.
It was a little bit crowded, and Roman’s shirt was getting wet from where he was pressed against Virgil’s back, but he didn’t care. Right here, sitting on the deck of his ship with the sun overhead and his three loves in his arms, was exactly where Roman wanted to be.
--- --- ---
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A Friend from Another Life
Someone else is here.
She shot up, pulling out her wingman and glancing down the stairs, getting low to the ground- small and undetectable.
They know you- they knew you.
A chill shot up her spine, and her hand flew to her radio, only to find it blocked out by static. Of course, she thought. Glancing out a gap though the wall, she saw nothing. She jumped at a bug which flew by, before retreating back into the building- either out of preparation or pure fear.
[based off a convseration on discord, then started at 2am last night soo lmao]
Also on AO3!
Sent on a scouting mission for Loba, she held a hand on her Wingman and an ear out for, well, herself.
“It's familiar, here.” She thought. “What's the deal?” Her quiet question echoed in her mind, no whispers from the void answering her question, suspiciously. “Fine, be like that.” The swamps of King's Canyon were peaceful at night, all the flyers asleep and bugs chittering about. It's peaceful- yet Wraith felt anything but. She stepped up through the ruined houses, water dripping through the floorboards above and pooling below the house. She grinned as she remembered downing Elliott here, both of them away from their squads to loot. She brushed the spot where he lay before returning to the dropship, and a crackle of electricity shot through her.
Someone else is here.
She shot up, pulling out her wingman and glancing down the stairs, getting low to the ground- small and undetectable.
They know you- they knew you.
A chill shot up her spine, and her hand flew to her radio, only to find it blocked out by static. Of course , she thought. Glancing out a gap though the wall, she saw nothing. She jumped at a bug which flew by, before retreating back into the building- either out of preparation or pure fear.
She took a breathe, clutching her gun in one hand firmly and preparing to void run out if she found herself outnumbered.
"Okay. Best case scenario, no one's here. Worst…" Her thoughts trailed off, not knowing the worst case. The entire IMC-Hammond army? Shadow Revenant? "Breathe, Wraith. Focus."
She took a hesitant step, moving down the stairs. The woman pointed her pistol at the door, then the other. She repeated this until she gently pushed the door open and quickly phased out of instinct. A strange, metallic glint below the water caught her eye, and she returned to reality and clicked on her radio.
"Hey, Loba, I found something. I'll get back to you in a sec." She said, quiet and calm, though she was painfully aware of every sound.
You were close, back then.
Wraith stopped, shook her head and set up the scanner Crypto had given her with. The voices did this occasionally, played with her. Of course, the fighter had grown used to the occasional tease or quip from some other her. But this… this felt cruel, if they were joking.
Wraith, once more, got low to the ground and reached for a weapon, this time her Kunai, knowing she'd give herself enough time to get away if she takes one person out with it.
Beep!
She quickly moved over to the scanner, and she dropped the screen as soon as she saw the results.
There was a titan under there.
A Ronin to be specific- IMC, but clearly abandoned. She turned the scanner onto the drill setting as Crypto told her to- and she dug down deep enough for the Titan to boot itself.
"If this titan attacks me and there's not even a grenade around here, I'm fucked." Wraith though, hands both of her on weapons."Wraith, any progress?" Loba's voice pierced the silence, but Wraith clicked off her radio-link and dropped it, as she heard the Titan make the first signs of being online.
"Ro… Ronin Unit... VW-9767… online." He said, his chrome paint obviously chipped away from ages of neglect.
Wraith stood silent for a moment, waiting for any movement. Upon realising that it was unable to move she stepped forwards.
"VW, um," She paused again, really not knowing what to say. "How long have you been here?"
"Records show I have been stationary for the last… 1,857 days. 5 years, a month and two days. I have remained in a state of standby until my pilot's return." The Titan relayed back, and Wraith sighed.
"Who… who is your pilot?" She asked, and it was unlikely she'd get back someone she knew, right?
"My pilot is… Senior Research Pilot Renee Blasey." They said, unleashing a storm of whispers from the void.
He knew you.
You were close.
He's low on power.
You left him here.
He's not a threat.
"You… knew me? I was your pilot?" She asked, hesitantly. The Titan said nothing for a moment.
"After running a scan on your vocal pattern, I can confirm that you are, indeed, my pilot." The titan shifted slightly, its arm trying to move out of the ground, to no avail. Wraith muttered a 'don't move' before moving to drill out the Ronin. "If I may ask, where have you been, pilot?" Wraith said nothing in reply, not sure how to say that she woke up in an IMC mental institution, was experimented on and then broke out and joined a bloodsport commissioned by Kuben Blisk himself. That's not so easy to explain.
"I've, uh, I lost my memories a while back." She said lowly, even a little guiltily. "I'm sorry, VW. If I knew…"
"I understand, pilot. Please, do not feel guilty on my behalf." VW replied, matching his pilot's low tone. "While you were gone, I was in a state of low power- much like sleep- but unfortunately, I am still in need of an extra battery."
"Alright." She replied, stepping back and letting VW move out of the hole. Clunkily and slowly, the Ronin pulled himself out the hole and moved all his joints as to get rid of all the dirt which clogged them up. “Do you know where to get a battery, VW?”
“Scanning the environment…” He paused, his sensors analysing the local surroundings. “There are none nearby. However, there seems to be a dropship incoming shortly to the west of here.” Wraith’s eyes shot up- before dashing over to the radio unit she dropped on the floor.
“-raith?! Come in, Wraith!” Loba’s voice echoed down the radio unit, clearly anxious.
“I’m here.” She cooly replied, placing the radio unit in her ear. She hears a sigh of relief and a quiet “oh mon dieu” from Natalie, who assumedly rushed over to help find her. “Did you send a dropship out?”“We did, but I’ve only just left. You okay?” Bangalore’s voice met her, sounds of a ship in the background.
“Shit.” The smaller woman cursed, panicking. Someone else was after the titan- or her. “I’ll call you back.”
“Wai-” She cut off the radio, before pocketing it and glancing back at VW.
“You have enough battery in case we need to fight?” She asked her titan, who replied,
“Yes, though I don’t have too long before my last battery runs out.” She nodded stepping toward him. “Your helmet is in my cockpit.” He said before opening up, allowing Wraith to swing in and see the helmet. It was dark purple and had a small yellow triangle on it. She paused, realising it was the helmet the other Wraith was wearing when she was in the IMC headquarters. “Something wrong?”
She smiled slightly. “No, not at all.” She slipped it on and sat in the seat, allowing VW to autopilot. She watched the HUD appear on the screen in front of her. Three statements appeared in red before disappearing again.
Protocol 1: Link to Pilot
Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission
Protocol 3: Protect the Pilot
“When was the last time you were in a titan, pilot?” VW asked, starting to move. Each step was slow and calculated- though there was improvement until VW got into his usual stride.
“I haven’t.” She replied, adjusting to the movement.
“Okay, our neural link will be suboptimal for a few days, but as long as you keep that helmet on, your link to me will calibrate and improve.” She nodded, feeling the link’s slight influence on VW’s movement. The dropship could be heard nearby but Wraith felt confident in her titan’s abilities. “So, tell me, pilot, is the IMC still a thing?”
“Well,” She thought for a moment, memories rushing back to here and fleeting just as quick. “It’s, uh, complicated? I don’t work for them, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I see.” The titan was quiet, for a moment Wraith was scared the titan was about to turn on her before something appeared again.
Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission - Unclear..?
“Wraith, report!” Bangalore ordered, her radio crackling to life. VW scanned the radio briefly, before,
“I have linked your radio to your helmet, pilot.”
“Holy SHIT, IS THAT A TITAN?!” Bangalore shouted, dropship looming above.
“It’s a long story, Bangs. I’ll explain at Elliott’s.” She replied, seeing a dropship hovering over the Hydro Dam. “Where are you?”
“Over the ARES Capacitor, why?”
You’re being looked at.“Fuck. VW, cut through those trees-” She ordered, her link too weak to take full control. She looked back, and she saw that they were attracting attention. “-go, NOW!” He picked up the pace, wobbling slightly but following his orders instantly. Wraith felt a calming feeling and assumed it was VW’s response to her nerves. Picking up the pace, he neared the Capacitor, and Bangalore waved them over, surprise evident on her face.“Wraith, I hate to tell you this, but there is no fucking way that Ronin is getting on here.” Bangalore stated, and Wraith hummed in the affirmative.“Pilot, if I may suggest something?” VW asked.“Sure, go on.” “If you eject my AI core, then you may upload me into a newer titan later on.” Wraith hummed, considering it for a moment before going.“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.” She stood slightly, allowing VW to let her out before she stood in front of him, allowing him to kneel down.“And Pilot?”“Yeah?”“Thank you for finding me. I… I missed you.”Wraith smiled and placed a hand on his eye. Gently, she felt it push against her hand and she pulled it out, along with the SERE Kit. Bangalore gave a low wolf whistle as Wraith pulled off her helmet, and took the SERE Kit from her.“Haven’t seen one’ a these for a long time. FNG’s would always try an’ steal from the titans.” The soldier said, pulling out the smart pistol briefly, and putting it back in. “So, how long were you gonna hide you were a pilot?”“I didn’t know, Bang. Apparently, I was a ‘Senior Research Pilot’, which explains a few things, I guess.” Bangalore nodded, having too much respect for Wraith to push any further. “Well, let’s get you back, and then we’ll figure out how to get you a chassis.”Wraith nodded, before taking one look at her old titan and her helmet before stepping onto the dropship.
#apex#Apex Legends#Wraith#renee blasey#bangalore#anita williams#loba#loba andrade#titanfall 2#ronin tf2#my writing
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A list of prompts...
...from the asks of my old sanders sides smut blog that I will never get around to writing for one reason or another, so, feel free to take them and use them in whatever way you want. (And feel free to tag me too)
[Sorry if any of these prompts are yours, yes some are very old, but I’ve either had no inspiration for them, dislike the ship for it now (in the case of prinxiety prompts), I simply have been unable to write them, or I’ve got something very similar already in the works]
prompt: patton x virgil with a daddy kink and some spanking? maybe patton punishing him for being bad or talking back-- or for teasing him to much. (i love the headcanons where patton is secretly kinky and that his entire personality changes in bed--) this is my first time asking for a prompt on a smut blog so sorry if its to kinky (or not kinky enough-- )
Prompt: Virgil taking care of Patton, not necessarily because Patton needs it, but because Virgil wants to. Virgil kissing, cuddling, praising, and loving on Patton (NSFW). Maybe body worship?
Prompt: Virgil accidentally bursting out to Roman: "I just had the weirdest dream about you and now i can’t stop imagining what you’d look like naked"
“Tie my jacket around your waist? Gross-! Just because you couldn’t hold it doesn’t mean I have to get my clothes soiled, too.” Virgil is the one who pissed himself, he washing his jacket or something already so he asked for Roman's jacket.
Prompt: “If you hadn’t drank so much everytime we go somewhere, you wouldn’t have had this problem…” if you’re up for it maybe Princiety? Thank you! I love your writing so much ❤️
Prompt: Sugardaddy au, Moxiety - Virgil is an art major at college and he wants to become an art teacher, but it's really hard for him because of his anxiety. He has a job that doesn't pay too well, but it's okay and he does art commissions for money, but he doesn't sleep or eat enough and is constantly stressed. So when he meets Patton and they get to know each other, Patton offers to be his Sugardaddy, but Virgil refuses. He always has been always will be. Patton continues to insist.
oneshot: virgil goes to see roman in a show and roman sneaks him backstage and dresses him in a costume and fucks virgil in it and makes him cum multiple times
Prompt: so Idk if you've looked at the omorashi tag recently put there us a post ralking about 'voodoo bladder control' and I was wondering if you could write a fic witg roman controlling virgil's bladder all day and V just losing it because "oh my God roman pleaseeee" but he can't do anything cause the group is spending time together and virgil is so embarrassed. I hope this makes sense, also love your blog btw it's amazing💙💙
Prompt: Three of the Sides tied down, vibrating cock rings on each of them. The one Side not tied up is dominating them all, teasing them further and further till all of them are begging messes. Each one tied down trying to please the dom the most so that they could finally cum.
Plz write a fic (or hc you choose fam) of the dom pat wanting sub Virge to scream for him. I beg💜
Fic prompt: strong Patton and needy verge. Virgil's a jittery mess and he needs something but getting off alone isn't helping. Que Pat walking in on the writhing whining mess that is virgil on the bed and just instantly picks him up. Of course this causes him to wrap his legs around the elder side. Long story short pat fucking him hard up against the wall is exactly what he needs 💜
Prompt: Remy and a side of your choosing indulging in some mild bondage and somnopholia
Prompt anon here sorry I haven't been online until now. I'm used to people /wanting/ vague prompts so I'm sorry for that. Maybe some moxiety with Virgil asking/begging Patton to do something and getting told to do it himself. (I.e., wanting to be fucked and ending up riding Patton and doing the work etc)
Prinxiety Prompt: "You look so helpless. How does it feel not having the upper hand?" When Virgil decides that he's gonna top Roman, and Roman talks a big game about how Virgil don't break him but uhh...... He breaks
Hello again! I’m the somnophilia Logince anon. Okay so maybe Logan and Roman are cuddling and then Roman ‘falls asleep’ and somehow tells (maybe Morse code or something) Logan that he wants to do this so Logan just sucks roman off and whispering ‘please don’t wake up’
Can you do a fic where Patton makes Virgil wear a vibrator and has a control for it and loves to set it off at random times?... Sometimes even in public. He does it when he doesn't listen to him. Virgil tries not to be turned on or react buuuut it doesn't work.
OH OKAY basically Logan and Roman are arguing about who can do things better and it goes from “i can make decisions better than you” to “at least I’m better at kissing” and then all the way to “i ride dick better than anyone” and it’s very sexually and frustration charged but ends happily post orgasms
prompt: Patton taking Virgil's virginity and it just being really soft and sweet 💕
Then could you do some logince knifeplay? Like power bottom Logan riding Roman who’s tied up and he’s using the (dull sided) knife and saying stuff like “Be still, we wouldn’t want to cut up that pretty face of yours.” And “How defenseless you look, a daring prince in the face of danger, moaning and whining for more.”
Omo prinx anon - I just really like the idea of Virgil flipping it around on usually dom roman, both of them surprised at how much they enjoy it. I’m new to omo? So I’m not sure. But maybe some light restraints? Praise/degradation? Roman being the bigger stronger one but Virgil is still completely in control?
Virgil and Patton go out to the mall, and Virgil waits too long to go to the bathroom, and the nearest one is out of order.
Fic: Patton making Virgil his pretty kitty, complete with a tail, ears, and a collar.
Prompt: Logan stressed out by school/finals/homework that one of the others fuck him to relax him enough to sleep.
Hcs or Prompt. Roman and Vergil sharing ice cream. Vergil flicks a spoonful of ice cream on Roman's shirt. say "Guess we gotta remove that shirt." Roman then smears a spoonful of ice cream down Vergil's cheek and across his shoulder. He then licks and sucks his way back up to vergil's mouth.
Yee! A few I have: Virgil gets scared/anxious and doesn’t realize it but he wets himself out of fear? (Could also work for Patton too) Or, on a lighter note, Roman or Patton giggling so hard they wet themselves. :3 (I blame my friend for that last one). Do with them what you wish my pal. -DA
If requests are open, is it possible for you to write a fake-rape prinxiety fic? Consensual non consent or whatever, with dom Virgil? ~ 💛
So um I'm not a fan of omo but prompt: Patton reminding everyone to stay hydrated and when they don't listen, Patton going all Dom on them forcing them to drink water and then things get messy and omo ensues
Logince and some accidental bondage + some sleepy sex (waking up to a blowjob and being so tangled in the sheets that they're technically restrained)
I'd die for some Remy getting recked, probably by Roman after he was done of the other's pettiness. Basically the prince trying to tame the brat (?) - Cal
when you have a chance could you do something with virgil getting wrecked, maybe by deciet and sleep, maybe have him cry alittle? Thanks you
Prompt: Roman and Logan deciding to shop online and the first thing to pop up on Romans computer is porn. Graphic porn. They decide to... recreate it - new ask sender whom you can call Louise
roman having a collar that says property of virgil or summin, and virgil finds it and ro is embarrassed but virge loves it!! also like. us petplay enthused fanders are having a field week
Prompt: Roman in a skirt in a train, Logan is with him. Ends up fucking him in public while on the train with a few people here and there in the car.
It's slightly odd but like, reverse daddy kink where Virgil is the one who likes being called "Daddy", along with bondage and a Pat being very loud and whimpery. You can choose the situation
#sanders sides smut#not safe for sanders#prompt#prompts#shut up el#important#smuttysanderssidestwopointoh#smuttysanderssides
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YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING AMAZING
I posted about my tablet issues this morning- not more than 4-5 hours ago, and you guys just pulled through so quickly I was left in tears for all the commissions I had-- some of you even donated and I am-- thats what really hit me the most.
You followers and supporters are the most amazing people- I know I dont respond to all of you, and sometimes I can seem distant, but you are all so amazing and appreciated--
Thank you all so much. The tablet has been ordered!!! Meanwhile, I’ll work on all of your commissions!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH AGAIN!!!! <3333
Special thanks to:
@chaoticdoodler @dunkybritscuit @spokenwithhands @graceless-fall AND FINALLY ROS BECAUSE THEY HELPED ME OUT SO MUCH AND I WOULD NOT BE HERE WITHOUT THEM!!!!! <3
THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!!
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100 Follower Giveaway!
Hi everyone!
I’m about to crack 100 Followers, which is AWESOME!! Thank you all so much!
As a thank you for 100 followers, I’m doing a giveaway! The first fifteen people to send me an ask with a request will get a free commission from me! Here are the rules:
1.) My goal is to give you the absolute best work I can give. Therefore if your request is something I feel like I can’t do well / I am not comfortable doing, I have the right to refuse it.
2.) I’m okay with writing NSFW, but only if you specify that you want it. I will NOT write underage/non-con
3.) Please specify if you want a specific ship, or if you’d like it to be character x reader. If you’re a mutual, I will include your OC in the requested story if you should want them, provided you give me enough details to write them properly. ^_^
Since this is primarily a Star Wars account, Star Wars is my main fandom, but if you want something else, here are the other fandoms I can write for:
Star Wars
Les Miserables
Hamilton
Sherlock
Supernatural
Harry Potter
Most Marvel
Grey’s Anatomy
Stardew Valley (video Game)
If you don’t see your fandom on the list, feel free to shoot me a message, I’m sure there’s others I forgot that my sleepy brain cant dredge up at the moment.
Thanks again for 100 Followers everyone! I cherish each and every one of you.
-Ro
#Ro writes#sparrow speaks#star wars#les miserables#hamilton#sherlock#supernatural#harry potter#marvel#grey's anatomy#stardew valley#star wars x reader#star wars fanfiction#les miserables x reader#Les miserables fanfiction#Hamilton x reader#Hamilton fanfiction#Sherlock x reader#Sherlock fanfiction#supernatural x reader#supernatural fanfiction#harry potter x reader#harry potter fanfiction#marvel x reader#marvel fanfiction#grey's anatomy x reader#grey's anatomy fanfiction#stardew valley x reader#stardew valley fanfiction
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I know it’s already March, but I was so busy yesterday that I forgot. And also February is shorter anyway, so...
Anyway, here we go! Round 2!
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Introduce yourself, please! Who are you?
Hiya! I’m Writhing/Sintero, antithesis of good taste, and black sheep of the Staraccuser fandom. ;D
According to @scorpling:
It was a thundering night, ages ago, when I was first summoned onto the realm of mortals in a ritual of blood and screams. And now, for the greater purpose that was placed upon me, I find myself in the arts of carnal pictures and words.
I also take commissions.
How and when did you get into the pairing?
Fun fact: I’m a fandom granny. So, after watching GotG and falling in love with the characters, I unhooked my phone and booted up the good ol’ dial-up modem to go onto the interwebs. As it turned out, Yahoo!groups and Livejournal were apparently no longer the “in thing,” and I found myself having to consult the Google to find out where all of the hip kids were congregating (and posting porn). The first result was Tumblr, the first search I did on Tumblr was for Ronan, and the first post I ever liked was the Staraccusevents call for gift requests. After perusing the Staraccuser tag, I realized that, “hey, yeah, it would be pretty sweet if Peter and Ro were boning.” That’s when Staubengel sunk her claws into me, and never let go.
What made you stay in the fandom?
An intense and well justified fear of @staubengel hunting me down where I live and permanently removing my kneecaps.
Well, that and the fact that Ronan will never stop being my favorite bald, blue sex god. <3
What do you like about the pairing?
I really enjoy the balance of Peter’s bombastic personality and Ronan’s flat affect. It makes for a fun dynamic to explore in fanworks.
Too, I’m almost thankful for the MCU version of Ronan being rather unidimensional in that it allows for a lot of Leeway (har har har) in playing with the potential of what his character could be.
What was your favourite part of GotG with them in it (not necessarily together)?
I adore the intro in the first GotG! We see Peter’s trademark buffoonery, but his immature facade belies the competence and strategy with which he then escapes Korath and Co. It’s a really neat way of layering his characterization with nuance so early in the film.
For Ronan, I love the scene where he battles Drax and dumps him in the vat of CSF. Everything Ronan does in this scene is so lackadaisical. His power is vast and he’s confident in his own strength. He’s lovely.
Do you like your Ronan redeemed or still a fun, blue zealot?
Redemption is for the weak! ;D
Honestly, I tend to stray from the zealot concept, but he will always be a murderous, self important jackhole to me.
What is your favourite kink/setting/trope/AU for this pairing?
I’m a sucker for Ravager!Ronan. Having him as a self-serving antihero, working in conjunction with Yondu, is the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. *swoons*
Extra points if Ronan is a disgraced, disenchanted Accuser when he joins up.
Extra, extra points if he’s Yondu’s underling.
(Also, weird alien dicks, ngl.)
What kind of content to you create within the fandom? Fanfics, fanart, edits, something else?
Oh gosh, all of the above! XD Most of my fanworks are either art or fic, posted here and on AO3.
What is your favourite self-made content you yourself have created for this fandom?
Probably my fic Ebb and Flow (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11035590), on AO3. Ravager!Ronan is my jam, and this fic was my first foray into really exploring his character. <3
Tell us a bit about it! How did you come up with the idea behind that content and how did you bring it to life?
This was actually written as part of the Staraccuser Week extravaganza on Tumblr. Each chapter is essentially a snapshot of Peter's life as he grows up aboard the Eclector under the reluctant guidance of Ronan, with the chapter concepts corresponding to the daily themes of Staraccuser Week.
It was wickedly fun to write, and @prisdreamsbravely was absolutely instrumental to the process of bringing my vision to life. Though, fair warning, please heed the tags.
What other fan(s) do you admire in the fandom?
There’s so much unbelievable talent in this fandom! It’s hard to list everyone! Off of the top of my head:
@staubengel
@scorpling
@fancykraken
@diarmour
@prisdreamsbravely
@sun-stark
They are all wickedly good at what they do, and amazing people to boot.
What is your favourite content someone else has created for this fandom?
Incidentally, I love to collect stupid and/or silly mugs. @lydiabutz‘s bit of brilliance will always be one of my favorites!
Has the fandom affected your life in anyway?
This fandom led me to meeting some genuinely amazing friends, and I am forever thankful for such a gift. <3 <3 <3
Also, I will never look at seals the same way again.
Some of Writhingbeneathyou’s work on tumblr:
Fanart: Mermaid AU
Fanart: Kiss
Fanart: fem!Peter
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Hello everyone ! My name is Ro, I’m 21 years old and currently a suffering college student in the middle of New York. I’ve been writing since I was around eight years old: my first ever fanfiction was a Star Wars Original Trilogy story that involved Yoda pushing Luke around in a wheel-barrel. I fell in love with writing, and have been in love since.
I’m currently working on an EU novel and several other small projects with a variety of other friends. Hopefully these will be up within the next year or so, as we’re doing our very bests to expedite the writing process.
I decided to open up commissions when I was eighteen due to some financial troubles I began to experience. Not that I’m new to financial struggles; my mother has always worked very hard, but we’ve eaten buttered bread (and sometimes bread without butter) for dinner in years past, and we will again. Since I’m a full time college student and can’t support a job during my studies, I opted to try and make some extra cash through this to pay the bills and hopefully ease the financial burden of a college education on my mother.
That said, I would truly appreciate any support you can give me, even if that’s reblogging & sharing my commissions post, sharing my ao3 writing with others by bookmarking it, or else just leaving me nice comments! They really help me get through the tough days <3 thank you so much for reading, and I hope to write for you soon!
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