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Aemond Targaryen × Pregnant!Reader

Synopsis: The Blacks invade King's Landing. Aemond and his wife make a daring escape.

Reader is Daemon's daughter. No physical description except for Targaryen features (violet eyes and white hair)

A/N: thank you guys so much for all your support and love for my last fic!! It's so encouraging to know that y'all enjoyed it and I have about 5 other wips waiting in my drafts that I'm super excited to write!

Anyways, back at it again with the ANGST💅

Warnings: Heavy angst, stabbing, attempted murder, mentions of war, blood, gore, pregnancy loss, death

"Come, little dove, we must hurry!" Aemond whispered into the darkness. Y/N waddled around their darkened chambers, her pregnant belly making mobility slightly difficult. Even during this dire time, Aemond took a moment to admire his bride. The pregnancy gave her the most beautiful glow. Excitement glimmered in his chest at the thought of meeting the babe within her. He was hoping for a little girl with her mother's gentle eyes to dote upon. The only source of light were the fires currently burning through King's Landing. The flames cast a romantic yellow hue over her delicate features and made her silvery hair glow.

The Blacks decided to invade whilst the Red Keep slept. They brought their dragons: Caraxes, Tyraxes, Syrax, and Moondancer. All of which were currently wreaking havoc, circling the sky over the dragon pits waiting for their prey. Hundreds of Black bannermen and foot soldiers stormed the city, pillaging and slaughtering anyone they deemed loyal to the Greens.

Just a week prior, Y/N received a raven from her stepmother, Rhaenyra, urging her to leave the city as soon as possible. The letter promised safe passage to Pentos to wait out the destruction until the babe is born. Rhaenyra always held a certain affection for the girl. She willingly and eagerly took the young one under her wing after marrying Daemon.

Y/N notified Aemond of the letter immediately. He spent days planning their escape; which tunnels they would use, where they would dock the rowboat at the end of the tunnel, and which of the little islands would Vhagar wait for them.

Three days prior to tonight, Aemond stashed their luggage on the island they decided on and Vhagar would fly there early the next morn, ideally undetected.

Shouting could be heard through the large oaken door. The Blacks had infiltrated the Keep.

Anxiety clawed it's way into Aemond's chest. For the first time since he was a mere child he felt powerless.

He clutched Y/N's hand tightly, gently kissing her shivering fingers before pulling her towards the passage hidden within their chambers.

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Light was sparse in the bowels of the foreboding Keep, but the violet-eyed pair pressed on.

The clinking of metal armor stopped them in their tracks, nerves on high alert. Y/N felt her heart drop into her stomach and her knees felt wobbly as Aemond tucked her into a small alcove, shielding her body with his. Together, they held their breath and waited for the soldier to pass. Whether he was Green or Black did not matter, the couple did not want to risk finding out.

A brief moment of silence hung heavily in the air before Aemond spoke.

"My love, if we run into trouble promise me you will run. I will hold whoever it is off..."

"Aemond, do not speak like this." Y/N's voice wobbled. "You are frightening me."

"I apologize, my love. I just want you to know I will do whatever I can to protect you. Both of you." Her heart quivered at his confession.

"It will not come to that." She spoke sternly, "I have the dagger you gifted me on my last name day and I intend to use it, husband." Aemond chuckled at his fierce little wife.

"I know you will. Come, let us continue. We are almost to Balerion's skull."

Aemond held Y/N's hand tightly in his, leading her deeper and deeper through the winding halls.

Aemond swallowed thickly as he thought of his mother, sister, and brother. He prayed for their safety before they made their escape. Surely, at least Heleana would be spared because of her innocence in this mess and his mother because of her past closeness with Rhaenyra. He knew Aegon would meet the Stanger quickly once the Blacks seized him. His drunken brother was still that, his brother and the thought made his violet eye burn with unshed tears.

Aemond's choice to choose his wife and child over his family did not come lightly to him. This is a thought that he had agonized over ever since Y/N received the raven.

Massive stonework created ominous shadows and ancient wood creaked. The Keep itself seemed to be alive that night.

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Alas! Y/N spotted the mouth of the tunnel in the distance. Excitement made her fingers tingle as she sped up her steps.

Closer and closer they came to the end, the blackened sea coming into view along with the trusty little rowboat. Y/N could smell the briny spray from her location in the tunnel.

Freedom was within their grasp! Seeing the rowboat 'neath the moonlight spurred them on. Just a few more-

"Escaping into the night with your treasonous husband, daughter?"

Y/N felt her blood freeze.

Daemon stepped out from the shadows, along with him his bloodthirsty hounds he calls the Queensguard, surrounding the couple.

"Father, please. Let us pass. We have no fight with you." Daemon chuckled, but the humor did not reach his cold eyes. Aemond gripped his sword beneath his cloak, praying Y/N would heed his words for once. 'Run! You must run now, you insolent little girl!' He thought.

"Rhaenyra promised us safe passage. Please."

"Who's idea do you think that was, my dear?"

Y/N could nearly feel her soul shudder at the betrayal. This was intended. It was a test to see if Y/N would abuse the Queen's mercy by smuggling her husband out as well. And she fell for it so easily. Such pretty words on parchment had swayed her tender heart, filling her with hope. Hope that was so easily stifled with a penetrating stare from her father.

Aemond unsheathed his sword, immediately swinging at an unsuspecting guard, killing him.

"No! Wait!" Y/N begged her husband. Drawing blood would allow them no mercy from Daemon.

'Use this distraction run!' Aemond thought, frustrated.

She unsheathed her own dagger and moved so her back was against her husband's, giving the two full view of the guards circled around them.

"You've opened your legs for my cunt of a nephew and now his spawn resides within you. You will get no mercy from me daughter."

"Father, you pushed for this marriage! Do not forget you wanted to forge an alliance with them!" Y/N shouted, "you are solely responsible for this."

"A decision I regret deeply, Y/N. It is clear whose side you chose and you are no daughter of mine. Sieze them."

The clash of swords rang out behind her and she heard Aemond's grunts of exertion. She swiped at the neck of the guard in front of her and hot sticky blood sprayed on her face.

Aemond's scream in pain stilled her heart. She turned and saw him kneeling, the back of his calf split open, tendons and muscle severed. Still, he swung his sword in vain.

The brief distraction allowed two guards to roughly seize her arms, their bruising grip forcing a yelp from her lips.

Three men wrangled Aemond's arms behind them, he still snarled and squirmed in their grip.

Aemond's eye met Y/N's tortured gaze. A stone sunk in her stomach when she fully realized the gravity of their position.

"You will pay for betraying your Queen, but who will I take first? My traitor daughter and the Green bastard inside her or my nephew, the Kinslayer?" Daemon's tone had a sickening teasing lilt to it, as if he was entertaining a child.

"Well the decision is easy." Daemon stalked over to his prey, dagger drawn and glinting eerily in the moonlight.

"Father, wait, please, don't do this, WAIT! NO WA-" the air was forced from Y/N's lungs as the blade plunged into her gut. And again. And again. And again.

Aemond let out an anguished cry that shook the granite walls behind them. Tears of rage and grief poured out of his eyes, a haunting sight as the sapphire glimmered within his socket.

Y/N could not take a breath as she felt the white hot pain erupt over her swollen abdomen.

The guards released her and she fell limply to the ground.

Then Daemon turned to Aemond, who was choking on his tears and sobs.

"Kill him. When you are done, meet me in the Keep."

A Queensguard brandished a blade in front of Aemond and proceeded to bury to it multiple times in his guts.

Aemond was dropped to the ground as he gasped for breath, the Queensguard retreating into the tunnel.

Aemond crawled to his wife, each drag of his body agony as the rough shoreline tormented his wounds.

He grasped her hand. Shock jolted him as he realized she was alive, but only just.

Together, they propped themselves against the large boulder behind them. Aemond wrapped his arm around his little wife. A sweet and gently embrace that would ease their passage to the Stanger.

"It hurts, Aemond" Y/N whimpered.

"I know, my love." It was all Aemond could say. He failed her. He failed his duty as a husband and a father.

Together they shivered as the life continued to drip from them slowly.

Aemond thought back to their wedding, a day he longed to return to at this hour. If he closed his eye tightly and prayed hard enough, perhaps he would find himself standing in front of her, her eyes shining with love and a small cut adorning her luscious lower lip. Intermingling of their blood gave birth to their marriage. It was fitting that it would see the end of it, too.

"We were so close. We were nearly free." Aemond whispered. Y/N's gasping breaths, while not terribly loud, echoed in his ears. He knew she was not long for this earthly realm.

He held her tightly until he felt her head gently lay on his shoulder. He let out a shuddering breath and he knew.

His throat burned as he spoke, "come, my love, this is no place to die."

With a final surge of energy he stood, shakily. The gash across his calf rendered his left leg useless. Still, he stumbled and groaned through each step. He brought her to the rowboat and gently set her down in it, bundling up his cloak so her head could lay comfortably, his beautiful wife. He gently stroked her now-cold cheeks, chilled by the Stranger's kiss.

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Each stroke of the oar set fire to Aemond's stomach, the grave wounds stretching uncomfortably as he rowed.

"VHAGAR" he shouted into the void. He called for her, again and again. He begged for his dragon until his throat was scratchy and raw.

The sound of powerful wings flapping could be heard in the distance.

The great she-dragon hovered over the boat as Aemond nestled himself next to his bride. The surge had dampened immensely. His tired eye gazed up at his beast.

"Vha...Vhagar" his spirit was dwindling as his eye fluttered heavily.

"Dracarys." It was all he could muster before slipping into the darkness to join his wife again, his little dove.

A pillar of flame reduced the boat to nothing, the ashes swirling togerther in their black watery grave.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x fem!reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd aemond #house of the dragon

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milfsloverblog · 8 months

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Green-Eyed Monster (NSFW)

Jane Murdstone x fem!reader

A/N: This is a request that I got a long while ago, something about Jane and some drama/smut. I apologise to whoever sent the request, I can’t find it in my inbox anymore. I started writing this fic so long ago, all the wips in my notes cheered when I typed in the last word. As always, Jane is the reddest redflag. Enjoy!<3

AO3 link in title

You loved Alice, you loved the way she always found a way to make you laugh. When she joined the staff at the Murdstone mansion, you immediately knew you two would be good friends.

Oh yes, you loved Alice. But not like you loved your Lady. Not like you loved Jane.

Loving Jane was like sitting in the sun after a long day of hard work. It warmed your heart and soul, making you feel incredibly alive.

Jane, on the other hand, had thought of a thousand ways to get rid of Alice. Going from simply firing her and making sure she’d never find work again all the way to wrapping her strong hands around the maid’s frail neck and squeezing until it snapped.

She would never, of course. But she was thinking about it. The thought of Alice being overly friendly and so close to you made it really hard for Jane to work through her feelings of homicidal rage.

It wasn’t fair. It was not fair that this silly little thing was allowed to spend her days by your side, making you laugh at her idiotic jokes while Jane could only spend a couple of hours with you late at night when the whole household was already asleep.

“She is being overly friendly to you, and I do not like it.” Jane groaned as you pulled the pins out of her hair.

“There is nothing more than friendship between Alice and me, Jane, you know that.” You reassured your lover, placing a soft kiss on her freckled shoulder.

“To you, perhaps! I see the way she is always trying to touch you, squeezing your shoulder as she walks by or holding onto your arm when she delivers one of her idiotic jokes. Has she never been told that we must not touch what is not ours?” The tall woman huffed, getting more agitated by the second. That silly little maid gave her murderous thoughts.

“I don’t think Alice sees me as anything more than a good friend, and even if she does…I’m yours.” You whispered, brushing your fingers through Jane’s raven locks and gently massaging her scalp.

Jane’s shoulders visibly relaxed and you pushed a soft smile, locking eyes with your lover in the mirror.

“I’m afraid I can not stay with you tonight, Jane. Mister Murdstone has asked me to be up at sunrise to run some errands, and I could use the sleep.” You gave the tall woman an apologetic smile, feeling her shoulders tense once more. You would have loved to spend the night with Jane but you barely got any sleep when you did, the two of you usually too busy making love to each other.

“Right.” She spat out, her lips pressed in a thin line. “Go back to the servant’s quarter, I bet you are craving to get back to your Alice.”

“Jane,” You tutted. “You are being rude, my love. There is nothing I want more than to spend the night in your arms, but I can’t. Not tonight.”

Jane huffed loudly, crossing her arms against her chest and refusing to look at you.

“Fine, sulk if you want.” You kissed the top of the woman’s head and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Sleep well, Jane.” You said, taking a last look at her reflection in the mirror before leaving the bedroom.

But Jane didn’t sleep well. She barely slept at all, her mind filled with thoughts of Alice’s hands on your body. It was unbearable, so much so that Jane came up with a plan. She needed that stupid girl to understand that you were hers, and she would make sure of it.

You had not expected Mister Murdstone’s errands to be taking so long to run. You had been gone from the house since sunrise and only came back around tea time, letting a sigh of relief out as you placed the heavy baskets you were carrying down. Food, clothing, newspapers, it was as if Edward Murdstone had decided that everything that could be fetched from town needed to be fetched that day.

You had barely stepped into the servant’s quarter when two hands wrapped around your waist and spun you around.

“I thought you would never be back! Thought you had run away for good!” Alice’s lips spread in a wide smile, making you laugh.

“Sure, and to go where, mm?” You shook your head. “Those errands he makes us run, they get worse every single time.”

“I know. I think he enjoys exhausting us as much as he possibly can.” Alice nodded. “Oh, Miss Murdstone has asked for me to take care of her tonight.”

Your body froze for a second and you had to take a deep breath before acting unfazed. You were about to ask for more details when a bell rang in the quarter, signalling that the Lady of the house was ready for her afternoon tea.

“Let me take care of it.” You pushed a smile and disappeared into the kitchen, quickly putting the kettle on.

A few minutes later you stepped into the study where Jane was sitting with her embroidery.

“My Lady,” You nodded, placing the tray on the table right next to her.

The tall woman barely acknowledged you as she placed her embroidery on the side and poured herself a cup of tea.

“I was made aware that you requested Alice to assist you tonight. Is my presence no longer required, my Lady?”

Jane’s eyes snapped to your face and you hoped she understood the hidden meaning behind your words. Do you not love me anymore?

“Were you made aware that your presence was no longer required?” The woman asked, her eyes slightly narrowing.

“No, my Lady.”

“Good. You shall be in my bedroom at seven sharp, as usual.” She said before taking a sip of tea and shooing you out of the room.

You knocked on the bedroom door at seven sharp, pushing it open and making your way inside only to find that Alice was already there.

“Good. Well, now that everyone is here…Sit.” Jane told Alice, pointing at the chair in the corner of the room. “Can’t you follow a simple order?! Sit!” She hissed when the maid didn’t obey fast enough.

Alice quickly walked to the chair and sat down, eyes wide in fear of what would happen to her next.

You stood still in the middle of the room as Jane circled you, feeling like a prey being hunted and played with by a predator.

“You see, Alice, you have gotten awfully close to something that belongs to me.” Jane said as she came to a stop behind you. You felt her tug at the knot on your apron before she took it off, letting it fall to the ground.

Alice watched in horror as Jane’s hands traveled to your front, groping your breasts through your dress before she moved to unbutton it.

“Did you know our little lady’s maid here loves to forgo underwear?” Jane smirked, watching Alice’s cheeks turn crimson as she opened your unbuttoned shirt to reveal your bare breasts. “Would you like to know how I know that?” The woman asked, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. “I told her to.” She grinned and peeled your shirt from your body, letting in join your apron on the floor.

Alice tried hard not to let her eyes roam on your bare flesh, but she was unable to stop herself which only fuelled Jane’s anger.

“I told you she was interested in more than friendship.” Jane hissed in your ear, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin and your nipples to harden.

“M-Miss Murdstone-“ Alice said barely audibly. “I don’t think I should be here.”

“Quiet!” Jane barked. “Don’t you dare move from that chair or I will have you fired by tomorrow morning.”

“Jane…” You sighed and felt the woman’s fingers grab a handful of your hair before giving it a harsh tug, tilting your head so you’d look at her.

“Oh no,” She smirked. “Tonight you will address me either as Miss Murdstone or my Lady.”

She wouldn’t play nice tonight, then.

“Yes, my Lady.” You whispered, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

Jane almost considered indulging you, she almost pressed a kiss to your lips but quickly changed her mind. This wasn’t about your or her pleasure, it was about teaching Alice a good lesson.

“Take your skirt off.” Jane ordered, letting her hands roam on your stomach for a second before pulling away. “I doubt you are wearing anything underneath it but if you are, take those off as well.”

A deep blush crept up your chest as you pulled your skirt down and stepped out of it, revealing that you were, in fact, not wearing anything underneath it. A low chuckle came from Jane’s throat and you waited, eyes closed, for the next order when you felt her lips on your shoulder and hands on your waist, her short fingernails digging into your flesh.

“Spread your legs.” She hummed near your ear and you obeyed without a second thought, your body shuddering when one of her hands snaked from your waist to your bush, resting there for a few seconds before she finally pushed two of her fingers between your folds.

“Well, well,” Jane tutted, pulling her fingers away from you and lifting them to show off the wetness that glistened on them. “Do you like having an audience?” She smirked, her eyes locking with Alice’s as she pushed her digits into her mouth and licked them clean.

The heat coursing through your body felt unbearable, a mix of both shame and arousal that made you feel dizzy.

“Yes, my Lady.” You admitted, whining when Jane’s fingers found their way back between your legs.

“You see, Alice,” Jane looked at the girl on the chair. “This one might act like a prude around you, but she is a filthy whore.” She chuckled lowly, her other hand moving to grab one of your breasts.

Jane expertly flicked her thumb on your nipple before giving it a sharp tweak, making you cry out as your sopping wet cunt clenched around nothing.

“Careful, we wouldn’t want the whole household to know you let your Lady have you.”

Jane didn’t let you answer, choosing instead to slip her fingers deep inside you and relishing in the guttural moan that tore itself from your mouth. She let her fingers commence their skillful ballet, pulling them out of you almost entirely only to push them back in up to the hilt.

It didn’t take long for you to turn into a mess, grinding down on Jane’s fingers as she crooked them to press against the soft, spongy spot that sent lighting shooting up your spine.

Your sinful moans mixing with the wet sounds coming from between your legs only spurred Jane on, her blue eyes fixed on the maid sitting in the corner of the room with her mouth wide open.

“Why don’t you tell your little friend who you belong to, mm?” Jane’s voice echoed in your mind.

“You! Y-yours, I’m yours!” You cried out. “All yours, my Lady!”

“Mine.” Jane snarled looking at Alice, hoping the message was clear.

Her free hand joined the busy one between your legs to circle your clit as she relentlessly pounded into you and could hear yourself begging from a distance - please, please, I can not hold back anymore. It felt like an eternity before Jane finally allowed you to cum, your cunt instantly clenching around her fingers as you were pushed over the edge.

The tall woman kept pumping in and out of you for a moment until she decided that you had had enough and pulled her fingers out, giving your core a harsh slap. You fell to your knees, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, and struggled to catch your breath.

Eventually, you turned around and looked up at Jane who was now standing tall in front of you. You grabbed a handful of her black dress to steady yourself and buried your face into the soft fabric.

“Thank you, Miss Murdstone.” You managed to say with your shaky voice, making the tall woman smirk proudly.

Jane pulled away from you, snatching her dress from your hands before walking towards Alice who was still transfixed by the whole scene. She roughly grabbed the maid’s face with one hand, forcing the girl to look up at her.

“Don’t you dare say a word about what happened here tonight.” She snarled. “No one would believe you. Now get out!”

Alice didn’t have to be told twice. The young woman was on her feet in a second and scurried out of the room as quickly as she could.

“Did you have to be so harsh?” You croaked as you slowly got back on your feet, watching Jane closing the bedroom door that Alice had left open.

“Which other choice did I have?” Jane said, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before moving to sit down at her dressing table. “She needed to be taught a lesson. You are mine, and she mustn’t mess with another woman’s belongings.”

“Yes, my Lady,” You chuckled softly as you started taking the pins off Jane’s hair. “I’m yours.”

You weren’t really surprised the next day when entering the servant’s quarters, you heard one of the maids gossiping with the butler about how Alice had been fired by Mister Murdstone at sunrise.

It did pinch your heart a little to know you had lost a friend, but Jane was right, Alice had to learn the lesson. One mustn’t mess with another woman’s belongings, certainly not Jane Murdstone’s.

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tag list: @weemssapphic @larissaoftarthweems @principal-weems09 @readingtheentrails @catechristiesstuff @kimiinou @winterfireblond @im-a-carnivorous-plant

#gwendoline christie #jane murdstone x reader #jane murdstone #no beta we die like larissa #jane is a red flag but we’re colourblind #jealous women *sigh*#larissa weems x reader

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stellarosamarys · 9 months

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New Writeblr here !

Hi everyone, my name is Stella! I've been on Tumblr for a bit more than ten years now, but never on the writers' side of it. I'm 24, and I write mostly YA Fantasy (though I'm looking to branch into adult at some point as well).

I'd love to meet other writers around here, so please interact if you'd like to be mutuals! I'll leave a bit more about my current WIP under the cut.

TITLE: Vineyard WIP/Winery WIP

GENRE: Young Adult, Contemporary Fantasy

SETTING: A winery in the South of France and its adjacent, weird little village.

COMPS: OUTER BANKS meets STRANGER THINGS, THE RAVEN CYCLE and GRAVITY FALLS

STORY:

17-year-old Nora has had an eventful summer - her sister died, her body maimed beyond recognition by an unidentified beast, and she’s had to take care of her wraith ever since then, for the linden tree by her house has the ability to awake the dead from their slumber. But when her parents announce they’d like to make the winery into a guest house for tourists, Nora will have to fight to keep the dead alive, or risk grieving what she’s never truly lost.

It is easier said than done, especially when the murderer strikes again - and perhaps it was never really a beast, but someone close instead. Alongside Myrtille, an aspiring journalist, Dorian, a boy who can walk through dreams, and Silvan, who got closer to the creature than anyone else, Nora will have to find what exactly killed her sister before moving out of her childhood home once the summer returns.

#books #querying #writerblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #writeblr #creative writing #wip #current wip #wip stuff #looking for friends #looking for mutuals #writerslife #writing community

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Hey, you want a WIP, a lil drabble, a lil snippet of a thing lol?

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“Bruce, Steph isn’t sharing the sunscreen!” a teen screeched from a villa, followed by the sound of something crashing to the ground. “The books! Bruce!”

A man with raven colored hair, currently sitting at a table with a cup of coffee, let out a long sigh, looking to the sky as though praying for patience. “Kids,” he called. “Don’t break anything. Steph, give Jason the sunscreen. Tim,” he turned towards the teen crouched on the counter reaching towards the coffee maker. “How much coffee have you had?”

Blue eyes glowered over at him, hand turning from the coffee machine to the kettle sullenly. He gave a nod, taking a sip of his own drink. “Alfred is outside with Damian and Dick- and breakfast,” Bruce informed the boy, getting a tired grumble as he slunk out the door.

“Don’t forget to take your antibiotics!” he called after him quietly, more than slightly concerned. Tim didn’t have a spleen after all, and he hadn’t had the best resistance to sickness already.

Another crash echoed through the villa, followed by an enraged screech and laughter. The man sighed, looking forlornly at his coffee before getting up to see what else had been broken. A small child with orange hair careened past him, shovel and bucket clutched in one hand and a starfish with a single eye standing on her shoulder.

“Mornin’ Bruce!” “Hi dad!” Both exclaimed gleefully, somehow already full of energy before even a single morsel of food. Then again he wouldn’t be surprised if they snuck some sugar before. “Don’t run in the house!” he called back, even if they were already racing out the door.

That was seven kids accounted for- unless Jason and Steph murdered each other. In which case that was five.

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lesoldatmort · 1 year

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| STRIBOG |

Father of freezing winds who flies through the skies.

Stribog is usually interpreted as a god of winds, especially the cold freezing one which brings death to all living. The murder of crows and ravens around him are his demon servants which sometime tease humans by causing little or bigger accidents, for which we blame the wind.

More (folk)lore, info and WIPs of this project on my P/treon.

#stribog #slavic #slavic folklore #slavic mythology #folklore #folklore art #illustration #slavic deities #digital illustration #digital ink #this one took longer but hey its the end of february and we just got fresh snow accompanied by pretty strong wind so #stribog is still ruling over the skies together with morana it seems

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lordkingsmith · 1 month

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Badly Summarized WIP Poll

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

…oh damn. lol, there’s so many. Ok, let’s see…I’ll do a couple of the cartoons I’m planning as well and offer multiple and none as options. Some I’ve partially abandoned but want to start again, some are actively being worked on

1) The Good Nurse

2) A Knight As Pretty As Hollyhock Blooms (part one of a planned trilogy with a possible spinoff)

3) The God and The Poet (sequel to gods and kings)

4) Sun Cracked Witch Glass (formerly known as no story for the history books, book one in a trilogy also being worked on)

5) l0VrB0i

6) Gods and Kings (prequel to the god and the poet)

7) Go Go Night Crew

8) Bodies Are My Hobby

Ok, so maybe the one that gets the most votes at the end of the week I sit down and get draft one done lol

#and for the cartoons draft one would be getting all the episodes down and summarized #with the scripts written up

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moderndaypandora · 1 year

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Got tagged by @notallsandmen for a WIP paragraph game, and I’m incredibly flattered, considering ... this doesn’t feel on the level of fic, this is fun little sketches of dialogue at most. But this is what I had, so here’s more of the mortal dreamling silliness (previous bits: modern day mortal dreamling and newlyweds with ravens)

How Hob asked Johanna to be his witness for his wedding:

He texted her asking if she was free that afternoon, because he needed her for something. Historically "something" has meant anything from "taste-testing 3 different scone recipe variations to figure out the best one" to "hustling drunk pricks at darts". Likewise, Hob has done her favors ranging from picking up tampons to providing an alibi. In theory there is a ledger of favors owed, but in reality there will never be a balancing of books (because they're best friends, even if Johanna is too prickly to admit it and Hob is too smart to).

Johanna texted back "yeah, what's up?", and practically broke a land speed record pressing "Call" when she got the response.

Johanna: what the fuck kind of text exchange is confirming I'm around and then sending "getting married today, hello, witness!" and a selfie of you and some goth twink?

Hob: it felt pretty self-explanatory

Johanna: last I'd checked, you weren't even seeing anybody!

Hob: things change?

Johanna: I got dinner with you 5 weeks ago, you bastard, and you were single then.

Hob: ... things change fast?

Johanna: how the fuck did you even meet him?

Hob: I was running back from class during that awful rainstorm last month, and he was just outside my tube station.

Johanna: Hob.

Hob: His umbrella'd broken and he was soaking wet, and he looked absolutely miserable, poor darling.

Johanna: ...

Hob: So I offered him towels and dry clothes, since my flat was just up the road. And by the time the rain stopped I knew I wanted to marry him, and he said yes.

Johanna: what lunatic just follows strange men home?

Hob: he was pretty suspicious until I gave him my phone so he could text my address to his sister.

Johanna: and she was somehow fine with it, like 'yeah, go on'? 

Hob:

Hob: he got a bit distracted by my phone background and never actually texted her.

Johanna: the fuck

Hob: you know Julian of Norwich is gorgeous

Johanna: your cat is a lesser demon escaped from hell. I'm going to exorcise your cat someday

Hob: Jules is a sweetheart. She doesn't even hunt birds!

Johanna: That thing won't kill any of the bloody birds in your neighborhood because she's saving all her energy to someday murder me and you know it.

Hob: ... undeserved paranoia about my extremely photogenic cat aside --

Johanna: WELL-deserved!

Hob: --will you be my witness?

Johanna: Left it a bit late, if you're asking me today. Did everybody else say no?

Hob: Didn't ask anybody else. Been planning to ask you since Dream said yes, but I figured if I gave you too much notice you'd flee the country.

Johanna: [tearing up, because even if you're an independent badass, it's nice to hear you're somebody's person] you're fucking right I would.

(Johanna's custom ringtone on Hob's phone is from Sweeney Todd, the final verse in Johanna where you can hear the body drop ("Wake up, Johanna, another bright red day"), because Hob and Johanna are black-hearted bastards/absolutely in cahoots with each other and think it’s funny. Hob's ringtone is Being Alive from Company ("Somebody need me too much..."). Sondheim all the way, motherfuckers)

#dreamling #hob is a medievalist and he would name his cat after an anchoress #i don't make the rules except when i do #johanna: wtf do i even wear to be a witness #hob: idk nothing obviously bloody or stained?#johanna: mm. what are you wearing?#hob: khakis and a button up #johanna: not the high-waisted ones right?#hob: there is nothing wrong with them #johanna: you're going to look like the slutty professor wannabe you are #johanna: and i bet you're going to roll your sleeves up #hob mid-sleeve roll: can't i look nice for my future husband?#johanna: yeah nice. not Mr April from an Academia Gone Wild calendar #hob: ... how am i supposed to take that #johanna: as a suggestion to look like a respectable spousal candidate #hob: we got engaged on less than 24 hours' acquaintance #hob: there is no chance of respectability #johanna: jesus fucking christ #johanna: you're paying for all my drinks at the reception #hob: by reception do you mean at the pub afterwards #johanna: clearly you prick. and it's going to be decent liquor. none of that bottom shelf swill #hob: we are celebrating my marriage afterall #johanna: [groaning] text me the address and don't give me any shit when i show up with a flask #johanna: you absolute bastard #hob: <3 #dream is 'sir not appearing in this sketch' because he had to go back to his flat and get his own appropriate clothing #and also provide proof of life and zero mental impairment to death #because she was still hoping it was a joke/she could talk him around to waiting longer

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salmonight · 9 months

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Free Title Ideas Pt. 1

I am always looking for new title ideas trying to find the perfect match for my meager amount of fics actually published ( I got a ton of wips mind you) so I have this little file full with title ideas I got from here and there and I thought I share them! Feel free to use them and all! I only actually used a few of them myself so theyre up for the take! Enjoy!

( I suck at categorizing mind u so take it however u want)

Low Mood:

Paint Splattered Teardrops

A Mournful Radio Song

The Quite Ivories

20 Minute Too Long… Too Late-

No Third Round Up

My Heart's An Artifice, A Decoy Soul

If These Walls Could Talk

Like Drying Paint on the Walls

Withering Memories

Bury Our Secrets Shallow

Isn't It Tragic How Far You Came?

The Best of the Worsts

Your Wings Are Failing, Icarus

Let Your Wings Carry You Away From Here

Cry For Reflection

The Scream of Winter

Much Madness in Divinest Sense

Family Doesn't End in Blood

In This Castle Of Glass

All the Same (Once a Liar, Always a Liar)

Crack:

Law is Where You Buy It

Miles from Normal

Stop Screaming - It's Me

Between Two Liars…

Lost My Soul and All I Got Was this T-Shirt

Dude, Where's My Soul?

When Life Hands You Demons Make Demonade

Demon-Blend Straigh From Hell

Nothing to See Here Officer, Just a Bunch of Blobs

Hey Kid, Wanna Buy a Blob Ghost?

Gingers Have No Souls

This Little Blob of Mine

Feral Goose Hunting: A Beginner's Guide (Just Don't)

10 Ways to Connect with Your Feral Goose by Robin

A Guide on Ruining Your Life

It IS and Idea (Just NOT the Brightest)

I Am totally NOT the One to Blame for THIS

Dead Men Won't Shut Up

Encryptid

Cryptid Crash Course

Shakespeare Has Nothing on Me!

[insert name]'s Observation Diary of the Weirdest Boss(es)

The Devil’s Eyes and His Voice of Reason

Romance:

Makeshift Chemistry

Stargazing, Coffee and the Mystery of You..

Play Love Like Killers (We All Fall)

Good Vibes:

Sunshine Riptide

Come on Baby, the Laugh Is on Me

Fair With Some Rain

Star Light, Star Bright, First Arrow I See Tonight

Bitter (?):

Ah, Lay Waste to it, then Laugh at it

Believe, We Were Never Gonna Lose Control

Die, but too Blind to See

Too Latte for Smiling (yes thats a pun there no miss typing)

And as the Scribe Said, Mark Me Up With Words

Vodka Shots in the Dark

What Lingers, What Waits

Dr.Sunshine is Dead

Action:

Swing 'em Sword, Comin' in Swarms

Droppin' Guns all on the Floor 'till it look like River Styx

Black on Black at Night

Rifles, and they're Useless in this House

Dropp the Dagger

Watch Us BURN

Death:

Leave Your Body and Soul at the Door

Dead Man's Party

'Till the Reaper Call

'cause the Hangman's Waiting

A Night in the Ice Box

Stars Fall Underground

Can't Reach the Stars from the Underworld

Dance on Your Grave in All Whites

I Will See You Down Below

A Toast to the Passing Lights

I am a Ghost, but Only If You Remember

A Forray into Thanatology

Do You Want to Build a Snow-ghost?

In the In Between

Deceased When Last Seen

They Only Murdered Him Once

Colder Than These Bones

A Ghostly Collection of Stories once Untold

Dearly Departed

Hopeful:

City of Last Hopes

Bright Foggy Skies

This Bird Has Flown

A Bard's Tale, so Bittersweet

In the Winter, the Van Keeps Rolling

Oh Raven (Sing Me a Happy Song)

A Light to Call Home

Lost and Found

Towards the Sun

Khmm I have quite a few ghost/death and Dc related ones cuz I mostly wrote DC and DP fics so I looked for tittles for those. Those who know, know those who don't can ignore them.

Pt 2 |

#writing #writing resources #free to use #free title ideas #title ideas #book title ideas #fanfic title ideas #crack title ideas #angst title ideas #title list #title suggestions #titles #story titles #fanfic titles #fic titles #crack titles #angst titles

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edajcheel · 11 months

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TW: Yandere.

Preview: a KIINNNDDAA short wip of Jade Leech and Sebastian Michaelis as both of your butlers

Art is not mine

thinking about how Sebastian Michaelis and Jade Leech would be such a good pair of manipulative, cunning, and devious butlers. 🫣

Thinking about how they'd be there for you on every beck and call. Thinking about how they would convince you that the outside world is–

"It could possibly hurt you, my young mistress." Jade would recite, over thousands of times.

"There's dangers out there that you couldn't by any chance avoid without us." Sebastian would add on.

But oh, you plead and pleaded. But to no avail, they'd never stand for it, and would chastise you for asking them of something that has no necessity.

"My mistress, have you not seen the newspapers that recall the murders of the unfortunates outside? You wouldn't want to become them, yes?" Jade would ask, while he brushes your hair of all knots and tangles.

"Then please, refrain from asking that of us again. We only worry for your fragile health." Sebastian places the tea cup infront of you. The enticing aroma would deprive you of all your worries and stress as you took a sip.

But... As soon as they were gone, and had left you alone for your duties and work, you couldn't help but look outside from your window.

What would the outside air smell like? How would it feel? What would it be like, if not your butlers– but you– took care of the flowers on your own? What would the air smell like after it rained? What would the rain feel like? Is the light of the sun that refreshing up close?– just like how the weekly newspaper described it? Is the moon that beautiful?– You've never seen the moon out before considering your butlers would close all curtains before 9 o'clock.

Just one time, you promised, one time. No one will ever know.

... It was midnight, and dark. But the night was welcoming of you. The wind flew across your face, the trees and flowers danced with it. You could faintly hear the croaks of a Raven. You spy an owl perched on top of a tree branch, staring directly at you. But most importantly, the moon would shine above, interfering with everything and everyone underneath it. It's relaxing, subtle light– opposite of the sun that guides the people through the day– would give in to the creatures of the night.

That's when you decide, I'll definitely sneak out more often.

"My, what's the young mistress doing out so late?" A smooth, but firm English accent spoke.

You flinched and quickly spun around to face the man that stuck up behind you, only to find out it's Sebastian. You inhale unsteadily, his eyes had the burning disappointment in them that you didn't want to see.

"I-I-... I'm so sorry..! I just got so curious.. i- uhm.." You fumbled over your sentence very ungracefully as you look down in shame.

"What a rebellious young mistress you are, don't you think it would hurt our feelings to see you disobey our worries for you?" Jade coo'ed, stepping into your line of sight, a frown on his face as he faked sadness.

"No! I do appreciate the worry... and I'm sorry for just going out without any permission or protection." You looked over at Jade, taking his bait of sadness in stride.

"Oh, truly, do you think we would change our mind about you going outside even if you had permission or protection?" Sebastian eerily chuckled. His blood-red eyes— similar to the beautiful color of a rose— pierced your own eyes, as if looking for the essence of your soul.

You fidgeted with your fingers, trembling in fright in front of your two tall, and atrociously handsome butlers. Even if you were their Young Mistress, it seemed like they always were the true ones in control of you.

They took care of you when you were abandoned, they accepted you. They did all the little things that you could not do. They protected you from dangers. They were always the first ones to come to your rescue. You were their damsel in distress, and they would save you million more times over, and this is the 'thank you' they get?

Bloody hell, you felt terrible for sneaking out like this.

"... I really am sorry for all the trouble I've caused you two. I realize that both of you were only worried for me.. I'm sorry for being so selfish." You shook with each little cry. Little small droplets of your tears splashed into the cement underneath you.

"I-.. I really am.. I'll do anything to make up for it." You slowly raised your head and looked at both of your butlers. With your blurry vision, you could only find the satisfied smiles on their faces.

Smiles of relief that you finally understand them? Or smiles of deeper and darker secrets that you didn't know?

"It'd be a waste to refuse such a kind offer." Jade grinned, though his strange– heterochromia eyes were staring down at you, it seemed like those eyes were seeing something way different.

"You are quite right, Mr. Leech. We will wholeheartedly accept your proposal to make up for your mistakes."

Who would dare to refuse such a great chance in their hands anyway? A gamble, many would say.

♡⑅

Art is not mine

Okay. This turned out longer than I thought it would be. 🫢🫢

#Black butler #twisted wonderland #sebastian michaelis x reader #jade leech x reader #Sebastian michaelis x reader x jade Leech #yandere #two hot butlers #im salivating #i need these two in my life #HELP #i need more fanfics of them #sebastian michaelis

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who-needs-reality-anyways · 6 months

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Love Beyond the Lies

Complete | 43.7K | Modern AU

Three years ago, Jake Griffin was killed right in front of Clarke, but the killer let her live. She was just about to start college to eventually run Arkadia Engineering, and would have done so beside her father and Thelonious Jaha. After he died, she vowed to keep going with their plan, despite a brief moment of uncertainty. Now, she is a senior and will inherit the business after graduation. Clarke's best friends, Wells, Raven, and Murphy make it their goal to get Clarke to have more fun this year before spending the rest of her life drowned in work. Through this plan, Clarke meets Bellamy Blake. He is mysterious, sexy, and vaguely familiar. They hit it off, and Clarke finally starts to live for more than school and the future. She goes out with her friends, starts officially dating Bellamy, and simply has fun. It's something she hasn't experienced since her dad died. Then, before graduation, she discovers unsettling information regarding her father's murder. It wasn't just a random act of violence, and the killer is much closer to Clarke than she realized.

All the artwork from the image is made by the wonderful @underbellamy-deactivated2023100 (who looks like deleted her account, but I am not taking credit for her work.)

Guys, it’s done. I’ve finally finished this piece, and I can honestly say I am pretty proud of how it turned out. I would love feedback, of course, but I’m just glad it’s done. I really hope you all enjoyed it.

I officially have no more WIPs anymore!

#bellamy blake #bellarke #clarke griffin #the 100 #bellarke fic #long time coming

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tisiphonewolfe · 7 months

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Naenia, Through Murder: WIP Intro

Original Fiction - Standalone Novella

Pitch: A homicide detective on the trail of a serial killer doesn’t realise that her girlfriend is the grim reaper, who has a mystery of her own to solve.

Genre: Urban/Paranormal Fantasy

Word Count: 46k

Staus: First Draft Complete

Naenia, the Death responsible for murder victims, is summoned to escort homicide detective Carina Choudhry at the hour of her passing, and is shocked when Carina fails to die. She is even more shocked to find that Carina can see her, thinks that she’s human, and wants to go on a date with her. Carina was supposed to die from a stab wound while investigating a serial killer. When a witness abruptly passes away with no apparent cause of death, Naenia realises that the killer is being assisted by one of her colleagues. She must conceal Carina’s botched death from the other reapers and track down the killer’s accomplice, all while trying to navigate a romance with a living human.

Features

🪦 Supernatural murder-mystery

🪦 Cute dates

🪦 Nine major personifications of Death

🪦 Dramatic hidden identity romance

🪦 A car chase with a skeleton

🪦 Espionage, investigations, and interrogations

🪦 That damnable bird!

Content Warnings (CW): Body horror, gore, death, violence.

Character Intros

Watch this space . . .

Setting

In 'Naenia, Through Murder' the power of human imagination has, over the millenia, brought beings such as the Deaths into existence. They escort the spirits of the dead through the halls of bone and flesh and into the ashen forest. The Deaths reside in a spire of bone which looms into the perpetual moonlit night of the world beyond.

The living world is much like our own, but a bit to the left. The city looks like Victorian London, the fashion comes from Columbo, and technology is all mechanical. The country is ruled by the Lord Minister and his parliament.

Taglist (DM to be added or removed): No-one yet . . .

Prologue below the cut

Naenia stalked the halls of bone and flesh, the twisted veins that pulsed below the ashen forest, seeking her next passenger.

She always stalked; for there was no need to sprint, and to sidle lacked gravitas. The halls would deliver her precisely where and when she was called. The rest was merely professional image - the passengers expected her to be a huntress, and so she was.

The endless ticking in the corridors was too loud today; she laid her hand upon the wall, resting it upon a displaced ulnar between undulating, fleshy membranes, and listened.

Ca-clang! Ca-clang!

The distorted and wavering knell seemed close; she felt it shudder below her ghostly-pale fingertips, her skin - or approximation thereof - so tissue-paper thin that one could see every green vein below it. She traced her fingers along the wall, following the ringing bell through the gloom by touch towards her archway.

Three twists, a fork, and a bend later, the ringing now hit her ears with force; at the tapering end of this hall, tucked between a bellowing pair of lungs, stood a tall, obsidian clock.

Its pendulum hung still; the pointing finger-bones of the clock’s hands jerked in their effort to tick forward. Naenia tapped a knuckle against the glass covering the clock-face to see if it might spring back into movement - the hands twitched miserably.

Atop the clock was a raven, tugging on a ragged rope of twined intestine with its beak. As Naenia withdrew her hand, it let go of the rope and hopped onto her wrist; the great bell’s ringing ceased. The raven croaked at her expectantly, and she brushed the crown of its head with her thumb. “Good work,” she muttered. The bird ruffled its feathers indignantly, then flew away - clearly Aurelia had been feeding it, despite having been told a thousand times not to.

She called to her scythe, and it appeared, singing in her hand. Others among the nine deaths had made their weapons elegant, ominous, elaborate - Naenia found this extravagant. Passengers expected to see a simple farming implement; a lengthy wooden snath to hold it by, and a gleaming steel blade. There was no need to trouble the dead with unexpected golden spikes, silver inlay, or an onyx-black blade that curved nearly three-quarters around the head. She thought of Aurelia again and snorted.

Hefting the scythe, she examined the pulsating crevice that terminated the hallway - finding the appropriate angle, she stepped smartly into a slice that sheared the skin apart. It curled and withered away, letting in the muted orange glow of streetlamps and permitting her to step through into the living world.

Pattering rain soaked her permanently-damp hair. She brushed aside a dark lock, and tucked it behind her ear, and looked around for her passenger.

She had arrived in a gloomy city backstreet. Industrial, red-brick buildings stained with soot loomed into the smog over the narrow sett-paved road, broken drainpipes pouring their deluge into the gutters. Flowers wilted in hanging-baskets; shutters were boarded over; no lights flickered at the cracked windows. The hem of Naenia’s midnight gown had already grown heavy as she stepped barefoot into the stream, through which the unmistakable trickle of blood was flowing.

She approached the sodden, balled-up figure that lay in the middle of the road, curious to see which unfortunate human had met their end this night. It was a woman - neat, straight-cut dark hair, brown skin, and runner’s muscles, wearing a heavy woollen coat. Below it, she was dressed smartly. Her shirt was adorned with a golden pin and she clutched a snub-nosed revolver to her chest - a chest that bore a deep, gaping wound, from which her heart’s blood spattering into the street. Like many of Naenia’s passengers, her wide, kind face was not set peacefully; it was scrunched up in an expression of agony and despair. Naenia stood beside her, respectfully waiting for the spirit to rise from the body, readying her scythe for the moment she would cut the cord connecting the two - that’s when she heard the moan.

This woman was still alive.

Naenia was not quite sure what to do with this fact. The clock had stopped - she had made certain of that. The woman’s time was over. She could see the spirit breaking free - glassy reflections of the woman’s limbs rose from her prone form, flailing their way out of her stilled body. “It is alright,” she assured the spirit. “Please be calm. It is over now.”

“No,” the spirit said weakly. “I need to catch him. I need to-“

“Shh, shh.” Naenia gripped the woman’s shoulder, gently lifting her from her prison.

“I won’t go!”

The woman’s spirit floated a little above her body, flailing at the air, swimming through the ether - Naenia readied her practised stance, preparing to cut the thread with a swift swing of her scythe - but the spirit struggled still. It looked at her with wide, baleful eyes. Naenia clicked her tongue. Rarely did she have one so difficult as this - she would not be pleased if she found herself battling a phantom tonight.

She had an angle - it was narrow, but she was more than confident that she could cut the cord without harming the spirit. She set her scythe carefully - then watched in wonderment as the spirit began to claw its way back into its body.

“No, no, no, no, no,” the spirit gasped out. “I have to tell them - I have to. We have to get him.”

With a sharp breath and a gurgling cough, the woman’s body convulsed and turned over. Stunned, Naenia watched the woman claw at the wound on her chest, pressing against it with a balled-up fist. “Get help!” the woman pleaded with her hoarsely.

Naenia had existed since the first person thought to bash in another’s head with a rock; as a thought, then a dream, then a god - and now, as a reaper, as Death through Murder. She had never been called to escort anyone who was fated yet to live. She gripped the woman’s hand - the woman stared at her as though she could see her, even though Naenia knew this to be impossible. “It is okay. It will be okay. I will help you.”

#Writeblr #WIP Intro #Naenia through murder #Writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr

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wolveria · 10 days

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I just want to give 049 a kiss on his forehead. "He believes by curing the pestilence that he will cease to exist" MY BIRD BOI. I wonder if that's half the reason he's so intent on curing the world of the pestilence; because then he would know total peace by ceasing to exist. UGH that bird needs a kiss and some cuddles STAT

I too want to give him a kiss on the forehead :') And since for the wip game, no one asked for The Raven's Hymn... which they could have technically done... I'll give that chapter 51 snippet to you.

“We are not free of this place yet.” His voice was quiet, as if afraid to break the fragile moment. But he was right, and you had to get moving. Staying in one place for too long was a guaranteed way to be caught by something violent and murderous.

But… one more moment wouldn’t hurt.

You pulled back just far enough to cup his head in your hands and press a kiss to his forehead.

The noise 049 made in his throat was strange, like a startled growl or a muffled purr, and a tremor moved through him as your lips lingered on his skin. His hands had fallen to your waist, fingers tightening as if unsure if he should pull you away or draw you closer.

You ended the kiss but remained where you were, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You wanted to stay like this, the two of you and no one else. No breach, no lethal lockdown, no stray SCPs or soldiers. Only you and him.

#the raven's hymn #waves-against-a-cliff #wip game #scp 049 x reader #valens x reid #i know we've all been waiting for a forehead kiss #and i shall deliver :')

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phantomnations · 2 years

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PHANTOMNATIONS — a writeblr intro

hello everybody. i’m noel, 20, thai-chinese, your resident pretentious linguistics student.

i love learning about languages, hoarding wips, and rambling incoherently about my characters.

i mostly write historical fiction but have also dabbled in fantasy and contemporary.

my fav tropes are morally ambiguous characters, complicated family dynamics, and found family.

MY WIPS

🎻 GHOST NOTES historical drama

In 1870s Vienna, two female composers become locked into an intense rivalry; one that soon turns into infatuation, and one that may have deadly consequences for them both.

🌃 IRON AND GOLD historical mystery

In 1920s Berlin, a disgruntled private detective is tasked with solving the murder of a young socialite and finds that there is much more to the case than meets the eye.

🕊 ANGELS CRY historical drama

The trials and tribulations of Liesje de Haas, a young Indonesian-Dutch girl growing up during the Second World War, as told by her guardian angel.

💫 STELLA MARIS science fiction

A woman infiltrates an upper-class satellite in the clouds to seek revenge for her wronged family and finds the truth is more complicated than it seems.

🖤 THE AGE OF RAVENS high fantasy

Pier, a farm boy from the countryside, moves to the city and inadvertently finds himself becoming involved in a revolution to overthrow the government.

🍁 THE MAPLE SOCIETY dark academia mystery

At Mapleridge, a prestigious liberal arts college in Massachusetts, three students become unlikely friends and accidentally discover a massive conspiracy that threatens to upend the peacefulness of their tiny town.

☀️ GRAND TOUR WIP historical drama

During the early 19th century, a young Bavarian aristocrat and his best friend go on a Grand Tour of Europe where they grow closer and are forced to confront their feelings towards each other.

🌤️ FINDING VICTORIA contemporary coming-of-age

Audrey Lin’s guide on how to excel at track, heal from the grief of losing your father, deal with your emotionally unavailable mother, and fall in love with your aloof team captain.

SOME OTHER STUFF

you can find me on pinterest @/phantomnations

i love being tagged in tag games but am slow at responding to them. i appreciate them though!

send me an ask or a dm to be added to a wip taglist!

#noel.txt #wtwcommunity #writeblr #amwriting #writeblr intro #wip intro

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faeriecinna · 15 days

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WIP Questionnaire (2.0)

I was tagged a second time by @finchwrites, so I'll do this for my second WIP too.

Project.Ink

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

As I mentioned in this post, as someone from an Irish family, I wanted to write a novel that paid homage to our folklore, so I decided to mess with the general concept of a 'changeling'. Rowan came to be when I tried to think up a character that was a faerie who, for some reason, believed they were a human - and the rest followed.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Not so much a theme song, but Rowan and Killeen's song is definitely Dying Star by Ashnikko and Ethel Cain. I'd probably have it playing in the background when Killeen realises who Rowan actually is to her.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

Rowan was the first character I created for this story so I do have a soft spot for her in my heart, but because I knew I wanted this to be a queer story, when I created Killeen I basically just turned my ideal woman into a lesbian fae warrior so??? of course I would die for her?? Plus being The Inquisitor for The Sidhe Court is kind of a slay, no?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

Never read it, but from what I've heard I can only assume ACOTAR peeps would be into it. If anyone has ever watched Zone Blanche/The Black Spot (spooky french supernatural murder drama), that is EXACTLY the vibe I'm going for - just Irish (and if you haven't watched it you should).

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

There are two parallel storylines in the story - Rowan's storyline when she is taken into the Fae realm, and the second storyline that follows the aftermath in her small town when her parents report her missing. I struggle a fair bit with actually writing the aforementioned second storyline because I get so caught up with all the lesbian dumbassery that I forget there is in fact a second layer to my plot.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Crows, ravens and other corvids are ALWAYS a motif in my stories. The Sidhe also have a strong supernatural connection to the flora and fauna so not only are there several different kinds of forest dwelling animals in the story, but most of the characters can communicate with them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Honestly for a fantasy book my setting/map is rather small so most of the travel is done by foot. I guess there'll probably be a few police cars involved and maybe some kind of sailboat at some point lmao

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

In the earlier stages of the first draft atm. I started this as a passion project only about 6 months ago even though I had the plot idea for a couple of years.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Queer fae. Need I say more? Also I'm hoping the fact that there are a lot more spooky/horror elements to this story, as opposed to a lot of faerie narratives, will interest people. It's all going to be set in Ireland as well so that's another demographic that I hope will enjoy it!

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

It's a queer story where the characters are just... queer.... and in love... there's no homophobia, no "I'm gay and that's okay and normal!", no having to come out - it just is right from the get go, a gay story about gay girls being gay without that being the focal point of the narrative - so I hope that if it ever gets published, it'll be a book that queer people can go to when they need a spooky gay fantasy without any of the trauma and alienation that we feel as queer people irl. I hope people connect to the story and take some comfort in the darkness.

And I'm gonna tag @sleepywriter00 @akiwitch and @eccaiia

(blank under the cut)

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

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throughtrialbyfire · 6 months

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tagged by @wispstalk to find five words (air, mind, give, old, between) in my WIP and share the excerpts they appear in!! thank u so much!! <3333

i'm going to be using Cycle of the Serpent, since it's got the most writing to pull from!

tagging @orfeoarte @totally-not-deacon @umbracirrus @viss-and-pinegar @gilgamish @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @mareenavee @boethiahspillowbook ! your words are WOODS, SILENCE, CLOUDS, STEAL, BLADE

air - chapter 18

Wind raked its strong fingers through the plains. He tugged his cowl over his head to escape the sudden chill of it against his ears. The scent of wood-smoke from chimneys perfumed the air, stirring up against the indigo skies. Houses lined one district of Whiterun, businesses in another. A world of grids and winding streets atop rolling hills, with Dragonsreach perched high above it all, the ground it crested like the great claw of one of those heinous beasts they were, apparently, destined to fight. All of it stuck to him, the images of the houses and trees, the stones and the wood posts, the sound of night birds and insects in their natural chorus. At one time, he'd been adrift in the world. At one time, he'd known nothing but long roads and surface-level observations of towns. Briefly, here, he became keenly reminded of that life. Always observing, but never a part of it, always the admirer, never the artist nor the brush nor the paint.

mind - chapter 16

Athenath remained silent at his side, pulling a few strands of hair between their fingers, winding and unwinding them around a digit. They'd open their mouth to speak, closed, re-opened, but the words tore themselves away from his mind before they even had enough time to process them, allocate them into a sentence, form the sounds, and so Athenath remained quiet and closed their mouth, shaking their head. They wanted to say something. Everything, even. Tell Emeros what he'd been thinking the entire time he'd been slashing at the dummy, but drained of all that same fire, Athenath stood here with nothing but a cork in their throat pushing down every word, even if it stifled them, even if it hurt.

give - chaper 23

"You know, not many survived that place. If you could give us a hand, Legate Rikke-" he motioned to the woman beside him, stray hairs catching the light, "-could have some use for you. Besides, I'm sure your being imprisoned was all a big misunderstanding." Wyndrelis cleared his throat and looked up at the Bosmer, already making a slow, calculated stride to the General, his teeth grit together. With a deep inhale, he spoke, ignoring the light twitch of his undereye, the pittering in his chest. "General, I do not wish to waste your time, nor do I believe mine is of any less value," he began, "however, my compatriots and I have come a long way to be here. Not to mention, the scene we witnessed in your town square-" "Roggvir, the traitor," Tullius scoffed, shaking his head, disbelief clearly running courses through him, "he opened the gate for Ulfric Stormcloak after he murdered High King Torygg-" "And started this bloody Civil War proper, yes, I'm well aware of the stories, sir." Emeros interrupted in a bored drone, his wrist making idle motions.

old - chapter 20

"Father, how old were you when you left home?" Came the sound of a young man's voice, the wall sconces and hearth combining to cast an orange glow to his already bright ginger hair. His father, wiping down the counter, sighed and rubbed his brow. "I know where this is going, son. As I've said many a time, the world is a dangerous place. You're much safer here at the inn, with me." He wrenched his fingers from the glass he'd been cleaning, cloth abandoned as he rested the palm along the bar surface.

between - chapter 25

The Dunmer fanned his fingers between lengths of his raven-dark hair, pushing the feathery strands against the winds that shoved it against the back of his neck, tickling the skin. He cursed quietly, but knew it was no use. Here, the wind was a perpetual thing, only cut by the rail-thin trees pushing up through the snow like needles through an incision. He grimaced. Scrunched his nose. The thought evaporated the moment he processed it, the sound of Emeros' harsh whisper for the group to get down, to slide against the back of a larger tree. Athenath followed quickly in suit, clutching the sword they'd snagged from the Helgen armory.

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