#(again. title tbc)

[horrorfilmlesbian]

in a good mood tonight so have a small crumb of divorcee Julian fic in which Jadzia Dax is a terror and a menace teasing Garak over his hot new hook up (who might just end up being more than that 👀).

Developing a Garak & Jadzia friendship is actually so important to me tbh. I think they'd be unstoppable gossips together if given the chance.

[cllightning81]

The Drivers - Part 1

Series Title : Younger Sister (TBC)

Summary: Being Lando Norris' sister made it surprising that it was one of your only visits to the paddock. Ollie made sure to introduce you to all the drivers and show you about.

Pairing/s: Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader, Lando Norris x Sister!reader , Grid x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

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Series Masterlist

Oliver Bearman Masterlist

Lando Norris Masterlist

It wasn’t exactly hard being Lando’s sister, especially when you hardly went to races. Silverstone just never matched up with when you could take holidays from your part time job and the break from school but now you were close to finishing high school and had left your part time job to travel with Lando -with him paying for literally everything because what else should brother’s do?- 

The last couple of days of school and you finally decided it was time for you to change your phone wallpaper back to your favourite picture of yourself and Lando. When Lando got moved into F1, you changed your phone wallpaper back to a less obvious picture of yourself and Lando, so you didn’t get people wanting to be your friend just because of Lando. 

Now you were at the first race you had been to in a long while -Silverstone- sat in the Mclaren garage just wanting to annoy Lando as a little sister should do but he was interviewing and you didn’t want to be in front of the camera. That’s when you saw Max walk past the garage alone. Max was basically a brother he’d been about since as long as you could remember. 

“Max” you called before jumping on his back 

“Missing LN, are we?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Lan left me in the garage alone” you pouted, and he chuckled 

“What are you going to do when you’re the only one with him?” He asked, starting to walk again. 

“Where are you going?” You asked him, resting your head on his shoulder 

“Going to find your brother to return his property” He joked, and you slapped his arm. Max laughed as he walked to the media pen, stopping next to Lando and dropping you onto the floor 

“Your property, I believe” Max tapped your head before walking away

“Lan I’m bored” You whine, and his PR manager laughed 

“You didn’t bring anything to keep her entertained?” His PR manager asked 

“I thought she’d find some random F2 driver’s girlfriend to talk to, but obviously not” I pouted, shoving him away 

“I don’t know if they’re just random people or girlfriends and family” You shrugged, and he nodded 

“Fair point, I guess. Come on I’ll introduce you to Ollie he’s over there” You nodded, following behind him as he walked away, gripping onto his wrist 

“Y/N no one’s gonna kidnap you” He laughed, and you gripped his wrist tighter

“But it’s so busy, and I don’t know where I’m going” You whine as he comes to a sudden stop, causing you to bump into his back. 

“Ollie” the older sibling smiled at the younger boy, who was just happily sipping on his drink

“Oh hey Lando. Y/N” He smiled, looking up 

“Hey” You smiled back at him

“You already know Ollie?” Lando questioned, and you nodded

“I’ve not been avoiding Formula racing all together or living under a rock” You shrugged

“And he knows you?” Lando looked between the two of you.

“Ollie follows me on instagram. I became quite the popular girl at school” You giggle thinking back to prom when you were being questioned on how you were now followed by not only Lando but Oliver Bearman. What Lando didn’t need to know is that you two were secretly texting and had plans to go for ice cream after his sprint race while Lando was doing whatever practice. 

“Okay well bye. I’ll see you in an hour” Lando walked away, and that’s when it became awkward 

“You’ve definitely not been to a race in a while” Ollie chuckled, taking your smaller hand in his larger hand and moving you out of the media pen.

“They’re scary. There’s always so many people here, and I never know who I’m allowed to be talking to” you pouted 

“Come on I’ll introduce you to the drivers, some of them anyway” Ollie led you back into the paddock and in between all the different motorhomes starting with Ferrari as he was meant to be in there anyway.

“We’ll start with Ferrari because at least if you get lost, you can’t miss the bright red” He grinned, leading you inside and over to a couple of people talking. Charles and Carlos. You obviously knew who the drivers were. They just didn’t know who you were. 

“Done with your interviews?” Charles asked, and Ollie nodded

“Yeah, I finished those. Now I’m showing Y/N about the place” He smiled as both the Ferrari drivers looked at you. 

“Girlfriend?” Carlos asked, and Ollie shook his head as you laughed 

“Lando’s sister. I don’t know how I ended up with her” Ollie replied, and you looked up at him slightly offended

“Lando’s sister?” Charles repeated, and you nodded 

“Lando has another sister?” Carlos asked. 

“We didn’t meet while you were teammates. I was still quite busy with school. It’s been my first race for a while. I don’t know many people here” you replied as he nodded slowly 

“You look like Lando, to be honest” Charles tilted his head 

“It’s the curls” You shrugged as Ollie took your hand again 

“Next garage” He cheered, pulling you out. You gave a polite wave to the Ferrari drivers as Ollie pulled you to the Red Bull garage. You knew Max. When you stayed with Lando during holidays or lockdown, he would stream with Max. 

“Hey Y/N” Max smiled, wrapping you in a hug

“Finally! A familiar face” You hummed hugging him back 

“What happened to me introducing you to everyone?” Ollie asked, and you smiled, turning to look at him as you pulled back from the hug 

“Max and Lando are like best friends. Lando has a thing about people called Max” You joked as Max Fewtrell walked up behind you

“What about us Max’s?” He asked, causing you to jump and let out a scream 

“Bog off Max” you replied 

“Ohh not the Tracy Beaker line” He joked, and you rolled your eyes. Both Lando and Max still had a thing about you swearing, not like you were legally an adult, so you resorted to saying ‘Bog off’

“Are you lost? Do I need to carry you back to Lando”? He asked, and you shook your head

“Ollie is showing me about and introducing me to different people” You smiled, and he nodded, ruffling your hair 

“Well P is lost, so I’m gonna go find her. Be safe” Max walked off as Checo joined 

“Ah Checo this is Lando’s youngest sister Y/N” The Dutch man introduced you, and you smiled at Checo 

“Nice to meet you” you hummed, looking at Ollie for help. Checo and Lando weren’t exactly the best of friends. 

Ollie continued to introduce you to different drivers until it was time for him to return you to Lando - that was Lando’s words - so now you were following Ollie back to the Mclaren garage. He stopped outside, and you smiled at him 

“Thank you for showing me about” You thanked him, and he nodded

“Are we still up for ice cream tomorrow?” He asked, and you nodded 

“We are. But you’re coming to me. I still don’t know where I’m going” you replied 

“Then I’ll meet you outside here?” You smiled with a nod as Lando walked out the garage 

“Home time” He cheered, and you laughed, waving bye to Ollie as Lando walked you out of the paddock as he talked to Oscar. 

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[houseoflibra-if]

"House of Libra? It's best not to talk about them, lest you wish to end up silenced like how they once were."

House of Libra.

Once the peacekeepers of the kingdom, now reduced to nothing but a lost tale. They were well respected by many for maintaining the balance of the lands, yet betrayed by those who wished for too much.

However, without House Libra keeping the balance alive, the world succumbs to the ire of the Zodiac Aura. A powerful dose of magic pulses through the lands, mutating anyone without protection. But protection can only last so long, and it's only a matter of time before the Aura consumes the lands whole.

Your family remains as one of the only branches of House Libra left alive. Due to the natural essence of your house, your family is less affected by the Zodiac Aura. No matter, as House Libra grows smaller, the world continues to eat itself alive.

It's up to you to restore the peace in the lands, for you were born under the Equinox sky.

"Never forget my words, little star. This House may have fallen, yes, but we will rise again."

House of Libra: Resurgemus is an upcoming interactive fiction inspired by the zodiac signs. You will have the freedom to explore the story and its characters with depth, so questions and various asks are greatly encouraged! This series will be 16+ (TBC), on Twine.

Features:

Play as a male, female or non-binary person. Have the freedom to choose your appearance based on what you like.(Please take note that I am a new writer, as such I do not have much experience with writing non-binary characters/pronouns. Please bear with me!)

Shape your character and personality, should you be kind, cold or a sassy boss, the choice is yours.

Build relationships- or break them if you wish. The choice is yours, but your actions will have consequences.

Have a say in the way your back story is woven. Choose your desired trauma that will affect certain plots of the story.

Choices matter. Your actions and words will influence the ending you achieve, so be wise with how you wish to shape your story.

Romance ranges between the 4 given options, shower them with your own type of affection for they will adore you nonetheless. Or you could lead them to their deaths. Woopsie.

Choose your relationship with your family. Are you a loving family? Or do you constantly need family therapy? Choose their fates as well (but don't kill all of them, that's kinda mean.)

Gain new skills and various powers that will aid you in your journey. But be warned, will they great power comes great responsibility. And a greater chance of messing things up.

Various endings will (hopefully) be available based on your choices.

This IF will be more focused on interactions and choices compared to stats. I don't think I plan on having stats. Maybe a sanity bar, but I'll see how well the coding goes.

Romance Options

Avira/Aurelius Lozenges, [RO]

Age: 26

The eldest child of House Leo, Avira/Aurelius is the epitome of the zodiac's charms. Charismatic, ambitious and loyal to a fault, there's no wonder why they're called by the admirable title of House Leo's Golden Lion. They are expected to take over the ruling throne once their father retires.

Although, with every envied perfect child comes a chamber of secrets, and they are no different. Guarded eye(s) and tense shoulders, they seem constantly restless under judgmental gazes of everyone in the kingdom.

Perhaps, you may be able to give them the freedom they long for. After all, a lion in a castle is still a caged lion.

Romance trope:

Love at first fight

Tame a wounded beast

Cocky/Arrogant -> Soft/Sweet

Castora/Castor Dioscuri, [RO]

Age: 24

The renowned child of House Gemini, they are known for their sharp mouth and playful personality. Castora/Castor remains as the number one It Girl/Guy of the kingdom as they're not only captivating in nature, but they too posses a brilliant mind like no other. Having them on your side would be quite advantageous, no?

There's something off putting about them though, as the House of Gemini have always borne children that are twins no matter how different. Yet, Castora/Castor remains as the only member of House Gemini to be born alone.

Will you dig deeper into their depths? Or will you drown in their eyes, just like everyone else? With them, you are never alone.

Romance tropes:

Slow burn

Frenemies -> lovers

Closed off heart that's waiting to be loved

Esme/Esmeray von Aquaria, [RO]

Age: 28

Some people call them cursed.

And to others, they were simply unlucky as a child for straying too far.

Esme/Esmeray is a child of House Aquarius, yet they couldn't despise it enough. Known for being one if the most influential houses due to their unyielding intelligence, a child of House Aquarius must be perfect in the eyes of others.

Yet Esme/Esmeray is the exact opposite of that. Cursed by the effects of Zodiac Aura when they were younger, they carry the mark of the Waxing Moon. This affected their life despite protection given, and they will not rest until they slay the beast that hurt them so.

They have a cold and distant personality, paired with one of the brightest minds in the kingdom only to be rivaled by the child of House Gemini. Will you be the one to thaw this icy heart? Or will you suffocate in the depths of Aquaria?

Romance trope:

Grumpy/sunshine

Cold -> absolute simp

Heated arguments and soft confessions

Nyoka Constello, [RO]

Age: same as player character

The forgotten children of the banished zodiac. Nobody remembers how this House used to flourish as they are now called the Followers of Ophiuchus. Scorned by the lands and cursed by the stars, the last surviving followers live in hiding. Now, they are nothing but tales woven in time.

Well, that's for everyone else. Nyoka just so happens to be your childhood friend, having been born under the same moon and stars aligned. They used to be docile and caring, but times have changed and so have they. Don't fret, little star, for they still have a soft spot for you.

They have an unusual appearance, with a long and sturdy sea-snake tail paired with sharp semi-curved horns. Their dark eyes seem to pull you in, rivaling the stars above.

But the mutation is spreading, and they've no clue how much time they have left. Save them, if you must. Or watch the one you once loved die.

Romance trope:

Angst. Just angst. And maybe fluff.

Childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers

"Perhaps we were soulmates in another life."

Here are some things you need to know:

I am a new writer (this is my first interactive fiction project.) so not everything will be smooth sailing.

I estimate the demo to come out mid this year, but personal matters may change some things.

This is my passion project. Please don't expect me to dedicate all my time onto this as I have a life as well.

I'm very new to coding, so learning twine will take a while. I'll have to do a few test runs before releasing the demo.

I adore feedback and asks about the game. It helps me improve as a writer while getting to build my characters more.

I want to have fun with everyone, so hateful criticism will not be tolerated. Treat me with respect and I will return the gesture.

That's all for now (I think). Have fun reading!

Demo (TBA) || Character Post (TBA) || World building (TBA)

Credits to Doshiart on picrew for the character portraits!

[thewingedwolf]

glad the other two votes were for the international day of yada yada bc we have some really interesting books on the slave trade if anyone is interested

A Woman of Endurace -> fiction book about the slave trade in Puerto Rico

The Common Wind: Afro-American Currents in the Age of the Haitian Revolution

Haiti: the Aftershocks of History

It Was Dark All the Time: Sophie Burthen and the Legacy of Slavery in Canada

River of Blood: American Slavery from the People Who Lived It

Jollof Rice and Other Revolutions -> fiction book told through interlocking short stories about four nigerian women who meet as school girls, told in their adolescents, young adulthood, and then as old women

The Illinois Underground -> literally just about the underground railroad in illinois, my patrons love hyper specific regional stuff

queen of exiles -> fiction book about marie louise christophe. i've been pushing another book, the other princess by denny bryce, and that's been going really well and it's a similar subject (black royalty grappling with being in europe while the slave trade is active in parts of the world) and that's been going out really well so i think this one will too.

everyone help me do my job real quick

why are those "international day for the" things so fucking clunky

[willicemisc]

pov : willice rants about The Broken Code Jayfeather (SPOILERS FOR THE BROKEN CODE)

It's been a full year now that I decided to re-read every single Warrior Cats books, as a teenager I stopped at OotS, so I re-read all of TPB, TNP, PoT and OotS. I am done with DotC (I have many opinions) and just finished AvoS, so I am starting TBC (currently at book 2).

Clearly the Writing Team™ has big, big issues with how to handle Jayfeather and his personality. Jayfeather was meant te be blunt and to freely voice his anger and concerns with little respects for other feelings sometimes, but he was never meant to be outright mean and antagonistic, was he ?

He went from a personal favorite of mine in PoT and OotS to a very unlikable character in TBC. He actively bullies and isolates Twigkit in AvoS (when he was previously known to be patient with kits??), but I can tolerate this mischaracterization i guess

But TBC Jayfeather ??? I don't know if it's just the Writing Team™ being extremely bad at understanding his character, or if it's the first symptoms of the Onestar disease, but I am kind of scared of how he will evolve in the 4 following books :(((

In the first two books of TBC, Jayfeather can hardly go through a single conversation with / about Shadowsight without straight up insulting him, his intelligence and competences. He had opinions about Willowshine and Kestrelflight, but he would rarely, if ever, straight up disrespect them to their face like that. Now, he actively participates in all the gossip around Shadowsight and characters will say "Jayfeather said Shadowsight is just a featherhead !" because Jay's opinion is that valued and important. (idk the actual English insults, all my books are in French, so you will have to suffer the French horrors sorry guys 😔)

At some point, during a Gathering, Jayfeather just tells everyone that Mothwing doesn't believe in StarClan. In front of the five Clans, the leaders, the deputies, the other warriors, like, everyone. Just because he was personally pissed at her opinion.

Just as a reminder, the Clans are all extremely faithful and the lack of faith has been a plot point several times, showing emphasis on how important it is for all cats to show devotion to StarClan. Medicine cats are literally meant to talk to StarClan. And in general, the Clans are known to be agressive to anyone who doesn't respect StarClan, thinking that if you don't follow StarClan's commands then you don't have any moral values at all.

Another reminder, Mothwing is not only the daughter of Tigerclawstar, she is also an ex rogue. She got her medicine cat title only because her brother created a fake omen, because her status as an ex-rogue made her an outcast in her own Clan. Mothwing has been known to be more vulnerable to isolation than other medicine cats.

So huh, yeah, Jayfeather just put Mothwing, an already vulnerable she-cat, in extreme danger, throwing her under the bus in front of absolutely everyone, including her own leader, her own deputy, most of her clanmates, and most of the other Clans members. Mothwing is shocked, obviously, and quickly says that she does believe StarClan is real, just isn't devoted to them.

The response of the Clans to this revelation is so out of character and disconnected from their agressive violent culture that I had to re-read the whole thing a few times.

The Clans just go "weird flex mothwing, but ok" and go back to their business (business being : questioning why StarClan isn't communicating with them anymore). From what I know, the revelation Jayfeather just made is never going to impact the story ever again because Mothwing gets banished for the crime of being a ShadowClan cat's child. So this whole scene is just there to show that Jayfeather will use precious informations against others if he gets annoyed at them ??? I don't know if this is bad writing or character assassination at this point man😔my po3 jayfeather would never.

None the less, Jayfeather KNEW how dangerous such a revelation could have been. Every single medicine cat, including her own apprentice Willowshine, kept the secret, because they all KNEW it would endanger Mothwing if the Clans discovered the state of her faith. This was literally a plot point in TNP with Leafpool like COME ON WRITING TEAM™ YOU HAVE TO LOCK IN !!!!!

I know this scene is canon (sadly), but this depiction of Jayfeather is just so alien to me. Jayfeather knows what it's like to be different and to be special, why would he insult Shadowsight over and over again when the kid is obviously struggling ? Also Jayfeather has been accused of murder and was on thin ice at some point, he knows what it's like to be accused in front of a whole Gathering, why would he do that to Mothwing out of all cats ???

Do you have any opinions on this ? Do you think this is just normal Jayfeather behavior, or do you think it is the Writing Team struggling to grasp Jay's personality ? I would like to know what you feel about that because from all the fandom discourse I did read, no one ever talked about how flabbergasting Jayfeather's behavior would be

In conclusion the real impostor is jayfeather

[melrosing]

MBO Robert's Rebellion: Season 2 Episode 5

what the fuck is this: it’s me drafting a fake robert’s rebellion tv show through a series of bullet points. there will be two seasons of ten episodes each

sorry for accidentally putting this on a massive hiatus again lol i swear it's nearly done. anyway, have once again played with rebellion timelines very slightly to make things fit and have also massively reduced Robert's battle scenes bc who wants to read those in a bullet point format but yeah we move

SEASON ONE: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5, Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8, Episode 9, Episode 10

SEASON TWO: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5

title for this one: i challenge grrm to finish twow before i finish this thing bc clearly we're both shit at setting ourselves deadlines

prev: 2.04

next: tbc

Lyanna twines blue roses into a flower crown amidst the ruins at Summerhall, humming a familiar song, feat. Rhaegar on the harp - it’s the same song he played at the feast at Harrenhal. There’s an easy intimacy about them that wasn’t there before. Suddenly, the sound of horses; Lyanna startles, but Rhaegar calms her, and goes to greet Arthur and Oswell. Oswell says he sees now it’s true that Rhaegar had the girl after all. Lyanna declares that she is Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, and she rode here of her own accord. She demands to know who they are; Rhaegar tells her that these are two knights of the Kingsguard - friends. Arthur warns that they are not safe here - looking at Lyanna’s belly, which shows nothing, he adds, ‘none of you.’ Lyanna follows his gaze, perturbed. Rhaegar answers that Arthur should take them where he would; Lyanna more confused than ever - why should they follow these two?? Oswell suggests to Arthur they return Lyanna to the Starks, since she seems just fine and this has caused quite enough drama already actually. Arthur tells Oswell it’s too late for that now

Opening creds

Aerys at breakfast, with Jaime stood guard beside him, despondent. The King looks in worse shape than ever. his fingernails longer!!!! He waits whilst his food is tasted for poison

Meanwhile, Robert rages on the battlefield, roaring as he leads the charge

Abrupt shift back to lunch at King’s Landing. Jaime’s stood guard beside Aerys once again, watching miserably as the taster tests his food for him

Cut back to Robert, leading a new charge in an altogether different place, more blood on his person than when we last saw him

Dinner at KL. The same again as Aerys nervously picks at his food, and Jaime stands beside him looking like he wants to die

Robert fights a third battle, charging towards the ruins of Summerhall. We watch from behind as his enemies charge to meet him, trampling a flower crown left by Lyanna as they do 

At supper, Aerys receives a raven, telling him of Robert’s busy day. He trembles with rage. Jaime looks on, drained 

KL, later the same night. Jaime is stood outside Aerys’ bedroom door with Jonothor Darry. Jaime starts when he hears Rhaella whimpering, then quickly becomes agitated as her whimpering turns to cries of pain. Jaime looks at Darry, Darry looks straight ahead. This goes on for some time before Jaime declares they’re sworn to protect Rhaella. Darry answers ‘we are, but not from him.’ On Jaime’s horror

Ned approaches Winterfell, looking both grateful and desperately sad to see it on the horizon

Entering Winterfell’s great hall, Ned finds his brother Benjen sat in Rickard’s old seat. Benjen can’t wait to leap out of it, and almost runs to his brother. They clutch at each other in unspoken grief for a moment, before Benjen asks, ‘Lyanna?’ Ned pauses. He has no news to share on that front. Eventually, he simply answers that they will find her. But it seems they will have to fight for her first

Meanwhile, Robert has arrived at his own seat of Storm’s End, receiving cheers from his men as he enters the halls. Renly comes running to him and Robert ruffles his hair, before wondering aloud why he doesn’t get the same welcome from Stannis. Stannis receives that comment with a stony look, frustrated by this whole display of Robert’s easy charisma. Robert laughs at his brother’s face, and thanks him for looking after the place whilst he’s been away - yet his flippancy only seems to grate on Stannis further. Robert goes on to say that this can only be a short stay, as there are more battles to fight. So, he declares that Stannis is in charge of Storm’s End in his absence. He confers this with a sincerity that surprises his brother, and Stannis ever so slightly beams. Renly in the background demanding to know what he gets

Meanwhile, in KL: the return of Joncon, stood at the foot of the throne. Now a young man, Joncon is earnest and eager to please - he wears a serious expression that looks like it’s been practised in a mirror. To the lords and ladies assembled around them, Aerys declares that the previous Hand, Owen Merryweather, had been a weak, ineffectual man, who failed to quash the rebellions of this upstart Baratheon boy. He needs a younger man, a capable warrior, and one true to House Targaryen. He declares Joncon his new hand, and Joncon, attempting to receive this honour with a stoic look, cannot contain a boyish grin. He states that he will put an end to this Robert Baratheon with his own sword, and restore peace to the 7K. Big cheer, enjoyed by Aerys and Joncon alike

Back at Winterfell, with Ned and Benjen in the godswood. Benjen tells Ned he still can’t believe that anyone could just steal away their sister like that - a girl as fierce as Lyanna!! He recalls that she’d been known to best even Brandon at sword practice, and she could pack a punch too - Benjen rubs at his jaw in remembrance of some fight or another. Ned tells Benjen that Rhaegar is a powerful man, in more ways than one. Benjen agrees, upset, but adds that he hadn’t really thought the Prince seemed the sort, with his pretty hair and sad songs. Lyanna liked his songs, Benjen remembers aloud. The brothers are quiet for a moment, before Benjen tells Ned that he wishes Rickard were here, and Brandon. He doesn’t know what he’s doing in father’s seat, knows he should’ve paid more attention to his lessons - and now, he realises tearfully, he’ll never have a chance to hear another. Ned comforts his brother, telling him he should never have expected to find himself in this position; neither had he. Benjen tells Ned he doesn’t envy him his position, asks if he’s alright. Ned tries to smile, but it isn’t convincing. He reassures Benjen that they will find Lyanna. This time is sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself 

Aerys alone with Rhaella in the royal quarters. Aerys asks Rhaella where Rhaegar is; Rhaella tells him she doesn’t know. Aerys doesn’t believe her, says he suspects it’s their son she’s always loved and not him, with crude implication - pushing for a reaction he can’t wring out of her. Aerys now wonders aloud if he should let Rhaegar live when they find him: he’s never been an obedient son, and they have another. Perhaps Rhaella could give him still more. When this feeble uprising is put down again, he will have a dozen more children on her, each married to another, and no-one will dare defy House Targaryen again. Aerys is distracted now, and wanders from the table muttering to himself. Rhaella stays silent, her gaze fixed in her lap

Rhaegar, Lyanna, Arthur and Oswell riding through Dorne. Lyanna races ahead on her horse when she sees a tower in the distance, marvelling at the surrounding landscape. Oswell notes that this is a child - what do they mean to do with her here? Nobody answers, and so Oswell, irritated, rides ahead to join Lyanna at the Tower of Joy. Now alone together, Arthur warns Rhaegar a great war is waging; he cannot remain here forever. Rhaegar agrees, tells him it is only for now. Looks at the tower, deep in thought, and tells Arthur he believes that he will die in this place. Arthur, unreadable, says that he knows this

Ned in the great hall of Winterfell, with Benjen at his side and his men about them. He tells them this isn’t about thrones, power, or land, but about ‘those they’ve taken from us’. Lyanna, a Stark, a northern girl, a girl they all know and love. Rickard and Brandon were slaughtered trying to bring her home, their love for one another wielded as a weapon, their love for Lyanna used to trap them. He cannot rest whilst his sister remains lost, asks for their strength in finding her. The northmen raise their swords in a cry of solidarity and of war 

Lyanna wakes beside Rhaegar, feeling different all of a sudden - she touches her belly without seeming to know why, when Rhaegar wakes beside her, joins his hand to hers. Lyanna looks at him, astonished and suddenly tearful. Rhaegar smiles, and leans in to whisper in her ear: ‘his name is…’ 

(I have no idea what Jon’s fucking real name is and I’m not wedded to any theory on it so that’s not gonna feature anywhere in this sorry)

END

[tgmsunmontue]

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HANGSTER

A picture is worth 1000 words - Mature ~10k Hangster

Post-TGM events, Jake and Bradley become friends on Instagram through increasingly competitive thirst traps. #A picture is worth 1000 words

Alone, all alone - nobody, but nobody - can make it out here alone - ~5k Mature Hangster

Part 4 in the Saga of Solitude series, this is Jake's POV of Chapters 20 and 21 of Saga of Solitude. #Saga of Solitude

Another Time Mature ~17k Hangster

Jake wakes up in Rooster's body about ~30 or so hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently. #Another Time

Bird on a Wire  Explicit ~8k Hangster

Hangster AU Meetcute. Jake tries to make a good impression on one of the servers at a restaurant. Except he turns out to be the head chef. Who in turn tries make a good impression. Their families try and help. #Bird on a Wire

Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide TBC? WIP Hangster

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly. Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers. Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all. #Caring Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide

Can't buy me love Explicit ~16k Hangster

Jake doesn't need help around the ranch, but he's not going to turn down cheap able-bodied labor either. He's not stupid. The fact that Bradley knows nothing about ranching doesn't exactly help his case, but he's a fast learner. #can't buy me love

Come on baby light my fire… Explicit ~5k Hangster

An apartment fire alarm at 1am featuring Jake in his underwear and Bradley with kittens. (And a writer that cannot decide on an ending...) #Come on baby light my fire...

Get your motor runnin' Explicit ~8.5k Hangster

Bradshaw is apparently the best mechanic Maverick knows. Which Jake considers high praise from Maverick. If Bradshaw can fix his car then maybe he is. Jake is expecting an old-timer with lots of experience. What he gets, is surprised. And it doesn't stop there. He's a bit of an idiot about it all. #Get your motor runnin'

Guilt doesn't help. Try Remorse. Teen+ <1k Pre-Hangster

Set on the carrier in the evening directly post-mission, Hangman and Rooster have a conversation. Sort of. #Guilt doesn't help. Try Remorse.

I wanna be with you everywhere Teen ~1k Hangster

Javy has his eye on someone and insists he needs Jake's help on asking him out. Jake, confident and used to going for what he wants is glad this looks like a two-birds, one-stone situation. #I wanna be with you everywhere

I'd know you anywhere Explicit ~9k Hangster

Set when Hangman first meets Rooster. Bradley and Bradford Bradshaw are twins. Most people know this. Some people need to be brought up to speed. Quickly. #I'd know you anywhere

It's all academic darlin' Explicit ~38k Hangster

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity. #It's all academic darlin'

It's not who you know Mature ~13k Hangster

Low-angst Nepo!Baby Bradley and his four years at the USNA and his head-in-the-sand approach to the nepotism and the fact that he ends up being known as the guy with the two hot dads instead... #It's not who you know

Jake's Cakes Teen+ ~2k Hangster

MeetCute. Iceman has tasked Bradley with organising Maverick's 60th birthday cake. This goes as planned until Mav decides to be a gremlin. #Jake's Cakes

Life is too short to waste time matching socks Explicit 5k Hangster (side Bob/Nat/Javy)

Also features Bob/Javy/Nat - set post mission with the Dagger Squad having been made a permanent squad. #Life is too short to waste time matching socks

Lonely Nights Explicit ~11k Hangster

Set in 2009, Bradley is ~27 and Jake is ~23. They're both on leave, out in a gay club and looking to hook up. This is a PWP and sits in the longer Sagas of Solitude Series. (A Nepo!Baby-Bradley AU where Bradley went to the USNA and has a better relationship with Maverick, however DADT has not yet been repealed.) #Lonely Nights

Mercury & Manganese Teen+ ~2k Hangster

An AU MeetUgly (where I failed to meet the assignment as it feels too soft, nice and gentle to really be a MeetUgly? Maybe?). No one is in the Navy. This centres around chefs and restaurants and drinks, but it's all very background. Background established IceMav. #Mercury and Manganese

More than movie magic... Explicit ~25k Hangster

Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley. #More than movie magic...

Never knew I was missing you Explicit ~13k Hangster

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw. #Never knew I was missing you

O is for Oceanographer - Teen 3k Hangster

While deployed at sea sometime in 2010 Jake finds a YouTube channel featuring a research oceanographer called Bradley Bradshaw. He likes how passionate Bradley is. Among other things. #O is for Oceanographer

Online and Anonymous Explicit ~60k Hangster

Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship. Epistolary fic set in a world where papers were pulled and events of TGM will take place and DADT exists until it is repealed at the end of 2011. #Online and Anonymous

Peer Reviewed Mature ~3k Hangster

Secretly married Hangster in an academic environment. Outsider POV then Hangster back and forth with a 5+1 feel (“feel” because it’s a 9+1). #Peer Reviewed

Saga of Solitude Explicit ~90k Hangster and IceMav

Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA. DADT fully in force. Hangster AU. #Saga of Solitude

Season to taste Explicit ~95k Hangster

Through a series of sheer dumb luck and pure stubborn pig-headedness Bradley runs as far away from Maverick as he can. He ends up in Italy, under the tutelage of Leandro Gallo, a retired but very accomplished chef. He takes Bradley under his wing. #Season to taste

Second Time Lucky... Teen ~3K Hangster

College AU featuring Bradshaw!Twins Bradford and Bradley, a Jake Seresin with a crush, and a long-suffering Javy Machado. #SecondTimeLucky...

Stuck with You - Mature ~1.5k Hangster

The lift Jake is in gets stuck, just so happens that the guy he's stuck in there with is a lift mechanic. #Stuck With You

Take more chances, dance more dances Explicit ~13k Hangster

Meet!Cute with Jake as the best man at Natasha and Javy's wedding and Bradley is the instructor teaching them how to dance... Very slight whiffs of Cyclone/Mav and Javy/Nat/Bob if you're looking. #Take more chances, dance more dances

Team Player Explicit ~7k Hangster

Jake's cousin plays for the Sydney Roosters and gifts him with merchandise. Regularly. Bradley has an unexpected realization. #Team Player

The Roost Teen+ ~2k Hangster

Hangster AU MeetCute. The Dagger Squadron have put Jake in charge of organizing a cake for Mav's 60th birthday and retirement celebration. Little does he know he's about to ask Mav's son to make it. #The Roost

To wake, perchance to dream Explicit ~25k Hangster

Jake wakes up 10+ years in the future and thinks he has amnesia. Instead it's a glimpse of what his life could be. When he wakes up right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment he's going to try his damnedest to make that future come true... #To wake perchance to dream

Tracing poetry with your lips Explicit ~10k Hangster

One juvenile kissing game and two juvenile idiots both convinced they can win the game. #Tracing Poetry with your lips

Upon which our Souls touch Teen+ WIP Hangster

Tradition and the stories have been the same for thousands of years. Until Bradley and Jake came along and broke all the rules without ever speaking a word to one another... #Upon which our souls touch

We walk our path together now... Mature 2k Hangster

Years after Javy and Natasha get together they think their best friends could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster. Or not. #together or not at all

Where do I know you from? Mature ~11k Hangster

Hangster crackfic-adjacent. There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. Or the Universe is just as fed up with them being blind. #where do I know you from?

White Hot Explicit ~8k Hangster

Jake is a Blacksmith and metal artist and Bradley is a high school history teacher. Their paths cross. #white hot

Wild fields of forget-me-nots Mature ~22k Hangster

During the training for the mission Jake has an accident which results in him losing 10 years of memories. A lot has happened in ten years. Bradley broke up with him. DADT was repealed. He got an air-to-air kill and a new callsign. And he doesn't remember any of it. #wild fields of forget-me-nots

With our pets, a house becomes our home Explicit ~5k Hangster

Jake adopts a puppy and then proceeds to fly across the country to take up a flight instructor position at Corpus Christi where Bradley is the vet (DVM) that Jake takes Brisket to once he arrives. Bradley asks him out. MeetCute. #With our pets, a house becomes our home

You are all five senses to me and always will be Teen+ ~500 words Hangster

Jake is sent a tumblr post and his default object is apparently Rooster. He's okay with that. #You are all five senses to me and always will be

You found me Explicit ~13k Hangster

AU - Soulmates first words are on your skin. Started for the Bingo. Jake is a singer and Bradley is the newly arrived member of his security detail. Tooth-rotting FLUFF and SMUT. #You found me

You need to learn how to fall Explicit ~17k Hangster

Bradley keeps growing past the 6'5" limit of being a naval aviator, Maverick lets out an internal sigh of relief. He's not going to be the one responsible for stopping Bradley from becoming a pilot. However, because karma is a cruel mistress, Bradley becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. Mav will never understand why his godson continually jumps out of perfectly good planes. Later Bradley's level of skill is such that he becomes a civilian contractor to the Airforce and Navy to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. The Airforce contact Bradley first, it annoys Ice to no end. #You need to learn how to fall

OTHER

Dance me through the panic - Explicit ~9k - CyMav (background Hangster)

Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much? He’s never met the infamous Maverick. Considering the circles he moves in it’s something of a surprise. He’s heard plenty though, and it’s more than enough to fill him with trepidation when Admiral Kazansky calls him and suggests, with the voice of someone who expects such a suggestion to be followed, that he bring Maverick in to assist with the mission. #Dance me through the panic

From the Top - Explicit ~12k - IceMav (background Hangster)

Featuring not-mistaken identities (where they (Ice and Mav) pretend to be in the dark for REASONS), Ice is Jake's Uncle Tom, Mav is Bradley's Dad, everyone knows everyone, (un)requited love, coming out as an older person, and a little bit of a circus-vibe where Ice has a horrible realization that this is indeed his circus and these are also his monkeys. #From the Top

He remembers... Teen+ ~1k IceMav + Bradley slice-of-life

An AU set just before Bradley enters the USNA (so ~2001?). 18 year-old Bradley remembers key points and people in his life. Prologue of Saga of Solitude. #He Remembers

I want you so bad it hurts. But you heal me. Explicit 8k Macheresin (JavyxJake)

Jake wakes up to sixteen missed calls, three voice messages and over five-hundred and fifty messages via three different messaging apps. Javy is in Vegas for his brother's bachelor party and a hospital is trying to get a hold of Jake because he's listed as Javy's partner. When the hell did that happen? GIFT FIC for @cottagecori - this fic is not on Tumblr.

Life is too short to waste time matching socks Mature 5k Hangster + Bob/Javy/Nat

Also features Hangster - set post mission with the Dagger Squad having been made a permanent squad. #Life is too short to waste time matching socks

Once Upon a Time in 1996... Explicit ~25k IceMav

Maverick wakes up to a great day. Then it all turns to shit. Timeloop fic. #Once Upon a Time in 1996...

Saga of Solitude Explicit ~90k IceMav and Hangster

Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA. DADT fully in force. IceMav established AU with them both married but widowed/divorced (just read the prologue). #Saga of Solitude

Together or not at all... General ~2k Javy/Nat

The evolution of Javy and Natasha's relationship as viewed from the outside. Mostly. #Together or not at all...

SunMonTue's 2024 Top Gun Advent Fics

[moirindeclermont]

Bridgerton folks, second episode of the Daddy!Colin fic or "The night Colin became Daddy". Do you like this title?

Thank you for the welcome and I hope you'll like this episode too!!

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Pen was spiraling.

Colin knew she was.

He had teased her for a while, and seeing her after a long work day, he decided to give it a try.

It's not like they don't know how to laugh during sex, so if this "daddy" thing turns out to be a complete disaster, he can still take care of her in other ways.

"Come here babygirl", he said in a low voice.

Pen watched him with big eyes as he was throwing a cushion on the floor, the invite explicit enough.

"Such a good girl for me," he added when he saw her kneeling on the cushion, watching him with desire.

A new found confidence took him by surprise, as he lifted her chin to kiss her.

"Unzip me and take me in your mouth," he said after the kiss and while he was not new at dirty talk, this was different.

Pen watched him with pure lust in her eyes and she seemed already so affected by his word.

"Are you my good girl?"

This was a play of dominance and they both knew it.

He had read about how dominance is not just ordering someone to do something. It can be that, at times. But mostly it's about allowing the other person to follow after proposing something.

Colin didn't understand until that moment what they meant.

Pen nodded at his question and he caressed her cheek.

"Then, do as I say."

Colin understood that Pen was just surprised, not rebelling on purpose. So, he tried another approach.

"Do not test me, babygirl" that provoked a reaction. A shake of her head. But he needed more.

"Words, love."

"No, I don't want to test you."

Her hands went to move to his pants when she stopped and looked at him.

"I don't want to test you, Daddy!"

Was it supposed to be cringe, was it not?

Instead Colin, in being addressed as Daddy for the first time, felt excitement, lust, love and pride.

In another setting, or with another person, he would probably respond in a very different way.

But with Pen... The fact that she trusted him to take care of her was so big that his need to conversely was so powerful that cringe didn't even register.

Instead, his expression soften as she started to finally unzip him.

"Yes, babygirl. I'll take care of you."

Pen by now know how to please him the most when suck1ng him. She did all the tricks she learned in the years together, as he gently moved his hips to accompany her movements, never stopping praising her: "you're so good. So gorgeous. My babygirl. Yes!!"

She managed to go deeper that she usually did, making him moan wildly.

He hoped the neighbors would not complain because he didn't plan on stop.

He tried to control himself before c0ming, making her stand-up again and kissing her deeply, touching her all over.

She was buttering his hands, giving to everything he wanted to give her.

The glossy eyes told him she was not quite in subspace but close.

A thrill went over him as he was reminded of the trust Pen was putting into him.

He took her in his arms as he walked them towards their room.

"Now, I'll undress you. Then, I'll please you, are you okay, babygirl?"

She nodded, standing next to bed as he was starting to unbutton her blouse.

"You're so pretty for me, love."

"Thank you, Daddy"

The second time she said that was not less powerful than the first. He could grew accustomed to that.

As he touched and kissed her neck, Pen moanly a bit, Colin knew they would never forget that night for the rest of their life.

Tbc

[wordarttmn]

Omori observations 56

4 hours a week is NOT ENOUGH I really need a new computer!

Is the jack plug the one not working now? Did I really need THAT?

At no point were there broken screws anywhere near this one

Alright I restarted it

Let’s go back to playing (vibing at the soundtrack)

Okay, I still had never seen some stuff in there.

Like Scarethrow.

That happened to me. Kind of. English class was hell on earth back then.

i’m not screenshotting the whole thing but I feel like this guy just went through several character arcs.

At the very least I had already found the couch.

Took me forever to go out of the junkyard. I legit got lost. Also my PC is way too hot. Did I break the fan too?

Did he use to be there?

Found the next ghost.

And I have 0 doubts left regarding the fact that the snow forest ostinato is shared with It Means Everything.

Which cannot mean nothing it’s right there in the title.

I wanted to check on this place too

Besides I’d like to check on basil’s flowers before I go back to deep well

Needed to.

Well at least Trees… is back.

The weird thing is that Sunflowers and Tulips were the least dead (besides of course cacti)

Ghost basil was there.

Also, vines.

And plantes on the ground.

The fire has gone out.

I really need to turn off my computer for a while. it’s too hot.

Okay, that took me like half an hour. I hope there are save points in deep well.

Hey wait a second

If you’re back from the vast forest, Trees… plays over the playground too

Those trees still aren’t real.

Well

that’s always that

I can always reach a save point to there

Oh and here’s the plot again

there’s NO WAY he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing here

(also: a literal loan shark)

We all saw it coming.

Hero you really don’t need to say things like that

Well at least this path isn’t a literal child

She needs to remplace the "one" that Aubrey stole I guess.

There are a lot of things I could read "special" as here. And right now I might have chosen the worst.

I mean not really?

Every time we get involved with her also

Oh. that’s his house.

That clears things up.

I found that. didn’t even know that was a thing.

TBC

[xadoheandterra]

Title: Entertainment for the Masses Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Scene/Chapter: 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 / TBC Character: Alastor the Radio Demon Tags: Human Alastor, Murder, Description of Corpses, Character Death Summary: Alastor knew he'd made a mistake when he targeted that blond haired, rosy cheeked, paper-white skinned fat cat. He knew he did. He just hadn't expected that mistake to land him Hell of all places.

Far be it from him to not settle in, however, once the hallucination and drug excuses have worn their welcome. This was merely a bump in the road, a new opportunity to explore. After all, Hell is where his victims ended up--and it was filled with the filthiest filth that had ever lived. He'd not be wanting for Guests here. Not anymore.

Soon, everyone would know the name Alastor. He'd make damn sure of it.

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Alastor knew he’d made a mistake the minute he attacked that dilly fat cat in the alleyway when he’d left Mimzy’s juice joint. It had only been a few weeks since his last guest at the edge of the bayou, normally he’d have a much longer cooling off period before the itch came back to bite at him. While that cooling off period had certainly gotten shorter the older he’d gotten, the last one not even lasting six months, this was the first time he’d had only weeks before the urge came to him. This time he didn’t even get the slow itch building in the back of his throat, the need to slice into flesh and taste blood on his tongue--instead it came upon him sudden and sharp with want so quick he just acted.

It was impulsive. It was hurried. It was entirely unlike Alastor. One moment he stepped out of Mimzy’s juice joint, pleasantly buzzed and pleasantly sore from a night of raucous dancing, and the next thing he knew was that man and a two by four. He’d moved before he even thought about it--all he saw was blond hair and pale skin and he wanted. He grabbed the two by four, raised it high like a bat, and slammed it straight into the back of that blond head. The stranger collapsed like a rag doll, blood staining the back of his pale hair. Alastor dropped the two by four in silence to drag his latest guest down back alleys and side streets in the dark, alone, hurried. He couldn't be seen. If anyone saw him--

This was not his normal. Alastor prided himself on being methodical. He spent time researching his guests when they caught his eye. He spent time learning their habits, their likes, their dislikes, before he drew them in and struck them down. He’d take his taste, then, and let the alligators have the leftovers. Instead here he was in the middle of the night, shovel in hand, pants soaked to his calves as he dug and dug and dug into moistened earth with a guest he knew nothing about.

It was a mistake. Alastor knew it was a mistake the minute that two by four had struck that blond head, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it. For the first time in nearly a decade of killing, he had the unerring thought that something was wrong with him. He grunted as he pressed the shovel into the moist earth again, through the growing pool of water from the swamp. He was sweating, soaked from the effort.

The blond hadn’t even tasted that good, either. Alastor grimaced past his glasses and grunted as he shoveled a bit of wet earth out of the growing hole. After another, heavy pull of wet earth from the ground Alastor stuck the shovel off to the side and reached for his impromptu guest. The body was wrapped in several trash bags that Alastor had to pry open first before he could wrap his fingers around the flesh proper.

“Tsk,” Alastor hissed to himself as he stared at the remains of his guest. The face was barely a face anymore after the number of times Alastor had hacked at it. It was sloppy. Sloppier than Alastor had been in a long, long while. He’d refined himself, this past decade. This was not refined, but something about this man just made his blood boil and Alastor wasn’t even certain what it was that set him off. It had to be something.

“Perhaps you were a wife beater,” Alastor reached down and hauled the body up with a grunt. His previous guest had been a wife beater. “Perhaps a rapist.” His last rapist had been two years ago. He’d castrated the bastard well before he killed him. “Perhaps,” Alastor grunted and grit his teeth as he took a step toward the hole he’d dug, “you were just Klan.” It’d been a year since he killed one of them, but oh how he had enjoyed his time with his Klan guest. It had ended far, far too soon for his liking.

The sting to Alastor’s pride came from the fact he didn’t know about this one. Normally he’d know them, know their sins, know their crimes. Normally he’d have the time to know his guests before he brought them home. He didn’t have the time with this one. Everything had been far too quick.

He’d seen the man at Mimzy’s. He’d been perfectly polite, there. A complete gentleman. A kind soul. Alastor did not recall seeing anything that truly enraged him in the juice joint. He’d certainly spared the man no thought, even when the blond cheerfully flirted with Mimzy, who flirted back in that wholly Mimzy way she had. The one that meant she intended to take a John home with her and fleece him for what he was worth before she dumped him into the alleyway so drunk and drugged up he couldn’t remember his name.

Yet Mimzy did none of that with the blond--Johnny, Alastor thought, his name was Johnny wasn’t it?--instead he’d left the juice joint not too long before Alastor called it a night himself. Then, the alley, and now, a body. Alastor dropped the mutilated corpse into the water-soaked hole in the earth. It landed with a loud splash, spraying mud and water up against Alastor’s thighs.

“Hmm. This is a problem.” Alastor stared at the corpse where it floated, lightly, in the watery dug grave. He placed his hands on his hips and stared for a long, steady moment at the space. “Normally,” Alastor said to the corpse, “I don’t need to dig so soon after a rain.” Normally the earth was drier, the water of the swamp still within the river and not pressing past its border into the marshlands so deep. Normally he dug shallower graves, unconcerned about passers by finding his guests and recognizing him.

Normally he knew they were scum of the earth. Nothing about this mess was normal, Alastor conceded. All of it was a giant, glaring, mistake. He contemplated how he was going to weigh this man down enough for him to pile the dirt back on. The night air rang with distant howls as Alastor grumbled, “This is your fault,” and turned on heel to find some decently sized rocks.

Alastor spent the next several minutes collecting the heaviest rocks he could carry and dropping them on the corpse in the hole until he couldn’t see the mutilated face anymore as it slipped completely beneath the water. Distant howls were his background music as he worked, the faint sounds of dogs at work, chasing out prey from the woods, followed Alastor as he grabbed the shovel and began to move earth again. He grunted.

“Good riddance to bad eggs,” Alastor grunted as he shoved down with his foot. The spade of his shovel dug into the dirt, and with another grunt the dirt moved with a wet plop into the hole. Mistakes or not, it felt good to be rid of filth. Stressed or not, Alastor felt more and more relaxed as the body was covered up, and up, and up. Soon there would be no more corpse, soon Alastor could return home to a nice, hot shower. He’d burn the clothes in the stove, they were a complete mess and salvageable.

The distant sound of howls were not starting to sound not so distant, and then they went quiet completely. Alastor paused in, hovered over the pile of earth and his shovel. He was frozen as he strained his hearing, tried to listen. It was odd for dogs to grow quiet, when they’d been so vocal earlier. It was odd for dogs to be out in the middle of the night. It wasn’t even hunting season, Alastor thought.

“Someone is hunting illegally...” Alastor tilted his head. He shoved his classes up onto his face, grin twisted faintly with the thought. A guest that hunted illegally could be interesting, perhaps. He tried to hear the dogs, but still heard silence. They must have caught their prey, then.

Except...except. Alastor stared at the half-buried body. Except that there wasn’t the sound of another animal, squealing and equaling in its death throws. Except there wasn’t the sound of the hunter’s riffle as it fired into the night, ending a life early. Except, except--except the heavy, loud crack that rent the air and had Alastor’s head snapping to the side.

Eye-shine, Alastor noted. A low, deep growl reverberated through the small clearing. Eye-shine and bared teeth. Alastor’s breath stilled in his chest. He recognized the shape of a catahoula in the swamp. He recognized the shape of a muzzle, the spotted coat, the bright eyes--the dog had its teeth bared as it growled low, threatening. A second growl joined the first and Alastor’s gaze slid to the other side--a second.

A third.

A fourth.

Alastor swallowed and looked to the hole he dug. He stared at the mutilated face as it floated back up to the surface, defying the dirt and rocks that held it down. He had the bitter, wasteful thought that this was all his fault. Johnny the blond fat cat who made his blood boil, who brought out the bitter, cruelest parts of himself without even trying--this was all his fault.

A dog lunged. Alastor ran. The shot rang out.

Silence.

[theothermaidoftarth]

WIP game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

Tagged by @gwenllian-in-the-abbey Tysm, Gwen! What an interesting tag game!

I am still in the process of starting to write on gdocs and so most of my wips are still in my notes app. I’m writing for asoiaf atm, mostly hotd. There are specific characters I’m writing for atm and each has a folder dedicated to them with sub-folders for their fics, and then for the chapter (if it’s a multi-chap I’m working on) so half of the time I don’t title my wips, or they’re titled under the working title and a chapter number. A few will be old, semi-discarded or tbc, others more recent and actively worked on. Some will be oneshots, and others chaptered fic.

Reformation

The Choice

Bless the Dawn

Heaven Loves a Fire

Hale and Grace

We’re the Ashes in the Ground

Ashes ii White Harbour

Ashes iii The Wall pt 1

Ashes iii The Wall pt 2

(a lot more ashes chapters or snippets; must I write them all out? :p The names are fairly straightforward, just the location and chapter number)

Brienne Baratheon The Golden Stag

Golden Stag age eight KL

Golden Stag age eleven/thirteen

We Shall Soar into the Sun

The First Ball

Viserra Come Again

(I’ve decided to stop here because there’s too many titled wip to list! It’s mostly chaptered fic related to what’s above.)

Tagging: @lady-phasma @aifsaath @emilykaldwen @pebblume @richardsthirdnipple @bohemian-nights @julyzaa @acrossthesestars and anyone else who wants to join in

[kehlana-wolhamonao3]

Nearly 4k words written today for the new chapter of The Bet. I need about 3-4 scenes more and I should be able to update it :) I should title this chapter Calm Before The Storm, but I think I will settle on something more boring than that ;)

I'm torn whether I will write a new chapter for my poor neglected Ambulance Driver or The Heiress next, but after finishing my entry for TBC fic challenge I am excited to be working on Mary and Matthew's stories again :) I am looking forward to completing some of them, because I am so impatient to share some of my new ideas with you all!

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Tagged by @batrachised. Thank you!

1-How many works do you have on AO3?

102. We will not discuss the number of fics posted on the ff.net account I maintained in high school.

2-What's your total AO3 word count?

298,956. Lower than I would have expected, actually. My longfic days were primarily, again, in high school, so on AO3 it's mostly shorter one-shots.

3-What fandoms do you write for?

Currently on a Blue Castle kick. Previously my main fandom was Les Mis, mostly bookverse, and prior to that I spent a decade or so as a Harry Potter girl. I have dabbled in other things, but none of them deeply enough for me to consider them actual fandoms that I am in.

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In the darkest time of year -- Hadestown, post-canon. I believe this is also the fic with the most notes on tumblr.

The Black Sheep and the Mad Muggleborn: a love story -- HP, post-canon. I really liked writing this one and, like all my HP work, now have deeply conflicted feelings about it.

And I could be enough -- Power Rangers 2017, character study. I only wrote 2 fics for this movie and I adore them both so much.

Stormforged -- ASOIAF, alternate ending. This was written for Femslash February and represents the sum total amount of time I have spent thinking about ASOIAF since reading the first four books in a week during standardized testing week back in high school.

We rose with voices ringing -- HP, alternate post-canon. Can you tell I default to song lyric titles a lot and also enjoy musicals?

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I am trying to be better about this! For a long time I didn't because I hated everything I wrote the moment I published it and the only way I could publish at all was to throw a fic out the door and never think of it again.

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

You know, I'm not sure. I haven't done full on angst in a long time. Probably either Waiting for sunrise (LM) or With nothing to remember (also LM). Honorable mention goes to Real in its consequences (still LM) which exists solely to take a ridiculous premise seriously.

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's new and still my beautiful child, so this one goes to Ties That Bind, Bonds That Strengthen (TBC).

Oh! Honorable mention to The title of citizen (LM Animates-verse). It's... it just has to be read to be understood, tbh.

8-Do you get hate on fics?

Not since the old aforementioned high school era ffn account, where I once got flamed for writing het. Ah, the good old days. (It wasn't even endgame het, lol.)

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope. I've played with some fade to black and a couple, like, sensuous bed scenes, but I find it boring to read so I don't write it.

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have come to love crossovers, honestly. I like putting characters into Situations. Can't think of any particularly crazy ones though.

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I've ever found or been told about, although realistically with how much I've written and how long I've been doing it I'm sure there are some out there.

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, but I can't off the top of my head remember which ones, unfortunately.

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I am a dreadful co-writer. I will, however, build a world with you at the drop of a hat. Shout out to @steelplatedhearts for the PoTC mermaid worldbuilding we did years and years ago that I still think about fondly.

14-What's your all-time favourite ship?

It varies. Right now unfortunately it's the two leads from the Forbidden Hugs story, which is unfinished original fiction. Fandom wise, I still like me some Logic and Philosophy.

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Anything started earlier than this year, unfortunately.

16-What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I have gotten decent at having an entertaining narrative voice without it being too distracting.

17-What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot? What plot? Plot is when people sit in rooms and have conversations about their feelings, right? What do you mean Events must occur? I'm calling my manager, this doesn't sound right at all.

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Mostly feels needlessly pretentious, honestly. I don't know if I've ever really even considered it.

19-First fandom you wrote for?

HP, starting at age, oh, 14 or so.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written?

Again, Ties That Bind is still my beloved child, but I have a huge soft spot for both Power Rangers (2017) fics. Oh, and underdog fav status to Never go anywhere, never see anyone, the nichest of niche crossovers where Mary Bolkonskaya befriends doesn't-even-get-a-canonical-first-name Aunt Gillenormand.

Tagging @lemeute, @manyswarmsofbees, @amarguerite, @ohhgingersnaps

[alexcaldownapier]

The Final Year...

The Final Projects:

Keeper (working title) - Cinematography

TBC - Sound Design

3 years in and it's graduation film time. No more silliness - it's time to strap in. Yeah, I'm sad about it too.

Anyways, here's a little about where I'm at going into these two specialisms in my final year:

I'm wanting to do cinematography on a graduation project as I feel like my skills have improved a lot in the last year having shot The Play and Longboard Nights, the latter of which was one of the first films I've had screened at a festival. I think my main weaknesses are creating a consistent visual style and designing coverage. On the last short I shot, there was some kind of random lensing, sparse coverage and lighting mistakes. This year I want to sort out these problems while consolidating the things that did work, namely the dynamic camera-work, dirtying of the image and the collaboration with my groupmates. I'm working again with Ben McMorran (director of Longboard Nights) as we developed a really great working relationship on that film which I think helps me to do my best work. I'm already thinking of ways I can play with the image to muddy it up that works for this story and working out how I want the camera to feel (more on this later).

A photo from a better time (no dissertation to write)

I also want to be doing sound design as this has been something I've really enjoyed since second year. I enjoy the endless, limitless creativity that you have in a sound design - if you can think it, you can do it. Last year, I did the sound design for About That One Time, an experimental documentary. While the film didn't totally work narratively, I think it still packs an emotional punch and this was the piece of sound work I've been most proud of to date. I'm now at the point where my recording skill is starting to get up to scratch and I know my way around ProTools enough to be able to achieve exactly what I set out to with that project. Aside from location recording, there's not much with sound design that worries me at all and while I don't have a project locked in yet, I'm very excited for developing my sound craft further.

Project 1 - Keeper (working title)

Inspiration still from Kes (1969)

The project I'm doing cinematography for is trucking along very nicely, I think - we have all our Head of Department roles filled and the script has been through a couple of drafts. The team:

Producer: Lucy Gilmour

Writer/Director: Ben McMorran

Sound Design: Rosie Playford

Production Design: James Stevenson

Editing: Jake Sommerville

We also have Eilis Fraser (an old favourite) joining as a production assistant. Lucy's already got us into a rhythm where we understand how we are moving forward as individuals and as a group. We had our first production meeting last week where we each went through our individual roles and responsibilities and outlined how we would best want to work together (don't talk to Rosie when she's sound designing!). I'm really happy with the first draft of the script I saw - it's quite different from how it was first pitched to me, but all the changes are for the better. I can already feel all the beats and visualise the scenes and the characters really well.

Inspiration still from Win Win (2011)

The story follows a teenager (Will) as he tries out for a county football team. Specific moments in the script really stand out for their tension and humanity. One pivotal scene shows Will becoming stressed during a free-kick, unable to defend his goal properly - a cinematic and literal set-piece. Early ideas in my mind rely on lots of coverage to allow for quick intercutting, lots of camera movement and, to borrow an idea from my last film, a wide shutter angle. Longboard Nights was shot at a 270 degree shutter angle for accentuated motion blur to add to the panicked emotions of the characters. I think the approach worked well for that film and could also work really well for this story as well, however, I would only use it this time for this specific moment in the script.

I'm also thinking of being quite patient and restrained in shot sizes and framings, not pushing anything too much, allowing the audience to observe the story through Will's eyes, especially the quieter moments after the trial. I wrote in my research agenda and rational, about using some more oblique or unconventional framings to add subtext to the narrative, using examples from Tar (2022) and Widows (2018). One idea I talked to Ben about briefly was using the frame to represent convention or conformity. Because the film is dealing with someone struggling to live up to expectations, the camera could be used to frame where he's supposed to be, rather than where he is. Maybe he's small, so there's an awkward amount of head room. Maybe he's not on his mark in goal, so he's half out the frame. Maybe the coach calls him over and the camera doesn't follow him in, just waits for him.

Inspiration still from Tar (2022)

But yeah, all of this is just ideas, nothing is locked in. We had our first pitch today, which went well? Ben and Lucy presented for the group and we got some good feedback and Ben has had some script feedback from his script tutor as well and so far it's all positive.

In terms of my progression in my role, I'm testing lenses and filters this week so I have something to reference when making decisions later on. I might also do another shutter angle test...

Project 2 - TBC

We're having a little trouble with this one. I approached two people to ask about being their sound designer - both of them informed me that I was not, in fact, Rowen Henderson and therefore, not worth the time. It's fine, even if it takes me all year, I will vanquish that boy through the violent art of sound design. Despite a few of the projects that initially caught my eye already having sound-designers attached, the roster is stacked with great ideas this year. Right now, I'm juggling a couple options: Bethany and Sam's surfer romance, Jack's rat-inspired mother-munching psychological thriller and Samuel Duner's magical journey through grief. While I've worked with Sam before and really like the quiet, confident style he brings to his films, he does have an external sound designer attached currently. There's a chance I could get onto this project as sound designer, but we'll need to see. I think Bethany's romance sounds lovely with lots of opportunity for some subtle sub textual sound design and the crew is also one I can see myself working well with BUT Jack's story sounds like it would be lots of fun to sound design, going back to my sound roots in horror (Subject #36). I hope I don't miss my chance by hanging around for too long without committing, but either way, I think I'll have a lot of fun sound designing this year.

In the mean time, I'm studying for my ProTools exam next week, which I think is going well. But yeah, it's all going well so far.

I'm going to uplaod my research agenda and rational here as well, but aside from that, my next post will be after my first tests.

Here's to a great final year...

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

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And we're back! Let's see if 3/4 of the household have got over their temporary shyness. Don't worry - if they haven't by late afternoon, the Watcher has a plan.

Over a pile of dirt, Caden has remembered how to flirt! Spencer has also remembered just what may occur should he again interfere with anyone else's flirts, and leaves him alone.

Psst. Delphine. Smart money says that a real great way to work on one's CHARISMA is by flirting with the bachelorette.

Outside Pauline joins in by goofing around with Lilac - and somehow alarming Caden? Maybe he's learned there's a vetting period for the book club she has with Tiago and Delphine - you can't sit with us, I mean, read with us just yet!

Upon learning that their next title is Dusk Glow by Bella Jacobs, however, he's content to sit this one out.

Delphine enlists Spencer's help with the basil that she was berating during the first round. May he suggest winning it over with a pinch of positive reinforcement?

Then it's an EMBRACE for Lilac, followed by a HUG and a FLIRT? Maybe we shouldn't have knocked that CHARISMA skill book after all.

But otherwise it's all quiet on the flirtation front, so the Watcher activates the ROMANTIC AURA lot trait.

Here Caden is actually complimenting Lilac's appearance, not Pauline's. Which isn't to say that our cowpoke is not also gorgeous, but the pixels are just positioned misleadingly 😊

In what turns out to be the drama of the afternoon, Spencer's whim to catch a frog for his COLLECTOR aspiration has thus far slipped through his fingers.

While there's a lot of conviviality present, the contestants otherwise remain kind of... reticent considering that it's the last day.

So we cheat up Spencer's MIXOLOGY skill, very temporarily cheat him the FLIRTY moodlet (I set it back to FINE once he was done), and give him a job to do.

Show off.

Come and get your Cupid Juice, everyone!

tbc

@mdshh @changingplumbob @invisiblequeen @akitasimblr

[karthlake]

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