#Expanding Chapter 9 Snippet

[atevanfool]

Fuck it Friday

I'm going nuts, guys. I had to scour the tag to remember what the hell we called Friday writing shenanigan's. Anyway. Enjoy a small snipped of Expanding Chapter 9 if you care.

I don't want to give away everything I've already written but finding the perfect snippet to share is hard. ;-;

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During the day, he does his school work wherever either man is working out of, or occasionally he hides away in his room. Things have changed in there a lot since his first months here. About two weeks ago, he found the bravery necessary to ask if he could paint the walls and they nearly cried with happiness, avidly agreeing.

Over the next week they made so many trips to the hardware store he was afraid he was losing his mind, but eventually they got it done. The wall behind his bed is now painted a solid dark green. Tommy said he should try making it a bit more lively, maybe, so he’d gone online and found some massive gold colored decals in the shape of palm fronds that the three of them strategically placed over the wall. Branson was weary at first, thinking it might be too much, but he’s in love with it now. A little smile appears on his lips any time he walks into the room. The other walls they painted a slightly less ostentatious golden yellow hue.

Of course they insisted on new bedding as well, and a new floor rug. Nothing matched anymore and despite not being fashionistas, their words not his, their family will have a fit if they don’t at least try. So, he picks out a comforter set that matches the wall and some lighter yellow pillowcases. Evan picked out two pistachio green throw pillows just so he’d added something. Branson adores it. Together they’d chosen an octagonal rug that’s various shades of green in different squareish shapes, none of them the same dimensions.

Then there’s the shelves. Tommy helped him add shelves around the entire perimeter of his walls, at least three tall, without explaining why. He’s placed about eight or so small hanging wall boxes at the head of his bed unevenly, but with intention. Within a few days, Branson was walking into his room to find various toy cars placed with care. Most of the shadowboxes were filled, and Branson zoomed in on one identical to the one his grandparents had first given him immediately. The first time he cried; bawled like a baby, making so much noise that Evan had come running and burst into tears himself. Branson wrapped himself like a koala around his foster dad and just let out all the pain he’d been holding in while the older man rocked him like a child.

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief 

The time comes for mourning, old memories and harsh truths. 

Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | 

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Warnings: Extreme slow burn, angst, mentions of Aemma’s traumatic birth scene, Y/N kinda being a headass, Daemon being an ass, Viserys hate club 

Word Count: 2.8k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter was later than expected 😭 i got a bit sick after the concert I attended yesterday (1975 was great but goddamn the crowd was inactive asf) I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! 

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The day was beautiful. The sun hung bright and brilliant in the blue sky, and the smell of salt and sand permeated through the air, along with a slight whiff of smoke from the magnificent dragon situated at the top of the hill, its beady eyes cast upon the crowd of mourners clad in black. 

You stared numbly at the raised dais where Aemma’s embalmed body laid. Little Baelon was next to her, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Aemma would have reacted, had she known the life that had been taken from her in the hopes of letting her babe live, was now naught but sand scattered in the wind: utterly useless. 

Rhaenyra stood next to you: the both of you keeping a fair distance from Viserys. Tears were welled up in her purple eyes, but she did her best not to let them fall, attempting to maintain her calm countenance. She reminded you much of yourself when you had lost your mother, mourning, and unsure on how to express your grief. 

Daemon spoke to Rhaenyra hushedly, the both of them conversing in High Valyrian. You did not deign to translate the faint snippets of their conversation that you overheard in your head, despite your decent grasp of the tongue. You barely noticed as Rhaenyra inched forward gingerly. 

“Dracarys!” You kept your eyes fixed upon Aemma and Baelon’s funeral pyre as it was set alight.. The hot whoosh of flames fanned across your face, and everyone took a step back unconsciously to avoid the heat, but you didn’t feel anything, not as you watched the body of your dearest friend and her ill-fated son burn away to naught but ashes. 

Daemon did not know what to make of today. Grief was a stranger to him: even though he had seen the deaths of his mother, father and grandfather, the depth of the feeling eluded him. Mayhaps there was something wrong with him: given how much death there had been in the later stages of his grandsire’s reign, it was a wonder he was unfeeling at funerals. Still, he found no sense in dwelling over the dead. The dead were the dead, and sorrow would not bring them back. 

He was about to depart from the cliffs, and mount a horse back to the Red Keep, when his gaze befell upon a most strange scene. His brother, and…Y/N? 

Rhaenyra had already ridden off on Syrax back to the Dragonpit, and most of the royal retinue had already retreated back to the Red Keep, unable to stand the sweltering heat, but his brother was here, talking to Y/N, who by now, was becoming ostensibly more and more like she would rather hurl herself off the cliffs than suffer in his brother’s presence for any longer. Viserys’ expression was earnest, mournful, and any man would have softened at the pitiful state the King was in, but Y/N seemed to have none of that. He wondered just what was going on, considering how Y/N was always close with his brother. ‘At least, she was always much more jovial with my brother than with me,’ Daemon thought darkly. 

“Brother,” Viserys turned to face Daemon as you breathed out a sigh of relief, glad to no longer be the centre of Viserys’ attention anymore. Try as you may, you could not shake the lingering sensation of disgust in your gut whenever you laid eyes upon Viserys. Your mind constantly kept flashing back to that horrific scene on Aemma’s deathbed, of the incisions and the realisation of what Viserys had ordered dawning on you when he couldn’t quite meet your gaze. What affection you had for your childhood friend was slowly dispersing into rage and grief, as you struggled to reconcile the jovial and amiable man you once knew with the reality of a man who was callous enough to sacrifice his wife to gain a son. 

Startled when you felt a hand placed firmly on your shoulder, steering you away from Viserys’ bewildered form, you glanced up at Daemon, but he said nothing as the both of you walked away from the King. After a while, when you had both reached the ends of the cliffs, he finally let go of your shoulder. The both of you were silent, staring out at the blue sea, as you both awaited for the other to break the silence. 

“Why did you pull me away from the conversation?” you murmured. “I could tell how uncomfortable you looked,” Although his gaze was directed towards the bay, Daemon’s voice was soft. “You were practically begging to get out of the conversation.” “And here I thought my many years at court had made me better at veiling my emotions.” “With how long we’ve known each other, byka zaldrizes, it would be an insult to me if I couldn’t see past your facades,” Daemon remarked dryly. He began strolling along the length of the cliffs, and you quietly followed suit. 

“...thank you. I…he may be my king, but I am of the opinion that if I had to suffer in his presence any longer, I might punch him.” you admitted, gratitude and exhaustion tainting my voice. Daemon let out a soft snort, “I thought you would have learnt that assaulting a royal never does you any favours.” “You’ve known me for so long, Daemon, in the face of anger, I never did seem to possess the ability to think rationally. What’s more, I think Viserys is deserving of it.” You could feel your heart starting to pound furiously again, the scene of Aemma laying in bed, covered in blood…brutally slit open, her eyes opened wide in death and her expression of agony flashed repeatedly into your mind, making your stomach roll unpleasantly. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, and. you bit your lip in an attempt to stave them off, tilting your head away to obscure Daemon from the view. He said nothing, only offering you a handkerchief. You took it, dabbing at your tears lightly, trying to calm yourself by inhaling the salty scent of the sea air. 

Daemon watched her with inquisitive eyes. He had heard rumours of how close Y/N was with his sister-in-law, but with the weight of her grief becoming increasingly apparent, he finally understood the extent of their bond. His heart filled with a strange tugging sensation, but he dismissed it as just the oddity of seeing Y/N cry. In his boyhood memories, he always regarded her as this strong-willed, fierce and irritable little girl. To see her cry was…it made him feel strange. The Y/N of his boyhood seemed so contrasting from the Y/N in front of him now. He had seen Y/N’s physical changes since girlhood, and now he was witnessing the emotional changes. Uncomfortable, he fidgeted with his fingers, about to offer his condolences, but he remembered how much she hated it when he professed his grief at her mother’s passing, and stopped himself. The sight of Y/N dabbing at her tears however, became more and more excruciating for him to bear with every passing minute. He longed to do something, anything, to lighten the tension between them, but what could he say? It wasn’t like comforting his niece, with the Queen that she was serving dead, Y/N might as well have been a sailor lost at sea, with no compass. So instead, he had to bite his tongue as he waited for Y/N to snap out of it. 

You clasped the handkerchief tightly between your fingers, suddenly feeling the traces of embroidery on it. You glanced at the handkerchief, and saw a familiar pattern of lily flowers across the fabric, in your stitching. “I didn’t know you still kept it,” you turned to Daemon, surprised. “I thought you would have shredded it years ago.” “Well, it would be rude of me to intentionally ruin a gift, especially one made of a gesture of goodwill, my lady.” 

Your fingers traced the orange lilies, biting back a smile at the memory behind this handkerchief. Once, in your childhood, you had been most wroth to discover Daemon had stolen your favourite doll and ‘accidentally’ ripped it. In retaliation, you had snuck into his room one night and emptied the contents of his chamberpot on him. Aghast, your mother had ordered you to make a truce with him by sending him a gift. Reluctantly, you sewed him a handkerchief, but to add insult to injury, you didn’t embroider a noble or rare flower on it, such as roses or carnations, but rather, you had chosen lilies. Although it was considered a flower of elegance, the colour of the lilies conveyed otherwise. To put it plainly and unpleasantly, they were one gigantic “fuck you” to Daemon. You couldn’t help but snigger as you recalled his reaction to the handkerchief: his face had twisted most unpleasantly, and he’d looked downright murderous, but since Prince Baelon and your mother were in the room, he could only swallow whatever insults he wanted to churn out and grunt out his thanks, much to your triumph. 

The lilies had turned a little yellow with age, regardless, the handkerchief looked well kept. You returned the handkerchief back to him, his fingers brushing against yours in a lingering touch as he took it back. “For what it’s worth…I am truly sorry for your loss, Y/N,” Daemon offered gallantly, “I know how close you are…were…with my sister-in-law, and she was a great woman. She was always kind to me, at least.”. Normally, you would have teased him for his uncharacteristic politeness, but Aemma’s death had drained all the fight left in you. “I thank you, my Prince,” your voice was hollow. 

Your next few moments were spent in silence, as awkwardness ensued. Daemon was nigh close to throwing himself off the cliffs. He was thoroughly unaccustomed to dealing with grief. He wonders if he had made the right decision when he chose to spirit you away from Viserys. At least the royal party had departed now, but it made it all the more difficult for him to leave Y/N alone on the cliffs. 

“Do you know…what he did?” your voice was tremulous, barely a whisper, but it anchored Daemon back to reality once more. His forehead creased, he said quietly, “I’ve heard. It was…dreadful to say the least.” “Truth be told, I do not know if I could ever…bring myself to forgive his act of cruelty.” “He is your king,” Daemon said, an uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice. “And your friend of many years.” "As was Aemma, Daemon,” you said, your voice tinged with sadness. 

Wishing to broach on this topic no more, you turned your conversation to something else. “Now that he killed both his wife and heir, what do you suppose would happen to the succession now?” Daemon notes with intrigue that your tone has taken a sharper tone toward Viserys, and he couldn’t fight the small sliver of smugness he feels at your distaste. Perhaps it was childish…but he always disliked it when you spoke about Viserys with such reverence, like he could do no wrong in your eyes. 

“He still has an heir,” Daemon reminds her, “Me.” 

You scoffed slightly, “I think you’re forgetting Rhaenyra. She is the King’s only trueborn daughter.” Daemon was annoyed, “A brother’s claim triumphs over a daughter’s.” “You’ve never paid any attention to the laws of Andal succession then.” “We are Targaryens, byka zaldrizes, what regard have we for those fucking laws?” Daemon snorted, “Moreover, Rhaenyra is but a child, besieged with grief. The right choice of heir for the stability of the realm should be me.” 

“You’re just using Aemma’s death as a way to further your own ambitions,” your tone was accusatory, and Daemon wanted nothing more than to shove this infernal woman off the cliffs. Why did everyone always think the worst of him? “I can assure you, that contesting the heir to the throne is the least of your worries right now.” 

You narrowed your eyes, “And what is that supposed to mean?” Daemon let a smirk play out on his face, “Now that my sweet sister-in-law is dead, what do you suppose will happen to you?” You blinked, confused by his sudden mention of your future. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Daemon.” 

“You are well aware that since your tenure as lady-in-waiting to the Queen is at an end, you will most likely be sent home to the Reach, do you not?” Your voice grew annoyed, “My focus now is on mourning Aemma, she was my friend, Daemon. As for what the future holds, I do not care about that.” Daemon let out a snort of laughter, “Are you sure about that, Y/N? It might not be the wisest course of action, you know.” 

You stopped in your tracks and gave him a frosty glare, “And since when did you care about my wellbeing, Daemon?” Daemon chuckled mirthlessly, “I do not. However, since my late sister-in-law harboured a form of affection for you, however of an annoying little brat you may be, I believe it in my responsibility to give you a warning.” “I have no need for your warnings,” you said brusquely. 

Daemon leaned forward, his violet eyes gleaming with savage delight, “Perhaps you should think again then.” He drew back, circling around you as his eyes watched you like a hawk. “With the Queen dead, it would be inevitable before you are summoned back to Highgarden. Tell me, what are you to do when you are ordered to wed by your father, hmm?” 

You bit your lip, disconcerted. But it was all the answer Daemon needed to carry on. “You no longer have any reason nor power to retain your status at court,” he mused, looking down at your stiffened form. “And when it comes, your father will summon you back to Highgarden. And you shall be wedded off like a prized pig to some lord, who could be balding, old, or ill-tempered. Or all three. Who knows?” He hears your sharp intake of breath, and he could see it clearly now. Your fear for this sort of fate. 

“Whether you like it or not, you must worry for your political standing. Even if you hate to make merry with my brother, you will have to stomach it.” You finally snap, your eyes ablaze, “I will not. Why should I give a damn about my political standing anyway? Should I refuse to go home, my father will not force me. The King will not force me.” 

Daemon laughed, the sound bouncing off the cliffs. It was a rough, jagged laugh, more out of dark bemusement than of any joy. “Byka zaldrizes, it seems you’re even more of a fool than I imagined. You might have matured in terms of your visage, but I see your immaturity still shines through.” 

Hurt by his words, you could only keep silent. Your mind was racing. You didn’t want to admit it…but you could see some truth in his words. Viserys could heartlessly give the order for his wife to be cut open, he would not defend you from something as simple as marriage. He was after all, a father, and a king to boot. He would sympathise with your father’s claims of duty to your house. 

Daemon’s voice was chiding as he spoke. “There is no doubt my brother will take a new wife after this. After that, there will be a new queen in court, a shift in power. And you?” he reached out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ears. “Will be naught but a speck in the past. The new queen might be someone you are not acquainted with, and she will surround herself with an entourage she is familiar with. One which you will not be a part of. Who will protect you from your father’s will then? Certainly not my brother, if I know him.” 

You saw the sense in his words, but a certain sort of rebellion still blazed in you. “I would never allow myself to be used by my father this way,” you said, lifting your chin defiantly. “I am a grown woman now, and I can make my choices.” 

Daemon looked down at you, something akin to pity on his face. “If that’s what you think,” Daemon’s voice was soft, “Then you are a naive fool, my lady.” Abashed by his words, you could only look down, feeling lost. It was too much for you to deal with: mourning Aemma and Baelon, your newfound disgust and fear for Viserys, and now, terror for your future. You couldn’t deal with this. Not right now, maybe not ever. You weren’t used to this sudden weight of realisation, of burden on your shoulders, and Daemon could tell. He always could. 

The two of you stewed in despondent silence, before Daemon sighed, “Come, my lady. I should escort you back to the Red Keep.” You have a great deal to think about, his violet eyes seemed to whisper to you, making you feel even more unsettled. You nodded hesitantly, and he offered you his arm, before the both of you walked back to the remaining wheelhouse in a silence that was much colder and contemplative than before. 

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[caelwynn]

WiP Ask Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @lyntergalactic for the tag!

My poor WiP folder.... Gawsh, um, there's a lot in there, including chapter titles for all of my series Choices plus a few other bits and bobs. I'm going to list my non-Choices stuff first, then put a read more with all the Choices chapter titles to both spare people's dashes and avoid spoilers for any who want to fly blind with my main fic.

Flotsam and Jetsam

SCB2 - 01 Changes - Spring (2) (so rough it scours)

SCB2 - 02 Changes - Summer (1) (bits and bobs edition)

SCB2 - Epigraphs and Memories

WCHB 204 - Dinner with Friends

WCHB 205 - The Ghost You Dressed Up As

WCHB 206 - What Did You Bury

WCHB 207 - To See a Friend

WCHB 401 - Ridgeside Dance Class (rename before posting)

WCHB - Blue Tower

WCHB - Cracked

SCB1 - 02 Choices - Summer - Chapter 24 - The Cavalry SCB1 - 02 Choices - Summer - Chapter 25 - Mending SCB1 - 02 Choices - Summer - Chapter 26 - Ocean Drive SCB1 - 02 Choices - Summer - Chapter 27 - The Dance of the Moonlight Jellies

SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 1 - Third Wheel SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 2 - Panic SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 3 - My Old Life SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 4 - Something There SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 5 - Gifts SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 6 - Temptation SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 7 - Friendship SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 8 - The Stardew Valley Fair SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 9 - Oblivious SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 10 - Inviting June (rename later) SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 11 - Self-Deception SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 12 - Colliding Worlds SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 13 - Enough SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 14 - Runaway Train SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 15 - Gossip SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 16 - Accomplishments SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 17 - Kissing Game (rename later) SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 18 - Drunk SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 19 - What She Deserves SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 20 - Facing the Past (still need to tighten) SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 21 - Sterling's Choice SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 22 - High (rename later) (shift to June PoV in Loco Moco scene) SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 23 - Erratic SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 24 - Now 'n' Forever SCB1 - 03 Choices - Fall - Chapter 25 - Home to Roost

SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 1 - Fine and Dandy SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 2 - A Fane (expand Rosa and Bryle) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 3 - Needed (check against video) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 4 - Two Steps Forwards (rename) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 5 - And One Step Back (rename) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 6 - Keystone SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 7 - Callie's Choice SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 8 - That's What Friends Are For SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 9 - Reconciliation SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 10 - Home SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 11 - Reality SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 12 - The Community Center (rename later, shift PoVs) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 13 - Stargazers SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 14 - A Festival of Ice SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 15 - Collateral Damage SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 16 - A Heart-to-Heart SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 17 - Tribute SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 18 - A Bit of a History (rename later) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 19 - Regret SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 20 - Sharp SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 21 - His Firecracker SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 22 - The Night Market SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 23 - Hard Choices (rename later) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 24 - A Lack of Drama SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 25 - Shane's Choice SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 26 - Moving Forward (rename later) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 27 - Rewards SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 28 - The Feast of the Winter Star SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 29 - Community (rework office fight) SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 30 - Improvements SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Chapter 31 - Embers of Resolution SCB1 - 04 Choices - Winter - Epilogue (Teo's Appointment or Going Home)

I don't have near enough people to match my listed WiPs, so....

tags (if you're so inclined): @shortysus4, @ksolopolo, @el-dritchknight, @peeweekey, @daveythefool, @sdvbraindump, @nymnous, @starlightiing Plus anyone else who wants to play!

[hordeofangrybees]

Chapter 9 is out! Lucifer visits Ozzie, meets Fizz, and puts his whole ass foot in his mouth... @hunnipear even did art for this one!!! I swear I love Lucifer, but I also have an uncontrollable desire to put him in a jar and agressively shake it. If you're new to TSP start here!

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Lust is exactly as he remembers it. The decor may have evolved, but the effect is the same. Flashy. Over the top. Enticing. Lust may not be his sin, but Lucifer’s no stranger.  He portals directly to the top floor of Ozzie’s building, just outside the penthouse doors. It’s been a couple of centuries since he’s made rounds in the other rings, and he’s not looking to be harassed by hellborn paparazzi today. Lucifer straightens the brim of his hat and takes a deep breath before rapping his knuckles against the door and standing back.  “I’ll get it!” A voice calls out almost immediately, high-pitched and croaky. Definitely not Ozzie. Maybe Fuzzy? Fizzy?  Lucifer leans into his cane and plasters on a winning smile as the door swings open to reveal an imp. It’s common for imps to work in the homes of Sins and Goetia as butlers, cleaners, and even chefs. So he almost considers that’s who he’s seeing, some kind of hired help, except there’s the outfit. They’re wearing bright purple shorts covered in fat cartoon horses and a cut-off shirt with the words “I’m Horny and Want Attention” printed across the front. To top it all off, they have a pink and purple jester cap covering their horns, with little bells at the ends.  The imp is frozen to the spot and just staring. “Hello,” Lucifer says slowly when it becomes clear the poor thing isn’t going to recover any time soon. “I’m Lu—” “Oh, I know who you are, Sire,” they say with a crazed smile, eye twitching minutely. “Excuse me for just one moment.” The door slams shut in his face, and the next thing he hears is that same croaky voice, a tinge of panic bleeding through.  “Why is the King of Hell at our door?” Lucifer looks up and down the hall, trying to figure out if he somehow landed on the wrong floor. Admittedly, it’s been a while since he’s been to Lust, but surely Ozzie would have told him if he’d moved . He expands his grace, an invisible swell of power that spills from his being, stretching out into the space around him, searching.  He’s definitely on the top floor. The brush of Ozzie’s grace against his own is warm and familiar in a way that makes his chest ache . Lucifer’s awareness snaps back to his body and he shakes himself off. This is Ozzie’s penthouse, which begs the question, why the fuck did that imp think this was their door. 

Continue here!!

[youregonnagofaar]

happy ending myth; a steve harrington story summary: steve never thought someone he had once ignored would come back into his life to fight the upside down. when you are 19 how can you even think of a future? but what if it didn’t matter what the future held if you were in it? and yet he couldn’t help but think maybe this was the one who would be his partner on that cross-country family trip with six nuggets. pairings: best friend!eddie munson, close friend!max mayfield, slowburn!steve harrington notes: this is a slowburn that i plan on expanding with a 6 month follow up after what takes place in season 4. this involves spoilers for stranger things. there is mention of parental abuse, anxiety, depression, all chapters have been marked for what is included. the reader has she/her pronouns, i've tried my best to not really describe her too much. smut will be included in this at some point so minors do not interact.

♫︎no refunds, no rewinding don't lose sleep over the truth we can't find it their happy-ending myth i'd settle for religion some champagne-popping bliss to remember♫︎

chapter 1: off the sidelines chapter 2: pancakes & death chapter 3: vecna's curse chapter 4: our saviour, kate bush chapter 5: just a little bit of tenderness chapter 6: riding in cars with steve chapter 7: eddie at skull rock chapter 8: snippet posted as of 10.13, full chapter soon! chapter 9: coming soon! will be in two parts. chapter 10: coming soon! chapter 11: coming soon!

updates; i am attempting to post a story every other monday however work can get busy randomly so all updates will be posted under the tag #happyendingmythupdates. if you wanted to be added to the tag list just send me a message.

taglist: @midnghtprentiss @tagakalat @livsters

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[jedi-enthusiast]

My Random Bullshit MasterPost

Note: Not to be confused with the "My Star Wars Fic MasterPost" or "My Other Fic MasterPost," which are actual links to my fics, or any other MasterPost---this MasterPost is just about all of my random bullshit, hence the title

Shitposting:

Part One - Codywan

Part Two - Cody in a Kama

Part Three - Oh Yeah, I had Cancer

Part Four - Cody's Trust Issues

Part Five - Obi-Wan's Slut™️ Hair

Part Six - Grim About to Rock Palpatine's Shit

Part Seven - My Idiots <3

Part Eight - My Idiots Pt. 2 <3

Part Nine - Me: Screaming, Crying, Throwing Up

Part Ten - My OCs Love Their General

Part Eleven - My Angry Rant About 'The Devil Below'

Part Twelve - The Dilemma of Wanting to Ramble

Part Thirteen - Cody Bitching About Anakin

Part Fourteen - Baby Obi-Wan Being the Anti-Christ

Part Fifteen - Dooku is Old as Shit

Part Sixteen - Dooku Talking Like Yoda

Part Seventeen - Damn I Want to Fuck the Jedi Council

Part Eighteen - Ponds is Suffering

Part Nineteen - My Giant Ass List of OCs

Part Twenty - I Never Shut the Fuck Up

Part Twenty One - Stanakins (derogatory)

Part Twenty Two - MACE WINDU MY BELOVED Pt. 1

Part Twenty Three - MACE WINDU MY BELOVED Pt. 2

Part Twenty Four - @frostbitebakery I STILL LOVE YOU FOR THIS

Part Twenty Five - 'we're burned for better' shitpost

Part Twenty Six - Killing my Darlings

Part Twenty Seven - The Force v. Obi-Wan

Part Twenty Eight - Laughing at my Own Tags

Part Twenty Nine - My Idiots <3 Pt. 3

Part Thirty - GET HIS ASS

Part Thirty One - Clones Are Hot

Part Thirty Two - I love the Jedi <3

Part Thirty Three - CAN YOU NOT FUCKING READ???

Part Thirty Four - Dumbass Anti-Jedi Morons

Part Thirty Five - Second Thoughts (oops)

Part Thirty Six - Girl Help

Part Thirty Seven - Miscommunication Pt. 1

Part Thirty Eight - Mandos (derogatory)

Part Thirty Nine - MY BABY <333

Part Forty - 🔫

Part Forty One - Hyperfixations Baybeeeeee

Part Forty Two - Temple Guard my Beloved <3

Part Forty Three - MACE WINDU MY BELOVED Pt. 3

Part Forty Four - MACE WINDU MY BELOVED Pt. 4

Part Forty Five - Jedi Culture Thoughts

Part Forty Six - Jedi Culture Meme

Part Forty Seven - BCC Meme

Part Forty Eight - My Brain Hates Me

Part Forty Nine - Obi-Wan's Parents Biting the Curb

Part Fifty - Miscommunication Pt. 2

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Excerpts of The Great War:

Part One - Scrapped Part of BCC

Part Two - Codywan Feels

Part Three - Last Line Challenge Pt. 1

Part Four - Last Line Challenge Pt. 2

Part Five - A Snippet of Chapter 4 (BCC)

Part Six - A Snippet of Chapter 5 (BCC)

Part Seven - THIS LINE KILLS ME

Part Eight - Last Line Challenge Pt. 3

Part Nine - Depressing Bullshit™️ (MITPTT)

Part Ten - Last Line Challenge Pt. 4

Part Eleven - Last Line Challenge Pt. 5

Part Twelve - Last Line Challenge Pt. 6

Part Thirteen - WIP Chain

Part Fourteen - WIP Wednesday

Part Fifteen - Last Line Challenge Pt. 7

Part Sixteen - Last Line Challenge Pt. 8

Part Seventeen - Last Line Challenge Pt. 9

Part Eighteen - Last Line Challenge Pt. 10

Part Nineteen - Last Line Challenge Pt. 11

Part Twenty - Future Snippet Pt. 1

Part Twenty One - Future Snippet Pt. 2

Part Twenty Two - Last Line Challenge Pt. 12

Part Twenty Three - Last Line Challenge Pt. 13

Part Twenty Four - Future Snippet Pt. 3

Part Twenty Five - Future Snippet Pt. 4

Part Twenty Five - Future Snippet Pt. 5

Part Twenty Six - Future Snippet Pt. 5 (Expanded Info)

Part Twenty Seven - Gooey-Wan Snippet

Part Twenty Eight - Ahsoka Show Spite Fic

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Ask Games:

Part One - Fanfic Ask Game Pt. 1

Part Two - Fanfic Ask Game Pt. 2

Part Three - Another Fic Ask Game Pt. 1

Part Four - Another Fic Ask Game Pt. 2

Part Five - Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 1

Part Six - Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 2

Part Seven - Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 3

Part Eleven - Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 4

Part Twelve - Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 5

Part Thirteen - Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 6

Part Fourteen - Yet Another Fic Ask Game Pt. 1

Part Fifteen - A Completely Different Fic Ask Game Pt. 1

Part Sixteen - Another Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 1

Part Seventeen - Another Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 2

Part Eighteen - Another Choose Violence Ask Game Pt. 3

Part Nineteen - WIP Ask Game Pt. 1

Part Twenty - WIP Ask Game Pt. 2

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My Recommendations:

Part One - Shoulder the Sky

Part Two - My [Completed] Codywan Fic Masterlist

Part Three - My [Ongoing] Codywan Fic Masterlist

[kalevalakryze]

Blood On The Ice

Chapter One: Muun Nynir

Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Tristan Wren, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-5576-39 | Gregor, CT-6116 | Kix,Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Axe Woves, Paz Vizsla, Trilla Suduri | Second Sister, Reva Sevander | Third Sister, Grand Inquisitor (Star Wars), Baylan Skoll, Hera Syndulla, Morgan Elsbeth, Fifth Brother (Star Wars) Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Alrich Wren/Ursa Wren, Ezra Bridger/Tristan Wren, C1-10P | Chopper/Marrok, Hera Syndulla/Ahsoka Tano, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze, Reva Sevander | Third Sister/Trilla Suduri | Second Sister, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Ezra Bridger & Ahsoka Tano & Sabine Wren, Alrich Wren & Sabine Wren & Tristan Wren & Ursa Wren Tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Blood and Injury, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Build, Hockey Fights, Hockey Injuries AO3 Link: Here! Word Count: 3,125

Notes: It's finally here! I've been working on this one chapter for the last two months! Gosh, so happy to get here right now! So some things to note, this series will take place across 3 acts, with a currently undefined chapter count on all, with obviously as seen in the series, some loose snippets floating around. This world was built by @thegirlsinthecity and myself, and while neither of us know everything about hockey, I think it's more about the fun we had putting this together over exact accuracy. (And yes, there are plans to return and update tags soon) So just some basic team lineups so it isn't all lost (And yes, more will be added slowly as I expand on the lines) Lothal Spectres: Sabine Wren, #5, Right Wing, Two-Way Forward Ahsoka Tano, #32, Center, Playmaker Ezra Bridger, #6, Left Wing, Grinder Tristan Wren, #60, Right Defense, Offensive Rex Fett, #51, Left Defense, Enforcer Gregor Fett, #39, Goalie, Hybrid Kix Fett, Team Medic Axe Woves, #17, Right Wing, Sniper Koska Reeves, #29, Left Wing, Playmaker Bo-Katan Kryze, #42, Center, Grinder Chopper: #00 Mascot Hera Syndulla, Coach/Owner Mercenaries: Shin Hati, #64, Left Wing, Enforcer Baylan Skoll, #87, Center, Playmaker Reva Sevander, #66, Right Wing, Two-Way Fifth Brother, #23, Right Defense, Offensive Trilla Suduri, #74, Left Defense, Enforcer Grant Inquisitor, #85, Goalie, Standup Cad Bane, #32, Center, Grinder Boba Fett, #1, Right Defense, Two-way Fennec Shand, #9, Left Defense, Enforcer Aurra Sing, #48, Right Wing, Playmaker Bossk, #54, Left Wing, Sniper Marrok, #26, Mascot Morgan Elsbeth, Owner

“You ready to get back out there, Sabine?” Ahsoka called from the other side of the locker room, securing her lekku in the padding so they wouldn’t risk injury or swing about and hurt someone. 

Sabine looked up from the yellow and blue jersey in her hands, the Firebird emblazoned on the chest, and the number five stamped across the back and shoulders. 

“You’ll figure it out, verd’ika,” Bo-Katan’s hand was heavy on her shoulder, warmth seeping through the thick shoulder pads as the older Mandalorian dropped to her side. “Shoot straight, don’t get hit. Rules haven’t changed on your way up to the big leagues.”

“But you need to be mindful of everyone on the ice,” Ahsoka cut the redhead off with a shake of her head as she settled on Sabine’s other side. “The Mercenaries are… better equipped than us. They’ve also had more time to train their rookie,” 

“Run that one by me again?” The younger woman shrugged off Bo’s hand to tug the jersey over her head, brushing her fingers through her hair to fix it once the material was settled over all the padding. 

“Shin Hati, some kind of college star, Merc’s Captain, Baylan Skoll, has been training her since she was a kid, I guess.” Sabine scoffed at the mention. Some kid whose connections got them the job, typical. 

“Don’t underestimate your opponent, Sabine.” Ahsoka reprimanded gently as she started to lace up her skates. “Hati made a name for themselves in the pre-season, a dangerous one at that. You’ll need to keep your head out there.” 

“Ahsoka, if anyone can keep their head out there, it’s Sabine,” Bo stood to her defense immediately, bringing a small smile to the younger Mandalorian’s lips. “You just gotta trust her, and also, hurry up. Clock’s ticking-” The redhead motioned to the loudspeaker announcing their time left before they needed to make their first appearance on the ice. 

Grabbing her helmet, Bo offered Sabine one last look of mild sympathy. “You’ll be alright, ad’ika. Your aliit is with you,” 

Trilla and Reva were laughing. The first game of the full season, and they were sitting there laughing. Shin was trying their best not to give them a moment of their time as she adjusted the light away uniform on her body, making sure the padding was covered and everything fell perfectly. 

Stepping out into the hallway, Shin was greeted by Baylan exiting the men’s locker room as well. Their head dipped in a silent greeting as he fixed the chin straps of his helmet. “The Spectres have had a roster change since we last faced them,” He informed them as a  greeting as they made their way down the hall towards the tunnels where the pounding feet and heavy bass made it hard to hear him properly. 

Taking the sticks as they were handed out by Morgan who was working her way down the line of their emerging teammates, Baylan rested his hands on the top. “Their newest addition, Sabine Wren; has countless connections to many on the team, including her little brothers, Tristan Wren, and Ezra Bridger. Keep an eye on her, but be mindful of the positions on the ice.”

“Of course,” Shin nodded, silvery eyes glancing through the doors to catch the shining lights all over the yellow and blue arena. Lothal. If they never had to come back, it would be too soon. 

There was no meeting or chant, nothing said between the players as the clock ticked by; not like the teams Shin had played for in college, which she was grateful for, really, the team bonding thing just wasn’t their vibe, and this team respected that quality in them all, but there may have been some part of them that itched at the lack of any acknowledgment from Morgan, who’s career counted on their wins. 

The speakers thundered in their ears as the doors were pulled open to the ice. “Everybody welcome to the ice, your Lothal Spectres!” It was an older man on the intercom, someone who sounded as if he genuinely loved his job, like everyone at this blasted arena. The cheering grew tenfold as skates hit the ice. From behind Baylan, Shin could see the flashes of blue and yellow on the rink as the players took a lap. 

“And your opponents for tonight, the Seatos Mercenaries!” Balanced on his blades, Baylan led their line down the tunnel. There wasn’t a big fanbase willing to travel across the galaxy to watch them. Still, they had a handful of devoted regulars reaching their hands into the tunnels, as well as some children and Spectres fans who didn’t seem to care, as long as somebody acknowledged them.

Shin paid none of them any mind, ducking out of the way of reaching hands, even as Baylan offered a tap of his glove into each one. The crushing feeling of anxiety melted the minute her skates touched the ice and she was allowed to break away. The music and screaming were still deafening, but now they had their favorite distraction in the form of muscles burning and the cool air in her face 

“Well kid, there they are.” Bo-Katan called as she zipped past, sinking a puck into the empty net while Gregor caught up on his stretches to the side. “They’ve been calling ‘em Wolves, Kurs’kadedse.”  Sparing a look to the opposing side of the ice, Sabine caught a pair of silver eyes locked onto her, eyes that continued to stare even as the Mandalorians caught them.

“That’s the one we were warning you about, Hati.” 

“What the krif is she looking at?” Sabine huffed as she passed a puck between her skates before sending it flying towards the net, hitting the post before bouncing right into the netting. 

Bo-Katan’s gaze drifted back to the ever-present stare on the other side of the ice. “I don’t know, but girl; please blink.” The redhead shook her head and turned her attention to the filling stands around them. “Seriously, I don’t think she’s blinked this entire time; could be something to use to our advantage.” The older Mandalorian clapped Sabine on the shoulder before taking off to the glass by their box to flick pucks over for the group of kids gathered on the other side. 

Sabine dared one last glance back towards the Mercenaries side before shaking her head, she could deal with a little staring for be’gotal’ad sake, you didn’t look like she did and did not get used to all kinds of stares, this creepy… animalistic stare was nothing… Everything was fine….

Through the entire anthem, Sabine could feel the icy stare, determinedly, the Mandalorian focused on the ice, etching a groove with her skates as the anthem pulled to a close. 

“So, she’s got some kind of staring problem,” Tristan was quick to announce, making Ezra laugh and nod his head.

“Yeah seriously, ‘bine, you’d think you personally went over there and insulted her mother, she didn’t look away from you once.” Ezra crossed his arms over his chest, the tip of his colorfully taped stick pressing under his chin and against the strap. “Be careful… Something feels off about them.”

“Seriously guys, I’ll be fine, it’s only the first game. I seriously doubt anyone will be out for blood,” Sabine shook off their worry with a dismissive wave of her hand as she glided to start. 

Sabine didn’t have a chance to give the wolf on the ice much more of a single thought once they returned; The eyes on her were in the back of her mind the second the puck had dropped at center ice. Besides, she had plenty enough eyes on her the second she’d taken control of the puck and sank it right past the Inquisitor’s glove, sailing past his shoulder and smacking into the goalpost before finding a home in the white netting as the horns blared not even thirty seconds into the game.

Tristan was the first one on her, arms tight around his older sister as the rest of the team crowded her against the boards in celebration. The crowd was screaming, though it was dulled by the beating of her heart in her ears. “I knew you could do it!” Ezra shouted in her ear as Ahsoka’s hand pressed against the top of her helmet. Even Rex offered the Mandalorian a proud punch to the shoulder before finally allowing her some room. 

The eyes on her from the other bench were deadly and predatory, as Sabine glided past, she watched a short woman leaning over the wall to talk to psycho-eyes. It was… disconcerting, but really, not her problem. As Sabine rolled into her first shift, Hera’s hand clamped down on her shoulder proudly. “That was a good run, we’re gonna send you on the next shift, watch for Bo-Katan’s signal.” 

“Got it!” Sabine called over the roar of fans in the stadium, offering a smirk towards the camera when she glanced to the screens to see her name flashing on the humongotron, progressing to full laughter at the increase in noise from the crowd, before the cameras flipped back to the game. 

“They love you, ‘bine!” Ezra called as he hopped the board, letting his shoulder bump into hers as he grabbed a bottle of water, nearly missing entirely when he squeezed the thin plastic to squirt it into his mouth.

 Rex jumped over the boards then, smacking his gloved hand into Ezra’s hand for good measure. Sabine couldn’t hear his comment, but Ezra flipped him off anyway as the old timer went into the frey, catching Suduri in a hit that sent the behemoth of an enforcer to the ground. 

There was a flash of the mirrored tint from Bo-Katan’s helmet as she turned her head towards the bench. There was no other signal to be sent her way, but as Wedge glided to the bench, she knew it was her time to jump back in. 

Almost immediately, the Wolf was back on the ice, shifting as Sabine was crossing the neutral zone. Their head lowered, shoulders tilting forward as they streaked down middle ice. Sabine caught the puck as it was shot to her, clear for the moment in the breakaway. The puck smacked off the hook of her stick, pulling it in close to her body as she stuck to the wall. The wolf was gaining ground on her, fast.

Golden eyes flashed across the ice. Ezra was almost clear… If he could just catch her gaze; Blue met gold, the puck soared across the ice, missing gloves and sicks as it went. It hit the edge of his skate as he broke away from the towering defense. Sabine didn’t get to see what he did with the puck, catching a heavily padded shoulder square in the chest that sent her down to the ice. 

“Learn to take a hit,” Her attacker growled from above as the play was called dead. One of the linesmen pulled to the wolf as Tristan rushed over to help her up. As the penalty animation played on screen and zoomed in on the wolf for roughing, Sabine could swear she saw a flash of teeth as the Keldorian ref pulled her to the box. 

“Gotal’ad, verd’ika!” Bo-Katan exclaimed as she pulled to Sabine’s other side, gloved hand pressing into her back and fixing the bright jersey. “What did you do to them?”

“Literally nothing!” The purple haired woman groaned dramatically, shaking out muscles they knew would be overly sore the next day. “She’s fucking insane!.”

“It was a valid hit though, little Wren,” Rex called as he pulled into the circle, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly as the Mercenaries penalty killers lined up. 

“Shut up, old man,” Sabine grumbled as she settled in. 

The ref dropped the puck, backing out of the two spitfires that were Bo-Katan Kryze and third-line center, Moff Gideon. Shoulders smashed together, skates scratched into ice, and sticks smacked into each other, until at last, Bo managed to kick the puck free, passing it to Ezra, who swung it across to Koska, then Axe. As the Spectre’s raced down the ice to take advantage of the five-on-four, the Mercenaries fought like hell to stop the assault. 

Sabine was streaking up the middle with Reva on her tail, pushing her closer and closer to the boards. Reva was bigger, but Sabine was faster, pushing the puck between her skates every time a black and red taped stick reached across to poke the puck from her unrelenting control. Rex pulled in next, pushing his way between the offensive right defense and the two-way forward.

Getting Reva off her back was everything Sabine needed as she pulled into the Goalie’s space, Axe swinging around the left side goalpost to screen the Inquisitor, taking that half a second of attention away from her as she kicked the puck from where it sat between her feet. The windup was fast, sending the puck flying from the toe of her stick. 

The Inquisitor dropped into a butterfly, but it was too late, the puck sailed past the closing edges of his pads and sank into the net, the loud goal horn echoing through the arena, quickly drowned out by the explosion of cheers from the crowd as Sabine’s arms went up into the air. “Yes! That’s how you get it done!” She shouted, her voice unheard with all the noise. 

Gleaming golden eyes turned to the crowd as Bo-Katan slammed into her, arms wrapping around her as Axe, Koska, Tristan, and Paz all joined in, almost slamming their huddle into the boards in their celebration. The only thing that altered the high of her joy was the heavy weight of predatory eyes, their weight intensifying as the Mercenaries winger was released from the penalty box. 

Eleven minutes left in the period, Spectres up by two, the crowd was electric, and Sabine’s heart was thumping comfortably in her chest, each time she glanced back at Hera, the beaming smile only made her light up more. As they pulled back to center ice, Sabine spared one last glance at the crowd, lips twisting when she caught sight of Ursa’s familiar yellow and grey coat in the stadium’s loudville level, phone raised, no doubt zoomed in to catch her kids on the ice. 

“Tristan!” She called as he came into his position at her right. “Buir is taking a picture, stop looking dumb,” This earned a barking laugh from him as Ezra and Koska switched out. 

“Yeah yeah, don’t hog all the limelight, ‘bine!” 

A growl from the opposing side had Sabine looking away from her brother. “You got a problem, kurs’kaded?” Sabine shot to the enforcer that sat on the other side of the blue line. The blonde only sneered and settled in, shoulders hunched forward and silver eyes breaking away from Sabine for probably the first time all day. “That’s what I thought,”

The next break came with a renowned intensity. Whatever the small coach on the Mercenaries lines said must have been particularly seething, with each forward all but bowling the spectre line over the moment the puck dropped. 

The puck was passed between wolf, to Sudari, Sevander, Skoll, then wolf again. Hera signalled for Sabine to shift, though it went ignored as the young Mandalorian managed to get her stick out, shoving the puck out of the wolf’s grasp. She slid carefully, hearing their skates scrape and grind as she spun around to take control. 

The race back to the Mercenaries goal was intense, a five on one break away that had Sabine already tensing up to get hit the further she pushed it, legs exhausting as she worked; Bo-Katan had already shifted, and Koska had switched with Rex this time. 

“Wren is breaking away! All alone crossing into Mercenary ice!”

“Here comes Hati, closing in fast-”

“Ohhh that one has got to hurt!”

The wolf’s shoulder smacked into her, their stick tangling in her skates in an illegal hook that sent her to the ground. Sabine hit the ice hard, sliding into the boards as they released their hold. The shrill whistle was sharp and skull splitting, but still, Sabine managed to get up, catching the venomous heaviness in dark eyes that tracked her recovery. The wolf turned away from her, igniting a spark of anger in her stomach. 

“Seems like Wren isn’t going to let that hit stand!”

The cheers that followed Sabine throwing her gloves and stick to the ground were loud and thunderous, but no more than her own heart as the almost bored look in Hati’s gaze turned into one of excitement. The scouts had noted that the wolf played with her food, and right now, Sabine was a four course meal. 

Her knuckles connected with their jaw almost as soon as her glove bounced off the ice. Heavy hands shoved into her to keep her back, though she could tell already that the bony knuckle of her middle finger had managed to split skin, red bubbling up onto a pale canvas quickly.

There wasn’t much time to focus on the renowned look in their eyes when a gloved hand launched into her face, smacking her head back off the glass hard enough to bring black spots to her eyes, though the second hit, ungloved, and right into the sliver of space between the pads right into her kidneys was the one that sent her to the ground, knees hitting the ice hard enough to make her bones ache. 

The crowd was screaming and cheering at the fight, smaller fights broke out on the ice around them, and Sabine could just barely see Skoll, shouting past the line of refs and yellow and white jerseys as he tried to call them off of her as Ahsoka and Kix struggled to rush through the traffic. Fans were throwing things onto the ice, and a cold hand bashed into her face at least two more times, the skin of her lip splitting under torn knuckles,  even as hot blood raced down the back of her head, staining her own jersey an almost orange color as the ichor bled into the bright yellows. 

Sabine’s vision swam, fists swinging weakly out, hands grasping at the white of their jersey, staining it with her own blood, trying to keep them from swinging any more. By the time Baylan managed to drag them off of her, Sabine’s vision was just a pinprick, barely managing to catch the look on Ahsoka’s face as she and Hera raced to try and catch her, darkness enveloping them in the hazy warmth of blood loss and the deafening sound of fans screaming. 

Translations: Muun Nynir - Hard Hit verd'ika - little warrior ad'ika - little one aliit - family Kurs’kadedse - wolves for be’gotal’ad sake - for the sake of the maker Gotal’ad, verd’ika - Maker, little warrior

[zanazirafanfic]

For the Writer Goal Ask List 💖 🥳 💥

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

Honestly? To just DO IT. 😅 I struggle with self-criticism to the point of paralysis sometimes, and last year was particularly bad for that. I wrote a lot at the beginning and end of 2024, but there was a nearly 9-month stretch where I couldn't work on "25 Days..." because every time I tried I was immediately thinking "No! It sucks!" and stopped. This year my resolution is, "Who cares if you think it sucks? DO IT. A bad, finished fic is better than a great one that never leaves your imagination!"

🥳 How are you going to celebrate when you achieve one of your writing goals?

By reading more fics by people who inspire me (and cheering in the Discord server with y'all. 💕)

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Oooh, tough one. I have so many! I'd say it's a tie between two different ones.

First is finishing "25 Days..." so I can start writing some of the other fics I have planned for that AU. I've got so many ideas for everyone in the gang and how their lives continue throughout and after the RDR1 era, and I can't wait to expand on it. It won't all be Christmas fluff, for sure - things will be much happier than in canon, but still intense!

The other is a series of canon-divergent Morbell fics I hope to start this summer (I think I've mentioned it on Discord before), a slowish-burn enemies to friends to lovers. Not divergent enough to avert tragedy, though, because I am evil. 😈

[digital-chance]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

thank you for the tag @clairelsonao3!! you're lovely.

1. What motivates you to write?

The stories themselves. If I get inspired and like the premise, I'll write it down. From there, my passion for stories will take over and tell the story and expand upon the characters.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

From the first chapter of my fanfic ysbwm; This place he’s in is a different world than the one he knows. There are so many flashing lights popping out of the building, constantly moving. The cars are shaped differently and drive on a painted street at amazing speeds. These buildings, like the one Steve just ran out of, are so much taller and sleeker than what he’s used to seeing. He gapes and haltingly spins around, letting his eyes flit around him and be momentarily captivated by the movement.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

At the moment, Theodore, from Scars of Duty. Writing a villain character is so interesting to me, especially since their character is going to change throughout the novel and series. I'm not the greatest at making ocs and I haven't purposely written a character like this before so this is a challenge that im excited to take on!

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Brainstorming. It's a love-hate relationship though lol. I love gathering all the stuff that inspired me and organizing it though so it's both worth it in the end and satisfying. Lately I found a template/organizer for the Notion app for my writing and I'm so excited about my projects now!!

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Honestly I'm not sure. I would say research and potentially preparation.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I love the tag games!! I love seeing what people wrote and learning about them and then being able pay it forwards for others!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Tumblr, with it's endless quantities of prompts and the short stories that people write on here. I love it. I also starting using both Grammarly and ProWritingAid to correct my grammar after me being in denial for ages about needing them. Very useful for the editing process.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

Oooh my favorite piece of worldbuilding i like is from Scars of Duty but it's a huge spoiler so I better not say it haha. My second favorite is from Nova Futurum and it's the underground community's culture. One thing I've noticed when I was living in a lower-income neighborhood is the sense of community and how that can influence not only social interactions but also things like crime. People look out for each other and care about each other and will help each other get to better places, to the best of their abilities. And in my new neighborhood, in a different part of the city, it's entirely different. More money = more socially/emotionally distant. I barely know anyone and the weight of others' opinions matter more. It's interesting to me and I definitely will add this to Nova Futurum.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Read other people's writings in a genre that you are NOT trying to write in. It doesn't have to be any particular style of literature, but something different enough from what you're working on. This way you can get inspired or even just have a break from the genre and get refreshed. It can get exhausting reading for research or inspiration.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@tea-and-mercury, @leisoree, @ruinmegently, and @janec23 are my biggest supporters and i adore their work. to name a few more people with amazing work: @scribbling-stardust, @halfbit, @hallwriteblr, @repressed-and-depressed, & @fire-but-ashes-too

tagging those people above and no pressure tagging: @ntzsche9, @writingmargo, @mthollowell-writes, @wingedcatastrophe, & @lostpasswordreturning.

[opalescent-cheetah]

weird questions for writers - 22, 24, 32! :3c

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I like to think I'm pretty organised (mostly bc otherwise, the brain fog makes me forget a bunch of important stuff 😂) At the moment I mainly use a channel in my personal discord server to take notes, and I also have a google doc separated into chapters, which I use both for general planning and also to sort out the notes into chronological order. Please enjoy one note from my discord channel:

(usually they're longer/more serious... and then sometimes it's just stuff like this lol)

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

(I hope you don't mind the long answer for this one, I got a bit carried away phfjdhf)

It feels like a lot tbh, especially for longer fics like Destiny, but I do thoroughly plan everything regardless of how long or short it ends up being. (There are exceptions, like Wings, which I wrote in pretty much one sitting, without any prior planning, just because I was bored and sad that day lol. But that's not how I usually work)

Once I've got an idea in my head, my planning usually goes something like this:

Brainstorming. I'll sit down for an hour or two with an A3 sketchbook and coloured pens and just write down all my thoughts. I like doing this by hand as I can get really messy with it. Any notes I've put in my discord over time will also be included with this, often as a starting point that I then expand on. Once I feel like I've got everything down, I'll mark ideas with different colours to organise them. Here's the very first page I wrote out for Destiny:

Organisation. This is done in a planning document (like the aforementioned google doc separated into chapters), and is basically just a neater (and chronological) version of what I put on paper. By this point the outlines are still very general, especially for chapters far in the future if it's a longfic.

Chapter breakdowns. I find I can't write effectively without a roadmap of sorts to follow, so I get pretty detailed with these, right down to the specifics of each scene. Here's a little planning snippet from chapter 9 of Destiny:

And then I finally get on with my writing, lol. I do enjoy the planning stage, especially the part on paper, but I mostly do it because I struggle to write anything without a solid plan 😅

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

This is hard tbh, my memory is not good enough to remember specific lines pdfjjfh (also I pretty much don't read anymore bc brain fog 😔) but! I can tell you some of the fics that have resonated with me, and that I still think about often:

moonstones and heartstrings by soverane (Shenhe/Yelan from Genshin Impact)

but that night was different from all the others by pyresque (Eula/Shenhe from Genshin Impact)

observations of one barbara pegg, penned by rosaria by oofmilk (Barbara & Rosaria from Genshin Impact)

Undone by veronicasanders and 4theloveofdrag (Courtney Act/Bianca Del Rio from RPDR)

forever is composed of nows by beanierose (Trixie Mattel/Katya Zamolodchikova from RPDR)

all the love I never gave (before I left you) by holtzbabe (Erin Gilbert/Jillian Holtzmann from Ghostbusters (2016))

Tysm for the questions anon! :D

[ladylucksrogue]

WIP Title List

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tags @snips2112 and @tealmisthams 💕💕

1. Just A Chance (Blyla in the Unexpected verse, Chap 1 posted)

2. Wolffe x Liri first meeting for clone x oc week

3. Prompt fills for the rest of clone x oc week. All are Wolffe Liri except for one.

4. Wolffe post TBB story (first 4 chapters are posted)

5. The Stars We Can't See (next chapter is being worked on)

6. As of yet unnamed Wolffe Liri interlude set after Just A Chance (Unexpected series)

7. Foxiyo chip discovery story (Unexpected series)

8. Rexsoka monthly writing prompts (I have a couple ideas but haven't expanded them yet)

9. I have most of the major events for the Unexpected series mapped out, and for many of the future stories, I have notes, dialogue scraps and ideas in a document, not sure if that counts...

NPT: No idea who to tag here who hasn't been! So, if you read this and want to participate, consider yourself tagged!

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Masterlist.

You will not be able to read certain chapters in this series without all your Community labels turned to show.

Contains: The slowest burn, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence and graphic depictions of violence, so much fucking smut (in later chapters of course), mentions of child abuse, graphic descriptions of bullying, forensic science. OC is a chronic pain/migraine sufferer, there will be themes of this throughout the story. There will be more and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

You should expect that each chapter could have a bit of everything, if it's tagged it just means it's more than one sentence. More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is.

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

Some of the chapters and snippets will be put to music, not listening to the music won't affect the story. Updates will vary, some days I might do two and other times I'll go a week without posting anything, there will be a time where I will open requests for snippets so you as the reader can have a piece of the universe I've cobbled together.

What's a snippet?

A snippet is an optional one-shot that adds context to the story and expands on some small themes that will appear throughout the story, not reading them won't affect the story but it will take away some of the more fluffy and/or mundane 'day in the life' elements.

Comment if you want to be tagged. Thank you so always for all your support. However, my tag list has been having issues so the best way to follow is to follow the tag #the reaper and the death angel.

You've spent most of your adult life in and out of war zones, and you've worked with the US military to identify terrorists and dead GIs. Sick of all the death and pain you chose to leave fieldwork and go back to historical research. When your little Brother leaves the Marines and settles in a small town, you decide to follow him. Will you find a home in your small, underfunded Musume job and your Brother's found family? Or will life with the Club just be another war zone?

Pre Season 1

Prologue

Part 1 ❤😨💉🔪

Part 2 ❤

Part 3 😨💉

Part 4

Part 5 ❤😨

Part 6 ❤😨🚩

Part 7 ❤

Part 8 ❤

Part 9 💉

Snippet 1 - The Lab💉

Season 1

Part 10 💉 🔪

Part 11 ❤😨💉

Part 12 🚩❤😨

Part 13 ❤😨💉🤢

Part 14 ❤❤❤💉

Part 15 ❤❤❤❤🔪🔪

Part 16🚩❤🤢(very mild)🔪

Snippet 2 - The Hand Model ❤

Part 17 ❤ ❤ ❤

Part 18 💦(discussion only)🚩(discussion only) ❤

Part 19 ❤ ❤ 🔪 💦

Part 20 ❤ ❤ ❤ 💦 💉

Part 21 ❤❤💦💦😨😨

Part 22 😨❤😨❤😨❤

Snippet 3 - The Siblings 🚩😨❤❤❤

Pre-season 2

Part 23 ❤❤❤💦💦💦💦💦💦

Part 24 💦💦❤ ❤ ❤

Season 2

Part 25 ❤❤💦💦😨🚩

Part 26 🔪🔪🔪🚩😨😨💦❤💦❤💦

Part 27 ❤❤💦💦😨💦

Part 28 😨💦❤💦❤😨🚩🔪

Part 29 ❤❤😨😨

Part 30 ❤❤😨🚩

Snippet 4 - The Charming Gazette ❤

Part 31❤😨🚩❤💦❤🔪

Part 32🔪❤🚩😨🤢💉

Season 3

Part 33 ❤❤🔪

Part 34❤💦🚩😨

Part 35💉🤢😨❤💦💦❤

Part 36 😨❤

Part 37 😨❤🔪💦❤

Part 38😨💦❤🔪

Pre Season 4

Part 39😨❤

Season 4

Part 40 😨💦❤ ❤ ❤

Part 41 😨😨😨💦❤ ❤

Part 42 😨💦❤😨

Part 43 😨❤😨❤🔪🚩

Part 44 😨❤😨❤💦

Pre-season 5

Part 45 😨❤😨❤❤❤

Part 46🔪😨❤❤

Season 5

Part 47 ❤😨😨💉❤❤😨

Part 48 😨💉😨😨❤❤💦

Part 49😨❤❤💦

Part 50😨❤❤💦

Part 51😨😨❤

Part 52😨❤❤💦

Part 53😨🔪❤❤💦

Part 54😨🔪❤😨

Post season 5.

Part 55 ❤💦❤💦😨

Part 56😨😨❤❤🚩

Part 57😨❤🚩💦❤😨

Part 58😨💉❤😨💉❤🤢

Part 59💦😨❤

Snippet 5 - The Lesson I😨🔪😨🔪❤❤

Part 60❤😨🚩💦❤

Part 61💦❤😨🔪❤

Snippet 6 - The Lesson II❤🤢🔪💦❤

Part 62❤💦😨🔪❤

Snippet 7 - The Victor❤💦❤

Part 63 ❤💦❤😨❤❤❤

Part 64❤❤❤

Part 65❤❤❤

Part 66❤❤❤💦❤

Epilogue ❤❤💦❤

One-shots

I'll Be Taking This Back💦❤

Trapped💦💦❤ ❤ ❤

The Weight of the World 💦💦💦💦❤ ❤

Lint and Gunpowder Part 1 ❤ ❤ Part 2💦💦❤ ❤

Beast of Prey❤💦💦💦❤

Run💦❤

Patience is a Virtue💦❤

Or Else💦❤

[happyocelot]

Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖

Thank you, sweet anon. 🥰

I don't have any WIPs at the moment, but these are the five fics I am most proud of:

The End of Winter

This is my angsty NH Hanahaki AU. I had another NH Hanahaki AU but it's a cute and fluffy thing, so I decided to go for super extra pain and suffering in this.

Here are some lines I like from it.

"Naruto-kun...Naruto-kun was straightforward," she protested, eager to defend his honor. Even when he wasn't there. Especially when he wasn't there. "Whenever he spoke, it was from his heart. That was how he showed his regard for others."

***

Laughter bubbled forth from Hinata's throat, like fresh water from a stream, gaining force and vigor, rushing down a cliff.

***

Forever.

That was what happened when the sky met the sea and they spun off into infinity. The horizon, forever and a day away.

***

She caught his crinkling eye.

He caught hers.

And she turned away to hide a smile.

***

But that was a different kind of forever, the kind that she used to anticipate with sweaty palms and racing heart. The kind of forever that seemed like the slow blink of an eye and the warmth of a smile.

***

"There's...there's so much I still have to tell you." The dense mass in her lungs expanded and she fought down a wave of nausea once more. "But...you remember what I said to you that day? That day I faced Pain? That I'm doing this for my own self-satisfaction? You saved me so many times, and I wanted to save you too. But I...I can't tell you e-everything yet, b-because..."

Her Byakugan wasn't activated tonight. The world faded into a watery, crystalline blur.

Foolish, crybaby ninja.

"Because...I'm not satisfied. So please forgive me. Again."

She put her sunflowers into a vase and bowed deeply to the person who'd changed her, inside out, upside down.

"A...anyway...please keep waiting for me."

Frogs croaked somewhere off deep into the night, and Hyuuga Hinata was gone.

***

Hinata could never escape his name and presence, could she? Ever.

[...]But then, he always made her feel brave.

[...]That forever that she used to anticipate with sweaty palms and racing heart. Him and her and a bowl of miso ramen, extra large, with a helping of naruto.

He'd thrown away that forever.

For this.

I'm happy with Chapters 9 and 10 too. The last lines:

She touched the sunflower petal in her pocket, smiled, and wrote a name.

For some reason, this isn't my most popular fic. No, that would be

Let's Switch Up

and/or

Telephone Game

These are the most popular and most reviewed NH I've written.

Oh God, it's been two years and the mood whiplash is so severe. I can't believe that I am the same person who wrote both The End of Winter...and this.

***

Gaara was trying to be a better sibling now. He was.

And if it meant contacting this...Hinata and asking her to donate a harem for his big sister, then...then he would do it.

It was all part of his journey as the Kazekage.

***

"...Hyuuga's harem is old news. You should get out more and read fan magazines like Awesome Assassins from Across the Five Great Nations."

***

"Yeah!" Naruto cracked his knuckles right back. "Kikurage is UGLY. And so are Menma, Nori, Wakame, Tamanegi, Aonegi, Shiraganegi, Takana, Benishoga, Mitsuba, Shijimi, Kamaboko, Wonton, and Yuzukosho! We all know that the BEST is me, Naruto. No other ramen topping can COMPARE. Hinata would agree!"

"What did you say, brat?" snarled one of the bystanders. "Aonegi is an ikemen. He has amazing blonde hair and eyes as blue as the summer sky. He's an orphan with a tragic backstory, and – "

***

...It wasn't like he was obsessed with her concubines or anything and could recite their names by heart because he'd read that Awesome Assassins article over and over.

He just wanted to see her. And tell her that Naruto was better than Menma, Nori, Wakame, Kikurage, Tamanegi, Aonegi, Shiraganegi, Takana, Benishoga, Mitsuba, Shijimi, Kamoboko, Wonton, and Yuzukosho.

And tell her that if she really wanted, he could do Reverse Harem Jutsu.

***

What was I doing? I can't believe I wrote a long story in which the whole world believed that Hinata was carrying on polyandrous relationships with ramen topping guys who sounded exactly like Naruto.

And this time two years ago, I wrote this:

Teuchi had seen a lot during his decades as Konoha's Number One Ramen Chef.

***

Until now. This was the Number One Most Bizarre Incident he'd ever witnessed in his long, long years as the owner of Ichiraku Ramen.

Did those kids really think he wouldn't notice that something funny was happening, just because he wasn't a ninja?

I wrote...a chapter titled..."Why Don't You Wear Bras?"

When I said those were crack AUs...those were crack AUs. I suppose I was far too influenced by "I Am NOT Going Through Puberty Again!" by EvilFuzzy9, the (extremely funny) time travel NaruHina SasuSaku crack fic.

Besides these, I'm particularly happy with

The Moon Sure Is Beautiful Tonight

Facing the Sun

When I Look At You

Heliotropism

Where the Heart Is

When Your Blood Type Is B

Sunny Days

and some others.

Thanks for the question!

[morbethgames]

A tiny glimpse into the final scene of Chapter 2 + What’s to come

                            I smile back and rub my neck a little. "The only instrument I have is my voice. I practice by myself at home a lot, but I was also in choir at school." I let out an amused chuckle, "Man, they used to make us sing the [i]worst[/i] stuff. We had this song we had to sing for the Holiday concert, and the entire thing was about getting socks as a present."

                           ${eli} lets out a small laugh, "Really? That bad?"

                           "Oh yeah, it definitely was. Although we did get to sing some good ones too, one of which was 'Footloose'. I still sing that song to myself in the shower sometimes." I faintly laugh in return, remembering the days back in elementary school when things were just so much more carefree.

                           "In fact," I continued, "I strictly remember one girl in the front row of the chorus, Rhonda Simmons. On the very last line of the song, on the big finisher, she sung it so loud that it cracked every window in the auditorium."

                           ${eli}'s eyes widened with a smile. "Surely not."

                           I chuckled a little, "It's true, it's true. Her mutation had to do with her voice being amplified." My smile starts to fade a little, "She had a, uh… a great voice."

                           ${eli}'s smile starts to falter as well when ${NPCGender1} sees my expression shift. "Is something the matter?"

                           "Sorry, I just remembered…" I pause for a moment, recalling the events that took place afterward. "When chorus started the next year, I noticed she wasn't there. Turns out her mutation was one that affected her larynx and made it produce sound by amplifying its vibrations. During winter break, on Christmas, her parents got her this cheap karaoke machine." A sad smile forms on my lips for a couple of seconds and I shake my head, but the smile fades just as fast and my features turn mournful. "When she saw what they got her she screamed out in joy… Her vocal chords tore themselves apart."

                           ${eli} gazed at me with a stoic sympathy, simply sitting there and waiting until I was done. When ${NPCGender1} was sure that I was, ${NPCGender1} spoke in a soft, almost monotonous tone. "That's also part of our job, you know."

                           I stare up at ${NPCGender27}, confused.

                           "It's not all just catching killers and bringing justice to them. There's an entire subsection of the Mutation Control Team that focuses on rehabilitation and guidance. If someone is possibly able to control their mutation, we offer to help with that. That's why our job is so important, because sometimes the people we track down don't need justice… they simply need a little help."

                           I look back at ${NPCGender27} with a thankful smile and nod. "Thanks."

                           ${NPCGender2} simply nods back in return.

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It’s going to be a little while longer until the chapter is finally out, so I figured why not post a little snippet of it to hold people off? To put it in perspective how massive this scene is, you will have an option to choose whether or not your MC plays a musical instrument. There are a total of 9 options (including not playing one at all) and every single one of them have completely unique responses. This is the response if you chose that your voice is your instrument. 

So please, put those save files to good use, and try out different options! You may learn more about the world, get extra little information about the MCT, or unique dialogues that come up later in the game! A current live example of this that is in the demo is that Elizabeth/Arthur have two entirely separate scenes on the train. If you have >= 15 intelligence when playing chess with them, you play a full game. If you have < 15 intelligence when playing chess with them, the game end very quickly and it takes you to a different scene with unique dialogue. 

Something similar also happens with Kris/Kristina on the train. There’s a specific dialogue option where if you noticed Sarah/Samuel’s panic attack in Chapter 1 (which in the current build is only possible if you have >15 Insightful) it makes a unique choice appear with them on the train. I’m hoping that by the end of the game, even regardless of stats, players will have the ability to have a unique experience in many playthroughs and see a new side of their favorite MCT member every time!

I also wanted to take this opportunity to say that soon, Extra Scenes will be added to the Stats Screen. These scenes will unlock as you make choices in the game and act as short scenes you can go back and reread at any time! For instance, if you get a dialogue option where Sarah/Samuel tells you briefly how they met Kate, you might unlock an Extra Scene in the stats menu where you can actually read through the entire scene of them meeting for the first time.

These are meant to not only add to the replayability, but to also give you scenes that expand the characters, world, and understanding of mutations, all without disrupting the flow of the main story. They will not have stats attached to them, even if they are scenes with the MC that allow you to make choices. I really liked the idea of this and I haven’t heard of it being done in a ChoiceScript game before (I could be extremely wrong about that and if I am then I profusely apologize) so I’m going to try to add these in as I go along.

This was a very lengthy update, and I do apologize, but just know that I am working very hard to make this the best IF I possibly can! Thank you all so much for following the game, and for supporting and believing in me. From the bottom of my heart, it genuinely means a lot, and I hope I don’t disappoint you all and that the book can live up to all the positive reception it’s gotten so far. Thank you all again.

[sunnysviolin]

5 and 9 for the ask game!!! 🐎

🐎!! I missed ya

5) Share a snippet that you're proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter

Actually this is an awesome ask because it lets me tell y'all I'm a part of the upcoming REQUIEM zine!! It's gonna be so awesome you guys the art and the fics that are already being made....legendary. I'll give you guys a taste of one of the fics I'm writing for it thought

"The graves stood in neat rows, little trinkets and flowers left as offerings to whoever was under the ground below. Kel didn’t bother to look at the names on the headstones as he passed. He wasn’t there to see them. He was there for one reason and one reason only.

“Hi Mari!” Kel said, trying for his normal beaming smile. It didn’t come out quite the way it should have, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind. He took the last few steps towards her grave and sat down in the grass beside it, looking around. The chill of November hung in the air, the wind making the brisk day even colder and causing the multicolored trees to shake off their leaves.

Her grave was still brown dirt, a perfect rectangle of grass missing where she slept. Kel preferred to think of it as her sleeping, that she was lying on her side surrounded by stuffed animals and blankets instead of on her back covered in lilies. Mari never slept on her back, and the lilies would be shriveled and wilted by now. It wasn’t the way she was in life, and Kel didn’t like to think of her that way now that she was...now that she was sleeping."

You'l have to wait to get the rest and the other fics I'm writing for it till the zine comes out though!! Honestly I like this little fic as much as I did New Normal. I might end up writing an expanded version of it someday :DDD

9) Are there any fics you'd lvoe to see but don't want to write yourself? What are they?

Oh god so many. I'm such a little brat I just want to consume content I don't wanna have to make it. Honestly most of my ideas I do wanna write, I just don't have the mental space/energy for it. For Omori specifically I have this fic I really want about Omori still being locked in Sunny's subconcious and Sunny having to just learn to take care of his inner child (Well..I guess I'm kinda writing that.....gah anyway)

I also have this idea for a fic where Kel and Aubrey get into a fight instead of Hero and Kel after Mari died, and how that might have changed how everything happened. I really like the trio of Hero Kel and Aubrey and what kind of development they can have together both post and pre canon, and I want to see some more content just about the three of them!

[remnantoforario]

Unmerry Men AKA The Problem With Robyn Hill

I’ve been sitting on this rant for a while. I’m sure there are people who have talked this topic to death since Volume 7 ended, and did a much better job than I am about to, but I still feel the need to throw my hat in the ring (or shoot my arrow at the target given the subject matter) and say definitively and without question: that Robyn Hill is a terrible character. 

Get some snacks. This is going to be a long one. 

Let me preface this rant by saying I don’t hate Robyn HIll...in CONCEPT. That last word is very important. 

The idea behind her character is a sound one: Atlas is characterized as a country with a VERY clear disparity between the rich (Atlas)

and the poor (Mantle)

So it makes perfect sense that there would be a Robin Hood (see what I did there) type character that would bridge this gap between the two and seek to make things equal, or at least a little less lopsided. As an idea this is great, but the problem (as with most everything in RWBY) is in the execution. 

Outside of Forrest extolling her praises in the back of a cop car in Chapter 2, the first time we see Robyn is when she stops Clover, Ruby, Qrow, and Penny from reaching the Amity tower site. 

During this introduction, she tries to coerce Clover into disclosing classified government information via her Semblance, and Penny has to expose her ambush tactics. Not the best first impression.

Now in a vacuum, this scene isn’t really that bad. Thanks to (clunky) exposition, we are already aware that there is friction between the military and the Happy Huntresses. As such it makes sense that we the audience first meet Robyn as an antagonistic force against RWBY and their allies.

The thing with this though is that all four of the writers of this volume forgot to lift the perception of Robyn being an antagonist until around the final third of the volume. Objectively, there is no reason anyone outside of her own group to want to trust or follow her. 

The M,K,K, & E are trying to position Ironwood and Robyn in the roles of the Sherriff of Nottingham and Robin Hood respectively. The main problem with this is that they fail to establish Ironwood as a tyrannical threat on par with the Sherriff. 

Does he make questionable decisions? Certainly. Are his choices morally wrong? In some cases, yes. But they are more often than not written in a way where the choices he makes are OBJECTIVELY best for everyone (even if they try to frame it otherwise). 

Closing the borders, hiding the Amity plan, diverting resources to FINISH said plan, and his other tactics (while at times misguided) were done in order to protect as many people as he could from Salem and her forces. They were all calculated risks that clearly took a mental and emotional toll on him. He’s a severely broken man trying to keep whatever he has left from falling apart, but everyone is working against him (including his own allies but that’s another story). 

This brings me back to Robyn. She is hailed as the “Hometown Hero of Mantle”, but all we ever do is see her take shots at Ironwood and Jacques and talk about how much the former ISN’T helping Mantle. My question to her, her hardcore cans, and CRWBY is “What has Robyn done to help Mantle?”. RWBYJNR and various talking heads mention how Robyn is helping the people of Mantle, but because the volume (seemed) so rushed to get to Salem’s arrival, we never see her doing anything that’s not directly tied to the plot. 

She’s not working on Mantle’s wall, she’s not in the streets talking to people, handing out medical supplies, giving away food, or anything that actively helps Mantle. We don’t even see her fight Grimm in the streets until the FINAL episodes of the volume. All she and her group do is actively antagonize the military and steal (which we never see them give to the poor). For someone hailed as the town’s hero, she doesn’t seem to really be doing anything to earn that title.   

After the election night massacre, she openly declares war on Ironwood essentially and begins stealing resources needed for the Amity project, until she is ultimately stopped by Blake and Yang. 

Now in theory I have no problem with Yang and Blake telling her about the Amity plan; my main hang up about it is that Robyn has done nothing to earn this trust. 

Until this point Robyn has been getting in their way as they try to reestablish global communications, but now they suddenly feel comfortable telling this sensitive information to a complete stranger and risking a leak even when they KNOW Tyrian is in the city? Instead of telling her that, why not tell her about Tyrian instead? I’m sure she would want justice for the people he killed. 

Then she is later invited to the Council meeting (despite not being a member) and made aware of classified information that she shouldn’t know of, as well as make a complete ass of herself and show why she probably shouldn’t have won in the first place. 

This leads to her finally believing Ironwood, but eventually that gets tossed out the window at the end of the volume where her actions almost directly lead to Clover’s death.  

As she, Qrow, and Clover are transporting Tyrian back to Atlas, Ironwood’s order to arrest RWBYJNRQO is issued. Now there are three things that are very important to keep in mind here after this order is issued: 

1. Clover is clearly conflicted about following this order. 

2. Qrow is calmly trying to talk things out. 

3. Robyn is NOT under arrest. 

Let me repeat that. ROBYN IS NOT UNDER ARREST.

So as Qrow is level headedly suggesting they all talk it out, Robyn (who again is NOT under arrest) starts a fight that results in Tyrian escaping his restraints, the plane going down (after Tyrian kills the pilot and co-pilot), Robyn herself being unconscious, and Clover being ultimately being murdered. 

Now tell me after all the information is presented, why we are supposed to care for this character? What have the writers done to position her as someone we should invest in? 

A lot of her accomplishments are told to us rather than shown, and whenever we do see her onscreen she’s mostly a nuisance that makes pretty much any situation she’s in worse. Yes, I know this is just one volume and she will obviously be a central character in V8 and possibly 9, but the damage has been done. Any attempt to salvage her will just be cleaning up the fall out from V7. 

Now since I’m not one of those people that likes to complain for the sake of it, I’ll voice my opinion on how Robyn could have been written better. 

The first thing we do is distance her from the Happy Huntresses. She will still be the leader, but that information won’t be revealed until AFTER the election. It’s not really a good look for a vigilante to try and run for a public office if they are still breaking the law. That’s like Bruce Wayne running for mayor of Gotham AS Batman (though the people would likely still vote for him). 

So as far as the public (including Ironwood and RWBYJNRQO) are concerned, Robyn is a normal Mantle city official and Joanna Greenleaf is the leader of the Huntresses. For those of you who don’t remember who she is (and I don’t blame you), this is Joanna Greenleaf: 

The second thing I’m going to do is give her a more established connection to Ironwood. My idea? Former military. Robyn was once a part of the Atlas military’s intelligence and recon division because of her lie detecting semblance. When she discovers corruption within the system (lets say something having to do with Faunus, the mines, Mantle, or the SDC) she exposes it but quickly becomes disillusioned with military life and is discharged. She then begins living in Mantle and becomes their representative. We can say this happened maybe five to ten years before the series itself starts. 

She served under Ironwood and has a deep respect for him, but does not agree with his decisions as defacto head of the Council. This is what leads to the friction between them. 

Next, we change up how she and the Huntresses are introduced in V7. When RWBYJNRQO arrive in Mantle the election race has only barely begun (we’re pushing it back). We see posters for Robyn and maybe hear snippets of an interview she is giving to a news station on one of the TVs. 

When the Grimm attack, instead of RWBYJNRQO running out to help immediately, they are cut off by the Happy Huntresses who quickly get rid of the monsters. Ruby and the others wonder who they are before the Huntresses scatter when Penny and the Ace-Ops arrive. The heroes are still arrested for stealing an airship and violating Atlas airspace (as they should have), but now there is some intrigue about who that group of women were. 

Forrest still gives his exposition, but leaves out Robyn because no one knows she’s their leader. 

When the gang arrive at the school they meet with Ironwood and Winter, but hear Ironwood complaining about “that woman” after having just finished a call on his scroll. 

Fast forward to the mine mission. Instead of Jacques showing up, this is where we gets their first full appearance from Robyn. She is brought via airship to the mine (along with an exasperated Winter and Penny) and begins to badger Ironwood about ducking their meeting, stating that Mantle still hasn’t received the supplies he promised days ago. You could also have her briefly greet the kids and Qrow before going back to argue with Ironwood. 

Things proceed as normal, but inbetween some of the bigger story events we see news reports of Robyn helping people around Mantle. Feeding the poor, cheering up the miners, handing out supplies, giving speeches, and other things to show that she really is the hero of the people. Not everything has to be directly tied to the plot, you can use extra devices like tv news and the like to expand on characters. They tried this in V7 but they didn’t go far enough with in my opinion. This would inform us more on Robyn’s character without her being the direct focus as well as give the audience an actual reason to get behind the things she says. 

The main aspect of Robyn’s character that I would focus on would be her relationship with Ironwood. Nothing romantic, just how their ideologies align (or don’t) and how they view each other. They respect one another. Robyn knows Ironwood is a good man, but she doesn’t fully understand why he’s doing the things that he is doing. She doesn’t know why he’s being so secretive. She wants to give him a chance, but he keeps denying her. 

On Ironwood’s part he knows that morally Robyn is in the right and genuinely wants to help everyone in both cities, but his paranoia will not allow him to simply tell her what is really going on. Salem’s reach is far and if she was able to turn Lionheart (one of Ozpin’s closest confidants) then she can get to anyone and that is frightening. 

This is why Robyn utilizes the Happy Huntresses. They are able to move outside the law and do the things she can’t (similar to Jim Gordon and Batman). She doesn’t want to condemn Ironwood because of all the good he’s done, but people are suffering and something needs to change.

Neither are wrong, but they can’t find common ground.  

I’d position Robyn more as a fringe type of character. She doesn’t directly intervene in the plot, but you know she’s always there bidding her time until she can be more prominent.

I have more ideas for her, but this post is long enough as it is so let’s just end it here. 

TLDR; Robyn Hill is a good character concept with horrible execution. Hopefully she will be somewhat better utilized in future volumes, or kill her off at the start of V8. At this point I’m good with either.