#and sef projecting

[regulvst]

Music Taste . +* ‘

[shmothman]

every week i say “i just need to make it through this week and then i can relax” and yet i never relax…

[saberamane]

So...while I know the reason is just a model recolor, a fun thought occurred to me today.

Clay and Darim have the same model, only Clay is blonde, Darim is a brunette, and obviously, they wear different clothes.

BUT what if there was a reason for that...?

A fun headcanon for people to consider:

Both Clay and Desmond are related to Ezio. Altair is Desmond's ancestor on his mother's side, being born from Altair's second son, Sef.

WHAT IF Clay was a descendant of Darim, and that was why they looked the same?

There's so much angst potential.

Clay had a similar ancestry to Desmond, being related to both Ezio and Altair (in this theory) and yet he was not 'important enough' for the Isu's designs.

He was from an ancestor too early in regards to Ezio's line to be of use for the Animus project, and maybe Sef had more Isu DNA than Darim through pure luck, and so Desmond ended up the 'chosen one' and Clay was the 'first edition' that wasn't as perfect as he could have been.

[cosmicgardencreative]

[Failed Heroes]

Ismaire:

UGH, you know tfw you just get back from a good hunt that will feed your family for days, and your stupid dragon husband won't just let you have a victory smoke in peace and look like a badass for ONE sec?

Like jeez dude, come on, everyone is watching. Be cool.

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Airis (bird dog) and Sef (dragon) are the MCs from a far-off project that I love doodling sometimes even though we won't get to work on it any time soon.

They have humanoid forms too, relax. ;)

[sefarlen]

I drew this comic from fic Almost Perfect from the writer : JustAnAwkwardAro

Enjoy!! ���👇

This is one of my favorite fictions. I started drawing it a long time ago and I reread this fic the other day. I love it so much that I had to redraw it. I love his/her writing so much.

I felt Bal and Amb's affection as well as their strain. (In Chapter 4, I almost cried for Ambrosius. 😭)

I don't know how to contact them.I drew it without asking permission. If he/her have a Tumblr account please tell me. I would like to say that I really love your work.

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[the-mountain-flower]

The Exiled and The Outcast

Chapter Ten: By The Way, Thank You, For Saving My Life

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Content warnings: fear of accidental arson/book destruction, aquaphobia/flashback of drowning

At midday, Dainix took maybe a full minute just staring at the large, wooden doors of the library that he’d spent so much time in for the past sef. The room full of wood and paper and information, and it was only the day after his near encounter with his demon form.

Paper can also be damaged by water. Did that make him feel better or worse?

Worse. It only emphasized how delicate it all was.

Gods, he didn’t want to go in there. He’d held it off for this long, but it was over a day and a half since he’d done any of his research. And if there was any chance he’d find something, he had to try.

The door felt heavier to open than it had before. The old shelves loomed around him, their fragility distressingly obvious.

And…

And Falst was sitting at the desk Dainix usually used.

Approaching closer, when Falst didn’t react to his presence, it was clear he was actually sleeping, his head laying on top of a still-open book on the desk.

To his left was a small pile of more books; on his right two more that looked like they were sorted into categories. Most of them lay in front of a small “X” scratched into the wood, a couple more in front of a similarly scratched question mark.

Dainix couldn’t help but smile. He had known Falst liked the library, but this was his first time seeing him there.

Dainix pulled up another chair and grabbed the cushion from its seat. Then, gently so as not to wake the sleeping ferin, he slid the book from beneath Falst’s head, replacing it with the cushion. Falst murmured softly, but didn’t wake up.

It was kind of adorable, actually. He seemed like the kind of person who slept lightly, though for different reasons than Dainix did. So he looked surprisingly peaceful, resting deeply like that.

Strangely comforted by the presence- he spent too long alone nowadays- Dainix picked up the book he’d left off on a day and a half ago, and sat down next to the chair he’d brought over, and began to read.

It was the first time in a while that Falst slept without any nightmares, or at least none that he remembered.

Instead he dreamed about a pillow, which was weird, even by dream standards, since he hadn’t slept with a pillow beneath his head in years. It sort of just appeared out thin air beneath him, the absolute softest thing he’d felt under his head, and it made him very happy to sleep with.

He enjoyed a peaceful rest-

…Wait…

Falst bolted upright. He was sitting in a chair, in front of a wooden desk with… a cushion?

He hadn’t done that.

His books were on the desk, where he’d put them last night. But he didn’t remember stopping… had he fallen asleep while reading? But then why was there-

“Did you sleep well?”

…Oh. Damn it.

Falst’s face flushed with heat as he turned his head to face Dainix, who sat maybe a few feet away.

He’d seen Falst asleep.

First of all, it was dangerous to sleep anywhere that was open and visible. Even if he woke up easily- except this time apparently- he was most vulnerable when unconscious. It was dangerous if anyone found him asleep, especially that deeply.

But Dainix had.

And where most people would take the opportunity to try and get rid of Falst, instead he’d put that cushion under his head.

He’d… gone out of his way to make Falst comfortable. Why?

Even now, Dainix looked at him with more warmth and care than Falst knew how to react to.

“You okay?” Dainix asked when Falst had taken far too long to respond.

“Oh! Y-yeah.” Falst turned away to try and hide his definitely red face. “Thanks. For the cushion, I mean.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“I don’t think I ever thanked you.” Dainix said.

Falst startled. “What?”

“For last night,” Dainix put his book down, “You saved my life. I don’t know if I could’ve gotten out of there without your help.”

“Oh.” Right, I suppose I did do that. “Don’t worry about it, it was nothing.”

“No, really.” Dainix leaned forward, placing a hand on the Falst’s own hand, the one that was resting on the wooden desk. With the lack of the lava-like veins, came an equal lack of hesitation. “Thank you.”

If Falst thought the glow from the fire beneath his skin looked warm, he was proven wrong the second he saw the warmth in Dainix’s eye. The way he looked at Falst… his words could be nothing but genuine.

“You’re welcome.”

Falst didn’t know how long they sat there in silence. It could’ve been moments, it could’ve been days. His gaze was warmer than the coziest campfire, and Falst wanted to never look away. Freeze this moment in time and relax in Dainix's presence…

Falst cleared his throat, but didn’t remove his hand from beneath Dainix’s. “How are you feeling? After all that?”

“Oh. Um, not great, but… better than yesterday. I mean, I’ve been in plenty of life-threatening situations before.”

“Monster hunter does sound like a pretty adventurous career choice.”

Dainix laughed. “Yeah, it is. But I was never on my own. I’ve always had teammates, and we got really good at working together at that kind of thing. I don’t think I could’ve gotten out of there on my own, and I thought I was done for. Plus, the whole drowning thing was especially hard for me. Which I think is why I… you know.”

“Was a little bit on fire?”

“Yeah, that.”

“Never had risk of drowning in the desert, huh?”

“I mean… not usually, no. But most Ignan settlements, we get our water from underground oases. Little pockets of water gathering together over time, inside an environment where it’s otherwise so rare. They’re usually hidden from sight, it can take a while to find exactly where they are, much less a way in. And we always have to be really careful because… the ground above it isn’t always stable.” His hand held onto Falst’s a little tighter now.

“You fell in.”

Dainix nodded. “Right over the water. And I know how to swim in theory, but I’ve never actually done it before.” He paused, breathing deeply, like he was trying not to relive the moment. “I was fortunate. The others were able to get me out of there, and my dad was able to get me breathing again with… um, I don’t know what you’d call it in this language. The chest pushing-thing you do if someone isn’t breathing or their heart’s stopped.”

Falst’s confused expression was probably a bit comical. “What are you talking about?”

“You know? Like this?” Dainix removed the hand that was on top of Falst’s- which was fine, Falst wasn’t disappointed- and put it on top of his own, intertwining the fingers, and pantomimed pressing down rhythmically on thin air. Falst couldn’t help but smirk.

“Are you messing with me?”

“No! Did no one ever teach you that?”

“No, obviously. But keep trying.”

Seemingly to realize how ridiculous he looked, Dainix laughed and leaned back to his former position. “I can try and teach you sometime. The point is that I’ve got issues with water and fire now. Just four more elements to go, I guess.”

Falst didn’t miss the way Dainix smiled when Falst laughed at his joke. Not that it meant anything, and Falst certainly wasn’t going to overthink it.

“Anyway, what about you? How’d you even find me there?”

“Oh. I heard the collapse.” Falst replied. “First time something like that happened while I’ve been here. Went to check it out when I heard someone yell, and got worried. By the way,” Falst took the two books he’d gone over that were in front of the question mark he’d scratched onto the desk, and handed them to Dainix. “Not sure if either of these’ll be helpful, but you can check.”

“What?” Dainix accepted the books with a confused expression.

“These are some of the ones I’ve read before. Neither of them write about demons specifically, but there are a couple stories that seem similar.”

Dainix gave him a surprised look for long enough that Falst started to worry he’d done something wrong. Maybe he hadn’t wanted-

The next thing he knew, Dainix had wrapped his arms around Falst in what was the first hug Falst had gotten in years.

“Thank you.”

It… really wasn’t that big of a deal. He just… it was only fair. Dainix had been sharing his food with Falst. He was helping Dainix get out of the castle sooner.

Even if Falst really didn’t mind his presence. Even if was so much less lonely now that he had company. Even if it Dainix was actually kind of pleasant to be around.

It was probably the warmth of Dainix’s embrace that made Falst’s cheeks flush. “Don’t mention it.”

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Is CPR common knowledge in Aurora? Or just in Dainix's experience since his dad has medical expertise? Who knows (except Red probably)

By the way, "CPR mouth-to-mouth=kissing" is something I hate SO much, so plz none of that, thank you

Remember to drink water, eat food, take your meds (if applicable), and get enough sleep. Love you all, and have a great [insert time here]! <3

[teecupangel]

Wait, idea I don’t think you’ve touched on, Mermaid!Desmond with Altaïr. I got nothing else, just MERMAID.

I don’t think we ever had a mermaid AltDes idea before. I mean, there was an ask about Fairytale style AU with Beauty and the Beast for AltDes instead of Little Mermaid.

As like with all the other old asks, I can’t find it here anymore XD

Okay, so for this AU, let’s set it in modern-ish day where Altaïr took over his grandfather’s company after his death and made it successful but he’s… ‘bored’ with his life.

He spent decades ensuring the company didn’t go under after his grandfather’s death, had to deal with one of the people he trusted trying to take over the company from under him and an amicable divorce that left him a bit hollow and… a bit distant with their two adult sons who have their own lives now.

Darim had told him that he should take a vacation and leave the company to him for a few months, get some fresh air, travel…

Altaïr believed it was his own son telling him that he needed to take a step back.

After Abbas’-

Well…

A lot of people were wary of him. They were worried that he would take them down as well if they were to just breath too close to him.

Or too loudly.

Altaïr was sure that it was because he had been full of rage back then.

Abbas’ betrayal had come as a surprise.

They never saw eye to eye on a lot of things but Altaïr never expected Abbas to go that far, trying to drag his name and even his family into the mud just to find a way for him to rise on top.

Altaïr had simply enacted vengeance upon him the way he was raised.

And that led to…

Well…

His older son telling him to take a break.

So here he was…

In this isolated beach house that had once belonged to his mother, left in disarray after decades of neglect.

It had been Sef’s idea, suggesting he might be less bored if he has a project of his own.

So he starts to repair it slowly, takes a walk on the beach after every meal…

Sometimes he even fishes.

It is during one of those walks that he sees him.

At first he thought he was just one of the rare visitors or tourists who didn’t know that the beach near his house was

(1) private property

(2) not really a good beach because it was full of sharp rocks

He was sitting on one of the rocks a little away from the shore, his lower half being hidden by the waters.

The tides had been a bit stronger than usual back then so he called out to him to tell him to get back to the shores, not really in the mood to have his family’s beach be part of an accidental drowning of the idiot kind.

He looked back and Altaïr froze.

There was something… strange about him.

Altaïr couldn’t place it.

He was beautiful.

The kind of beauty that was dangerous.

With golden eyes the same as him.

.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond is a merfolk and it’s neither confirmed but there is something about him or the way he speaks that seems to have a slightly hypnotizing effect. (which points to the idea that Desmond may or may not actually be a siren, not a merfolk)

Desmond didn’t bother to hide the fact that he doesn’t have human legs and thinks Altaïr’s reaction to be funny. He keeps coming back to the shore to talk to Altaïr. Once he learned that Altaïr is staying nearby, he stays by the shore in front of Altaïr’s house.

Altaïr thinks there’s something more than Desmond’s “I ran away from home” excuse of appearing in his family’s beach but he didn’t press, enjoying Desmond’s company.

Desmond and Altaïr slowly grow closer as Altaïr fixes his mother’s beach house.

Later on, Altaïr starts to fix the basement and finds a hidden door that leads to a underwater cave. Desmond finds the other end of the cave and they start to wonder why Altaïr’s mother build such a thing.

They later find out the beach house was build by Altaïr’s great grandfather from his mother’s side.

Desmond finally explains that the reason why he ran away to Altaïr’s beach is because he heard stories of a mermaid who disappeared around these parts.

“They say she made a deal with a witch to gain her freedom.”

It seems that Altaïr’s great grandmother was the mermaid of those stories who didn’t make a deal with a witch, instead falling in love with Altaïr’s great grandfather and staying with him.

Up to you if the way they did it is with the great grandmother mermaid staying on the underwater cave to be with her human lover or there is some kind of spell involved that is in one of the books in the house that can exchange a merfolk’s long life for the mortal life of a human.

Or because Altaïr does have merfolk blood in him, he can actually transform into a merfolk himself.

In all honesty, I just want to write an idea of a middle-aged Altaïr for an AltDes for once XD

[dont-be-a-gonk]

Coming up with overly intricate n tragic lore for my V knowing the only person who's gonna understand it is me, slay.

Random V lore stuff undercut:

Nomad origin V Birth name: Amar Abraha Age: 28 Identity: masc/male (he/him) Endings: King of Wands, Don't Fear The Reaper, and Temperance - Childhood Child of a scav named Sef and his fling, Eshita, Amar grew up solely under his mother's care. Sef had little interest in being in his son's life so Eshita took the boy to live at a highway checkpoint turned town. There he grew up for the next 9 years helping his mom manage her junk shop. Life was bumpy as business never quite picked up in such an isolated spot, out of range to most emergency services and primed for wraith raids. Shipments that came through were attacked or taxed by scavs and nomads alike, but the process became like clockwork and the people adapted, Eshita and Amar included. However during a typical raid his mother spotted someone familiar, Sef, leading the group. Anxious, she sent Amar away to a friend's house near the edge of town until the scavs passed. Her fear proved founded as Sef was not welcoming to Eshita's presence, especially enraged by her getting into a new relationship. A fight broke out and quickly what was once a robbery turned into a massacre as Sef had his men trash everything. Hearing the commotion, Amar went to find his mom but encountered his dad instead. Sef was annoyed by the boys blubbering and fired a shot at his head, taking out Amar's right eye. Believing the boy dead as well as the rest of the town folk, the scavs left onto their next assault. However Amar was alive, simply being knocked out by shock. Meeting the Bakkers Amar remained as the only survivor of the raid, but without an ability to drive and no where to go he stayed couped up in his old home, scrounging for scraps. This became his life for the next couple of months until a Biotechnica rep scouted the area and decided to buy the land for a project. The issue was that Amar wouldn't leave and was actively hostile to strangers, intentionally messing up their work so he could keep living in his mom's shop. After weeks of attempting to move the child, Biotech decided a more direct approach was necessary. A rep tried to befriend the boy, keeping a distance but offering gifts. Most went refused, but meals were welcomed especially as the desert heat destroyed the remaining perishables in stores. These meals were switched to laced products containing rat poison to make the boy ill enough to require help. Amar was persistent, however, and refused to be moved despite his new mysterious disease. Getting impatient the rep used a heavy dose of the poison and Amar became violently ill within the hour. In pain and confused, he tucked himself away in his old home, curling up as the poison took effect. But a chattering kept him awake. Outside, after the reps had left for the day, a group of nomads came by to survey the area. Breaking into the run down buildings and collecting what they could find they encountered Amar at the brink of death and decided to take him with. These nomads were the Bakkers and after a desperate few weeks they were able to nurse him back to health. Afterwards he was taken with them as his old town had been demolished. Amar was highly antisocial despite their kindness and was selectively mute for the first few years he lived with them. Not knowing his name and mistaking his raggedy long hair for a girl's, they called him Veronica (which would eventually lead to his nickname as V). It took until his early teens for him to start talking and by this point he had become accustomed to being called Veronica. V wanted to do more than just learn his alphabet (listen... there were no schools where he originally lived) and help clean up tents. He wanted to support the clan directly and pay them back for taking care of him. His ambition to keep his new family safe would eventually lead to him getting chromed using spares their ripper found/ stole. With a personal link and a new eye, V became an active scout for the family, helping out for nearly a decade until the Bakkers began falling apart.

Outcast and Night City His story then starts up the same as any nomad origin, fixing his car, meeting Jackie, and eventually making his way into Night City. The Welles act in as his new family as he navigates life as a low tier merc, struggling to and fro gigs. They're his support system which made the loss of Jackie especially devastating, with V feeling like he failed his family again. His mental certainly isn't helped by the dead terrorist in his brain nor his degrading physical condition, but eventually him and Johnny begin to find a balance. Unfortunately that peace only comes when time has run out and decisions must be made. Ending Decisions

(Phantom Liberty) V stays loyal to Songbird throughout the story, assisting her the whole way despite knowing she's lying. He feels her desperation and helps send her to the moon. His only regret is having to kill Reed in the process. V shares a drink with Alex and gives her his blessing to take revenge, she doesn’t (King of Wands). (Main Storyline) V cannot bring himself to put any of his friends in harms way when finding Mikoshi, but luckily he has Johnny by his side instead. When the two reach the core and are finally split they learn the truth of V's condition, devastating both. When looking into the Blackwall V finds the golden bridge to look nearly identical to light pouring in through a cracked door. It is a mental symbol he associates with rebirth due to when he was poisoned as a child. He remembers seeing that same sliver of golden light peer through as the Bakkers came to save him. This makes up V’s mind and, despite Johnny's protests, V decides to follow Alt beyond the Blackwall. Johnny wakes up inside V’s body alone and leaves Night City (Don't Fear the Reaper, Temperance). f

[challahbread]

Nobod’ys talking about how in Temma Matsunaga’s self-written sef-directed self-starring vanity project film he gets his dick cut off and its pixel-censored mass is comedically large

[saffronhouse]

Hey, hey, hey, the marvelous SEF_podfic is reading and producing my 20 year old opus, Tatters.



The worlds of Blair Sandburg and Daniel Jackson colliding in a Lovecraftian universe. Plus vampires.

SEF does such lovely work! What better time to hide from the real world and immerse yourself in a much darker one, because I promise everything will come out OK in the end in mine.

[fanonical]

Please tell me about your girlfriend’s supernatural fanfiction

Hi! I'm girlfriend (tho most people call me Sef :P), and i live on this blog sometimes too! I started writing a fanfic back at the height of the Spanish Dub Madness, when I basically decided that I wanted to burn this bitch down and rebuild her from the ground up. Supernatural has some very good bones with some incredibly interesting themes and characters that are severely underutilized, and I wanted to dedicate this fic project to exploring those, while reworking some of the Not Great Things in the text. Ultimately, the idea is to explore what Supernatural perhaps could have been, while coming to terms with what it is and can provide as a piece of media.

A lot of work has gone into this project! I run a server where I bounce ideas off a small community for the rewrite, which introduces several new characters to the narrative of Supernatural to make the world feel richer. This is including a new Winchester character, Lorelai, a new transfeminine protagonist I've tossed into the mix (and whom our community loves to one million thousand pieces lol), as wellas a few new characters and relationship dynamics to boot!! I have a draft of the pilot floating around on ao3 as we speak (which i could be tempted to link if anyones interested), but I am currently revising it into a new fic to update the project with a better writing style and a more solid narrative. The fic is meant to be a novelization of the series, so while I may not hit every single episode, I plan on doing the ones I think would be the most fun to put on paper, or the ones that would be the most fun to rework. I'm willing to answer specific questions about this fic if anyone has any in particular! :) Im willing to talk characters (new & old), plot changes, etc!

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RADYO BANDERA EXCLUSIVE: A newly released teaser video of Wakfu Season 4, leaving more exciting fans worldwide

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PARIS, FRANCE -- After almost 7 years, even after the Coronavirus Disease-19 (CoViD-19) pandemic in France… Fans around the world are in for a treat as an exclusive teaser video for the highly anticipated Season 4 of the animated series called Wakfu has been released in mid-June 2023. The teaser was obtained by Animation Digital Network (ADN) in France, and it has created a buzz among fans eagerly awaiting the continuation of their beloved French cartoon show.

The news of the teaser video was first shared in a new Kickstarter update and Twitter posts provided by Ankama Animations and one show creator named Anthony Roux, the studio behind Wakfu. Sources revealed to Radyo Bandera that the teaser showcases exciting new footage from the upcoming season, giving fans a glimpse into what they can really expect.

(Screengrab Photo via Ankama Studios / Animation Digital Network and France Televisions)

In an exclusive online interview with a male YouTuber named Iro Sef, it was revealed that the series is nearing completion. The aforesaid 4th season of Wakfu will not be a time skip. This means that the story will pick up right where the previous Season 3 finale left off, keeping fans engaged in the ongoing adventure. Roux on Twitter stated that the production is almost at the home stretch and expects the series to be finished around November 2023 onwards.

(from left to right, Prin. Amalia Sheran Sharm & Yugo the Eliatrope partially becomes canon when hugging them.)

This news has heightened the anticipation among fans, who have been eagerly awaiting the return of their favorite characters like our Ankama News Correspondents for OneNETnews (Yugo the Eliatrope and Amalia Sheran Sharm).

Wakfu: Season 4 has generated high expectations among fans due to its engaging storyline, well-developed characters and stunning animation. The series has gained a dedicated following since its debut, and fans have eagerly awaited new episodes. With the teaser video release, excitement has reached new heights as fans speculate about the upcoming storylines and character developments.

Looking beyond the potential release window between 2024 and 2025, Wakfu fans can hope for a continuation of the series and further exploration of the rich world created by Ankama Animations. While specific details about future seasons are yet to be confirmed if the funding is fully consistent for more, the success of the series and the passionate fanbase suggest that there is a strong possibility for the story to continue beyond Season 4.

As fans eagerly await the actual premiere in France and online, the exclusive teaser video has provided a glimpse into the upcoming adventures that lie ahead. With the series set to air on France TV Slash and stream on ADN, fans around the world will soon be able to immerse themselves in the captivating world of Wakfu once again.

The 4th Season of Wakfu is set to premiere soon on France TV Slash, a channel under France Télévisions. The series will also be available possibly for streaming the next day, after its television airing on ADN. This dual release strategy ensures that fans both in France and around the world can enjoy the new season as soon as possible.

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: Ankama Studios and Animation Digital Network via Twitter VIDEO

SOURCE: *https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ankamaanimations/wakfu-the-animated-series-season-4/posts/3835166 *https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ankamaanimations/wakfu-the-animated-series-season-4/posts/3835162 *https://twitter.com/Totankama/status/1655194236101492744 [Referenced Twitter Post via Anthony Roux] *https://twitter.com/Totankama/status/1669741207591825421 [Referenced Twitter Video via Anthony Roux] *https://twitter.com/ADNanime/status/1670740709681532931 [Referenced Twitter Video via Animation Digital Network] *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FNxljXYU7I [Referenced YT Video via Iro Sef] *https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/France_T%C3%A9l%C3%A9visions and *https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/France.tv_Slash

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[cat-esper]

WIP Intro | Nightland Nexus

Genre: epic fantasy

Vibes: worlds come in every flavor, ensemble cast, culture clash, various levels of technology, complex mix and match magic system, space train, magic geology, there's an evil that sleeps and should not be awakened

It is said the Nightland used to be home to a vast civilization. Until the Cataclysm tore away its atmosphere, killed its people, and isolated the many worlds connected to it via portals. Many years passed and the Nightland was rediscovered, and with the creation of the Nightland Railway, the worlds re-established contact and flourished. Prince Kamarissen of Azura is afraid to take his father's throne. Weakened by a childhood injury and overwhelmed with all that ruling entails, he feels like a failure. But when his uncle stages a coup and kills the king, Kam is forced to flee the palace with his two loyal bodyguards in tow. Without an army or the support of the people, he'll be hard-pressed to regain a throne he doesn't think he's ready for. What he does know is that with his uncle as king, Azura will fall. In the crystalline capital of the desert nation Claromanti, Princess Rian has prepared her entire life to be queen. All that remains is to prove she's worthier of the throne than her six sisters in a competition that will test the limits of their bonds and loyalties. With tensions brewing between Claromanti and its neighboring nations, Rian journeys to Azura in order to secure an alliance, but its new king is not interested in peace. Sef is a thief and a smuggler. With the price of magic in Azura so high only the wealthy can enjoy it, smuggling aether across the Nightland from the other worlds is a lucrative endeavor. But when he steals from the wrong man, he must trade his services in exchange for his life. If he can retrieve a key to a hidden vault and take whatever's inside, his life will be his own again. But the key is in the heart of the Azuran capital, and in the wake of what the people believe is the assassination of the king by his own son, such a feat would seem impossible. Sladen is an outcast. Traveling from world to world and calling none of them home, he seeks to prevent another Cataclysm like the one that destroyed the Nightland. This holy quest consists of two goals. The first is to discover the series of vaults scattered across the worlds and destroy whatever lies within. The second is a list of people whose deaths are vital to preventing a second Cataclysm. Sladen arrives in Azura to claim the next name on his list: the crown prince of Azura himself. Their destinies are on an intercept course and with a darkness growing strong once again beneath the surface of the Nightland, only their talents, knowledge, and magic combined will be enough to stop it.

This is by far my most ambitious world-building project so I expect it will be a very long time before I get to the point where I can start drafting this one, but hopefully the wait will be worth it.

I only have a few songs for the playlist so far:

Immortalized - Hidden Citizens

His Brightest Star Was You - Two Steps From Hell

Start a War - Klergy, Valerie Broussard

[fastcardotmp3]

15 + 17 for fic writer ask my dear dot-friend 🫶🏽✨🩷

senford! gladly for you <3

✨fic asks✨

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

oooh I'm about to be so pretentious are you ready because!! it is so much fun to make the porn a relevant and thematically vital part of The Plot and I never get to talk about it because the smut is never the stand-out part of any of my fics but! It's important To Me!! I think the bulk of the detail for me comes in the sort of thematic overlay to a sex scene, keeping it visual enough to feel tangible while also injecting The Narrative into it wherever I can. Like, SEFS drops us in the middle of a blowjob scene on page one because how better do you let the reader know you're dropping them in the middle of an established FWB situation? Eddie spends a good half of META just trying to successfully jack off because that entire fic is about failing and trying again and backsliding and trying again. Kas!Chrissy is about how both fridged AND final girls are so stripped of their bodily autonomy and getting on their knees for one another is a demand for it back. Both the steddie and ronance parts of my apocalypse AU deal with their own versions of seeking release in the middle of unending tension LIKE. I'm not gonna say that every sex act I choose for a character is for Thematic Reasons because only most of them are. but still. I have. too much fun with this perhaps. As far as realism goes though, I think it again just depends on the purpose of the scene! If the story at large is dealing with the very realistic hurdles these people are jumping, then yeah, it might feel out of place to include fantastical romance novel-esque smut, but that doesn't mean the fantastical romance novel shouldn't still lean into its own genre. It always, in everything, comes down to what is being said and what will get that point across most accurately, you know? PWP is accomplishing something different than sex in the final act of a longer story and both are good <3 sorry for rambling about smut on main

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writer's block)

In my current bout of not being able to write any of my longer/ more involved ideas, I'm trying to get better at focusing on not getting mad at myself for having that block. I think a lot of my writer's block Moments in the past I've gotten frustrated and overwhelmed and kind of threw my hands up in the air about it, but this time I let myself think more clearly about why I was having trouble writing, and found that letting myself work on shorter, more concise pieces allowed me to put ideas down on paper (even if not for my Big Projects) rather than shutting down entirely. sometimes writer's block is a larger life stressor issue and sometimes it's as simple as you're not working on the right thing try a different wip. I'm still figuring out how to tell the difference let alone how to deal with all the various causes, but looking at the why is always a good starting place I think.

[the-mountain-flower]

The Exiled and The Outcast

Chapter Five: A Rose,

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Dainix noticed his leg was bouncing when it bumped against the desk, startling him out of his reading stupor.

How long had he been doing that?

He tried not to worry about it too much, and went back to scanning the open book in front of him for anything useful.

Except… once interrupted, it became surprisingly difficult to go back to focusing on his task.

His mind kept wandering, and he found himself fidgeting with anything he could get his hands on.

Dainix sighed and leaned back in the chair.

He was bored out of his mind, subconsciously looking for anything else to do other than sit there and read for hours on end. Doing nothing but his exhausting search for-

Wait a second.

Just how long had he been at this? How long was it since he last got some exercise, how long since he’d been outside?!

He’d arrived at the castle only a few days ago, almost a sef at this point. The second day he’d gone to buy food, but other than that… he’d been in the same two rooms, repeating the same routine. Wake up, eat, research, eat, sleep, repeat. For five days .

Gods, no wonder he was so restless! He hadn’t stretched his muscles or even seen the sun in almost a sef!

Dainix stood up the second that realization set in, almost knocking over the chair in the process. He was out of that library that exact moment.

It was past time to get some fresh air.

The sun on his skin felt good . It wasn’t nearly as bright or hot as it was back home, the light broken up by the occasional cloud or leafy tree. Still, Dainix practically basked in the sunlight like a lizard. He breathed deeply, letting the fresh outside air into his lungs to replace the dusty, stagnant air of the castle.

It was probably the first time he found the world outside the desert not as cold and unfamiliar, but instead as a warm, welcome relief from the monotony he’d found himself in.

Dainix took his time familiarizing himself with his surroundings. The castle grounds had long since been neglected, the original gardens reclaimed by nature, trees and vines covering every stone arch and pillar. The amount of vibrant green still made him a bit uncomfortable, but not nearly as much as when he’d ventured into a forest for the first time. It was actually beautiful, in an overgrown, ancient way. The plant life here was so vastly different than anything he’d seen growing naturally in the desert, even in the underground oases.

He considered preserving something to take with him to show his family back home, settling on some brightly-colored flowers that looked like the wild descendants of what once grew in the flowerbeds. He’d seen something similar every once in a while, sometimes worn by traders and travelers passing through his village, and its likeness replicated during the Feast of Serenis. He hadn’t known roses came in colors other than red and pink, though. This one had petals that were white, its neighbors various shades of orange, yellow, red, pink, and white.

Careful of the thorns but knowing the wyrmsilk would block the sharp points, Dainix tucked the flower into his belt. He was aware that even dried out, it might not last for as long as it might take for him to return home if ever , but he tried to ignore that thought. It didn’t hurt to have a little token of hope.

Dainix started looking around for somewhere with enough space for him to get some exercise. He wanted to go over some of his forms and such, at least enough to keep his skills honed even if he wasn’t actively having to use them. He was still Ravvan, no matter where he was, and he wanted to hold onto that.

He thought he found a suitable place to practice, but stopped himself from entering all the way he noticed something off to the side, and realized this area was in use.

East of his position, back turned to Dainix, was Falst. He was sitting on the ground, a stick in one hand, and drawing something in the dirt in front of him. It was a little too far away for Dainix to see what it was, though what he could see were multiple pictures drawn in the ground around him. Falst was clearly absorbed in his work, detailing the lines in the ground with great care.

Dainix left try somewhere else, leaving Falst to draw in peace.

Falst’s ears picked up rustling and footsteps. Immersed in his drawing, he initially dismissed it as probably just an animal.

Sure enough, it stopped soon after. Then it came again, and Falst realized it didn’t actually sound like some random animal.

He whirled around, and saw the stranger- Danix- as he turned away and left the clearing.

Falst scowled. Someone so heavily armed had seen him with his guard down like that, and he hadn’t even noticed! He hadn’t seen Dainix outside the castle before, but context clues told him that of course he wouldn’t be the kind of person to willingly stay inside for too long. Falst was getting sloppy with keeping his guard up.

In frustration, he threw away the stick he’d been using, and raked his claws through the drawing in the dirt in front of him. It was a hobby he’d picked up in his time here, something he’d never had time for in the past. It gave him some comfort, at first just reminding him of the drawings gifted from a caring mother long ago, eventually becoming something he did fairly often.

Falst walked away from the small collage, leaving his newest drawing unfinished. Through the scattered dirt could be seen a rough sketch of tight, circular petals wrapped around each other above a thorny stem.

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