#oc tag: a precipice of a promise

[skybristle]

FINALLY I HAVE ALL OF THESE CUNTS NAMED. i made a like 10 iterator local group [Echoing Strife] with dear mutual @arti-cat !!!!!!! its crazy !! most of them were born like yesteday so no designs but im gonna dump about them. the whole theme of their group is they're based on the echoes /their monolouges. also some ancients that are important [more info under cut]. rb and comment on my ramblings boy

Metropolis: Clawing at the 'Clouds' [senior] [he/him] Sky Islands: A Second of 'Silence' [they/them] Wall/Silent Construct: Relentless Earthly Cacophony ['Rec'] [any/all] Chimney Canopy: Three Binding 'Feathers' [he/she/aer] Shoreline: A Precipice of a 'Promise' [she/it] Shaded Citadel: Seeing Past 'Ichor' [he/him] Subterranean: Solitude of Uncovered 'Omens' [they/it] Undergrowth: [Undisclosed] 'Vex'ing Desires [he/ve] Farm Arrays: Joyful Envision of Tranquility ['Jet'] [he/him] Bitter Aerie: From the 'Depths' to the Heavens [they/any] + Ancients: A Thousand Flakes of 'Dust', One Resolute Cause [she/her] Tangled 'Kestrel', Clawing Desperately [they/she] Cacophony's Caw, 'Crows' Descend [he/him] [child] 'Cardinal' Descending from Afar [he/him] [child] 'Wrens' Hopping, Blissful Eve [she/her] [BABY]

clouds: no talk him he angy. once again one of my seniors sucks at their fucking job. theres a fire in his heart filled with cancers and poppy tarts /ref hes gonna fuck everything up as soon as shit goes wrong. he gets therapy from a cat though. go shitty lesbians go. sometimes reffered to as claw demeaningly

silence: Old Man /silly . they are the mediator and are very concerned with their younger iterators. ends up really fucking things up with the constant fighting between vex and omens [ill get to that] and vex maybe explodes them [silence has a very weak structure to begin with]. oh also silence can overhear echos. hehehehe

rec: haha dumb IDIOT gave himself the rot!!!! she kind of did it when she was young and dumb and has come to really regret it, but chooses to use the remaining time he has building a better life for the creatures around him rather than concern himself with his infection and past mistakes, much to the dismay of its fellow iterators

feathers: silly little guy!!! had a crush on one of aer techs [kestrel] and grew very close to them. maybe cried like a little bitch when she managed to sneak her kids [crow & cardinal [wren probably wasnt born yet]] down there when she couldnt find someone to babysit. imagine having an iterator be ur nini to help you with your homework . its really silly to me. Sure Hope Mass Ascension Doesn't Ruin Everything! [feathers bioengineers scugs like them to Cope. it does not help]

promise: just kind of bitter and angry. it did so much work for its city, gave up everything, all for nothing at all. just for her to be abandoned in the chase for ascension. accidentally pingpongs vex's beliefs REALLY TERRIBLY while shes just kind of awkward about it because she doesnt like omens on principle but doesnt side with vir either

ichor: funny little guy . loved by his citizens. Knew about the mass ascension before it happened but didnt tell anyone so everyone [especially feathers] is really really fucking pissed at him. oops king.

omens: def the most devoted to ascension and the problem, while also studying past civilizations and Grand Cycles. viewed mass ascension as a good thing and is happy their creators moved on. watches vex spiral in Real Time and is kind of freaked out. theyre somewhat conjoined [not as much as moon&pebbs but they share a lot of systems particularly their comms arrays] which led to lots of fighting between them Constantly only driving them deeper into hatred and resentment. theres only a certain point when omens actually becomes Scared of him, however....

vex: ohhh you mentally ill little boy. fairly normal until Dust [the leader of a very violent and large anti-ascension movement] corrupted him as his mentor. uh. ve likes to believe it was beneficial and 'enlightened' vir but really it just turned him into an angry person, especially when mass ascension happened and dust got ascended which only cemented his beliefs. fights a fuckton with omens and believes in the holiness of the cycle. very unbecoming of an iterator. sure hope he doesnt do anything terrible!

jet: built at sea, collapsed due to a great flood/tsunami before mass ascension. believed to be dead and very distant from the group, they were a source of a lot of drama. hes actually alive though! he was built with Some waterproof measures in mind so hes functioning to an extent down there. in yuri we trust [with depths]

depths: originally built as spectacle + as a lighthouse to work alongside jet, but jet collapsed before they were completeted. oops. feels very hollow and purposeless, until a messenger from the sea shows up with a pearl . otherwise depths is very distant from the group [mainly distance and poor comms] and also when trying to learn about jets clouds found it insensitive with the wound being 'too fresh' and kind of exploded on them. woops.

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Once again, I don’t have a whole lot of updates, alas. But this year is already looking more active, writing-wise, than last year, so I have high hopes!

Plug for my writing discord if you’d like to hang out--it’s pretty quiet, especially lately, but is more or less intended to be a more interactive extension of this blog.

Also, we’ll go ahead and do an open question night! Anything I’ve posted about here or on AO3 is fair game. My askbox is always open, but tonight I’m around and keeping at least a vague eye on it. I do take prompts, but I do not promise to fulfil them in a timely manner, lol.

Precipice!Verse

Probably won’t be out this month, especially since I really need to kick into gear on my BB project, but I have not abandoned it--I’ve put too much into this to abandon it, lol.

SWBB:

Based on feedback from my last question post, I am going to do something where Padme’s ship never landed on Tatooine (they got their repairs elsewhere, I guess) and Anakin and Ahsoka meet and have an Adventure during the Clone War. Specifics to be determined, but it’ll be a fun ride, I’m sure. XD

OTP Meme:

I am very proud of myself for getting all five done last month! And I know...more or less what I’m doing for four of the five for this month (figuring out the Specifics for one of those four, and as yet Undecided for the fifth). I’m really glad I decided to do this, it’s definitely getting me to get stuff out.

The Other Battlestar:

Still needs a better title; but I really do think I’ll get started posting this month (I know I keep saying that but shhh). Not a formal teaser, but because there are some Key OCs in order to make the plot work, so a little bit of info on them!

Vance Kimble - around fifty; actor; went to college with Wallace Gray; will take Baltar’s Politics storylines (which, within the bounds of how far I want to go here, means Caprica’s representative on the Quorum and eventually VP; but if I do change my mind and go past the Pegasus arc, he’ll also team up with Zarek to run for President)

Atia Reyes-Baltar - will take Baltar’s Science storylines (because there is no way to build someone who can do Both the way he does); also at least part of the reason he doesn’t end up on Boomer’s Raptor (because he’s looking for her, he takes a different route when he flees his house)

Daphne Reed - Senior Medical Officer on Pegasus. ...yep, not much else to say about her that doesn’t Give Things Away, lol.

Cornelius Felden - highest-ranking Marine officer on Pegasus (tentatively a Captain since who the fuck knows how Marine officer ranks work we have never seen a Marine commissioned officer); originally from Aerilon.

Simon O’Neill - no, not that one. Or that one. ...no, not that one, either. sorry I couldn’t resist Officially a pediatrician; part of the civilian fleet that Pegasus strips; gets drafted for his medical degree. ((also is there. like. a Convention for tagging Cylon OCs? Especially ones that use their model’s Shared Name?))

There’s an additional selectee for Daphne’s department but Simon is the important one; Ileana Fortuna (an old OC of mine, one of Zarek’s aides) may also make an appearance here and there but will probably not be Significant.

...I think that covers pretty much everything I have in the Immediate pipeline; but there are other things percolating on a more long-range timescale (actually doing a SW/BSG crossover; some of my other SW-alone projects, expanding on a couple of the AUs I’m building for the OTP meme fills, etc.) So...there it is! Relatively short update, like I said, lol.

Also, not writing, but I dug up some old BSG fanmixes I made my first time around in the fandom, and made some Comments about them on my personal blog, if you’re curious: Season 3 mix; Cylon ship mix; Baltar/Six mix.

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[lettersofwrittencollective]

Little One

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1163

Prompt/ Kink: Praise Kink

Summary: Ivars been off on raids for the last few months and you find that he’s impatient to have you again before the end of the night.

Warnings: Public sex- exhibitionism, praise kink

Masterlist || Vikings Masterlist

You sat in the Great Hall with Ivar and his brothers as the raucous laughter of the night continued. Men and women were happy to be back home after months at sea, months spent raiding in lands too far from home.

You’d stayed behind and helped keep Kattegat safe while Ivar had gone raiding. Before he’d gone he’d promised you that he would not sleep with or be physical with another woman. That you were the only one for him.

You had nodded along with him but hadn’t fully believed the blue-eyed man. Though you had secretly hoped it to be true, you had not wanted your heart to be shattered if Ivar succumbed to temptation or loneliness. After all, it was uncommon for a man or woman on a raid to not find satisfaction and you had seen women, who were calm and gentle at home turn into fierce shieldmaidens on the field, unwilling to take no for an answer.

But Ivar had waited.

He had not been with any man or woman since and you had been able to feel it the moment he’d pulled you onto his lap when the festivities had begun. He was harder than you had ever felt him and the way that his hand had gripped your hips had told you he wasn’t going to wait until tonight.

So as the night had gone on and other couples had danced and drank their way through the night, you had waited for the perfect moment.

“I’ve got to share a dance,” you told him, and could practically feel the snarl coming from his lips before you explained, “If I get up, it will give me a reason to lift my skirt when I return.”

You watched the way that he licked his lips, dragging his tongue across the top lip, before nodding.

You found one of his brothers dancing and used that as your excuse. You danced with Hvitserk for a song or two, making sure that most of the room was distracted with each other before you made your way back to Ivar.

As you moved to sit on his lap, you can feel his hands pushing up your skirt so that it’s pulled in his lap and it’s just your bare cunt against him. He’s pulled himself out of his pants and you’re not sure when he would have done it but it means that he’s able to pull you directly onto him.

“Hush, Little One,” he told you as he pulls you down. The stretching of your walls making you whimper. It’s not so much that it hurts but the feeling is so exquisite as he fills you and you know you have to be quiet or the entirety of the Great Hall will know what you are doing.

“Little One,,” he whispers, “Can you feel that? Can you feel how hard I am for you? I’m going to fill you up right here. In front of all these people. Can you keep quiet, Little One?”

You have to hold back a wanton moan but manage to nod your head.

“I want you dance for me. Dance, Little One.”

Thankfully, the music had slowed down some as some of the men and women paired off with their significant others or with whoever they wanted to take home for the night.

Slowly, you moved your hips against his, following the beat of the music. It was torturously slow and you were sure that it wouldn’t be long before the rest of the Great Hall knew what you were up to as you could feel Ivars patience wearing thin.

His hands gripped your hips and you could feel their pressure even through the bodice of your dress. You continued to move your hips, rolling them against Ivar and you could feel as he hit that spot within you that had been neglected while he was away, your fingers not able to reach it.

You couldn’t help the inhaled gasp of pleasure that left you as you moved so that he was hitting that spot directly, over and over again. It was a slow drag against the walls that built you until you were sure that you would explode all over him.

He pulled you back to his chest so that your head was resting against him as he whispered to you, “Such a good Little One for me. You’re so wet and so tight… You look beautiful fucking yourself on me, here for everyone to see.”

It was your first coupling since he’d been back and it was public but the way that he praised you, the way that you moved together because of the slow pace of the music and the way that Ivar held onto you like you were his lifeline.

You felt your orgasm fast approaching when Ivar gripped your hips and held you in place a growl in the back of his throat. He leaned in to nip at your neck and you waited to see what it was he wanted.

“Wait for just a moment Little One, it would seem we have an audience,” he whispered in your ear.

Quickly glancing around, you found one of Bjorns men looking at the two of you. The look in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what it was that you and the youngest Ragnarsson were up to.

You could feel your skin heat in embarrassment but prayed that the flush did not reach your skin.

You could feel Ivar stiffen beneath you in anger. He was quite possessive and would not handle it well if the man did not stop staring at you and soon.

You adjusted yourself on Ivars lap so that it wasn’t so obvious that he was currently buried deep within you however the movement must have been too much for Ivar after so long because you hear him hiss before he groans and a moment later he’s emptying himself inside of you.

The feeling is so welcome and so intense after so long without him that it pushes you over the precipice of your own and into the pleasure of your own orgasm.

As your orgasm continues, you can feel Ivars large hand on your belly and it’s as if he doesn’t care what the rest of the world sees because he’s fucking up into you like his life depends on it.

Vaguely you can hear him in your ear, “I’m going to fill you up Little One and you’re going to give me children. Once you’ve had the first I shall fill you again and again.”

The very idea pulls you into a second orgasm.

As your second orgasm came to an end, you felt your body begin to relax as you leaned against Ivar. Head on his shoulder.

“Such a good Girl, my Little One,” he whispered in your ear.

Closing your eyes you relished in the way that he loved you in this moment.

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Masterlist || Vikings Masterlist

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A/N: Thanks so much for reading! As always let me know what you thought - comments & reboots give me life!

Tag list: @stiles-o-dylan24 @nicole-lynne

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Posted 22 October 2019

[kunstpause-archive]

2019 Writer’s Round-Up

@elveny tagged me in this and I have an equally hard time calculating things like word counts. There was a time when I kept track of it almost religiously but that somehow stopped sometime in 2018. It’s especially useless when writing so many things together - there are chapters by now where I honestly can’t tell anymore who wrote what paragraph. Plus we edit each other... It’s hard! But I’ll try my best. 

tagging @curiousthimble​ @captainderyn​ @tishinada​ @illegiblewords​ @midnightprelude​ @anchanted-one​ @defira85​ and everyone of my followers who is a writer - I always forget someone bc of squirrel brain - please don’t feel excluded and feel free to tag me back

Word count

So this is going to be a bit of an estimate.

I saw from Julie’s post that we have written about 422821 words so far on our long fic - some of it is obsolete by now bc we re-did so much and some of it is in very early planning.

And apparently we’ve written another 134024 words for our DAI OT3 Adriene Hawke/Amara Lavellan/Iron Bull and for the Hawke Twins in Skyhold. We actually had a quite laid out plan for that story and I love what we have so farbut we changed soooo much in den DA2 story and went into different directions with basically all characters that we will have to redo most of this when the time comes... (A reason why we both promised ourselves to write more chronologically - we got tired of rewriting our own stuff constantly...)

On my own I did some AU stories (namely the coffee shop au (10k) to the DA2 story and a crime/spy au (currently 60k) which I have stopped posting bc I need to change something towards the very end and I kinda feel I need to redo more chapters before that slightly as well. It is almost finished though. I guess it has about 4-5k words missing and is on my to-do list for 2020).  I also re-wrote a part of my DAI story, We overcome the night. (Inquisitor/Iron Bull) which is basically a small prequel for that DAI story with elveny. (35k)

Then I started an swtor story that isn’t published yet that sits at 10k

And I dipped my toes into some Dos2 and FFXIV (the latter one isn’t really published yet, also it isn’t done.)

Together with prompts and the fictober bits and small things here or there I think the stuff that I wrote on my own sits at about 200.000 words, give or take. together with the shared stuff I’ve written somewhere between 450.000 and 500.000 words this year in total.

Number of smut scenes

I wanna say “not that many” but then I went an had a look... About 25 - not all of them published yet.And most of them are very story driven, there is only a handful for the smut itself.

New things I tried this year

I went into the realm of Coffee Shop AUs for our DA2 story. And I had loads of fun with it. A follow-up for the DAI characters and a sorta side story for my Warden/Leliana OTP from DAO is loosely planned. Elveny wrote a very sweet roomate au in the same setting. (We can’t even AU on our own!)

I tried out some horror and psychological stuff in our Fictober AU as well as wrote quite a few different characters for the first time.

And I went into totally new fandoms this year, namely Dos2 and FFXIV. Though especially with FFXIV it feels sorta like tip of the iceberg. I will definitely plan and write more for that.)

Favourite thing I wrote this year

This is really hard. Because I am really happy about several things. But a few that I am especially fond of:

This short fic about Fane from Dos2

This chapter from the Fictober AU where I went totally out of character from my own writing both style and topic wise

This little fan-fanfiction I wrote for @elveny ‘s Lyssa (again, experimenting with another style)

Favourite fic I read this year

Family is what you make of it by @elveny - It was so sweet an humorous - I adored every minute of it

The wrong Warden by @curiousthimble - I am still not caught up bc I had a period of about 3 months where I couldn’t concentrate on reading anything but I am more than halfway there and I love this story. The characterisations are so spot on and the dynamics between the characters are wonderful. Not to mention a really great and interesting OC

Moments in time by @captainderyn - LOTRO! One of my very original internet fandoms and her stories and ocs are so damn lovely! It was surprisingly easy to get quite invested into both her ocs - the one shots range from funny and fluffy to sad and there is so much feeling in it.

Stalemate by @illegiblewords - I did not see those feels coming. Especially not with such an absolute rarepair and in a way I never even considered before. Single-handily opened my eyes to an amazing dynamic and just made me yell at my screen with emotions.

Writing goals for 2020

So many... Finally finish the crime au thingy. Write more FFXIV stuff. Continue on Precipice of Change, potentially finish it. (Which will be hard bc I love this universe a lot.) Write the very intense Tranquil AU to that universe. (Parts of it exist already) Write more for DAO. Get better and or consistent with answering prompts. (They are usually so much fun but the right headspace... you know?) Experiment more with style. Write something that makes @elveny either laugh or cry - both fine by me.

Words of Thanks

The most important ones have to go to Julie/elveny - for being my constant writing companion, for being my best friend and overall one of the most amazing people that I know. You encourage me, you give me ideas and you take my own ideas and make them better and I am so happy you are in my life! To many more years together!

Thank you for all the amazing people who beta (or have beated) for me or us. @edencalder @knallbart @curiousthimble and @cornfedcryptid as of late

And special thanks to @anchanted-one for going over something for us and for always leaving encouraging comments and @captainderyn for the really heartfelt feedback

[your-highnessmarvel]

California -part one

Summary: She had always wanted a future of power and fulfillment. She’d always imagined she would be a woman of conviction, a woman to choose how her life would lay ahead of her. Yet sometimes, things are arranged for you, and there is nothing to be done but to go gentle into the night.

Parings: Loki x OC, mentions of Thor x Sif

Word count: 2721

Warnings: OC being a little bitch

TAG LIST IS OPEN

Cali was always promised to be someone great. Her mother always told her there would never be anyone like Cali; as strong and intelligent as this young woman. Growing up, Cali would go to sleep listening to her mother telling tales of warriors and monarchs who ended wars. She was always fascinated with greatness, with being the one who held every and all power.

             Loki was a man of deceit and lies; a man who cherished pain and lived within the effects of his boredom. He loved to play tricks and inflict deception, yet he also relished in the pure, strong sensations of life. Among the lengthy portion of his young life, Loki had accomplished many gruesome, hypocrite things. He was not humbled by the consequences -no- in fact, he’d been fueled by the repercussions of his actions. He was pained by the hatred that came from his “cry for help” or his “attention seeking” duties. He blamed the fact that he was a second born, adopted son who always fed off the remains of his older brother.

             Yet the thing that fused them together was not their thirst for power or their undeniable love for reconnaissance. What blended them together was the lack of any of those things. Despite their infatuation with power and dominance, both of them did not hold those in their hands.

             Before they knew each other, they were strangers. Living on the same planet, yet worlds apart, they were total and utter strangers. Until Cali was invited to the New Year’s ball as a guest of prestige. Her family was one of power and wealth within the Asgardian community. Her father was the officer in charge of the Royal Bank and her mother trained new Valkyries. They’d always attended these events as guests, but this time, something felt different.

             Cali and her parents had arrived in a golden chariot, white horses pulling the carriage to the main doors of the castle. Asgard loved to decorate for special occasions, hence the castle was covered in glittering candles and translucent hangings. Even from the chariot, Cali could see the interior of the main hall was gold, shining with candlelight, exploding with wealth. As she exited, she could hear the soft violins and the low cello seeping from somewhere inside.

             She stood on the precipice of the stairs as they glistened with moonlight. Looking up at the never-ending castle, she took a breath. These walls were her home, yet now, walking into a hall she’d been to so many times before, felt like she was walking into a trap.

             “Cali!” her mother called, her head of blonde curls bouncing as she made her way up, her hand gripping her husband’s bicep. Cali’s father, always the elegant and quiet man, was clad in a dust black suit. He’d chosen to be simple, whereas her mother chose to wear a crimson dress with gold accessories. She’d also forced Cali into a tight-fitted green gown, even though the girl had precisely said she hated green.

             Now there she stood, clad in vibrant dark green with silver earrings and a thin silver choker around her neck. She’d protested against the dress, as it showed off her curves and left her back bare. The only reason her mother had found to persuade Cali was that the neckline was just below the neck. As if that was supposed to excuse everything else.

             Cali climbed the steps of the castle, her gown flowing behind her as she entered the hall and stood behind her parents.

             “I want you to smile,” her mother said, flipping a strand of blonde hair behind her ears. Cali smoothed her chocolate brown locks, which she’d inherited from her father. She’d also taken his caramel eyes and his tanned skinned, yet she’d inherited her mother’s chin and those darn scorning eyebrows. She had the colors of a foreigner, as her father was from Vanaheim, yet she had the facial structure of a pure blood royal, like her mother.

             “Don’t forget to curtsey and please, address everyone by their proper titles,” her mother added.

             “I think Cali is old enough for you to stop telling her these things every time,” her father interrupted. Cali smiled secretly. She’d always loved when her father would defend her. Her mother, trainer of Valkyries, was however never happy about those.

             They advanced through the hallway that people had created to let them through, eyes and ears at their mercy. Cali stood straight behind her parents, following quietly in their footsteps. The low hum of the cello and the sweet chirp of the violin accompanied their every step, the polished linoleum floor echoing from their shoes.

             At the very end of the eternal hallway, the King sat proud and smiling on his golden throne. He shone in an all-gold plated suit of armor, his spear in his right hand, his golden eyepatch glistening in the candlelight. The Allfather, the eternal king of Asgard, rose as the trio approached, opening his arms in a near-touch embrace.

             Beside him was Frigga, the beautiful and everlasting queen. She was dressed in soft blue with glittering jewels in her hair. She shone like the brightest star in the sky, her smile illuminating the darkest of hearts. She was the symbol of purity and motherhood, of strength and patience. Just a step beneath her was the king-to-be, Thor. He was smiling goofily, blonde hair awry, wearing a silver clad suit of armor with his bright red cape hanging off one shoulder. And standing a couple of respectable feet away from Thor was Sif in a beautiful silver gown, her midnight hair in a low bun at the base of her neck.

             Cali’s attention riveted to the King’s right, as she made her way closer to him. The prince with dark hair sat casually, his knees spread, dark green leathers spilling over his seat. His emerald eyes were glued on her, watching as she slithered closer and closer to the throne. Cali shivered uncomfortably. He was frowning, his features concerned almost, as he watched her. His mouth was pulled in a scorn, twitching as if he wanted to scream.

             “Welcome, friends!” Odin hollered, his voice booming through the hall. “And happy new year!”

             “Happy new year, my king!” Cali’s mother answered.

             “You look beautiful, Rona,” Frigga said, smiling smoothly. “As do you, Ragnar.” Her parents bowed before their king, as did Cali, feeling the eyes of a particular prince on her. She couldn’t help but noticed he’d changed in just so little time. She’d always seen him, from afar, as being the kid brother of Thor. Yet now, sitting casually with his legs spread, he looked like a man and not a child.

             “Lady Cali Ragnadottir!” The king stepped down his throne, embracing the girl in his warm arms. Cali politely returned the embrace, smiling warmly, her cheeks red. The king had never given her this much attention before. “You are a lovely sight, my darling,” he said lowly, only for her to hear. “I’m sorry to ask this of you quite late, but I would absolutely love to see you sitting beside my son for the diner.”

             Cali’s eyes went round, finding her mother’s face, who was raising her brows and silently urging her daughter to agree with the king.

             “Of course, my king,” Cali breathed, unable to contain her tumbling heart. She looked up and smiled at Thor, feeling her cheeks heating as he returned a warm and polite smile.

             “That will surely please Loki,” Odin answered, putting his hand on the small of the brunette’s back. Cali frowned, her heart coming to a stop, hands tightening in fists. She watched as Odin turned to the dark-haired prince, motioning for him to come closer.

             Loki stood, his brows still pulled in a scorn. He marched down the steps, green long coat flapping with every hard step he took. A feeling of utter terror overtook the brunette as she watched with widened eyes, the prince boring his stare deep within hers, as if searching her soul.

             He came to stand beside her, offering his arm, which she took begrudgingly. She felt so little beside him; his impressive height not helping to the feeling she was living. He was not the prince she wanted to be escorted by, and he was surely not the man she wanted to be seated next to.

             “Don’t look so glum,” he whispered, bending down so his mouth was over her ear. “I didn’t want this either.” He tugged her along as they followed the royal couple and Cali’s parents. She was practically gaping, her eyes staring at nothing, her feet going along as if mechanical.  

             He was the adopted second son! He was not the king-to-be or a prince with honor. Everyone knew how selfish and mischievous he was. The whole realm knew the essence of Loki, and how he was just a man out for revenge and attention. He was not a man for Cali. She would have preferred to accompany Thor, to show the king and the queen that she could and would be a well-groomed and powerful queen.

             However, taking a peek behind her confirmed her doubts. Thor was walking behind them with a broad smile on his lips, his arm the anchor for Sif’s hand.

             “Stop looking jealous,” Loki gritted between his teeth. She didn’t answer, instead opting to stare in front of her with a deep frown.

             The four couples entered the main banquet hall, swerving between gaping counsel men and gasping ladies. Everyone had eyes for the last two pairs waltzing in. Women were whispering about Cali’s dress and how lovely she looked, her and Loki both clad in dark green. The girl began to understand why her mother had practically forced the young woman into a green dress.

             This ball was supposed to be a good night; a night where Cali could talk to Thor or converse with some well-placed women in the crowd. Yet now she would be dutifully stuck with the prince of mischief.

             They all sat facing the rest of the guests. The king was in the middle, with his wife to his left and Thor to his right. Sif was sat beside her knight, with Loki following suit and finally Cali, at the edge of the table. Cali’s parents were seated on the queen’s left.

             Cali felt isolated and betrayed. She’d been given to the least favored son, to sit on the edge of the table, right next to the stairs. Things were really not adding up. Why wasn’t she sitting with her parents?

             “What’s the matter, my lady?” Loki asked in a mocking tone. “Not used to not being the center of attention?” She scowled at him, feeling like she could stab him right then and there and not even blink.

             “The matter is I am stuck talking to you as my parents are sat too far,” she grumbled, leaning away from the table as the first meal was being served; soup.

             Loki huffed, his glistening emerald eyes adorning a malicious look. “Daddy’s little girl, huh?” His voice was low, eyeing her carefully, calculating.

             “I beg your pardon?” She decided to keep her manners. Being filthy mouthed would only give him what he wanted. She dabbed your spoon into the soup, making a grimace at the texture. Loki reached out and placed cold fingers onto her wrist, sending little jolts to sizzle on the flesh.

             “Has no one told you?” he asked, and when she turned to face him, he wasn’t looking at her like she was a meal anymore. He was truly concerned.

             “Told me what?” she asked, frowning deeper the more his expression stayed glued to his face. “That you’re a royal rat?” She kept her voice down, yet the minute the words left her mouth, Loki’s face dropped.

             Cali tried to ignore his fingers still pressed on her wrist. Eating her soup, she looked around the banquet hall, smiling at familiar faces, until Loki’s harsh grasp brought her attention back to him. “I won’t be talked to like that,” he grumbled. “I am your prince and your…” he trailed off, letting go of Cali’s wrist like it disgusted him.

             “What?” she asked, her tone sour and venomous. “You’re not my future king, Loki. You’re just going to be a prince. That’s all you’ll ever be.” She didn’t even hate herself for her words. She was truly hurt and deceived that her parents didn’t even blink an eye at the idea of their daughter accompanying the dark-haired prince. They had given her to Loki for the night, without any back thought, when there were plenty other men and women who were much better than Loki.

             “If I’m so repugnant,” he growled, leaning close so his mouth was brushing her ear, “why has your mother agreed to permanently seal the deal?”

             The words dug deep, stinging in every nook and cranny that hurt. The young woman turned her head slowly, dark orbs wide, until she was staring at her damn mother. That woman was laughing loudly, exposing her beautiful teeth, playing in her golden locks, while her daughter was stuck with the horrible and tyrannical prince.

             “What are you saying?” she mumbled, her heart tumbling in her chest, her stomach feeling like she’d ingested liquid fire.

             Loki smiled, tilting his head to the side. “Well, why don’t you ask your dear mother,” he breathed, tracing his index along Cali’s throat.

             She stood up abruptly in a clamor of utensils and chair, her eyes still focused on her mother. Cali gathered her gown in her hands, walking slowly behind the row of royals, feeling like her world was on fire. “Mother,” she rasped, ignoring the feeling of a particular pair of green eyes on her back. “Mother, I beg your pardon.” Rona looked up at her daughter, frowning, excusing herself to the queen.

             “Yes?”

             “A word?” Cali felt like her throat was closing, air being rare and tasteful whenever she took a rugged breath.

             Rona stood, her face expressing annoyance and not concern at the look on her daughter’s face. Cali led her mother down the steps and into the corridor that led to the bedrooms. She leaned against the wall, the darkness of the hallway hiding the deep red color of her cheeks.

             “Is it true?” she asked, the darkness echoing her fear.

             Her mother sighed. “Is what true?”

             Cali fidgeted. She’d never imagined anything like this before. Her mother had always been a cold and distant mother, yet she’d always cared for Cali’s future. She’d always ensured that Cali had everything; the best education, the best fighting skills, the best books, even down to the best maids. Despite her recluse, Rona was a mother who had ensured that Cali could live out a life of power and fulfillment.

             “Is it true that you permanently sealed the deal for Loki and I?” Cali used the same words as the prince, a sour feeling rising in her throat. She watched her mother’s expression fall, her eyes turn nostalgic, her hands reaching out for her daughter, who swatted them away. “How could you?” Cali was close to tears, angry and disgusted by her mother. Would Rona have ever asked her own daughter who she really wanted to seal the deal with?

             “Cali, let’s talk about this somewhere else,” Rona whispered, grasping her daughter by the shoulders.

             “No!” Cali protested, almost pushing her mother away, tears brimming her caramel orbs. “Were you ever going to tell me, or did I have to find out by his mouth?”

             “This is the best suitor we could ever hope for,” her mother reciprocated, frowning deeply, the anger evident in her strained features.

             “You gave me the unwanted son!” Cali almost yelled. “I don’t want him!”

             “Enough, Cali Ragnadottir!” Rona brought her hand upon the brunette’s cheek, lightly slapping her daughter to bring her back to her senses. Cali gasped, cupping her now pink cheek. Deception was written all over the young woman’s features; eyes red with tears and brows pulled up to crease her forehead. “You will walk back in there and you will behave.”

             Rona grabbed her daughter by the bicep, hauling her against her body. She brought her mouth to the young woman’s ear. “And you will marry Loki.”

[shadowsong26x]

How do you stay motivated to finish w hat you’ve started? What is your planning process? Did you ever delete a work of yours?

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

...I...honestly don’t know? It depends on the project, in a lot of ways. Big bangs and exchanges and similar events (with hard external deadlines) tend to help with that? With Precipice (which I know I haven’t updated in six months, it’s coming, I promise XD), it’s that the world and its story feel super comfortable to me, and I’m not even halfway through all the plot I have planned out??? Which, on the one hand, is intimidating (and why I’m splitting off into a second/sequel fic after this arc finishes up), but on the other hand...there’s so much story here I still want to tell.

13. What is your planning process?

Lol planning process.

Uh, I sort of spitball ideas/concepts, RP with myself in my head, talk to my ever-patient roommates as sounding boards sometimes...I don’t outline or anything. I mean, I have a general idea of where things are going/which plot points need to occur (like, in the gardener vs. architect example, I know that I want to plant carrots over there and I’m gonna need some potatoes too, etc.) But, I mean, that still leaves a lot of the garden I need to fill in, right? Especially in stories where I have a huge cast.

Examples follow, beware of spoilers.

So, like...for Precipice, when I start an arc, I generally have a few Key Scenes that need to happen. For the current arc (Milestones), those were: Anakin’s duel with Infernalis, the Jedha stuff and Leia’s vision, and a scene that will actually be in either the next chapter or the one after that. ...and the bit with Rex, but that was added much later. Which is why this chapter’s been fairly light on the Coruscant/Senate side of things, and also Ahsoka hasn’t had much to do, because I didn’t really plan for them and then the other plotlines sort of...started spiraling??

For The Devoted, I knew more or less the beats I needed to hit for the whole fic--Obi-Wan and Padme meeting Anakin and Ahsoka; the two of them deciding to stay; at least one starter mission; Obi-Wan and Padme Cannot Ethically Seduce Anakin; a few bonding scenes; the final sequence.

For for we are a woven thread; find the strand, it was sort of a similar process to The Devoted. I had a general idea of what I needed to do, and what order things needed to happen in, but...like...the entire Obi-Wan plot thread in part three came together at the last minute because I had no idea what to do with him other than it would be another Adventure and probably tie into the very faint “we’re not actually alone in this” underlying all three plot threads (or possibly that was a thing I realized I did after the fact but I like to pretend I planned it that way XD)

In contrast, for a couple of upcoming/in-progress things...our faces like a mirror has a lot of blank space I need to fill in, but I still kind of know what beats I need to fit (both for Bo-Katan’s adventures during the civil war, and the gradual breakdown of her relationship with Satine over the next several years). Dragonshifters still has no plot, but a bunch of Concept notes and a few little scenes, but it’ll shape up to something during the Clone War.

I also have a couple upcoming AtLA projects--an AU outline that I’ve more or less worked out everything except how the arc ends; an Avatar Zuko AU that I’ve worked out more or less how things go up until Aang turns up; a long thing about Lu Ten and an OC of mine where I have...a lot of white space to fill in about their relationship, and then figuring out what she does when she gets her memories back...

This is why I RP with myself/noodle around a lot. Eventually, I’ll fill those pieces in XD

36. Did you ever delete a work of yours?

Yep, but not for a long time. Back when I was in the LotR fandom a million years ago, I got a comment from a canon purist that kind of hit hard. To be fair, I may not have tagged/etc. properly that it was AU, I also had not read the Silmarillion or any of the other fleshing-out things, and I was fairly young/new to this. It might not have been that big a deal for me now that I have a thicker skin, but at the time, it was enough to make me take the fic in question down and stop writing in that fandom.

Everything else is still out there somewhere, maybe on FFN or LJ. A couple things I cowrote are on my former coauthor’s journal on an LJ clone that is not LJ. Some of it is embarrassing/I wouldn’t share with anyone now, some of it I would, some of it I’ve forgotten where it is...but it’s all out there if you really want to find it.

Ask me fanfic writer questions!

[meteorjamyourdickinme]

Then We Had You

Prompt: Children 

Summary: And just trying to absorb the reality of what had just happened. Of how their lives had just casually been altered forever. 

Rating: G

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: This is my second submission for the KagaKuroko Weekend Event. Their little ball of sunshine is an OC that @tetsucchin and I have created and sadly (not at all) love like our own. If you guys have time, you should definitely check it out and participate! 

If Kagami had said that he hadn’t breathed a sigh of relief when the hospital room door closed behind Murasakibara, he would have been a liar.

He should have known the instant that Kuroko received a text from Kise asking if he could come visit that chaos would certainly ensue. And damned if he wasn’t right.

Within ten minutes of the first text, ‘just Kise’ had turned into ‘Aominecchi is coming too’, followed shortly by Midorima deciding that he simply had no other chance during the week to visit so he might as well tag along, and Akashi conveniently being in the neighborhood with enough time to stop by. He wasn’t even entirely sure how Murasakibara ended up in the mix. Probably bribed with candy. Most likely bribed with candy.

Kagami had never heard so much noise in his life. Arguing and ear-piercing squeals and Midorima reciting the traits of the Aquarius as though they hadn’t heard them in relation to Kuroko a million times before. He was just reaching the precipice of pulling his hair by the roots and telling them all to get the hell out when, almost miraculously, they all decided they should probably leave before it got too late. He was not going to change their minds.

When the door’s latch clicked into place, filling the room with a blissful silence, Kuroko sighed from his spot on the bed, rolling onto his side so he could peer through the railing at his husband.

“How is he?”

Kagami tugged down the blanket swaddling their newborn with the tip of his finger, almost giggling as he was met with mirroring red eyes that were all too human in their portrayal of a confused What the hell was that?!

“He’s fine. A little shocked, from the looks of it. Poor guy didn’t know he was going to be ambushed today.”

“I was afraid he was going to cry,” Kuroko said, with good reason. Four times, Yoake’s little face had screwed up in the threats of a fit when the noise level had gotten too high, or he was jostled about too much in strange arms.

“Nah.” Kagami gently tucked the blanket back around the sweetest round cheeks, leaning in to peck Yoake’s forehead. “He’s a tough little guy.”

Kuroko smiled, nestling deeper into his flat pillow, exhaustion creeping up his spine. They’d been up and moving for almost two days. Fourteen hours of labor had been the most terrifying, excruciating ordeal they had ever gone through.  And soon after their son had been born, he and their surrogate had been wheeled to different rooms in the wing. So the pair of them had been going from room to room for hours, feeding, fetching food, adjusting pillows, changing diapers. And just really trying to absorb the reality of what had just happened.

Of how their lives had just casually been altered forever.

But, while Kuroko was struggling to stay upright and keep his eyes open, Kagami was surprisingly chipper. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, he was smiling. Still moving at a mile a minute. Insisting that Kuroko lay in their hospital bed while he took care of the baby for a while. He’d be fine, Kuroko, that’s what they took those parenting classes for, wasn’t it?

The redhead was bouncing their son now, as much as the cramped armchair beside their bed would allow, Yoake’s wide eyes drooping slightly.

“There we go,” Kagami cooed, unable to resist another kiss to hair that smelled like powder. “They’re not so bad, huh? Well…when they’re not around.”

Kuroko chuckled under his breath, reaching through the railing to swat halfheartedly at his husband. Kagami grinned, leaning back against the chair.

“You’ll learn to live with them. They’re a bit loud and obnoxious, but…they love you. I promise.”

Yoake blinked up at him. Apprehensively.

“What? I’m telling the truth. Kise almost fainted when we told him we were having you. Almost fainted when we showed him the nursery. Did faint when we texted him that you were being born…”

Kagami drifted off, mouth twisted a bit, until Yoake sniffed loudly, shaking him from his thoughts.

“But he loves you. Adores you. I think he thinks you’re the greatest thing in the entire world. And…I think your dad and I are gonna ask him to be your godfather. What do you think?”

He waited, staring down into eyes that stared back.

“…I knew you’d agree. Now, Akashi…he’s a bit…new. He used to be crazy. Like, genuinely crazy. It wasn’t his fault or anything, but he tried to stab me. In the face.”

“…Taiga-kun.”

“But he’s okay now. And believe it or not, I think he was pretty excited for you too. But I don’t think he really knows how to act around kids, so he might be a bit awkward at first. You’ll just have to give him time to warm up to you.”

The redhead had nearly blanched when Kagami had plopped the boy into his arms without warning. Warming up was, in all likelihood, going to take quite a bit of time.

“The tall purple thing, that was Murasakibara. He kind of…well, he doesn’t really do much. I think he was happy to see you, but I’ve never really seen him happy, so I’m not sure. He just usually eats a lot. We’ll make sure he doesn’t try to eat you.”

“He’s so sweet, that might be a problem,” Kuroko added, reaching out to gingerly pet Yoake’s hair.

“Midorima’s more practical than the rest of them. He’s already thinking of colleges and careers for you. He refuses to let you just be a cute little roly poly while you can. But, he’s competent. And can change a diaper. So…,” Kagami winced apologetically. “I think we’re gonna use him as a babysitter when we can. Sorry, kiddo.”

Kuroko let a piece of Yoake’s shaggy hair curl around his finger.

“You’re forgetting someone.”

Kagami pursed his mouth, glancing up at the corner of the ceiling as he pretended to think.

“No. No, I got everyone that’s important.”

“Taiga-kun.”

He heaved a sigh, muttering under his breath.

“…Aomine is a dick. But he seems like less of a dick around you, so…cool.”

Kuroko snickered, shaking his head.

“Good enough, I suppose.”

“And you haven’t even met Seirin yet.”

It was true. They had only been at the hospital for a short time (though it felt like eons), and Kuroko suspected they would only be there for maybe another day, so Seirin was more than likely going to have to wait until they were nice and settled in the apartment to come visit. But Kuroko was beyond thrilled for their old team to meet the newest member. From the way Kagami’s eyes lit up at the mention, he was too.

“Wait until you meet Kiyoshi. Something tells me you two are going to get along great.”

“Our house is going to be so loud when he actually gets big enough to play with him.”

Kagami hummed happily.

“You’ll have to ignore Hyuuga. His bark is worse than his bite. Most of the time. He might take it easy on you. Where you’re so cute and all.”

“Captain wouldn’t be happy hearing you talk like that,” Kuroko warned.

“Which is why I’m not saying to while he’s around.”

The blue-haired boy snorted softly, drawing his hand back against his chest as he curled into a ball. It was nice, hearing Kagami ramble on about the ones they loved most. Especially when Yoake was staring at him so intently, enraptured with Kagami’s tone and how his father’s face grew more animated as he went.

“Mitobe will always take care of you. Always. He’s been like a mother to all of us for years. He’s just a little quiet. And Izuki will make jokes. All the time. All the time. You don’t have to laugh if they’re not funny. But it makes his day when you do, so maybe you could a few times.”

“What if he thinks Izuki-kun is hilarious?” Kuroko murmured.

Kagami gave him a pained look, earning a content smile for his efforts.

“Koganei has a cat mouth. Yeah, I know, it’s weird. But he’ll love you. And Furi’s pretty great too. He’ll probably teach you a lot about confidence and not giving up when it gets hard. You’ll learn a lot from him.”

Yoake sighed again, lashes fluttering slowly. It wasn’t just Kagami and Kuroko that were feeling the stress of the last two days.

“Coach is the best. She can be scary, but she just wants the best from you. She knows what you’re capable of. And she knows how to get that potential to come true. She takes care of all of us. She’ll take care of you too. And all the others. They’ve been waiting not-too-patiently to meet you.”

“You can’t forget about Himuro.”

“Himuro.” Kagami chuckled, shaking his head. His brother had been there the very hour Yoake was born, and waited several more before he was allowed in to visit. But that hadn’t dampened the absolute joy etched on his face as he held their bundle for the first time, at a total loss for words.

“Tatsuya will act all big and tough, but don’t you buy it for one second. You’ve been here for two days and you already have him wrapped around your finger. He’s been looking forward to you since the very second we told him you were coming.”

Kagami reached to trace the curve of Yoake’s cheek, melting as a tiny hand sought out his finger to squeeze reassuringly.

“Alex…Alex is special. She’s the closest thing to a mom I have. And she is going to kiss the shit out of you. I’ll try to hold her off as long as I can, but I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. Just hold your breath.”

Kuroko giggled at that, reaching through the railing once again to tangle his fingers with his husband’s. Kagami’s buzz waned as Yoake’s soft lashes blinked slowly, touching his cheeks as they closed with a tired sigh.

“So many people love you already.”

So many. So many calls, so many texts, so many well wishes. Kagami couldn’t recall when exactly they had garnered so many friends, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Well, at least not while they were all in one room together, anyway.

“Just not more than me and your dad,” Kagami continued, giving Kuroko a lingering stare as the man released an incredible yawn, curling further in on himself, fingers becoming slack in Kagami’s hold.

So casually, their lives had been altered forever.

“We’ll always love you the most.”

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Which I definitely forgot to do last month, ah well.

As per usual, this is also an Open Question Night post! Aka, while my askbox is always open, tonight I’ll be keeping an eye on it and around to answer in a semi-reasonable timeframe. Feel free to ask about anything in the post, or anything I’ve talked about here on tumblr, or posted on AO3, etc. ...I don’t recall if I have any active memes or anything, it’s been a while since I’ve been super on tumblr...but anyway, ask away!

I do also take prompts, but no promises on when I’ll get around to filling them. I still have a few sitting around from. Uh. Last year........

But anyway, what’s on your mind?

Precipice:

The first Preludes story went up this past weekend! Somewhat later than I’d planned, but there was another project that ended up eating a lot of my writing time/brain, alas. This one features Lavinia, Mara Jade, Kallus, a Legends cameo, and the introduction of another recurring OC. The next one will...proooooobably be Hondo, Kanan, Ezra, Obi-Wan, and Anakin? Assuming that’s the next one I finish.

There will be seven in total, and the other five will involve whatever’s going to go down with Maul; Hera and her contact in this AU; Sidious’s Fifth Titled Apprentice; and...I’m still considering the last two, lol. Maybe something to do with Mandalore; probably something more Senate-focused...I’ll work it out.

As I mentioned in the tumblr post and I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before, I’m going to continue posting these alongside the first arc or two of Protectors, which should debut...sometime in the next couple weeks, lol.

Most of these, as you may have guessed, are shoehorning Rebels content and characters into an AU that wasn’t designed with them in mind. The gist of it is, S1 of Rebels goes more or less in canon, and then...S2 probably went differently just because of where Certain Key Players were, but I’m handwaving most of the details unless they’re interesting enough to show explicitly (probably in the Maul Prelude, if nothing else). But for the most part (even though this doesn’t, uh, entirely make sense necessarily XD) anything that doesn’t directly involve Vader/Ahsoka/Rex/Force Woo probably happened similarly. Most notably, The Honorable Ones and all plot points following directly on that happen essentially as in canon. The Mandalore plotlines are also essentially the same. ...oh, I probably should address Thrawn, since I need him in a slightly different position a few years later for spoiler reasons...

Leaving that aside...as I said, Protectors will start coming out soon, I’m just finishing up what I want for the first chapter or two, and waffling on how I want to tag some things. There is a...possible major character death in arc 14, but I’m going back and forth on whether or not I actually want to do it, which changes what tags/warnings I include...

But I’ll work that out and get it out before too much longer!

Other Star Wars Projects:

I have a Thing coming out at the end of this month or early next month, for pod_together. I’m pretty excited about it, I’ve listened to my podficcer’s first draft and am making minor edits/etc., but I think we’re in pretty good shape ^_^

Other than that, I don’t have any concrete plans for new SW fic in the near future. I’m going to buckle down and really get some momentum with Protectors and Preludes for the most part, maybe start poking at some ideas/concepts for next year’s SWBB.

Maybe also crossposting some tumblr-exclusive oneshots like I started doing last winter, or picking up with one of the AU outlines that I keep meaning to continue (Ventress + Luke, Let’s Go Steal a Crossover) but...well, we’ll see how time/brain works out this month.

Other Fanfic Projects:

I will have some standalone/fulltext AtLA fic out later this month, I promise XD It’ll be an Avatar Zuko AU, I’m putting the text together and figuring out how I want to structure it, etc.

I’m also genuinely working on a BSG/SG-1 crossover AU outline. It’s. Already quite long and I haven’t even gotten to most of the meat of the crossover yet, lol. But at least the first chunk of that will probably be up sometime later this month, too. Fingers crossed. That’s the plan, anyway.

Original Work:

I haven’t done much in the last month or two, but I’m hoping to get back into this. Both for extant ‘verses and really diving into Arthuriana research because I want to write that one story, maybe really working it up to Publishable??? We’ll see how it goes...

...I think that about covers it! Like I said at the beginning of the post, we’ll also do an Open Question Night, and I’d love to hear about what you guys are working on! What’s on your mind?

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing (February 16-23, 2020)

Hey everyone!  Thanks for the patience.  Below the cut is some great Gundam Wing content for the week, so be sure to show some love.  Lots of fic this time!

—Mod LAM

Fanfic

Your Body’s Poetry (Ch.9/?) by @doctormegalomania

Pairing: Heero x Duo, Duo x Hilde, Trowa x Quatre, Wufei x OC

Characters: 5 pilots + Relena, Hilde, Sally, Noin, Zechs

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings: slice of life, post-break up, slow burn, developing relationship, implied/referenced past domestic violence

Summary:  There's always something else... 

Puzzle Pieces by @miss-m-muses

Pairing: Heero x Duo

Characters: Heero, Duo

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings: domestic, swearing, fluff, angst, implied sex

Summary:  Heero and Duo live together in a peaceful world but there is a piece of the puzzle missing.

Respite by @bobo-is-tha-bomb

Pairing: Quatre x reader

Characters: Quatre, reader

Rating: Teen and Up 

Tags / Warnings: reader insert, romance

Summary:  Getting stuck on Earth due to a storm isn’t so bad.

Man Lion Thing Dude (Ch.6/?) by @anaranesindanarie

Pairing: Duo x Trowa, Duo x Triton

Characters: full cast

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings:  mentions of torture in this chapter, alternate universe, supernatural, were-creatures, angst, family problems, arranged marriage, body guards

Summary:  Duo Maxwell is estranged from the last of his remaining family who are demanding that he return home for an important announcement. Meanwhile, Duo has been having strange encounters with 'wild' animals, all of whom seem to be hunting him.

The Ultimate Weapon (Ch.3/?) by @wingslanding

Pairing: Heero x Relena

Characters: Heero, Relena

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings: drama, suspense, eventual romance, lemon

Summary:  He thought he had seen it all. The steel cage of his mind thought nothing could shock his battle-hardened psyche; but today proved him wrong. A threat unlike any other lay beyond the precipice. How would he keep his promise to Relena now?

Match (drabble) by @janaverse

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Heero, Wufei

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: N/A

Summary: In which Wufei is salty...

What Was the Question? (Ch.1/4) @picimadar

Pairing: Heero x Relena, Duo x Hilde

Characters: Heero, Duo, Relena, Hilde, Dorothy, Wufei

Rating: EXPLICIT

Tags / Warnings: lemon, PWP...but with actual plot

Summary:  It's hard to get the right answer when you're asking the wrong questions.

Response by luvsanime02

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Zechs, Dorothy

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: alcohol, canon divergence, post-series, introspection, light angst

Summary: Zechs wants to drink his sorrows away, but someone else offers advice instead.

Waves and a Wedding (Ch.7/11) by @noirangetrois

Pairing: Duo x Relena

Characters: full cast

Rating: EXPLICIT

Tags / Warnings: alternate universe, cruise ships, fake marriage becoming a real marriage, 

Summary: First, some fun at the pool. Then it's time for The Talk.

Her Valentine (and Bodyguard) by @darkphoenixgoddess10

Pairing: Heero x Relena, Duo x Hilde

Characters: Heero, Duo, Relena, Hilde

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings: lemon

Summary: Relena was dragged into a double date on Valentine's Day by her best friend Hilde. Things did not turn out as expected, or did it?

Vampires’ Call (Ch.1-3/?) by kirallie

Pairing: Heero x Duo, Trowa x Quatre, past Wufei x Sally, Treize x Zechs

Characters: 5 pilots + Relena, Hilde, Dorothy, Treize, Zechs

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings: alternate universe, vampires

Summary:  Duo's life was going down hill, he'd lost his job, woken up feeling liked he'd been drunk, beaten up...could it get any worse? Kicked out of his apartment and found by some unsavoury characters, yes it could. So what was the voice he kept hearing, calling his name?

Other Fan Work

Fanart

Duo and Heero by @bettertasting

Cosplay

Duo Maxwell by @bettertasting

Gunpla and Figures

Wing Gundam by @bobo-is-tha-bomb

Colonel Une figure by @bobo-is-tha-bomb

The Boys are Back in Town by @mtnlesb

OZ-OOMS2B Tallgeese III RG 1/144  by @gunpla-love-blog

Discussion and Fan Interaction

Commentary on Heero in Episode 1 by @mtnlesb

1x2 stationary found on Zazzle by @janaverse

Favorite Tropes? by @ziggystarsandmars

Sound Check Survey by @lifeaftermeteor

GoL Scans by @disturbed02girl

“I want to be a loser”

Altron stats

Heero vs Quatre + Trowa, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Quotes by @incorrectgundamwingquotes

Rashid and Quatre discuss anxiety

Quatre being vague with Wufei and Heero

Heero is multitasking

Quatre and caffeine

Calendar Events

Cocktail Fridays with @gwcocktailfriday

Post your responses on Friday between 3-5PM.

This week’s prompt is here

Women’s Day Event 2020 with @seasons-of-gundamwing

By popular vote, the event will be 7 days long. For some follow-on questions, see here. Prompt discussion is over here.

25th Anniversary Zine Project with @gundamzine

Pre-order merch has all been shipped as of February 23!!  Fans who signed up to receive swag during the pre-order window should be receiving it in the near future. 

Didn’t sign up for the swag or PDFs?  Not to worry - the team will be re-opening orders in early March, so stay tuned to @gundamzine!

[shadowsong26fic]

Fanfic ask: 1, 5, 11, 14 for Precipice and any other fic you feel like sharing for, 18, 27, 33, 34, 38, 41, 44, 49 (sorry for asking so many, I just really like these questions!)

Hoo boy! This’ll be fun :D

::cracks knuckles::

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

Ten or eleven, when I first figured out it was a Thing. (Somewhere, buried in my boxes of Old Papers, there is baby!shadowsong’s attempt at writing something involving Padme turning up at Yavin but with the serial numbers very badly filed off, before I learned it was possible to just...write fanfic, lol.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

Oh, Lord, why must you do this to me. XD

I mean, I like all of them for different reasons? Writing Precipice is almost like coming home, I’ve been living in that AU for so long; The Devoted was delightfully self-indulgent and a fun exercise in worldbuilding and I do plan to put more in that AU at some point, I swear; These Three Remain also had some super self-indulgent bits and some sweet cuddly fluffy bits and yep; Distaff is so much fun to work with Anakin’s characterization and her (in said fic) relationship with Padme; I have some WIPs that I’m super excited to get out...even going back to old fandoms, HoTM and Cartography!Verse and The Promises of Angels and Serenissima (ish; we were posting it as a series of vignettes rather than one long novel) and For Sorrow Sung and all my AtLA fic, and...

...yeah, I’m bad at picking favorites XD

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Not really? I’ve added extra notes and when I was a baby in the LOTR fandom I actually took a fic down because I got pounced on by a Canon Purist, but I...don’t usually change what I do have planned out in response to criticism? Sometimes I add in some filler/explanation, or comments inspire me to add thing, but...

I don’t plan things out in a whole lot of detail, but I do usually have a few Major Plot Points worked out, and I tend not to change them because criticism. I usually don’t go back and edit, either.

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.

I think I actually talked about this in detail last time I did a similar meme to this...aha, here we go: https://shadowsong26fic.tumblr.com/post/186756818127/a-and-i-for-fic-ask

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Yep, a few. Mostly, I abandon WIPs because I drifted away or otherwise left the fandom (i.e., most of my SPN fic), or otherwise got stuck on a plot point (For Sorrow Sung, which I might rewrite, I got stuck on because I wasn’t sure how to write Roslin; Distaff has stalled because I have to do a Monster chapter next because I did some things out of order; etc., though I actually do intend to get back to Distaff at some point, and am considering rewriting For Sorrow Sung or getting back to some of my other BSG fic...). ...on that note, there are several Stalled WIPs that I don’t consider abandoned, I just get sidetracked by other things even if I intend to get back to them At Some Point (Auxiliaries, Masks, a few others.)

Also, a bunch of miscellaneous self-indulgent things that I never really intended to share outside a small circle of friends that I wander away from when my attention gets caught by a similar shiny self-indulgent thing I don’t really intend to share outside a small circle of friends...

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Moooostly go with the flow. Then again, I don’t formally outline most things, but I generally have an Idea of the Main Plot Points I’m working towards? But those are usually Super Major Things (i.e., with Precipice, when I was going into it, I had most of Arc 1 planned out ahead of time; I knew when and how Lavinia was going to be introduced; I knew most of how Rex got brought in and at least when Ahsoka came in; I knew Ahsoka was going to be Leia’s primary teacher; I knew when and how Specter was going to die; I knew that the reunion (and the attempt to kidnap Lavinia) were going to happen (though actually I was originally planning for Saw to be behind said kidnapping before realizing that didn’t make sense); I knew when Infernalis was going to be introduced and then die; and then some Spoilery Stuff for the next several arcs :)

So, yeah. I usually have a general notion of where things are going (...most of the time; I mentioned Distaff above, and I’m waffling on how I want things to end for that one...) but a loooooot of white space and things are in flux along the way.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Honestly, probably the one I kept in my inbox to reread the most often was on The Promises of Angels--I got a very long comment about the things I’d done with both the focal character and other side characters and the way I’d handled the established lore (and places where canon had fallen short, re: ex-vessels and so on), and then saying they were going to rec it to other people. I’ve gotten other very nice comments since then, (Precipice gets a lot of comments, some of which are lovely, some of which are infuriating), but I think the reason that one sticks with me is because I worked on that fic for so long, and it was a 100k gen epic about a tertiary character who (at the time) had been dead for five seasons. So, a very niche-appeal fic, especially in a fandom that tends to be very shipping-focused, so the fact that it had that much appeal outside of my own brain meant a lot.

(Also, just...the fact that so many people have read and liked Precipice means a whole lot to me????? Was not expecting that for a long wandering genfic epic, lol. ...again, because the fandom I was most active in prior to that is very ship-focused; Star Wars tends to be more gen-friendly, at least that’s been my experience thus far.)

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Maybe not the harshest overall I’ve ever gotten, but I mentioned earlier that I took down one LOTR fic because a Canon Purist complained about it to me--I mean, it might not have actually been that mean if I were to get it now that I have a thicker skin, but I was Little Shadowsong at that point and it hurt enough for me to take the fic down, and it does kind of linger in the back of my mind as my Worst Comment Experience.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

...to be honest, I don’t do a lot of collaborations overall, and most of the ones I do tend to be with people I’ve been friends with/RP’d with for a Long Time.

That being said, I’m possibly open to trying? Right now I have a lot on my plate, both fic and IRL wise, over the next couple months, but if anyone’s interested, hit me up and we’ll see if we can work together!

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

In Star Wars? Probably Bo-Katan. I really do wanna finish/start posting our faces like a mirror before the Mandalore Arc actually airs (not that I care about jossing so much, but it’d be nice to Officially lock my canon there so I can point to it if anyone does the whole ‘but canon says!’ thing at me, lol). Also, I love writing Beru, at least the way I write her in Precipice.

If we expand to other fandoms...Nick in SPN, at least before canon brought him back wrong; for BSG...well, most of the ‘minor’ characters I like are really secondary and/or Major in one arc or two--i.e., D’Anna, Gaeta, Ellen Tigh is a lot of fun; in AtLA, I personally mostly wrote major characters and OCs (though some of those were...people who had definitely Existed, but were not named or explored in canon--i.e., Lu Ten’s mother), but my primary RP/writing partner and I worked a lot with Haru and Song and Teo and the Dai Li, among others...but said partner mostly handled them.

44) What is the last line you wrote?

((With an additional line for context; also this is subject to change.))

“True,” Sabe said. “...are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“No,” Padme admitted, after a moment’s thought. “But I think if I wait much longer, I’ll...I’ll either start climbing the walls until I run out and do something righteous and half-planned and stupid, or I’ll...or I’ll never be able to figure how to start, and I’ll just...”

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I cannot, sadly. But it would’ve been 15-20 years ago, and probably either Star Wars or Harry Potter. Maybe Dragonlance or DBZ or Sailor Moon.

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