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real life: sorry im just not a social media kind of guy… i wanna live in the moment y’know…. im like really private i like having secrets

on tumblr at 11:41 pm : guess whose period just started while watching fraggle rock season 1 episode 17

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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#that Mothers Day ahh post

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

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A Timeline of Women’s Fashion from 1784-1970 (source: http://kottke.org/17/07/a-timeline-of-womens-fashion-from-1784-1970)

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Violet Sorrengail and her cat Xaden (he will allow no one else to pet him)

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I don’t think people give fanfic writers enough credit for just how hard they work to write for an unfinished fantasy series. It’s so much time and effort. We have to think up so many things, all the time to ensure it all makes sense and is entertaining, and people still complain. 

I can’t understate just how constant it is. It’s almost every aspect of a canon-universe story because we still know so little. I could give tons of examples from my drafts but that would involve letting the inside thoughts out and I’m trying not to do that as much. I hate giving these people oxygen. 

And look, I get it. Most readers just glaze over all these things and don’t even think about it, and that’s fine! But I think if you’re sitting down to criticise writers because what they’ve come up with isn’t explicitly canon, you should probably sit and think about how little we’ve had to work with first. 

Respectfully, either do better or take several seats, you’re not being a girl’s girl! (guys and non-binary friends included) 💖

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I keep seeing stuff of people joking that Ridoc wandered around during Threshing - just screaming "marco" until Aotrom replied with "polo"... And as a writer, I'd like to bless you all with Ridoc's Threshing pov.

Rhi said she felt a connection to one of those greens that were smelling Violet like a fresh turkey dinner, and Sawyer mentioned in passing that one of the reds had caught his eye - but if I were to be completely honest... I don't remember what color dragon I felt a pull too. Was it red? Orange? I don't know, how does this shit even work?

A sigh of exasperation escapes me, hands resting on my hips as my steps falter. A glance around at the golden leaves around me gives me exactly what I expected. Nothing. I've seen a few dragons around but I wasn't exactly sure if they were the ones, and I wasn't about to get scorched all because I can't remember the damn color of the dragon that took interest in me.

Did a dragon even take interest in me, or am I just delusional? It's starting to feel that way. I've already seen a handful of cadets - now riders - up in the sky, soaring above the clouds. It's almost hard to imagine how it would feel, to be completely weightless.

"Fuck man..." Running a hand through my hair, an idea forms within my head - the others would probably say it's stupid, and maybe it is - but I'm completely out of my league here in "find my dragon, or maybe be burned alive" class. Taking a deep breath, I suck in as much air as my lungs can hold - then clasp my hands around my mouth.

"MARCO!"

A few birds startle, the sound of my own voice echoing a bit. That was cool. For a moment I'm more entertained by the echo than my original goal of not flunking and repeating like Sawyer - not that it's a bad thing, Sawyer's a certified badass... I would just... Rather not go through all of that again.

I continue walking aimlessly, catching sight of a few oranges prowling around twenty yards out. Or was it the leaves? Shit, it's hard to tell out here. I decided to try again, maybe that orange - or maybe just leaves - is mine?

"Marco!"

There's a distant chuff, but no melodramatic voice in my head - or fire. So, guess that dragon isn't mine. Or maybe it is? And it just changed its mind?

"This is impossible." I wonder if Violet is having any better luck, she didn't have any connection with any of them - not even that cute little feathertail. Not that the feathertail would bond her just because it's small.

For Dunne's-sake. I've been thinking too much, and now I'm accidentally insulting my friends... Whoops.

"Gods damn it- MARCO!" I yell again, why the hell did I think that it would work to begin with-

"Polo..." A deeper voice rattles my skull, a hint of amusement lingering within the word. Shit, was that a dragon? Or am I just going crazy?

"Maybe both, Loud One." The earth shakes, causing my stomach to sink. I spin around on my heels, being met with a pair of golden eyes and brown scales.

"... Marco?" I whisper, as if that would give any more clarification on whether or not the massive brown staring me down was mine or not.

"Polo. Now shut up and get on before another roasts you."

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“Xaden Riorson is so toxic!”

Not in the sense you want him to be.

First off, his mother abandoned him. He never grew up with maternal love. I highly doubt his dad showed him much love as well. Fen was so hellbent on the rebellion and was probably building in secret for years. “Save your love for your children”, until that love no longer fulfilled him. So emotionally, he likely abandoned Xaden but held respect for his son. Paternal love dwindled.

Second, he watched (give or take) 214 people get offed by joining the rebellion. Add in those who he was close to probably died during the rebellion. All his friends within the rebellion now had prominent targets on their backs. Teens and kids he probably didn’t even know had targets on their backs. More than before. He was now responsible for all of them because his dad put him in an unimaginable position. He is even responsible for a baby that’s not even born (but is six in Fourth Wing). Only to be PHYSICALLY punished and branded for 107 children of the rebellion and forced into an agreement that ensures these children will die in a college meant to shed blood.

Thirdly, as he entered the quadrant, you don’t think women weren’t throwing themselves at him? Whether it was to say they slept with him to start gossip or to kill him in revenge? I doubt he had a girlfriend before Violet. And his betrothal to Cat likely happened when he was 18 (which is messed up in itself) and ended when he entered the Riders Quadrant. Or, ended some time within his first year (cause he mentions in FW he’s had a few regretful hook ups during Sgaeyl and Tairn’s “activities”). Given how loyal he is, I doubt he strayed from Cat despite not loving her. He’s never truly experienced romantic love.

All while he did his best to keep the other marked ones alive? Only to find out the truth about what is out there and begin his revolution. ALL BEFORE 25! Yes, he had Sgaeyl to fill the maternal love void. Yes, he has his platonic love and love from Bodhi. But after everything he’s been through, you can see why he’s “toxic.” The man hasn’t caught a break his whole life.

Violet was the first person to love EVERYTHING about him and the first person he ever truly loved that wasn’t an animal. That was no doubt, terrifying at first. Still is, given they’re in the middle of a war.

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Daughter, Soldier, Goddess Masterlist

I am creating a masterlist to make it easier to track down the chapters for my fanfic. So here it is, updated every chapter posted.

Prologue

Chapter One

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I dont want my fanfiction written by AI I want it written the way god intended: by a deranged freak at 3am with no respect for grammar or human anatomy

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Chapter 1: A Quick History with a Goddess

Quite possibly TW: main character death, Aisling's mom. And some strong language mixed in. If it makes you uncomfortable, please pass!

Aisling. The goddess of healing, spring, and compassion, in no known order.

A goddess.

Me.

My name is Aisling Aetos. Yes, as in that Aetos. I’m Dain’s older sister. And this is my story.

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My father was never easy. Especially not with his children, or more specifically his daughter. He expected perfect, nothing less. I’d been born a month behind Brennan Sorrengail, we’d grown up together. Then came Mira, then Dain, then finally Violet. Now my childhood wasn’t bad by any means, but it wasn’t the easiest. The only good thing I could consider was my brother and my siblings in everything but blood and name.

The older I got, the more my father expected. Especially after our mother died. He said it was classified, that’s because he hadn’t wanted anyone to know. She’d disagreed with something that someone had said. A higher up, a general perhaps. I was nineteen when she died, Dain was eleven. I knew what happened, I’d snuck in to see where her body was after she was found. Twisted, bloodied, beaten, and thrown two stories’ downstairs. She’d been drug into dad’s office downstairs. Whoever wanted her dead didn’t hold back. It struck me as odd, sure. It wasn’t until I was older did I learn the truth. I’d never told Dain a word. He was still just a kid. So, we’d mourned, but I had a feeling that my father fixed it, that he was faking his grief.

I worked harder, pushed harder, and studied harder. Then Brennan and I left for Basgiath. As if the day wasn’t hard enough, he’d dragged me aside before he let me sign that roll.

“Don’t die. Make the Aetos name proud.”

“Yes, sir.”

It was always like that, more of a rank than an actual relationship. I wasn’t going to bring that up here. Or anywhere for that matter. He had the audacity to smile running a hand down my back, playing with my braid before letting me go.

Brennan waited for me. He always did. He glances at me with a hint of concern. “Are you ready, Ais?” He knew our relationship. But I wouldn’t let him put nerves in the pit of my stomach. I brush it off, giving Brennan a nod. “Like always, Bren. Are you?”

He smiles at me before nodding. We both were scared shitless, but we’d never admit it. I sigh, then he does, and we take our place at the base of the tower, watching more and more people trudge up. Soon it was our time, it’s not quick with as many stairs there are. It’d help if we weren’t slowed by those in front of us. But finally, after what felt like forever, we catch sight of the parapet.

It’s intimidating, nothing less than I expected. On instinct, my hand reaches for his and he grabs it. A gentle reminder, I was there, and he was there. We give our names to the roll call, waiting. I go first. I’m not sure what’s worse, being first or last. I give him one last look before taking a breath and taking a step out past the walls.

This shit was scarier than I gave them credit for. One step after another, just keep moving Aisling, and don’t look down. I don’t, as curious as I am. I keep my eyes planted firmly on the courtyard still a distance away from me. And I don’t look back to see Brennan, keeping my focus.

Soon enough the stone walls are close by. I almost breathe out. That’s when I look down and almost slip. Shit. It was a nice view as sick as it made me. The blue and green and brown and grey all blending together in a beautiful array, as weird as it was to call that height beautiful. You can barely make out the tops of the trees. I drag my gaze back up, steadying myself. Shit. I stand a moment before I take a small step forward. And step after step, I finally see myself past the walls. Oh shit…But I’d made it. I was a cadet.

I keep moving, walking off to the side of the courtyard. I don’t turn around. I wouldn’t, not unless I heard his voice. Only then, do I turn. And I’m greeted by his amber eyes right behind me. My smile is bright and relieved as I hug him, not caring if that would tell everyone that we were close. Brennan and I made it, we’re alive.

“I saw you slip Ais, what was with that?”

“I looked down. Not a good idea.” He chuckles shakily, making me chuckle as well, he pulls me closer. “No, not a good idea.”

“I’m glad you’re safe, you’re alive.”

“Me too Bren, me too.”

We take formation when everyone has either crossed or fallen. In the meanwhile, I’d been sneered at by a blonde. I glare right back. I knew her, Mavis. Alise Mavis. Her sister was my brother’s age. I could already tell we wouldn’t get along.

Brennan gets sorted to Fourth Wing, Flame Section, First Squad. I get sorted to Third Wing, Tail Section, Second Squad. So, we wouldn’t be together but that wouldn’t stop us. Nothing ever did. After formation, I’m immediately greeted by said blonde. I plaster on a fake smile, trying to play nice like I was taught.

“Well, what do we have here? Little first year Aetos. Aw and her little boyfriend, I wonder…does he play bodyguard too?” I sneer at her, my smile immediately dropping. No, playing nice was going out the window. “Watch your mouth, Mavis. You’re not in my squad, I could drop you right here. And he’s not my boyfriend, nor my bodyguard.” I look her straight in the eye, keeping my posture perfectly straight and raising my chin. Don’t mess with me.

She sneers right back at me but takes a step back. “You wouldn’t do it. You’d cause distrust in your wing on the first day, first year.” I take a look at her patches. Second year, oh fun. “But I could, if I so wished. Fuck distrust, they can handle themselves. If not…I’ll say it’s for the good of the wing to have your uptight ass beat.”

Behind me, Brennan snorts, obviously trying not to laugh. He reaches out to my shoulder, a sign to calm. She looks paler as she steps back again, looking a little intimidated by the threat. She got my point. I smile once more, a ruthless smile. “So please do tell me about me again, I’ll knock you on your ass. Don’t mess with me, Mavis. I’ll show you just why I’m my father’s daughter.”  I step back, by Brennan. But my threat was clear. We leave her where she stands, heading towards the first year barracks.

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Daughter, Soldier, Goddess - Prologue:

I’ve known Brennan Sorrengail since I was six years old. Our parents had happened to have been stationed at an outpost together. That’s where they first met each other. Mira was four, and it was just our little group against the world. Then the next year, I left them behind. My mother had gained a new rank, and we were needed elsewhere they said.

Then we found each other when we were ten. Mira was eight, Dain was three, and Violet was two. We stayed together for three years. Then we were separated again, for a year. We were fourteen when his mother took my father as her aide when she became a general.

Brennan and I became the bestest of friends, Mira completed our little trio. And Violet and Dain were like little tikes to us. But we loved them just as much. He was there the most when my mother died, right before the year of our conscription. I was broken and Dain was inconsolable for months.

I took longer to heal than he did though. Dain was eleven, still young, I’d been nineteen. There was no replacing her and I knew my father would never try.

But Bren, my Bren, had been there for me when I needed him. Mira gave me space; he gave me sweet words.

And finally…we hit July 15 of our 20th year of life…whether we were ready or not we would strive to be riders…

A/N: I think I'm finally ready to put this out into the world! At least the prologue and the first chapter. I admit, this isn't my greatest writing and especially not my greatest prologue, so please be kind, but I am trying to get this wrote out. I think I have my timeline set finally, my plot set out, I might add more to the plot after I finish Onyx Storm, but I'm not sure yet. So I'm getting excited, I'm even closer to finally writing this fully! I hope you enjoy! And please...if there's a mistake, please let me know!

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A Wraith in the rain.

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Ridoc: What did the ocean say to the other ocean? Sawyer: what? Ridoc: nothing, they just waved Sawyer: oh Ridoc: do you sea what I did there? Sawyer: no Ridoc: I'm shore you did Sawyer: how do you have friends? Ridoc: hey, don't be such a beach

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Well...so...hear me out here. Fan theory time!

Also, I have not finished Onyx Storm so...please no spoilers (even though I've already semi spoiled myself 🫣😵‍💫)

Anyway so I'll tag this as spoilers in case. So if you haven't read Onyx Storm, don't read this yet.

So um...I might have an idea for an easter egg but uh...I could also be wrong, just my overthinking theory. But uh...

So if the ending has to do with Violet's memories (I heard she loses something but I haven't gotten that far so please, don't tell me specifically. Anyway-)

So...if you line the books up vertically (I saw a video of this on Tiktok, game changer!), the colors match. Like the hardcover (original one) of Fourth Wing is yellow. Iron Flame, the top is yellow/yellowish, then orange, then finally ending with black. Onyx Storm, is black and then white at the bottom. Right, okay, still with my train of thought?

Okay, so...now think...if it ends with Violet losing memories or something along those lines (at the very least all I know is it's something with memories I think, I'm not sure), then...my theory is...*insert drum roll here.*

The white has to do with missing that, missing something. Right, so Fourth Wing is basically the set up, it's about Violet. Henceforth one color, yellow. Idk why yellow but it's yellow. Anyway, then Iron Flame is yellow and orange (which I think is a symbol for her struggles in this book, because it just gets worse for her here and there's a lot of fire, anyway...) and then it ends with black, Xaden. And we all know, or I think we all know what happens at the end of Iron Flame, it's basically about Xaden. Which leads to Onyx Storm, which I mean...it's not all about Xaden, but it is about Xaden (I think).

Point being, if it goes from black to white...what does that now symbolize? Blank. Or that's my thought. It's blank. Now what memories she has, or lack there of, I'm not sure (yet, I'll find that one out soon enough).

Possible symbolism? Possible Easter eggs? Idk, maybe? If it is, I will scream, Rebecca!

But idk, that's just my theory, even though I haven't finished Onyx Storm. Idk, if you look I think the covers are fitting if you overthink it like I did. So...the next book will probably be about Violet? Maybe? Again? Because she's missing something. Henceforth the white, idk maybe I looked too hard into it at 3 am. I wanna know your thoughts!

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I'm beginning to think this is kind of like growing up. You know when you're a kid and all you want is to be an adult, but now you are and there's responsibilities involved you just want to go back?

Yeah, it was all Onyx Storm this, Onyx Storm that, I can't wait for Onyx Storm, when will it be January already?!

Well, it's January and I'm NOT READY. The closer we get the more anxious I become and I don't know if I want this anymore, can we not just sit in our cute, safe little bubble together forever? I don't need to know what the Isle Kingdoms are like. Xaden? I love him venin-y. I don't need it. I'm fine, totally fine.