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(Day 6 of @rqgfemslashweek - RQG Specials)  Just a calm summer’s day for these two monster hunters <3 

[ID: Digital art of Bette and Cleo from RQG’s MOTW Special. The drawing is in sepia tones with a texture to replicate an old photograph. They are sitting on the back of a car parked on the side of the road in a hilly countryside. Bette is a white woman with long hair held in a headband. She is wearing a button down shirt with a large belt and a long skirt. A ghost trail is coming out of the bottom of the skirt where her feet should be. Cleo is a black woman with a short afro held in a bandana. She is wearing a sleeveless sweater tank and bell bottom pants. Bette is smiling sadly while looking at Cleo, who’s smiling with her eyes closed relaxedly. Across the top are the words “Bette + Cleo, Summer 1975” written in pencil. End ID] 

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Aaaaand here’s Day 7 of @rqgfemslashweek: Goodbyes - take two!

This is the sillier of my two fics for this prompt, since I didn’t want to end the week with angst.

Sam’s mustang has been totaled.  While they mourn their lost car, Betty and Cleo make plans to purchase a new vehicle, one that can still carry Betty’s ghostly form.

Betty and Cleo stood off to the side as the tow truck began to haul up the wreckage of the Mustang, while Sam knelt in the dirt beside them, wailing.  

“My baby!”  They cried.

“It’s wrecked, Sam,” Betty said flatly.  “We should just be glad that you and Cleo aren’t ghosts now too, given how bad you crashed it.”

“But… but… but…  Can’t you magic it?  Make it better?”

“I think it’s probably for the best we let it go,” Cleo added.

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Day 7 of @rqgfemslashweek: Goodbyes

I had an idea for angst, but I didn’t want to end the week with that, so I wrote one sad piece and one silly piece for this prompt.  This is the sad one.

Curie knows that Eldarion has to leave, but she still believes that she’ll be back one day.

“I have to find her,” Eldarion said softly.  “I can’t let her run off again, not if she really is undead, not if she’s going to Rome.”

“I know,” Curie replied, but she held Eldarion a little closer all the same.

They had discussed Eldarion’s plans to find Sasha, but now that it was finally time for her to go and begin her search, it seemed impossible to follow through when they knew that it would be so much easier to stay wrapped up in each other’s arms. Even though Sasha had left Eldarion once before, she still felt it necessary to seek out her previous student and make sure she didn’t do anything stupid.  Or, stupider than she had already done.

“I should get going. I cannot even fathom the trouble she’s gotten herself into.”

Curie drew back from Eldarion’s embrace, but still held onto her arms as she spoke.  “Stay safe.  Please.”

“I’ll do my best.  I love you.”

“I love you too.  And I’ll miss you.  I know you have to do this, but please don’t be gone too long.”

Eldarion smiled. “I’ll try, but Sasha has always been hard to track down.”  She let out a sigh.  “I should get going.  Goodbye, my love.”

She started to pull away, but Curie held fast.  “Don’t say goodbye.  That’s a very final sentiment.  You’ll be back soon enough.”

“You’re right.  I’ll see you soon?  How about that?”

“Better.”  Curie hastily leaned forward to get in one last kiss before Eldarion left.

With that, Eldarion stepped away from Curie and began conjuring her magics so that she could traverse the planes to follow Sasha’s path.  In an instant, she was gone, and Curie was alone.

But she still had hope that Eldarion would come back to her one day.  She had no idea that a final goodbye would have been the most fitting parting.

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Day 6 of @rqgfemslashweek: RQG Specials

Lady Voluptuousness has a lot of hair, but Apocrypha is there to help her brush out the tangles.

“I don’t understand how you keep your hair tied up all the time,” Lady Voluptuousness pondered aloud.

There was plenty of magic involved in maintaining her own curtains of hair, but it still needed tending to occasionally.  And at that moment, it was Apocrypha that did the tending, carefully brushing through the tangles that magic couldn’t keep at bay.

“Oh, I don’t know.  I think it’s more suitable for someone like myself.  Wouldn’t want the PAs to think they could pull one over me,” Apocrypha replied, then added, “I think you’re all set.”

“Thank you.”  Lady moved her hair to the side so that she could turn around and face Apocrypha.  “I’ve never even seen you with your hair down.”

“I don’t let anyone see me looking less than pristine, you know that.”

Lady reached out toward Apocrypha’s head.  Though she watched with a wary eye, Apocrypha allowed her to slowly undo the tight bun that she always wore.  Wavy hair fell down past her shoulders, and she adjusted it quickly with her fingers as Lady gasped.

“You look lovely,” she breathed.

Apocrypha glanced over at her.  She was never one for shyness, but the softness in Lady’s voice made her blush and left her at a loss for words.

As such, she slowly leaned forward, brushed a stray strand of hair from Lady’s face, and kissed her. Lady laced her fingers through Apocrypha’s loose hair in turn as she caressed her cheek and pulled her in a little bit closer.

Some time later, Lady pulled back, a smirk on her lips.

“Where does kissing me rank in comparison to kissing that furby?”  She asked.

“You have got to let that go.”

“No, no, I don’t think I do.  You kissed a furby.”

“I did far more than kiss that furby, thank you very much,” Apocrypha replied haughtily.  “And the threesomes with ReceptionistBot… whew.  You know, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind making it a foursome, if you were ever interested…”

“I think I’ll leave those robotic fancies to you.”

“Suit yourself.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Lady said.

“Didn’t I?”  Apocrypha playfully curled some of Lady’s hair around her finger.  “It’s just… different, that’s all.  Kissing a beak and kissing lips are varied experiences, and I wouldn’t trade either of them.  But I especially wouldn’t trade kissing you.”

“I suppose I’ll allow that.”

“Good.  Then… where were we?”

Lady pulled Apocrypha in for another kiss, this time holding her with more fervor and passion.  They were sexy battle wizards, after all.  There was a time for wizardry and a time for battle, but this was most certainly the time for the first part of their moniker.

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Day 5 of @rqgfemslashweek: Rare Ship

(I got so caught up in the tma finale that I forgot to post for the last couple days so we’re taking care of that now lol)

Sasha has been living and working aboard Earhart’s ship for a few months now, and it’s the safest she’s ever felt.  That safety and comfort is at its greatest, though, when she’s at Earhart’s side and they can steal a quiet moment together.

Sasha never used to like sleeping.  It was a risk to be unconscious and unaware of her surroundings when there were so many people who might take advantage to do her harm.

When she did require sleep, she slept with a dagger in one hand, and her body curled up into a tiny ball so as to avoid detection.  And if she was detected, well, the dagger would take care of that.

But on The Swift, Earhart’s airship, sleeping didn’t feel so dangerous anymore.  And sleeping next to Earhart, sharing the same bed… that almost felt like safety.  Such safety that after a while Sasha didn’t sleep with a dagger in hand anymore, though of course it was still nearby.

Waking up next to Earhart was a gift too.  Most days, Earhart was up and out before Sasha, off to deal with the ship and the crew, but Sasha loved the days when she would wake up and find her still there beside her.

And this was one such day.  Earhart blinked blearily as Sasha rolled over toward her.  As stealthy as Sasha was, Earhart could always tell when she moved around in bed, ready to comfort her if a nightmare struck.

“Good morning,” Earhart said quietly, a sleepy smile on her face.

“Morning.  How’d you sleep?”

Earhart let out a contented murmur and scooched a little closer to Sasha, their bodies brushing under the covers.

For a moment, they were content to just exist in each other’s company, and then Earhart breathed, “Sasha… I really like having you here.”

“That’s… that’s well good. Because I like being here.”

She chuckled.  “But I do want to make sure that you’re staying because you want to, not because you feel you have to.”

Sasha pulled back a little and scowled.  “Are you trying to get me to leave?”

“No!  No, not at all!”  Earhart groaned.  “I want you to stay.  But I also want to make sure that that’s what you want.  You told me about Other London and about the ring they used to keep tabs on you… and I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re trapped here.”

“Oh.”  Sasha relaxed and reached out to take hold of one of Earhart’s hands.  “I’m not trapped here.  I mean, I suppose I am in a way, since we’re flying and there’s nowhere to go besides other parts of the ship, but that’s not the point.  Even if you were horrible, you’d be nothing like Barret. And you’re not horrible.  You’re… you’re wonderful.”

“Okay, I just want to check in, you know?”  She brushed her thumb along Sasha’s hand.

“Well, you don’t have to worry.  Besides, if I didn’t want to be here, I would just disappear next time we make port. But I do want to be here. I love being here, honestly.  I love the ship, I love the crew, I love y-”

Both Earhart’s and Sasha’s eyes opened wide in surprise, then Sasha tucked her face down as she started to blush.

“I… um, I…”

Smiling, Earhart leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Sasha’s forehead.  

“I love you too.”

Sasha peeked over at her, and, even with her face half hidden behind the covers, it was impossible to miss her smile.

They stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other, until a yell sounded outside the cabin.  

“I suppose we should probably get up and tend to our duties and all, yeah?”  Sasha said, though she made no attempt to move.

Earhart held a little tighter to Sasha’s hand.   “I think we can wait a couple more minutes.”

“Mm.  I’d like that.”

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Day 7: Goodbyes!

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Day 6: RQG specials!

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(Day 3 of @rqgfemslashweek​ - AU/Canon Divergence) May I interest you in a very elaborate RQG AU that ultimately leads up to Azu and Kiko having a dramatic sword fight? (more details on what I call the Mutiny AU in the read more)

[ID: Digital art of Azu and Kiko on the deck of the airship in the rain with two other drawings on the sides. Azu is a muscular Black orc with close shaved hair. She is wearing full body armor and carries an axe. Kiko is a muscular Japanese human with dark hair that goes to her mid-back. She is wearing a plain sleeveless shirt, pants, boots, and a bandana around her neck and carries a pirate sword. The main image is of Azu facing up towards Kiko, who looks down angrily as she stands with a foot up on a railing on the deck of the airship. Behind her at the ship’s wheel is Amelia Earhart, a white gnome with short hair wearing a large coat and goggles. In the drawing in the top left, Kiko is yelling angrily and swinging her sword down on Azu. Azu is straining back tears as she holds up the handle of her axe to block the attack. In the drawing in the bottom right, Kiko is sitting on the ground with a hand held around her other arm as if injured. Azu, with a fresh cut on her face, is kneeling in front of her, axe held down, bitterly smiling as she talks to Kiko. The background is dark and near monochrome with some blue and purple hues. The sky above is stormy with a streak of lightning. End ID]

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30177378/chapters/74589618

Magnus making you sad? Be more sad, this time about lesbians! @rqgfemslashweek

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Azu & Sasha Racket Characters: Azu (Rusty Quill Gaming), Sasha Racket Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Azu tries to comfort Sasha as she deals with her uncle and the whole being undead thing.

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Day 5: Rare ship!

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Day 4 of @rqgfemslashweek: Hurt/Comfort

Sometimes Sasha feels that she doesn’t fit in a relationship with Azu and Kiko, but they’re always there to remind her that they love her and want her with them.

Sasha loved being on airships, and getting to fly alongside Kiko and Azu made finding work aboard one after the world was saved a dream come true.  There weren’t many people to stab, but the ships held lots of small spaces for Sasha to crawl into when she needed some time alone.  

But when she wasn’t alone, her two lovers were there with her.

Sasha had never expected to find some sort of happily ever after, not by herself, not with someone special, and certainly not with two someones.  Most days, Sasha felt safe in knowing that there were people who loved her and that they would do anything for her, and that she loved them even when she had closed herself off to caring for so long.

Some other days… she had a harder time feeling worthy of anything.

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I combined the prompts for @rqgfemslashweek days 2 and 3 (fears and AU/canon divergence) to write a weirdly long (for two days’ work, at least) Curie/Eldarion… thing… with an actually happy ending. Happy-ish. Happy for them. Happy in comparison to the canon ending of the Rome arc, at least? 

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30239382

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Day 4: Hurt/comfort!

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@rqgfemslashweek Day 3!!!! AU/Canon Divergence

It’s pirates time. Azu/Kiko/Sasha w/ Sasha & Earhart!

Enjoy :D

this post is inspired by skyjacks

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Day 3 of @rqgfemslashweek: AU/Canon Divergent

Sasha and Grizzop are rescued from Ancient Rome, and find themselves in quarantine in Japan with Azu and Hamid.  While there, Sasha realizes some things about her feelings for Azu.

The solid bars and cold stone almost reminded Sasha of Other London.  Even if she was locked up in some strange quarantine, at least the company was better, with Hamid sleeping soundly on a cot, Grizzop dozing off in a corner, and Azu sitting across from her.

Azu…

It would be easy to say nothing.  Sasha was good at keeping her mouth shut.  She pulled her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes tight, trying not to think on any of the feelings that rampaged around her chest.

“Sasha?  Are you alright?”

“Yeah, fine.  You?”

Azu cocked her head to the side and smiled ever so slightly at Sasha’s feigned apathy.  “You’ve been through a lot.  I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Sasha squeezed her knees tighter.  “I’m just glad that you and Hamid and Einstein found a way to get me and Grizzop back to the present before we spent too long in the past.  Rome wasn’t a good place, in any time.”

“Me too.”

When Azu smiled and beamed, overjoyed that they’d managed to rescue their friends, Sasha’s heart began to race again.

She was good at keeping her mouth shut.  But maybe… maybe Azu deserved the truth.

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Day 3: AU/Canon Divergent!

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