#corra's writing

[squash1]

I think you've already posted about this but I finally actually got to read the dreamer trilogy and it is wild to me that both Niall and Mór agreed to split up and go off with dream copies of each other. Like I know the raven cycle and dreamer trilogy contain multitudes of crazy stuff but. When I read the opal short story where someone broke into the barns and cursed the picture of the lynches with Aurora I thought it was Mór (in hindsight it could've been Niall's mum but I didn't think that at the time). I knew beforehand Niall had been married and they'd split and he'd dreamt a new "perfect" wife/mother and I thought that in itself was insane. But not only did they plan this together, dream altered versions of themselves to go off with - they didn't even use different names. The (new) fenian? Aurora and Mór Ó Córra? Two full grown adults and the only person against infanticide is a 5-year-old. They walked so Ronan and Hennessy could run. Still managed to have time to traumatise Declan though, even dreamed-to-love-you mothers congrats guys

no you’re so right and actually it’s lowkey kinda tragic that both mór and niall were like “i can’t be who you need but i do want you to have that person” like. it’s hilarious bc it’s like what fresh hell WILL maggie come up w next but also it’s just…sad

also yes declan being the only one to protect ronan but doing it by being like. he’s not scary he’s just sad (so true) but poor declan eldest daughter (i know) burden of the parentified child i love him so much

[blankinsidecards]

what if the the dark-haired lady from the opal short story is declan’s twin sister and it’s a parent trap situation

[seavoice]

genuinely i can’t believe how much i overall loved mór and niall’s part of the story, and also how obvious it felt in hindsight considering i didn’t clock the direction their story was going at all. but mór is FASCINATING, adds so much new to the story, the mary who ran away!! the mary who played at being god, and played with god, and made god, and wanted to kill god (a fucking baby but i digress) and then in a very complicated way saved god. she’s terrible i love her in all honesty the lynches should not stay with her but welp she’s at the barns i guess. also imo, more than redeeming niall or anything that simple, greywaren punctured the legend of niall lynch in such a way that it felt like reading it and going “that’s all there was?”. not in a fully disappointed way, just that he is neither that grand hero or villain his sons thought he was. just some guy who wanted a simple life and loved his sons and tried to do his bit, maybe even best, for his sons but failed and how. no hateful monster, no tragic supernova, no sympathetic but scorned, bitter lover. 

a start so tragic that you choose to forget it, in less a bitter way and more in just a stinging loss of love. ripped apart and shut the curtains down in the very first act! all we get to know is this beginning, and then the end. because we don’t yet know what happened in those sixteen odd years or why his children thought he played favorites or what went down to make him the brash braggart of the black market or how the greywaren became that sword above their heads!!! why he dangled the greywaren and why he didn’t tell them about aurora or find a way to save her!! why he played that gamble when he loved declan, and apparently grew to love ronan and presumably even matthew! 

anyway. fuck. at the end of the day, the parent who truly loved them got killed for a senseless cruel power move that he pulled and brought the hounds on the heads of his sons, and the parent who ran away re-enters the story and saves them, albeit as a consequence, and even if only partly, even if she didn’t care to.

REALLY fucking compelling, and no one comes out looking like a hero, just sad desperate children who grew into people who lost their heads, because no one can salvage the misery.  except hopefully, now, their sons.

[dykenav]

THE THING IN THE FOREST: DRAMATIC MEDIATIONS ON GREYWAREN CHARACTERS

I am Declan Lynch. I am the boy erased by purposeful blandness, the boy who crafted a mask so thoroughly it became him. I am the boy who hides his soul in the attic full of paintings and the fancy shoes he can’t seem to convince himself not to wear, despite how hard he tries. I am the brother who committed to staying safe by becoming nothing, unnoticeable, unremarkable, afraid that if too much space is taken up by something like a personality there will be knives at my throat and nightmares I can’t even imagine. I am the brother who had to be responsible, because no one else would, the one who continued to play the part even when my insides were breaking again and again and again and again and again. 

I am Adam Parrish. I am the boy with insatiable ambition, desperate to rewrite his past. I am the boy that feels unknowable. I am the boy playing life like a strategy game, unconcerned about who I have to lie to or what rules I have to break. I am the boy who believes helplessly that if I can just get somewhere, if I can just make something of my life, if I can become some picture of success then maybe all that pain could be worth it. I am the boy who can’t allow the reality of myself to be held by more than one person. I am the boy who tries to convince himself not to love and fails miserably. I am the boy who collects crying friends, the boy with the quiet otherworldly power only few seem to understand. I am the uncanny stranger next to you. I am the outsider in every room. I am desperate to belong to a world not made for me. 

I am Ronan Lynch. I am the car crash you can’t stop happening. I am everyone’s problem they don’t know how to solve. I am the disaster in your dorm room. I am the thing that wakes with my rage in my hands. I am the brooding misunderstood teenager, I am the young boy who is lonely. I am the soft and fragile thing hidden in glares and snarls. I am the thing in the shape of a human longing desperately to be real. I am the thing with too many feelings. I don’t know how to survive in this world. I don’t know how to be complete in the other. I am the thing that loves fiercely, I am the thing terrified of my hugeness and my smallness both, because neither have given me a place to belong. I am the god dreaming of being a baby dreaming of being a god. 

I am Jordan Hennessy. I am the girl who runs from her own mirror, and yet finds herself surrounded by it everywhere she turns. I am the girl who cannot help but re-create herself, again and again and again, hoping that at least one version will turn out better than the original, or at least stay alive long enough to find out. I am the girl with the void inside of her big enough to destroy the world. I am the girl who’s first experience of love came from the act of painting over her mother’s horrible portrait of a daughter she did not bother to know. I am the girl who hates herself, but I am also the girl brave enough to love herself even when she is terrified of what loving herself might mean, and not knowing if it will ever be possible for her to love or be loved by anyone else. I am the explosion of words in the room, I am the car crash that happened on purpose. I am the artist who dreams while awake.

I am the other Jordan Hennessy. I am the girl who’s never had her own life. I am a girl made of dreams with dreams of her own she’s not allowed to have. I am the girl that stays awake only by the ceaseless and restless pursuit of art that is bigger than reality. I am the girl with lost memories. I am the girl with no option but to create her future, because her past was never truly hers.

I am Carmen Farooq-Lane. I am the woman who gave her life to a cause that betrayed her. I am the woman with blood on her hands. I am the woman who learned to control herself because she couldn’t control her volatile brother, and someone had to be controlled. I am the woman who must keep herself together, no matter what it takes, no matter what she loses, I am the woman who can’t seem to stop what she is desperately trying to stop, what we all know is coming. I am the woman with the apocalypse inside her. 

I am Matthew Lynch. I am the golden child, the easy one, the one that everyone loves simply because I am good, because there is nothing about me to suggest any wrongness. I am the brother who isn’t real. I am the boy who does not know himself, because all he has been is what was dreamt into him, what he has allowed others to shape him into. I am the boy who tries to fight his brightness in rebellion. I am the boy who can’t help but make others smile anyway. 

I am the being known as Bryde. I am the ancient voice in the forest that just appeared yesterday. I am the disdainful hawkish man who believes the world is killing him and killing itself. I am the guy who is mostly right, but is wrong in the ways that matter. I am the one who does not know if he can trust what he knows. I am the angst of a teenage boy and the wisdom of a god and the longing of a revolution. I am the one who does not know if there is anything left worth saving.

I am Liliana the Visionary. I am the maiden, the mother and the crone. I am the human volcano; I am the woman who must erupt to stay alive. I am the woman who chooses her own life, no matter the destruction it causes. I am the woman who believes despite everything that it will all work out. I am the woman with the sound of all her years within her. I am the woman who refuses to keep it all in.

I am Mór Ó Corra. I am the woman who can’t help but dream pain into everything she touches. I too am afraid of the thing in the forest. I too wonder if it was a mistake to bring it to life.

I am Niall Lynch. I am the father with a heart bigger than his brain. I too want to love the thing I’m afraid of. I too want desperately to make it human.

I am the Lace. I am the dark mirror you do not want to face. I am the dream where you can’t wake up. I am the dream where it was all your fault. I am the dream of the world without magic. I am the thing that shows you what you already feared. I am the shadow of the world that will not stop until the world faces itself. I am the voice you already know.

I am the Greywaren. I am the thing in the forest, the thing beyond worlds, choosing life, again and again and again. I am the thing that belongs nowhere and everywhere. I am the thing that talks to you in your dreams. I am the power of possibility. I am the bravery of deciding what to make real, what to love, what to become. I am the thread of magic that connects us all. I am the end in the beginning in the end.

[didishawn]

omg i adore your writing <3 could we get a second part to your last pedri and ferran fic ?? where y’all go home and finish what you started ?? ;)

Post match pt 2 (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

This is a continuation to this fic

Warnings: smut, lots of Spanish, oral sex, Ferran cums by grinding against the bed

Masterlist

Before you can truly take in your surroundings, you are home, Ferran is in between your legs and you are between Pedri's, his thick cock in your mouth and his hands buried on your hair, he moves you how he likes it.

Ferran has lips on your clit, sucking softly as he knows it has you squirming, two of his fingers have a rough pace inside of you, his hips are rutting against the bed to relieve himself, he never would have guessed the sheets to feel so good against him -bit he guesses being as horny as he is, anything would be good enough.

Your mind has long since succumbed to pleasure, back on the shower when you couldn't even stand straight, your boys surely know how to have you trembling.

You are pliant to Pedri's pace as he moves your head, you twirl your tongue around his tip as he likes. You suck him good, your spit everywhere, falling off your mouth as he almost touches the back of your throat. You almost choke on him as Ferran slams his fingers inside, his pace also rougher.

Pedri is breathing hard, he leans down and kisses your head, still, moving you however he likes.

"Dios, amor, eres toda una experta en esto" he groans "Más te vale estar haciendolo bien allá, Ferran" (shit, love, you are an expert. You better be doing a good job over there, Ferran)

The boy separates from your clit, his mouth is wet with your juices, a deer look on, his face "Pues claro, no es mi primera vez, ¿sabes? Ni la segunda, ni la tercera" (of course, it's not my first time, you know? Nor the second, nor the third)

"Solo asegurándome de que nuestra chica disfruta como se merece" (just making sure our girl gets what she deserves)

It's payback, they both know, after being so good for them back in the shower on the Camp Nou, doing your best to serve them good after such a match and win.

You have been at it for hours, you let them fuck you on the car, kitchen, and couch, not even you understand how you have lasted so much. The sun is rising on the background, and you edge closer to what your belive to be the last orgasm of the night, but with these two you can never know.

You are grinding into Ferran's face as Pedri is doing with his cock inside of your mouth, Ferran too becoming close to orgasm as his hips grind quicker, his cock is sensitive yet manages to paint the sheets white with his orgasm, grunting into your pussy, making you moan at the vibrations and in return turn also bringing out a load groan form Pedri as he ruts quicker into your warm mouth.

You let go of Pedri's cock, hand jerking him off, he smirks at your puppy eyes "¿Quieres que me corra en tu cara, amor?" you desperately nod "Dios, como te adoro" (you want me to cum on your face, love? God, how much I adore you)

You are close too, walls tightening around the fingers inside you, squirming under the pression of Ferran's lips around your clit, sucking softly, yet determined, he won't let go off you, doesn't matter how much you squirm, he keeps you in place by the strong grip on your hips.

A strong thrust and an intense suck has you cumming on his face, his tongue slurping everything you give him, your orgasm face enough to throw Pedri off his edge too, your face painted white by his cum.

The three of you are breathing deeply, struggling to move as you are all trembling.

Ferran cleans you as Pedri changes the sheets.

The three of you lay on your bed, you are comfortable in between your boys' arms, finally falling sleep with the sun fully on the sky.

No one on training dares to question them for arriving late when seeing the marks on their necks and rosy cheeks.

[my-favourite-zhent]

BG3 Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

I was tagged by @rolansrighthorn and @commander-krios so I'm giving this a go for Isolde aka Izzy of New Tricks. Tagging if you think this would be fun to try: @thisaccountisagainstmywill @littleplasticrat @sunites @killerpancakeburger @cloverthebarbearian

Baby:

Parents: Both humans from Phlan in Thar, north of the Moonsea. They were archaeologists and former professors of archaeology.

Birth: Izzy was born in Eleint just a few days before Highharvestide. Her parents blamed her penchant for fruit on her birthday.

First word: "up" She was a bit of a spoiled brat that liked to be carried everywhere

When they first walked: Following a bird that had been picking at the camp scraps

Tantrum: Lots of tantrums, not having anyone her age to play with meant she was a bit of a high maintenance baby.

First sickness: Since they were out on the road a lot she actually didn't catch ill till she was around six and they were visiting relatives in Phlan. She immediately caught the shaking fever but luckily fought it off after a few days.

Thunderstorm: Rather scared of them when living out of tents. Warmed up a bit after she got to stay in more permanent structures.

Childhood:

Friends: Since her family was always on the road or at various dig sites away from civilization Izzy rarely had playmates her own age. She spent most of her time reading or trying to feed any local corvids.

Siblings: Izzy is an only child.

Getting into trouble: After toddlerhood she was a generally well behaved child. She spent most of her time reading.

Birthday: In Eleint a few days before Highharvesttide.

Games: Enjoys puzzles but is unfamiliar with most children's games. Corra introduced her to darts which she quite likes.

Learning something new: Huge bookworm, loves to learn anything to do with linguistics, ancient history (especially Netheril) and cultural practices. It helps her understand people better as she has very little practical experience.

Trauma: Her parents were murdered when she was 16, though it was written off by the local authorities as an accidental fire. She is still a bit hung up on the fact that she doesn't know who the killer was and what were their motivations.

Teenager:

Growing pains: None, she never grew that much to begin with.

Taking responsibility: Growing up around almost solely adults Izzy took on responsibility as a young age, often helping out on dig sites or translation work for her parents.

Rebellion: Not at all a rebellious. Excepting the incident below.

Running away: After her parents passing she was sent to live with her aunt in the countryside for a time. However well meaning her aunt had no idea what to do with a young girl and thought trying to marry her off would solve that problem. Izzy decided to run off and go to university instead.

First love: Love is maybe a strong word, but her first crush was a boy in her aunt's village. He was very sweet but ultimately loved another girl in the village.

Adulthood:

Peer pressure: Finally among peers for the first time in university Izzy was very desperate to be accepted. She ended up copying her notes and ghostwriting assignments for a pack of shitty noble brats.

Their "first time": Was briefly in a relationship with one of the noble brats. Fairly painful first time as the guy was pretty selfish and inexperienced but she was too in love to know better.

Reckless behaviour: Devastated when she was kicked out of school and the brat pack dumped her Izzy got drunk with Corra at a festhall and slept with an adventurer who was flirting with her. He was a lot better than the noble brat.

Serious relationships: The aforementioned noble brat who dumped her when she was kicked out of school. A banite priest who was just using her for her expertise in archaelogy, ghosted as soon as he got what he wanted. Currently with Rugan the Zhent (New Tricks) we've yet to see if the pattern repeats.

Work: Since she doesn't have a proper degree she mostly uses her linguistic and archaeological expertise to aid tomb raiders with excavating ruins and smaller monasteries with translation work.

Leaving home: Izzy never really had a permanent home having grown up on the road. University was probably the closest she got to having one. She now winters with Corra in Crimor.

Aging: Early thirties but still looks good for her age, not strong but agile.

Finding their place: Still searching, her line of work and previous bad experiences make it difficult for her to form the lasting connections she so desperately wants.

Starting a family/found family: Really wants to find a life partner and a group of friends. She doesn't have any experience with children but would be willing to have them if that's what her partner wants.

[heyseihai]

Not sure whether I'll manage to finish BoS someday, so let me spill the beans about the plot of future chapters, before my writing block and lack of discipline (and hope) run me over lol Some details I've already talked about, some I have not.

-Huang Hua was the responsible for bringing Seihai back.

-How? Seihai turned herself to stone, but after her 'death' we notice how Huang Hua still thinks about her, and even sees her sometimes. The thing is: when dragon-Lance breaks free from the crystal, HH medidates, then collects the fragments scattered around the room and no one knows that she's been charging them again with her own energy.

-It's not enough though, she also needs the energy of an aengel/daemon (she uses Leiftan's in secret, in order to avoid using Erika's, but well... he flees), and of a dragon. Lance's somewhere unknown, Alajea, Colaia, and Enthraa are dead, her only choice is Seihai, after all her body is still intact and because of the petrified state she wasn't not even given a fenghuang burial, she only needs to bring Seihai's soul back and guide it back to her body. Those images that Seihai saw during her petrified state were result of HH's ritual.

-In short terms, HH's sacrificed her title by disrespecting the lines between life and death (a parallel to the kitsunes who aren't appreciated for doing that either) in order to create a replica of the crystal for Eldarya's sake, that's why she's enforcing the Phoenix title to her sister, somewhat projecting into her. HH herself didn't think she would be capable of doing such ritual, but well, let's remember the weird feeling Erika had while visiting HH's mind in TO. The "omg I'm suuuuuch a good person" people are more often than not, the most dangerous and that's the idea with HH in BoS, good people are more easily corrupted in comparison to who is already labelled as a piece of crap, precisely because of how good people see themselves as better than the others. They easily fall from grace because of their pride and arrogance.

-Problem is that HH didn't realize the risks of messing with dragons. With the ritual, she'd also open some sort of portal to the souls of other dead serpents. Till now, we see two serpents in action: Corra the celtic serpent goddess (in Seihai's dream), and Coatlicue, the aztec mother goddess (when she intercedes for Leiftan). There's also, ofc, Tiamat, she appears the first time briefly when the Advisors test Seihai. Corra was more the "quiet observant" type of goddess, but Coatlicue was Leiftan-biased thanks to her own story with aengels/daemons.

-Erika however ends up corrupted because of HH's lack of trust in her and her "I won't tell you things, even if you're my friend" behavior, without realizing HH was actually trying to protect Erika. It was better to use Leiftan's energy than Erika's. That was an important part of the reason for why Leiftan didn't access his powers: his attachment to Erika, but also HH's ritual draining him.

-Tenjin kicks Erika out of the north the moment she transforms and proceeds to fight Seihai. It's part of his development here, he could have gone after Erika and dragon-Lance, but he stayed with Seihai and took care of the wounds caused by the fight. Actually his character journey could fill a post too.

-At the end, with her failure of a replica, Huang Hua tries to make up for her actions and uses her life force to keep the portal open. She remains there near the mushroom circle completely still, her aura shining brightly to give time for other faerys to come and cross the portal with them. Erika goes first to guide them on the other side and Nevra is the last one to cross. When he turns to her and ask her to come, the portal is already closing and he can't reach her anymore (it will be one of his traumas on earth btw, he will never forgive himself for not being quick enough to pull her, iho he could have saved her) and her last thought is Ewelein. From the start, HH had nothing more to lose, giving her life for Eldarya was the least of her problems.

-That's the ending I imagine for them and the same happens with seiten, they die in the north after forcing the kitsunes to cross with the royal family. But my heart is too weak for that, I want them to have a happy ending aaaa lmao

[ofasphodel]

(evan mock / cis-male / he/him / asphodel ) did you just see FITZGERALD ANDERSON-CORRA walking through the halls? they’re a 23 year-old FOURTH-YEAR FILM STUDIES student from SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. rumour has it they’ve been a member of praeditus since they were in their SECOND YEAR. i’ve heard they have a tendency to be RECKLESS and COCKY, but ENDEARING and CONFIDENT, too. well, anyway, you’ll know if you spot FITZ again because they always seem to remind me of THE SEAMLESS GLIDE OF A SKATEBOARD, GOOD FEELINGS UNDER BAD INFLUENCES, CREDIT CARDS IN EVERY SHADE OF BLACK, A SNICKER WHERE THERE SHOULD BE A FROWN.

background:

fitzgerald anderson-corra has been called many things – “fuckboy prince of sydney” being his favorite, but the submission box is always open – but nobody has ever dared to call him boring. 

he was adopted as a baby, before he could ever conceive of anyone else as a parent, and he was given the atrocious name of fitzgerald after mama anderson’s deceased father. fitz grew up richer than god and all his disciples (or perhaps her disciples in this, the year of barbie), adopted by a lesbian power-couple who had more money than they knew what to do with. as such, they lavished their wealth on their three children, and fitz never knew how to want something, only how to get it.

this became his philosophy in life: whatever he set his sights on (whether it be things or people), it had to be his. and honestly, it was easy to fulfill these endless desires, being as charming and persuasive as fitz was.

he remembers clearly the first time he made a room full of people really laugh. he was eight years old, and his mothers were having a group of people over for dinner. they were going around the table, and everyone was tasked with doing an impression of a celebrity. fitz chose björk (which, looking back, was quite advanced for his age), and after just a couple sentences in his best icelandic accent, the whole room was hysterical. it felt incredible, like love and respect and power all wrapped into one. with every joke that fitz has told since, he’s been chasing that feeling – he’s done his fair share of drugs, but no high compares to that. 

he spent his teenage years surfing the sydney coast during the day and hopping from one party to the next by night. he made easy friends with everyone, and if he didn’t, it was only because they were jealous of his good looks and seamless charisma. at school, he thrived in any activity that put him in the spotlight, whether it was playing the comic relief in a theater production or writing funny cartoons in the school newspaper. fitz was a bright and shining star, and even though he was middle-of-the-pack when it came to pure academics, every teacher and student alike swore that he was going to do something great with that mind of his.

it all changed when he was sixteen. they never should’ve been drinking as much as they were. they never should’ve dared each other to climb higher and higher, up onto the roof even. but they did, and fitz lost more than just a brother that night – he lost a piece of himself.

fitz spent the rest of that summer indoors. no surfing, no parties, no laughter. his mothers assumed it was grief, but guilt is what it actually was. fitz stared at the ceiling and replayed that night endlessly, unable to come to any conclusion besides the fact that fitz’s own recklessness had killed his brother. it ate away at him. 

when the summer ended, so did fitz’s period of mourning. he was determined not to let others see how the summer’s events had affected him, so he was back to fitz as usual, all the smirks and snickers included. he shut down anyone who wanted to talk about what happened with his brother, pushing it down lest it consume everything that made fitz special. he was a comedian, goddammit, and nobody wanted to watch a sitcom episode where the main character does nothing but cry and self-loathe.

he graduated with his sights set on meraviglia, determined to attend the best university that his mothers’ names could get him into and, conveniently, the same school as bindweed. his high school graduation speech received an average of three laughs per minute.

when professor dupont slipped an asphodel in fitz’s direction, he wasn’t very surprised. fitz exists as one of the most likable figures on meraviglia’s campus, and everybody agrees that his charisma is going to make him a big deal one day, though even fitz isn’t exactly sure what comes after college. he’s studying film and media with the hopes of perhaps migrating to the big screen, whether that’s as a writer or an actor, but he also has hidden desires to make something that’s entirely his own – a late-night show, when he’s feeling especially ambitious. 

but fitz is also a person that’s scared of failure and rejection and working too hard, so for now, he’s planning on making it through his last year and then spending some time doing what he does best: traveling the world, racking up the laughs, and bringing a party with him wherever he goes. of course, professor dupont’s disappearance is disturbing to him and is certainly a wrench in his plans to live it up as a senior, but fitz is determined to make something positive out of his last year in praeditus nonetheless.

[commander-gloryforge]

(@commanderhorncleaver) Number 15 for everybody uwu

EVERYBODY??? zthats like 50 people. more i think. okay. get ready. some of these characters im gonna name tumblr hasnt even seen yet.

How Gay Are They?

im going by age of the character btw. lets fucking go.

Azura: gay :) so gay that she gave her lover her only weapon so that she could protect herself

Dio: hey thats me!! it's a lesbian :) super gay

Sophia: lesbian in the magical girl way

Mina: normal (aroace) but their best friend is gay :)

Carry: heterosexual

Léa: PROBLEMATIC BISEXUAL

Brum: gay for every gender :)

Jue: also a problematic bisexual but with more glitter

Lysania: unproblematic bisexual :) gay as in happy :)

Violett: WOMEN WANT XEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Naymarin: GAY FROM BEFORE THEY WERE BORN. so gay. met his gf in the dream. lesbianism in her veins.

Aurora: she doenst have much time to be gay but if she gets her hands on the gay feelings then thousands of people will die :)

Raja: normal amount of gay. pretty regular.

Mirella: SOOOOOOOOO GAY. gets hit in the face with the lesbianism.

Dergroße Winschenzo: there is no word that could hold the power of dergroße winschenzos love. he is all.

Temmie: hardcore femme lesbian. full of GAY!!! and also evil sometimes

Lilly: i dont know :)

Rosalind: bisexual lighting when she was born.

Dean: gay and likes it when men are very mean to him

Corra: very gay but forgets it sometimes because the love she has for the eternal alchemy is stronger than any attraction.

Lucius: 11/10 on the gay scale and it should scare you

Vita: if gay means happy then she is the gayest :) if gay means liking women then thats also correct

Ophelia: she has no time being gay shes too busy being scared

Tora: i think a pretty normal amount of gay. i think rather regular. i think normal.

Rebekka: gay but in a very secretive evil but halfway through redemption kind of way

Eryn: the only thing they attract is unstable fractals :) theres no gay

Narcissa: i am too scared to ask but that old evil face sure looks gay

Jisoo: lesbiab :)

Iira: gay and would commit warcrimes for its lover. (has no lover but wants one so she can commit warcrimes for them)

Ninyann: what is a gay :) doesnt know anything sorry

Indigo: gay and embarassingly so. hey stop looking at jisoo there is a bear mauling you. hey. he

Alastor: proper amount of gay. may not have realised it yet.

Frost: frost is the representation of (one of) my genders so i think they should be the same amount of gay as me. i think theyre gay in the way being a pretty guy in a wedding dress with frost bite is gay. gay in the way finding you best friend dead in a field of pansies covered with purple blood and vines piercing their heart is gay. i th

Dazii: makes bombs. i think thats pretty gay

Astrid: god created bisexuality for her

Yoonsu: fighting his demons (homosexuality)

Thyrynn: gay in a sitting in a library and reading about forgotten legends way

Izzy: OUGHHHHHHHHHH CRITICAL HIT!!!! GAY!!!!!

Nadira: you wabt to know if shes gay? you want to know? when shes wearing the clothing of her gf at all times? when she has made an effort to learn everything about her gfs culture and history that she can find? you want to know if nadira is gay??? how gay she is???? take a guess. go on take a guess. how gay is she, hm?? how gay

Hilda: she was made to be my gfs characters gf. she exists only to be a lesbian. its her one destiny.

Rhea: *writes love songs about her crush* *cries after concert because girl in the audience was too pretty* *talks to ghosts about being too in love to function*

Junko: not only are they lesbian but they also have two gay people in their HEAD which adds up.

Darryean: cowboy

Rian: studies astrology. he looks at the stars and goes "oh youre a libra :/" thats gay

Kyandri: hey shes just a little shroomie :) she doesnt know how gay she is :) a lot probably

Ambrose: VAMPIRE!!!! BITES MEN!!!!! IN THE NECK!!!!!!!!!

Kaari: average bisexual

Daeonna: i dont know if shes gay but judging by how mean she is.... probably

Aryel: do you want an essay do you want a fucking ewsay on how gay he is. do you want that. do you want me to describe in detail how gay he is. how he felt when he met his lover for the first time. his emotions. his admiration. his pure beatiful love. do you want to read into every last bit of aryel lore and figure out how fucking gay he is. do you think you can handle that??? i dont think so. oh let me show you how fucking gay aryel is alright lket me show yo

Soleil: canach liker (gay)

Prima: the word lesbian was created for her HEY!!!!!!!!!!!! gay girl. get a grip.

[amagicbeyond]

just finished helter skelter and i read greywaren last week and as i was reading your fic i just kept thinking like WOW i can't believe how much you predicted. esp in regards to ronan's whole deal. and nathan?!

Thank you for reading! 🥰

Okay, so plotting Helter Skelter was basically a game I used to cope with the awful purgatory of finishing a second book in a trilogy and having to wait, like, a year and a half for the third. Maggie gave us most of the puzzle pieces, the themes and the questions and the shapes of the characters' arcs. I just had fun colouring in the rest - not to mention giving my boy Adam his time in the sun!

I never meant it to be predictive so I wasn't keeping a tally or anything, but off the top of my head isn't it funny that two stories can both contain:

(under the cut for Greywaren spoilers!)

Nathan Farooq-Lane faking his death with a copy and turning out to be the leader of the Moderators/final boss bad guy

Carmen Farooq-Lane being the one to take him down in the end

Mór Ó Corra the sociopath (albeit a far more sympathetic one)

Adam being kidnapped and Ronan raging to the rescue

That little green bottle of ink

Jordan being her own sweetmetal, in a manner of speaking

Ronan being the one to dream the fire at the end of the world

Ronan being half forest/dream entity/ancient eldritch being, one way or another

An epilogue that starts with a Declan/Jordan wedding and ends with the promise of a Ronan/Adam one

And yet be so damn different?

I loved Greywaren and my brain will never be Maggie's brain and I had so much fun writing Helter Skelter. It's the first thing I wrote - and finished - in a very long time. I hope you had fun with it too. 💕

[strangesilverscepter]

Spell Masters

Corra hands another one of her protection spells to a kid. A paper light as a feather, dull and mostly unremarkable. It was the colour of burnt parchment tinted with red lines, her blood, which she used to write two spells. A mild protection spell, and a location spell.

The kid didn't need to know about the blood.

"If you tear this, I'll come to you," She said.

The kid took it with his grubby little hands. His small eyes sparkled as he inspected the spell.

Cute.

She pulled out another stack of the same spell, and turned to the parents.

"Thank you," The woman said.

"You have to go, they'll be arriving soon,"

They were on a rooftop. Dramatic? Maybe. But another spell master was nearby, and this one didn't play nice. Hunting for powers instead of taking payment. They had placed a teleportation inhibitor somewhere in the building, making it hard for this family to teleport and escape.

As soon as the clouds clear and they can see Venus, Corra will be able to break that spell. Night spells were so annoying, blood was more convenient.

"Here," The woman said, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a small glowing orb, green, it was infused with teleportation magic.

They needed their energy,

"I can't take it,"

They need to escape. She could sense footsteps in the distance.

"Take it," The man said, breaking his silence, "We have more," He proved it by showing another three.

Corra sighed and looked up as she pocketed the orb.

The clouds cleared. She could see Venus!

She pricked herself on a pin she kept in a pocket of her jacket.

She smeared blood on the parents hands and whispered an incantation.

The footsteps were now audible. She could hear about ten people running up the stairs.

"Go," She said firmly.

The parents grabbed the kid's hands. whispered something and the space around them screeched as they disappeared out of sight.

She could hear the doorknob rattling as someone tried breaking the lock.

She was too late.

Corra slipped her still bleeding hand in her pocket and grabbed the green orb.

The air around her glowed a cool green.

She felt herself being pulled away from the ground, she violently thought about her safe-house. But something was wrong, all she felt like she was being slammed into a wall. Then, she felt herself being pulled back to the ground.

The teleportation didn't work.

She teleported down to a balcony on the floor below.

Teleporting out of the building didn't work.

"Locked the doors, Phil?" She heard a woman say, and colour drained from Corra's face.

She tried the handle on the door.

"Yes," A man replied.

She was trapped here.

"Right, you all check the area for any Teleporters," the woman was likely the Spell Master hunting the family. "Phil, you and I will look for traces of magic,"

"Yes ma'am," Phil, probably, said.

Maybe he was a Spell Master in training? Maybe she could have handled one Spell Master, but two complicated things and there are probably ten others here, helping with the hunt.

Ten may be non-magic but twelve against one is something she'll always lose to.

Corra slumped her back against the ground and sat on the ground, trying to make herself as invisible as possible.

Nothing to do but wait.

"See, this is where they teleported from, can you feel it?" The Spell Master said.

"Yes," Phil said, guess he wasn't the talking type.

"Here, can you feel three people?"

"Two adults, one child."

Corra could hear people walking around, searching.

"Very good, looks like they all got away," She paused , "But I wonder how they broke the spell,"

"The moon is up, they could drain power if they wanted,"

"Only Spell Masters can do that, silly,"

Corra was in silence for a good minute, she could hear her heart beating loudly against her ribs. They were onto her.

"Check the area for a fourth person," The woman said,

Corra heard them move away from that spot.

She hopes she didn't spill anything.

"Someone failed at teleporting here," Phil said.

"Might have been the first attempt, see, there's a successful attempt here as well,"

"Hm."

Idiot, she thought more to herself than to anyone else.

Idiot.

"You know? Spell Masters can take any other Spell Master's power as well, it's concentrated right here," Corra imagined the Spell master pointing to her chest just near the heart.

She placed her own hand unconsciously on her chest.

"Why tell me this?" Phil asked.

Corra was now getting scared for someone else.

This guy was a trainee, he can't protect himself against her.

"Take a guess," Her voice, dangerously low.

Corra didn't think twice as she warped the space around her.

She found herself pulling Phil away from the claws of the Spell Master.

"Oh? So there was a fourth Teleporter," The Spell Master mocked.

Wrong. Corra was a Spell Master. But she didn't need to know that, Corra didn't want her magic taken away.

She looked at Phil, he was shocked.

Standard reaction to betrayal.

"Guys we found one," The Spell Master said and the ten men, armed with knives, surrounded her, "Catch her!"

With that, Corra found herself being boxed in from all directions, she clenched the orb and teleported to the side, away from the men.

She couldn't escape from the building.

"I see you've figured out the teleportation array. I want to know how you broke it,"

Corra needed to buy time, so she could break it again. But the only thing keeping her alive right now was the fact she hadn't revealed her identity.

She had to keep the guise of a Teleporter.

"Phil, help them," The woman said.

Corra kept teleporting out of the way, to avoid their attacks, but this unnatural method was draining her energy,

"You tried to kill me!"

"Don't be silly, it was only to lure her out,"

Lies.

Someone managed to land a hit before she teleported away.

She was getting tired too quickly. Maybe another five more times?

If she continued like this she would collapse.

She had to change tactics.

She took the orb out of her pocket and teleported inside the building, that worked?

"Caught her!" Someone said from inside.

She had left her jacket behind.

"It's just her jacket you buffoon! She went inside, quick, go inside!"

She ran down the stairs as fast as she could.

"Down the stairs!"

"Quickly!"

"She's getting away!"

People shouted behind her. Corra's steps were frantic and quick, like she was running for her life, then she started panting, breaths became short and quick, and the running slowed down.

Her footsteps were loud, even as she slowed down, it was easy to track. Corra turned to look at them.

They were too close.

Again?

Why again!?

Someone threw a knife at her, now she was being pelted by them, small cuts were made by the ones she barely managed to dodge.

She was impaled by one in her shoulder.

She wanted to scream.

She didn't pull it out. It hurt as she moved.

She tried running again, but she was too tired. She couldn't make a turn and hit the wall instead.

She stumbled as she got back up.

Her shoulder hurt like hell. She didn't dare look at it.

She would have bad bruises in the morning.

"There! That corner!" The Spell Master shouted, "Don't! Don't let her get away!"

She ran down the hallway, the men quickly catching up to her.

There was a dead end. Good.

"Quickly! She's going to "

The air turned green and the screeching like crows could be heard.

In her last seconds there, she heard people slam into the wall.

She panted as the screeching came to a halt.

She probably looked like a mess, sweat rolled down her face, hair had come out of her ponytail, her shoulder was bleeding after being slammed into the wall and being impaled by a knife.

Her breaths were rough and she was haggard. Moving slowly she closed the door and very painfully placed a piece of parchment on it.

She should have enough time to draw an array on the rooftop.

She removed the knife and it started bleeding more, now that knife wasn't there to stop the blood. Corra dipped her fingers into the shoulder wound, ready to draw one on the ground.

When she turned, she saw that guy.

"You're not a Teleporter," Phil said.

She blinked.

She was too tired for this.

She walked forward and grabbed his throat.

His eyes widened and he began to struggle.

Corra teleported to the edge of the roof.

She could say mind was in disarray and she wasn't thinking clearly.

Oh, but she was.

This man, Phil. This man should have been dead.

He started clawing at her hands, "Please," He made a choked sound.

He should've been dead.

Why was she the price for his life?

Why was she the price for every person's life?!

Phil started to cough.

"You're right," He wheezed, "I shouldn't be alive...... right now,... you saved me.... saved my magic,"

Why did she say that out loud?!

Why would he say that!?

Why!

Why?

"I don't know.... why you do it,... but you helped those people.... you helped me..... even though.... I......." He coughed, "Please...... I can help... you,"

Corra blinked.

She threw him back to the rooftop.

He started coughing again, "Thank you,"

She pursed her lips, and then sighed.

"Your welcome,"

She moved to pick up the jacket she had discarded earlier.

"You should tend to that wound," Phil said.

"I need it,"

Phil frowned, confused.

Corra started drawing a circle on the ground, wide enough for five people to stand in it. She dipped her fingers in the wound again to draw criss-cross lines in the circle, a complicated pattern of her own invention.

She took out the green orb again, and held it in her palm.

What trouble she went through to get it, it wasn't worth it.

She sighed.

But it was worth the family's lives.

Everyone deserves to live.

Even the most pathetic, the most wretched.

Even those who were shunned by society.

Even her,

Even the Spell Masters.

She looked at Phil, he went through so much today.

"What will you do now?" She asked.

"Anything that keeps me away from her," Phil looked at Corra, really looked at her, "Can I come with you?" He asked quietly.

"No,"

She can't let anyone get hurt like her.

"I don't work well with others,"

Lies.

Phil looked at her dejected, "Ok, I, uh, won't tell her about this, in case you wondered,"

"Thanks,"

"Hm."

Back to not talking, she guessed.

She walked up to him, he took a step back.

Fair enough.

She handed him some spells from a jacket, "Take this, if you're in trouble, or need any help, tear it. I'll find you."

He looked at the parchment, not saying a word.

Corra walked to the centre of her array and gripped the orb.

"I," Phill started, "You're a Spell Master?"

Corra nodded.

"I want to be like you, I train I'll do my hardest, please, let me,"

"I'm not a role model, kid. I'm not a good person, you know that better than anyone else,"

"I know. But you're better than anyone else I've met. Please, I don't have anywhere else to go," Phil pleaded.

Desperate people did desperate things.

"Fine," Corra relented, "Come here,"

Phil walked to the centre of the circle.

"You can leave whenever you want,"

"I won't."

There was a screech and blinding green light, as Corra's array of blood broke the Spell Master's spell and expanded the green orb's power.

When the light dimmed and the array was visible again, the two Spell Masters vanished to an unknown destination.

All that was left was the array.

[sailoryooons]

I am a huge sucker for a good retelling of classic fairytales. When an author is able to make something completely their own, it just blows my mind.

The idea of befriending the monster in the closet/under the bed has always struck me as different. It gives way for so much fluff and angst. Plus, reader could always be pulled into another world, kind of like Narnia in a sense or even the new versions of Jumanji.

Darker creatures suck me in. Vampires and demons just have so much to work with. The way you can play with elements of the human soul and such topics gives way for a really interesting storyline.

I hope this helps a little...I feel that I just rambled, but eh. I had a little to say lol

HI CORRA ILY

Okay there was legit a period of time where I was ONLY consuming media of re-tolled fairytales and I love that genre of fantasy. It's SO wonderful to see people do a retelling. It honestly might be really fun to bring something like that to our server!!

I also adore a monster under the bed/monster lurking fic but it's like the monster turns out to protect the subject of it's lurking, if that makes any sense? I always thought it was such a good twist to have the monster be a hero in a way or even just the normal it turns out to be scary. LOVE that shit, you're so on point.

I am very much a dark demon gworrrl. I find the nuances of the 'evil' monster tropes fascinating and there are soooo many ways people can write them. Plus, I think that there is something distinctly sensual about the darker creatures, but also... the takes on humanity and human nature within those tropes!!!! CHEFS KISS.

UGh thank you for sharing your opinions I love u

Tell me what fantasy/supernatural ideas and tropes interest you!

[rotzaprachim]

that fanfic chart about how the most inspirational part for fic is things being in between great and godawful. Genuinely my best writing over the past year belongs to a) the great mor o corra backstory and b) andornatural