#scout's guide : chapter six : writings

[sailorscuttle]

instant attraction | natasha ‘phoenix’ trace

this idea was inspired by @writercole , it was just to be a short h.c., clearly this got away from me lmao

summary: you become immediately interested in phoenix and try your hardest to let her know your interest, however phoenix reads your intentions completely wrong, thinking you’re more interested in her friends

warnings: 18+ only!! minors do NOT interact! female reader, smut, semi-public, oral sex (phe receiving)

also thank you to the lovely @blue-aconite for beta’ing this for me <3

word count: 2.2k

listen, we all know phoenix is smart.

incredibly smart.

unfortunately, sometimes the smartest people can miss the most obvious signs of things.

the thing being the fact that you had fallen in love with natasha ‘phoenix’ trace almost immediately from the moment you saw her saunter into the hard deck with payback and fanboy.

she looked like an absolute dream in those jeans, and without shame you let your eyes roam all along her curves     settling along her ass for just a moment longer than what would have been deemed as ‘appropriate’.

you had been drying a whiskey glass when she comes up to the bar and grabs your attention, flashing you a smile as she orders, handing you a card to open her tab. however you hadn’t heard a word out of the pilot’s mouth.

at the sight of her up close, everything around you seems to slow down like those cheesy rom-com movies. you swear in that moment that you’re 100% fucked from being interested in anyone ever again, wanting nothing more than to be able to stare into her gorgeous brown eyes forever. your brain instantly plays into your fantasy, and you suddenly want everything with her; the house, the rings, shit you're even imagining children with her.

penny has to nudge you back to reality and you jump in response, your boss asking if you were okay.

you feel the heat of embarrassment threaten to swallow you whole, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the bar, you answer her by nodding. phoenix ignores your lapse and you’re grateful. she repeats the order again, making a joke that normally people speak when flirting with her friends.

however, what phoenix doesn’t tell you until much later, is that her own world had shifted as well from the moment she locked eyes with you. phoenix tries to play it cool by smiling at you as she tells you her order. 

she assumes that you're more interested in payback by the way you stop doing, well, anything after he speaks to you. she thinks it’s cute when you look embarrassed after penny interrupts whatever daydream you had going on with “him”. fanboy takes the initiative to introduce the three of them to you

you try again to flirt with her, telling her ‘sorry, my brain tends to malfunction when I see someone that looks as gorgeous as you do.’

again, phoenix thinks that you're speaking with payback. hell she wishes you’re speaking to her.

your hand lingers when it’s her turn to pay, giving it a quick squeeze when you hand her card back to her. Penny helps you out by placing their drinks in front of them.

phoenix thanks you and they all turn to make their way to the pool tables, nudging payback once they’re out of earshot from the bar. “payback, did you not see how hard she was flirting with you? you should totally get her number.” payback looked to his fellow squad member confused as he raised his beer to take a sip. “phe are you serious? did you not see them just staring at you?” 

“are you serious, payback? she totally froze after you said something.”

fanboy shrugs at phoenix’s words as he racks up the billiards, looking over to her. “I dunno phoenix, it was different when she looked at you.”

she rolls her eyes at their words and sets her beer down, grabbing a cue stick and nudging fanboy aside, mumbling about how they’re both blind as shit and it’s a wonder the navy’s kept them this long she goes to break.

both fanboy and payback eagerly both tell hangman about you once he joins them to play to phoenix’s annoyance, ignoring any comments the blond decides to make and regretting even inviting him out tonight.

you make any and every effort you can to be around the brunette throughout the night: a beer in hand if she asks for one, your hand on her waist as you “squeeze” by, on her arm when you let her know to find you if she needs anything else. you swear you’ve never laid it on this thick on anyone before

phoenix swears she’s going to internally combust from your touches, and it takes everything to not show how much you’re affecting her. she needs fresh air, a splash of water, your lips against her own, anything to soothe the building desire she has for you. she doesn’t understand why you keep doing this to her when you’re more interested in her friend. jake's teasing comments certainly aren’t helping her either.

the pilot turns to walk away from the pool table, telling fanboy she was going to the bathroom and that she’ll be back soon. what natasha doesn’t see is you trailing after her, grabbing her arm once you’re in the empty hallway and pulling past the bathrooms and into the backroom, locking the door once you’re both inside. 

“who the fuck is    ” your hand reaches up to cover phoenix’s mouth and she seems to relax when she realizes it’s you.

“listen, i’m sorry but i wanted a way to talk to you without your friends interrupting it.” you take your hand off of her mouth, wringing your hands together as you spoke. “look if i’m making you uncomfortable with all of the flirting please let me kn   ”

“hold on, wait, you were flirting with me?” phoenix’s arms cross under her bust as her back leans against the shelving, the metal groaning briefly. 

 “phoenix i’ve been flirting with you the whole night.” you blink at her as your head tilts in confusion, features soon twisting into an amused expression in realization. you close the distance between your bodies, still leaving enough space for her to move if she wanted. “I’ve been sending like a million signs.” 

phoenix quickly notes the lack of space between you two, glancing between your eyes and your lips, the smell of your perfume filling her head. she murmurs your name as her hands move to grip your waist. “I didn’t think you were interested in me in that way.” you give into the temptation and place a brief yet gentle kiss against her lips, your hands reaching to hold her face, thumb brushing against her cheek. “phoenix i am every bit of interested in you…”

it’s phoenix who initiates the kiss this time, pressing her lips against yours firmly. her actions bring out a small moan from you, your fingers hooking into her belt loops and pressing her body fully into the shelves. your kisses become feverish as your hands roam along her body, unable to help yourself from giving her breast a squeeze. 

the moan that comes from phoenix has heat building in your core and you can feel yourself getting wetter, wanting nothing more in that moment to keep her making all of those pretty noises. you break apart from her to press kisses along her jaw, suckling on a spot below her ear that makes phoenix’s knees buckle a little. “god i wanna eat you out so bad..” you whine as your hand moves to push phoenix’s shirt up, kneading her breast through her bra and she bites her fist to muffle her moans.

“can I? can i eat your pussy right here?” 

while you talked you sank onto your knees, nudging phoenix’s legs apart .you look up to see her barely meeting your gaze, grabbing her attention by slowly undoing the button her jeans. you pause, pushing her shirt up to press a kiss to her skin, eyes never leaving hers. “I’m gonna need an answer angel..yes..” you press a kiss to her skin, eyes never leaving hers. “ or no..?”

“god, please eat my pussy..” 

her words repeat in your head causing you to groan and lean your head against her. you groan softly when you feel her hand grip your hair and tilt your head upwards., smirking up at her. “only because you asked so nicely, baby.”  

you have her step out of her shoes before getting to work on taking her pants off, pushing them to the side once her foot is out. you can’t help but press your nose against her mound and just inhale, pressing a kiss through her panties to her clit and moaning at the scent of her. “holy shit baby..” a breathless chuckle escapes you and your fingers hook beneath her underwear, pulling them down slowly.

her eyes widen slightly when you hook her leg over your shoulder, her hand bracing on the shelving to keep her balance .

“you’re absolutely fucking soaked phe..” your hand grips her thigh and you get to work, licking a long stripe along her folds, immediately wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking softly. you watch her eyes screw shut and her head lean back against the shelves, the dull noise drowned out by her whimpers. “fuck you tastes so good, could eat this pussy all goddamn day..” you groan into her pussy.

phoenix swears she’s died. she’s crashed her F-18 and she’s in heaven right now because there’s no way that this can be real. she has the prettiest woman she’s ever seen on this planet between her thighs and eating her out in this bar, so eager to have her she couldn’t wait until they were in the privacy of a bedroom. 

the noises you make while your face is buried in her pussy is downright sinful. you eat her out as if you had been parched, switching back and forth between wrapping your lips around her clit and dragging your tongue back and forth through her folds. your mouth moves to focus on her clit as you slide your middle finger inside of her, pumping your hand for a moment before your ring fingers joins, curling inside her and increasing your tempo slightly.

“fuck i’m gonna cum..please don’t stop baby keep moving your fingers just like that..” phoenix moans, pulling on your hair sharply while her hips move against your face, effectively riding your face. her unoccupied hand moves to her bra, pushing one cup down and kneading her breast, her fingers pinching and twisting the nipple. you do as she asks and keep your fingers moving at the same pace, tongue flattening against her folds. 

phoenix’s body tenses as she cums against your mouth, holding your face to her cunt as broken moans fill the room. you moan against her as you swallow her release, letting her ride the aftershocks for a little while longer before she’s pushing your face away. you're grateful the door has a lock and you had stocked the bar with whatever they needed. you realize that your time is limited and penny would be looking for you soon.

you gently push her leg off of your shoulder and carefully stand, your knees buckling slightly as you feel the blood rush back to your calves. “you okay there, phoenix?” you kiss her sweetly and she groans at the taste of herself on your lips. your hand reaches up to brush a piece of her hair behind her ear. 

“I am fantastic right now.” she gives you another kiss, cupping your face with her hands. you break away fully and you hand phoenix her clothes, watching her re-dress. you can’t help the giggle that escapes when she steps forward, her thighs trembling. “easy there bambi.” phoenix rolls her eyes playfully at your comment. “keep talkin’, next time it’s gonna be you with weak legs.”

your eyebrows raise at her words as the both of you go to leave the back room. shutting the door your hand eagerly pulls your phone from your back pocket, opening up a new contact and handing it to her. “I would love a next time, though i’d like to take you on a date first.” phoenix nudges you playfully before adding her contact to your phone, sending herself a text message so she has your number.

“I’d like that too.”

both of you slip into the bathroom to quickly freshen up, trying to appear as if you both hadn’t been gone for half an hour with each other. you share one last kiss before phoenix slips out first, taking her lead a few minutes later.

“phoenix where the hell did you go? did you die in there or something?” payback was immediately on her the moment she got back to the group. phoenix rolls her eyes and swipes one of the beers that had just been put down on the table, fanboy groaning at the loss of his drink.

“no, just got preoccupied.” she shrugs.

payback seems to somewhat buy the excuse. however, Jake doesn’t believe it at all. From his spot by the table he had watched the two of you, noticing you wiping your face with the back of your hand before resuming your spot behind the wall. he barks out a laugh, taking a sip of his beer while the rest of the group quickly turns to him.

“preoccupied,” he snorts, eyeing phoenix. “ yeah that’s the word.” phoenix ignores jake’s teasing, dragging payback, fanboy, and bob (who had shown up while she was gone) to another round of pool to distract them. while her backseater takes a shot she glances over to you, catching your gaze. you flash her a smile, adding a wink.

taglist: @lt-natrace @callsign-phoenix @mayhem24-7forever @wildbornsiren @rhettabbotts @jostystyles @therebeccaw​

neither of you could wait for the ‘next time’, making plans for the next day.

[skepsiss]

Master Writing List of My Works

I've seen other people do this and it seems like a good idea. You can follow my Ao3 where more of my works are posted, but for the ones available on Tumblr I will list them below.

Skepsis_Ree on Ao3

Art, Photos, and Moodboards

Stranger Things

Steddie

Mini Fics. These are asks that people have sent me. You can send me a prompt and I'll write you Steddie stuff.

The Last Strange Thing [Monster reference guide] [The art for the fic!] Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 [FINISHED] // Welcome to the apocalypse. The demo-infection has taken hold of the world, and humans are a rare thing these days. Still, people hang on to civilization in pockets across North America and beyond. Hawkins is one such place.  Steve Harrington is a scout who runs missions for Hawkins, and on one of those missions, he becomes separated from his scouting partner, Robin. He has to find his way across Indianapolis in an infected world, meeting one very important individual on the way, Eddie. The two of them must trust one another in order to journey across Indiana, while perhaps finding something softer to nurture with one another along the way.

Long Road Ahead Pt1  Pt1.2   Pt2    Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 // A Five part (maybe six?) series about Steve and Eddie getting together. Steve really struggles with the possibility of him being queer and doesn't know how to deal with it. Each part alternates between Eddie's POV and Steve's POV; lots of yearning, miscommunication, a pining with a happy ending.

Join the Party // One Shot, AU Where Steve and Eddie have been friends since childhood and I guess no Upside Down shenanigans (yet?). Hurt/comfort with confessions. Written from the period of them at 10 (ish) to 18 (ish).

Heart Beat City // One shot. A character piece on Eddie as he has some of his faith in happiness returned to him. Eddie thinks pretty firmly that love and kindness are not a real thing--at least not for him, but that changes when he meets Steve. Poetic and moody, optimistic ending.

House to Ourselves // Series of one-shots. Steve and Eddie are finally living together after a long courtship. They get every other weekend to themselves when Steve’s ex-wife takes the kids for 2.5 days. That means sex… definitely sex.

Because I Want You // Part of the adult AU, one-shot series. Steve and Eddie have been broken up for 9 years. It just so happens that they both have 3-year-olds, and they end up in the same daycare, allowing them to reunite. It’s bittersweet in a lot of ways, mostly because Eddie feels so guilty for how things ended with Steve in their previous relationship. This story is about them trying to get back together.

Modern Problems, Modern Solutions Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 [FINISHED] // Modern AU. Eddie's POV and his judgy, budgie, anxiety-filled self-denying for a long time that he has a crush on Steve. I wanted to explore what being an awkward teen was like (again) and how the personality dynamics would work between Steve and Eddie if they were in more modern times. A story full of miscommunications set in 2015 ish. This mini-series is finished, and it has a happy ending. Enjoy the very soft end for the boys.

Basketball Shorts // PWP. Explicit, 18+. Eddie and Steve are in an established relationship, and Eddie asks Steve to wear his old basketball uniform. They fantasize together about what it would have been like to date in high school (and how hard it would have been not to sneak off to bone).

Tooth and Nail Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 // Uuhh, it's kinda sad guys. Prompt was to write something where Eddie is the one that is in denial about his queer-ness and Steve is the one who makes him question his sexual identity. Full request here. This is hurt comfort and miscommunication riddled; read some realness and slowburn towards romance. Part 4 onward is pining time with Eddie trying to figure out his feelings.

Stories of Youth (microfic) // A short (480 words) fic written for the steddie microfic month with the prompt "Suck." This is fluff and just a little window into the sweetness (and eternal horiness) that is Steve and Eddie in a relationship.

His People Chapter 1: His People // This story is more about Eddie than anything. Exploring the idea of Eddie coming back very "monstrous" from the Upside Down, and he doesn't have a lot of memories on how to be human. He does learn quickly though that the people around him do love him no matter what. This was written for Eddie Month with the Oct 13 prompt "Monster."

Chapter 2: Like. Lust. Love. // Eddie relearns what attraction is, and acts on the memories he has of himself and Steve... or what he thinks are his memories of him and Steve.... (angst, drama).

The Audacity - Corroded Coffin Lyrics only Written in Sung/Spoken form // A limerick that I wrote as if it were a song written and performed by Corroded Coffin. Angry, but also very f*ck the establishment.

The King - A Corrded Coffin Song (Accompanying art) // An imagined metal ballad written by Eddie Munson. (Think Iron Maiden's "Run to the Hills"). It's about Steve and his father, but also Vecna, and Eddie vs Hawkins. It's multi-layered and I thought it felt equally tragic and love-filled.

Time // Just a one-shot of them maturing and being in a 2-3 decade relationship. Romantic and fluffy, less than 700 words.

Through Leagues and Miles Pt1 // Eddie and Steve meet up again after 7 years. They're proper adults now and Eddie is living his dream of being a rockstar, while Steve has just started to go back to school to become a teacher. They were only supposed to be meeting up for a reunion with The Party, but one thing leads to another, and well... maybe acting on that crush from 7 years ago is worth it.

"Newly-wed Game" // Just this silly little "Newly-wed Game" post I added to. For some reason, it has 4,000 notes.

Reflection Steve's Part Robin's Part Nancy's Part Eddie's Part [FINISHED] // This is a 4 part mini-series about the Fruity Four. It's 1989 and Steve, Eddie, and Robin are visiting Hawkins over winter break. Nancy has invited them all over for a little Christmas get-together, and we read from the point of view of each member of the crew across 1 event. I wrote these pieces to be read in any order, so... enjoy some Steddie, vague Ronance, Vickie x Robin, and just the Fruity Four being... fruity. Dialogue prompt "You Remember That?" for Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge.

It's Snowing In Hawkins // This is all fluff. Steve goes over to visit Eddie during a heavy snow in Hawkins and gets roped into helping him build a snow fort. Both of them have been inching toward a romance for months now, and Steve adores how innocent and young their relationship feels. It’s the start of something real tonight, and it makes Steve feel brilliantly happy. 

Before the Fire - Steddie Microfic // Wrote for December's prompt "pine" (508 words). Steve and Eddie are around a fire and Eddie is trying to cheer Steve's up because 'someone' is missing and Steve is beside himself with worry. Eddie is pining, but Steve seeks him out for comfort.

The Cock Tail Club [18+ explicit] // Society thinks poorly of Alphas who prefer to be with other Alphas. That is why underground bars like The Cock Tail Club exist. Where one lonely Alpha can meet another and hit it off for the night. Eddie is doing just that, and of course, he finds wild, satisfying release… and maybe a bit more than what he bargained for.

Stranger Things

Not steddie. Things like stobin etc.

Survival of the Sister [Link to art] // Max is a young knight who has lost everything to the darkness of the Upside Down. The last thing she can lose is her life. She puts it all on the line to save her family, friends, and Hawkins. Fate has another idea for her as she struggles to recall her happiest memories that will bring her back to life and toward Lucas, who is desperately searching for her. Overall, it is a short, emotional piece about Max fighting back death with sheer willpower and then getting to relish in being reunited with Lucas.

We the Youth (1987) [Link to art] Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five [FINISHED] // A five-part, mini-series that is 100% complete and being posted during the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2024. This Stobin-centric story is about Robin learning how to love herself (with the help of her very queer life)! The first part of the story focuses on Robin losing her job and seeking comfort from her best friend, Steve. After moving to New York after graduation to work for a year before college, Robin has "lost her path" and isn't sure what she wants anymore.

Each chapter focuses on a different kind of love, and how difficult it is to find a place to belong when you're a young adult. (Especially when you're a young, queer adult in the 80s). The story has a happy ending though! So please enjoy this lovely platonic Stobin tale and the importance of having people in your life who love and support you.

[frannyzooey]

Kelly!! I’m going to NY for an extended work trip and my mind is SPINNING thinking about walking around the same places birdie and ez are, the nyc magic, feeling the love in the springtime air 🥹 I can’t remember but do you have a post sharing all the locations you mentioned or thought of while writing? Would love to walk in their footsteps 💕

omgomgomgomg — you are living my DREAM 😍 I’ve often daydreamed about going back and taking a sort of “In The Dark” tour

Here is the official In The Dark Guide:

Chapter One:

NYU (Cee and Birdie's college)

The Guggenheim (Birdie's dream museum)

The Bean (the coffeeshop where Birdie and Cee eat lunch together for the first time)

Chelsea (the neighborhood Ezra's brownstone is in)

Chapter Four:

Chelsea Farmer’s Market

Strand Books (bookstore where Ezra corners Birdie)

Chapter Five:

Brighton Beach (neighborhood where Ezra scouts antiques)

Tribeca, Greenwich Village, West Harlem, Midtown (all neighborhoods)

Chapter Six:

Sofreh (Persian restaurant where Ezra celebrates his birthday, and drinks their signature cocktail: a Sekanjabin Martini)

Breads Bakery (French lunch stand in Bryant Park)

Chapter Seven:

The Library (punk bar in East Village)

Chapter Eight:

Central Park, the section along 59th and 6th, The Museum of Modern Art and La Bonne Soup (Ezra and Birdie's date weekend)

Chapter Nine:

The New York Public Library, East Wing (where Cee hides after finding out)

Chapter Ten:

The Museum of Modern Art (specifically the painting, The Dream by Henri Rousseau, which is actually also Pedro's favorite and he used to visit it a lot when he lived in NYC). Inside the museum, there is a section of windows that face a courtyard and that was where Ezra was pacing during his phone call with Birdie.

Chapter Eleven:

Hudson River Park, between 100th-125th St (cherry blossom lined paths where Ezra and Birdie walk)

The High Line (they also take walks here, you should def check this out)

Chapter Twelve:

NoMo SoHo (hotel where Ezra and Birdie spend their last night - it's gorgeous)

I think that's everything! A lot of the inspiration for this story came from just walking around the city with @krissology - the graffiti, the sounds, the endless streams of people, the architecture, the train, etc. A lot of the photos I used in my moodboards for this story were taken directly from my camera roll. ❤

If you end up going to any of these places, let me know!! I wish I could come with you and I hope you have a ton of fun! ❤

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

The Hello Puppets and MLB "crossover"

Disclaimer: This is not a crossover, but a universe inspired by Miraculous Ladybug. I am not much of a fan of the series anymore but I do enjoy it. I probably won't tag it there because the fandom sorta terrifies me (hence this disclaimer) Although I may have problems with the creator and the show itself, I do think it holds pretty well and my rewrites and changes are entirely for my own universe and lore. This was just for fun

I am not really finished with this universe as I have other projects like Riley Drew and Fallen. I am doing this mostly as casual projects and fun ideas. This has been in my mind for about a year and I remember its existence until a few days ago.

As this was inspired by the MLB lore, I am showing my major changes:

No love square and love triangles will be in here. The guys the main duo is a pre-established couple and will remain that way (most likely the only pairing)

No master Fu will be present, Scout is a sort of spirit guide but she's not exactly the best (best way possible)/Might add the other Scouts

Mayura will NOT be in love with Hawkmoth. She would only be his partner in crime and is platonically friends with him

Some of the stories will be more linear and episodes will be connected.

The powers will be severely limited to keep it in balance (So no lucky charm that magically fixes everything.) I'm still working on that aspect

The story would be more about teens and up

There won't be much akumatized character because I don't have the brain power to create an akuma of the day. So akumatization would be occasional, and the powers of the moth will be different.

The villains will have some allies who they'll akumatize, so villains will repeat but upgraded

In a future I will also change a bit the Kwamiis as I am not really a fan of their designs (don't kill me)

Ok, let's dive into the fun part, and start with the basics of the series, the characters, some lore, and a bit of a plot twist which I won't give too much information. Be aware a long post is ahead!

Also, there will not be any cannon x cannon in this

Feel free to ask questions in my ask box ^^

Overall series summary: The Amazing adventures of Lord Bug and Lady Kitty Noir tells the story of high school sweethearts Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins and Anthony Pierson. At day, they are aspiring journalists with a love of the supernatural, but in night they are the fighting crime famous duo: Lord Bug and Lady Kitty Noir. A duo of superheros fighting the forces of evil along with their spirit kid guy, allies and friends while also learning balance and the hardships of that heroes. often face.

As for now If I ever write this, this would be divided into 2 seasons with 24 "episodes" each (technically it would be divided by parts. Each with some specials each (chapters that connect to each other)

Season 1: After discovering a long time secret from her late Aunt and Uncle, Beth and her boyfriend Anthony decide to continue the legacy of the late heroes "Miss Bug" and "The Black Cat" as a new duo of heroes called "Lord Bug" and "Lady Kitty Noir" as an old enemy of the city returns along with some new faces, and a new partner in crime joining his side seeking revenge against the city.

Season 1 right now has six special episodes (Two special events, all of them add to six.) They would be the longest, and as episodes let's say about 40 minutes each.

Episodes 1 and 2: "Origins"

Episode 1: Miraculous

Episode 2: Lord Bug and Lady Kitty Noir

Episodes 9-12 "Rise of the Phantasm"

I haven't planned out the chapter names yet but this could be it/note: this could change. This will be Mayura's origin story.

Episode 9: "The peacock miraculous"

Episode 10: "A dark new dawn"

Episode 11: "Phantasmagoria"

Episode 12: "The Phantasm strikes"

Season 2: Beth and Anthony are still facing the harsh realities of being a superhero and at the same time joggling the responsibilities of high school students. Things don't look exactly bright however as Shadow and Phantasm started to make their attacks more frequent, disrupting their established balance, not to mention the introduction of a new miraculous holder makes things easier than they already were.

Season 2 is undecided what would happen, but it would complete the same format as 24 episodes/chapters, Two specials with the total of 6 special episodes.

Two parted special would not be the premiere of season two, maybe mid-season or season finale

Special: "Through the Rabbit's hole"

Episode TBD - "Clockin' around"/Tittle might change

Episode TBD - "MadHat Hattie"

Four parted special is still a name in progress "Hero's day", this could be either mid-season or season finale

Episode TBD/ Part 1 - Hero's day

Episode TBD/ Part 2 -Mr. Foxglove and Phantasm

Episode TBD/Part 3 - "Captain Honeybee"

Episode TBD/ Part 4 - "Certain truths"

This is what we have around with episodes, so now let's dive into the characters and their alter egos (I won't be sharing much information about some)

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Anthony Pierson (Protagonist)

Note: His actual hair and eyes are others, since I injured my wrist I have to limit my drawing and writing. His eye is actually gray, and his hair is more brown (close to black) and his hair is exactly like the picrew I originally made with the Vox Veritas' gang.

He's 17-years-old.

He currently studies at Summer Creek's High School in a journalist program with Beth.

He is the boyfriend of Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins.

He lives with his mom, and takes care of his little niece Sally (@dolly-royal OC)

He had some troubles with the law around his preteen years due to many issues with his estranged father Victor, but he has worked his best to better his ways and works towards bringing awareness through journalism.

He's the ladybug miraculous porter.

Tikki's owner.

He's like a brother to Scout.

His personality is more like in the cannon version, but he's more laid back and keeps himself from breaking other laws again.

Alter ego is "Lord Bug"

"Lord Bug" - Anthony's Alter ego

He has a Ladybug shaped metal backpack that contains his wings to fly (not removable)

He's weapon is still a yo-yo. It's store on his

Under his goggles there is a mask like the OG Lady bug has.

He has level booths with some spikes as well (not removable)

He can't exactly remove his googles but he can move them up to his head. This help him have eye protection when he sees.

Once he activates his wings, his googles automatically extend to create a safety helmet.

His lucky charm is a bit different from cannon. He has the ultimate lucky charm, which creates a bigger item that he can use to fight crime but will disappear once his time runs out. He has the lucky charms, which are small charms with different uses. He has to limit his use because it would drain transformation energy.

He has the ability to fly thanks to his backpack, and other miraculous can activate their personal googles is he needs to carry them.

His booths and gloves give him the ability to climb and stick on the walls, although some surfaces are limited.

He has a shield that he can activate by spinning his yo-yo (a ladybug symbol appears)

This is what I have for now.

Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins (Protagonist)

Note: Beth's appearance is in fact quite similar to the first colored drawing I gave her. I would just add some minor changes. She has a beauty mark on the left side of her cheek like in the drawing

She's 16-years old

Her mother passed away at birth and her father died while serving in the army. She lives with her Aunt Daisy (who is not her aunt, but she promised to take care of her after her best friend Amyrose died.)

She used to live with her Aunt Amy and her husband Owen, long before they mysteriously passed away in a fire.

Her personality is pretty much like in "Ambition" but she's more energetic and juvenile.

Anthony Pierson's girlfriend

Studies at Summer Creek High School at the same journalist program with Anthony

Is the high school journalist. She works with her counselor and editor Ericka Swan (no picrew yet)

She's like a sister to Scout

She originally was intended to inherit the ladybug Miraculous, but she chose to have the black cat miraculous.

Plagg's Owner

The Black chat miraculous holder.

Alter ego is "Lady Kitty Noir"

Lady Kitty Noir - Beth's alter ego

Just like the original Chat Noir, her gloves have claws, but she can get them out whenever she wishes too.

She has night vision and super hearing abilities.

Her weapon is the same as Chat Noir, but besides extending it, she can separate it into two.

Her suit grants her the ability to climb walls, although some surfaces are limited.

She has supper speed (like she can run around the same speed cats can) and can jump up to 6 feet tall thanks to her booths.

Her powers are still in definition but she can use catalyst (it will be like small ones) but it would take up her transformation time. They would look like cat scratches to be honest. She has the ultimate cataclysm which would be the equivalent of the OG power but to a larger scale. This would also take some suit power.

Her flexibility and a delicate sensor ability.

Her shield is activated through a special button with a kitty paw. She makes a circle with her weapon and it appears (it has a Kitty cat symbol)

This is all I have for now.

Scout (Tritagonist)

Guardian/Spirit form (True form)

Human form (Harper)

Scout is a kid spirit designated to care of the box of the miraculous and guide the next miraculous Ladybug and Black cat holders to the future (Recently assigned)

Although spirits have lived for centuries on earth, in Spirit age she's 12 years old.

Her personality is like in the games. She was a bit distrustful of the new set of heroes but eventually warmed up to them as their friend and spirit guardian.

She's rather clueless of her guardian abilities, but at least tries.

She can also turn herself into a golden retriever to get out of the world as it's too dangerous for her to live as a civil human.

She originally kept herself as a dog before Daisy learned the truth about the heroes. Now she can stay with her in her human form.

Her real power is being an annoying little shit/affectionate/positive

As a spirit she can fly

She gets the bunny miraculous on season 2

Fluff's owner

Alter ego is Madhat Hattie.

Madhat Hattie - Scout's alter ego

Her powers are way much different as the OG version because it was way over power. So she cannot travel in time, and her powers are more inspired by magicians and Alice in Wonderland

Her weapon is sorta her umbrella and is in her hat (she takes it out like a magic trick). Her real weapon are a limited deck of cards that she can use as shrikes

Her powers would be refences of Alice in Wonderland stuff. I haven't planned them out yet.

She can jump and run like a rabbit. Her umbrella will help her gracefully land by opening it.

Shield is activated by spinning her umbrella (bunny symbol appears)

Her superpower is Rabbit's luck. Her umbrella will become a drill that will let her create rabbit holes from a certain distance. It will also limit her super suit power.

Mayor Mortimer Handee - Main Antagonist

Mayor for about the two seasons before Rachel Breadstone takes the office.

Has an ok relationship with Nooro and treats him with respect. This is because there is a possibility that he'll have a redemption arc.

He's more serious and threatening but nowhere near his cannon version which is terrifying.

Has a vendetta against heroes and has a complex moral compass about his evil deeds. He doesn't do harm to people as he does take his duty to protect them, but questions if heroes are something necessary (quite complex that I am working on)

The moth miraculous (I am not calling the butterfly miraculous) was given to him by a minister during some duty stuff. He kept it ever since, and is presumably linked to the dead of that corrupt politician.

He actually was relieved when he stopped being mayor because the stress was bad.

Is in the search for the miraculous to keep them lock and end heroes as he believes there's evil that could abuse them as poor Nooro exhibits trauma.

Was good friends with Dr. Fred Ruckus

Moth Miraculous porter and Nooro's owner

Alter ego is "Shadow"

Shadow - Mortimer's alter ego

Note: I hate Hawkmoth and Mayura's design sorry not sorry

His villain name is because he's in the shadows and rarely makes appearances. He was named by Miss. Bug "Shadow" after he tried to akumatize her while introducing himself as simply "I am a simple guy in the shadows"

His cane is still his weapon. His shield is activated the same way Lady Kitty Noir activates her. It has a moth symbol.

He was the shadow for about 10–16 years.

Just like Lord Bug, he has a set of moth wings that he can activate, and his goggles can move up to his head. He was a mask underneath.

He still has the power of akumatization and can do it numerous times, but his suit time will run out and he would lose connection to the akuma. He can also upgrade former akumas and remove akumatization.

He actually creates the akumas with the power of his hands. I cannot take seriously Mortimer having a garden full of evil butterflies XD

For his ultimate power, I guess he can call an army of moths he creates that could work as a giant hand, or he as the ability to give himself one superpower with a time limit (TBD)

His personality is more jovial and cracks jocks. Phantasm is sick of his bird puns, but well sometimes he gets under her feathers

Dr. Riley Ruckus - Supporting character and now second main antagonist

Before becoming the Phantasm

Note: I forgot her freckles, sorry XD

Curator of the "Ruckus' Museum of Science" and daughter of Dr. Manfred "Fred" Ruckus.

She was friends and sorta is still friends with the duo. She tolerates Nicholas Nack (No. They're not related, and yes. I am keeping some of the cannon. No shipping) and had a rocky relationship with the mayor

She was very close to her father, Manfred (as her mother died in an expedition accident), and is the next Ruckus in line to inherit her family museum.

Her role was to investigate around the city and help the heroes find more about the akumatization.

Kids tend to stress her out a bit due to their lack of interest in her presentations as their attention was always drawn to the stupid Dino figure (who is historically inaccurate) Nick made as propaganda

Her family also found the book containing information about the miraculous, and her mother was the one who found about the peacock miraculous.

She used to have a bit of a secondary role until the special "Rise of the Phantasm"

She used to be an allied for the heroes.

After becoming Phantasm - Events after 4-part special

Note: The good boi is ok, he's being a good boi in the background doing good boi things

After the events and becoming the Phantasm, Riley became much colder and quite temperamental. She sorta remains friends with the main cast, but has become more distant due to the events

Her appearance drastically changed as she took over the museum she had to get into a more professional image, and was getting a bit more involved with candidate Rachel Breadstone and Mayor Handee was helping her with the museum.

She and Mortimer eventually learned each other's identities and formed an alliance as they fear the other could expose them. The eventually formed a Platonic bond and were in good terms, almost as best friends/ a mentoring relationship (No cannon x cannon shipping in this AU BTW)

She called off her deal with the two main heroes (in their hero alter egos) after they decided to redeem a group a bit related to her villain arc. She's rather cold and often ignores them.

She works very closely with Mortimer trying to translate the book her late mother found

Peacock miraculous holder and Owner of Duusuu

Duusuu does get along pretty well with Riley and she finds them tolerable. They basically adore her and drink Coffee with her.

Alter ego the Phantasm.

The Phantasm - Riley's alter ego

Note: Mayura is not really a pretty design and I gave her a mask for congruency. My AU my rules.

Her face mask is more reminiscent of a peacock. Her suit seems to be a dress, but it's a full suit with a not removable jacket that contains the peacock feathers.

Her fan is still her weapon and she can take one of the feathers and throw it as a dagger. She can also separate it into two to fight with her hands.

She works closely with Phantasmagoria for her public appearances, as she stays in the shadows working around and pulling variables to her advantage.

Her powers are basically the same as Mayura with the exception that she can create multiple amoks with the same consequences as Shadow has.

I haven't decided her ultimate power yet, but it's probably relating to creating a giant sentimoster to aid her. Sentimonsters tend to reflect what a person want and/or need the most.

Her suit can actually open her tail feathers, so that's her shield. They can also extend and make her land safely on her feet.

She makes clear that she's Shadow's partner in crime and not his assistant.

When contacting an amok or an akuma (if they're link) she can alter her voice to sound as Phantasmagoria.

Dr. Manfred Ruckus - Supporting character

He was more of a minor supporting character until the special "Rise of the Phantasm"

He was a great fanatic of heroes and the one who requested Nick to create Dino.

He took great care of Riley as she was the last remaining of his late wife, and the only family left.

His late father gave him the Ruckus museum and he often donated to charities

He rescued the Good boi and gave him to him as a gift for Riley during her time grieving over her late Mother

As Phantasmagoria

One day he was gone and the other day he appear to the public as Phantasmagoria.

Nothing is much know about his rise as a villain or his reason why. He's the face the Phantasm use for her public appearances.

He doesn't use his powers, but does fight with his fan (Which I forgot to mention it was made out of metal)

His mask is removable, but is speculated he uses it due to his accident. He no longer appears as Manfred but now as Phantasmagoria.

Nick Nack - Supporting character, now Anti-hero

Note: No, He doesn't have a fox as a pet is probably a statue

Artist and owns his own gallery. He has fair prices and sometimes lets people enter the gallery for free. His art varies from various inspirations

He made Dino the Dinosaur as per requested by Dr. Fred Ruckus. Riley told him to add feathers, Manfred told him to be created so he did not add them to piss off Riley. Dr. Fred loved his work

He's in an ok term with the heroes in their civil and hero form. He annoys them and they annoy him, but there is nothing that bad outside the occasional insulting Nick's supposed genius with criticizing his art

He's much nicer than the cannon version, and still has a lot of Daddy issues.

Mortimer ignores him, but at least he's in good terms with Daisy and she gives him goodies.

Owner and best friend of Trix

He found the fox miraculous and did try to tell the heroes but he was ignored. He kept it.

Alter ego is "Mr. Foxglove" (He gains it around season 2)

Mr. Foxglove - Nick's alter ego

His suit is more related to a fox but picrew was very limited.

Yes. He is named after Mr. Fox and Foxglove, it's meant to be a pun.

He has more of a trickster personality like a fox usually does in fables and stories.

Just like Lady Kitty Noir, his gloves have claws but he cannot exactly get them out whenever he pleases.

He has super hearing and speed. He has also the ability of camouflage

His flute is his weapon and he has to play a tune to activate his shield (Fox symbol)

He's more of an anti-hero as he helps both heroes and villains whenever he pleases or they convince him. He will help the Phantasm every time she threatens him (Why? Squirrels In My Pants/ They meet in season 3)

He accidentally slipped the whole Phantasm and Phantasmagoria deal after accidentally referring to Phantasmagoria as it and the Phantasm as she.

I am still deciding his powers, but he can make several illusions by playing minor notes. Prop ultimate power is a moving illusion with power suit consequences.

Daisy Danger - Supporting character, later hero

Note: not much info on her, so sorry Darlings

She's a character in progress sadly, so there is not much about her.

She's a home baker and a single mom. She took Beth under her wing and cares for her as an adoptive mother/aunt

She often helps with making pastries for special events and sent cookies to the Ruckus family.

She's sorta Riley's best friend and a mom friend to everyone.

She then becomes a mom to Scout, and makes sure she doesn't overwork herself during.

She becomes a miraculous holder thanks by Lady Kitty Noir choosing her to help her out. Beth gave her the miraculous back after revealing her identity. (Season 2)

She's now Pollen's owner

Alter ego is Captain Honey Bee

Captain Honeybee - Daisy's alter ego

Still under construction

Her googles basically function the same way as Shadow and Lord bug as well as her wings.

Her hair now has some black stripes and her suit resembles a bee.

Her weapon is still the same, but she can paralyze a couple of people. Still super suit downside

Her superpower would be the one that Multimouse has of becoming very small like a bee, which enhances her abilities to the max and is hard to spot.

Just as Lord Bug, she had to stick to the walls, and her vision is much better.

She also has super strength and her shield is shaped in a honey comb.

[jayteacups]

Even my WIPs list is a WIP... send help

I’m only now just realising how many WIPs/half-baked ideas I have floating around in my fics folder on my laptop and I really really want to get to them... you know what? I’m going to give you all a list and talk a little about them in the hopes that it’ll a) get me excited about some of them and I’ll finish it faster, or b) you guys are interested about them and I’ll probably feel more confident in my writing and write some more... and hopefully I’ll stop adding ideas to it because I’m focusing on the existing ones lol. Also I’ve been tagged a short while back for a WIPs ask game but I think I did it the last time it circulated before this one so I’ll just do it like this instead lol. 

Levi x Reader WIPs (one-shots and mostly SFW unless specified otherwise) 

The Harbinger’s Premonition - a canonverse multichap fic where Reader is the grim reaper who collects the souls of dead Eldians and guides them to Paths, and Levi is the only person who’s ever been able to see them. Currently working on chapter 4 (very verryyyy slowlyyyyy) 

Role reversal AU (captain Reader and civilian teashop owner Levi) (this one is well underway!) 

Flatmates AU (in which Levi and Reader are in the same flat for uni accommodation - I’ve got a fair bit done for that one too) 

Florist!Levi - I’ve got several hundred words written from a while ago, and I kinda miss writing lil grumpy florist/plant dad so I kinda want to pick this one up again. 

Masseuse!Reader - the Scout veterans minus Levi have a weekly tradition to go to a massage parlour because they’re all stressed out as heck and Hange somehow convinces Levi to go to one. And you’re the pretty masseuse that got assigned to him for his appointment 👀 (this is more of a concept than an actual plot but I do want to write this!!) 

Airport and author AU - okay so I’ve written like 500 words for this one and the document hasn’t been touched in months idk if I want to pick this one back up? The idea is cute but I just have bad writers block when it comes to that one for some reason 

I also had ideas for six pieces that I was going to write for this year’s Kinktober, which obviously did not happen as I was moving back to uni and things were a little full on then. I definitely plan on writing these out but the question is when lol 

... old requests from like months ago that i haven’t gotten around to/havent been inspired to write im sorry to those who requested those I will get around to those one day I swear 😂

Other WIPs

I’ve mentioned a few times on this blog that I want to get around to writing a Levi x OC fic set in canonverse, as sort of a canon rewrite. Tentative name ‘The Creed of the Godless’. It’s still very much in the early planning stages and has been for months because I’m a perfectionist and don’t want to start writing until I have every little detail planned and plotted lol. I have talked about it in this post and there’s a little more info you can find in my masterlist somewhere. 

Not a WIP but I’ve been thinking about writing Furlan x Reader (listen I know the point of the No Regrets manga was not to drool at lines on paper but... I am very much drooling at lines on paper. Furlan is so goddamn fine in the manga and I need to write for him.) 

(I also have a multi-chapter fic that I kinda want to drop though because I’ve run out of steam for it and nobody’s reading it anyway :/ it’s not Character x Character/Reader/OC or anything like that though, so I knew the reception would be lower but to be honest motivation to write it has not really been there so idk. Might orphan it. Feel kind of guilty because I know there were a few select people that were interested but I just... don’t really want to continue with it any more.) 

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Everything’s A Mess

A/N: So, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic based after the season 17 finale. It was just an idea my friend mentioned and I decided to write. I wouldn't actually want this to happen to be honest but... I hope you all enjoy! Let me know whether you want me to continue!

One month.

It had been a whole month since the wedding.

A whole month since he’d left the apartment... Left her.

Amelia still hadn't really processed what happened that day. It’s like she’s been on auto-pilot ever since. Everyday she gets up, gets Scout up, goes to work, comes back to an empty apartment, puts Scout to bed before going to sleep herself, ready to do it all again the next day.

After the wedding, Link had come back before she had the chance and packed a bag full of his things. He’d sent her a blunt text later that night to tell her that she and Scout should stay at the apartment since all of the baby’s things were there and that he’d crash elsewhere.

She couldn't let herself think about it too much. 

She couldn't let herself wonder where it all went wrong.

It was taking everything in her to stay sober and, she needed to be sober. She needed to be sober for her little boy. He was counting on her. He needed her. So, she didn't let herself stop moving long enough to think about it. 

Communication between the two was more or less non-existent at this point. They avoided each other in the corridors. Their usually identical schedules now opposites where they could help it. They only spoke if they had to while working on a case or during their Scout hand-offs. Even then, it was very limited. If she was being honest with herself, it hurt. This was once the person she told everything too, her darkest secrets and all. It hurt that they had seemed to lose all ability to talk to each other, like they didn't know how anymore.

She couldn't let herself feel it.

She didn't.

She didn't let herself feel any of it until she saw those two red lines.

When suddenly, in a matter of seconds, everything came crashing down around her.

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Six weeks had passed.

Six weeks since he walked away and left her on that beach.

Amelia had been sitting with the knowledge that she was pregnant for the last two weeks and she hadn't told a single soul. 

She was in denial that it was even happening.

She wasn't letting herself think about it.

Of course, that would be a lot easier if she was feeling normal. But, as she was forced to step out of an imaging room and throw her head over a medical waste bin in the hospital corridor, she was reminded of her situation once more.

“Amelia?” she heard her name from behind her and while she couldn't see who it was, she would recognise the voice anywhere.

“Are you okay?” Owen asked as he approached her, instinctively pulling her hair out of her face. His question was answered as she retched into the trash can. He rubbed a gentle hand in circles on her back as she emptied her stomach, throwing up the little food she’d manage to eat that morning.

When she was finished, Amelia lifted her head up slowly. She held herself up using her elbows, resting them on the plastic sides of the trash can as she looked at Owen. He was offering her a concerned smile, “You alright?”

Amelia nods gently, “Just, not feeling great.”

“Amelia, if you're sick then you should go home and rest.” he suggested, letting go of her hair as she straightened her back slowly. Honestly, that was the last thing she wanted to do; be alone with her thoughts.

“No, no, uhm,” her voice quietens as she tries to hold off the tears, “I’ll be fine.”

Owen, knowing Amelia well, sees right through it. Holding a hand against the small of her back, he begins guiding her down the corridor towards the on call room at the end of the hall. The moment the door was closed and they were alone, Amelia broke. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Her fear and heartbreak overwhelmed her as she sobbed, lowering herself onto the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. Her body shook as she cried, finding it hard to catch her breath. Owen hadn't seen Amelia like this since that night on the deck after Derek died. He quickly moved so he was sitting next to her, immediately wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her into him. Her hands continued to cover her eyes as she let herself feel everything she’d been shoving down for the last six weeks.

“Amelia, hey, what is going on?” Owen asks softly, holding her head against him. Amelia continues sobbing into his chest, attempting to catch her breath.

A few minutes pass before she had composed herself enough to be able to pull together an explanation, “He left. I screwed it up. We screwed it up. I told him I wasn't sure if I wanted to get married and he proposed anyway-” her voice breaks again, “We promised to check in with each other. He didn't and he proposed anyway and when I couldn't say anything, he left and now I’m pregnant and alone and all I want is for him to hold me and tell me everything’s going to be okay but that can't happen. He's not even talking to me unless it’s about Scout. We blew it.”

Owen tries to hide his shock, unsure whether she meant to tell him all that or if she just slipped up. He runs his hand up and down her back reassuringly, “You're...” he asks cautiously, looking for confirmation.

Amelia looks up at him with teary eyes, nodding as her bottom lip quivers, “I found out a couple of weeks ago.”

“Does he know?” Amelia takes a deep breath, “No. I haven't told anyone.”

Owen offers her a sympathetic look, “Have you decided what you want to do?”

“I made an appointment.” she confirms, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, “It’s in two weeks.”

“Which, I know isn't what he is going to want. I know even if he pretends he’s okay with it, he won't be. But, I can't think about that right now.”

Owen’s hand pauses on her back as he remembers back to a conversation they’d shared months ago. One where Amelia had confided in him about not wanting any more kids because she couldn't put that kind of pressure on herself. Amelia’s sniffles pulled Owen from his thoughts. 

“Amelia, I’ll be here for whatever you need. If you need a break, Teddy and I are always happy to take Scout. If you want me to come with you, I can do that. If you just need someone to confide in, I’m always here for you.” Owen offers. Amelia gives him a small smile of gratitude. “But... I do think you should tell Link. No matter what’s happened between the two of you, you love each other and I'm sure he would want to be there for you.”

Amelia wasn't sure that’s true anymore. If this had been a year ago, she knows Link would stand by her no matter what. She knows that he would've given her a speech about how he just wants her to be comfortable with her decision, no matter what it was. However, over the last few months, he’d become infatuated by the idea of a second kid despite her stand offish responses and so now, she's not so sure what kind of response she’d receive if she told him she was planning to get an abortion.

“Owen, please.” Amelia looks up at him, her teary and tired blue eyes making contact with his, “Please don't tell anyone, not even Teddy.”

“I promise, Amelia.” Owen smiles, reaching a hand across and placing it over hers, “I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“I do think you should tell Link, though.” 

Amelia sighs heavily, “I will. When I’m ready.”

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Letting Out All My Feelings About Leona's Extended Arc (The Rebel of the Wilderness and Break & Gosh)

I think I'm going to think hard and reflect on why Break & Gosh is way harder to write than Jonah Argentum's Declassified Boarding School Survival Guide.

I blame Leona for this.

(I'll be referring the canon plot as Heartslabyul Arc and Savanaclaw Arc while the fanfic adaptation as The Crimson Tyrant and The Rebel of the Wilderness)

Because this is long, I’ll be cutting it here.

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WHY FILLER ARC?

I guess we can start with why I write filler arc. In the beginning, it served as a bridge between two canon arcs and a way to even my chapter count so it can end at 5 and starts with 6, or end with 0 and start with 1. It actually helps me in editing.

The Crimson Tyrant has 20 episodes (the arc ended in chapter 35), so technically I don't need a filler Arc, but I need to write something to bridge it with The Rebel of the Wilderness, thus 5 episodes of JADBSSG was made.

The Rebel of the Wilderness has 22 episodes (ending in chapter 62), so I have to make 3 or 8 filler chapters to even everything out. That was the original plan. However, B&G ended up having 15 chapters. So, I could either add another 3 chapters or take away 2. Unfortunately, I can't. Which brings us to the next point. 

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THAT ONE OVERBLOT PROBLEM

I've complained many times how I dislike the pacing of The Rebel of the Wilderness and I have issues with Savanaclaw Arc, especially during the ending. I know some people think, especially after Scarabia Arc, that Ruggie should've been the one who overblotted. During the story, it was Ruggie who used magic the most, not Leona. But instead, it was Leona, who only used his magic once a time in the whole arc, who overblotted.

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Let's look at the other victim overusing their magic before their overblot:

Riddle: We've seen him using [Off With Your Head] a lot across three arcs (prologue, Heartslabyul, and Savanaclaw). We've seen him collared Grim, Ace, Deuce, and nearly all the entire students.

Azul: He made deals with more than 200 students in Octavinelle Arc alone, including MC themselves. And during his breakdown he overused his magic to steal all the student's power without his contract, implying that he extend his power even more.

Jamil: Counting how many times Kalim's mood swings went and how he hypnotized MC, Azul, and Scarabia students. While we don't see this much, but it's safe to say that Jamil overused his power too.

Can I also added that these three characters had been doing this for a long time, way before the canon story start?

As a bonus, let's look at Ruggie:

We were shown how the incidents happened, we knew how many victims, we saw the stampede, we saw Ruggie drank an amplifier to raised his magic. It's safe to say that Ruggie used his magic a lot.

Compare all four with Leona, who only uses his [King’s Roar] once in the whole arc. You can see how disappointed some fans are for the lack of magic usage.

You can argue that his power is a One Turn Kill type, but that would imply that he overused his magic in one turn. Leona, being one of the oldest students in the student roster, can't control his magic in one attack? Sounds unlikely.

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But, I remember I had a conversation with that negative emotion also causes overblot. And I agree with this. However, I added that negative emotion and overusing power go hand-in-hand.

Riddle anger at Ace's speech and protest of not following the rule. What happened after that was Riddle collating every Heartslabyul student.

Azul, who is frustrated when Leona ruined his contract, in a desperate measure, stole every power of the students there.

Jamil and his jealousy with Kalim and how kept holding back his true potential before breaking down and hypnotized everyone into his slave.

Leona had been frustrated with being compared to Farena and his failed plan to eliminate Diasomnia, leading him to unleash his unique magic for the first time.

Even Ruggie. He had the potential to fell into despair. Leona kept raising his hope that this Magishift might be his chance to go to the big league, only for that hope to be crushed when Leona gave up. If the creator wants, they could make Ruggie suddenly unleash his power and attacking everyone for being betrayed.

While, yes, I do feel Leona's negative emotions have stronger reasoning, but Ruggie also had a reason to fall into despair and had high usage of magic than Leona. He was the perfect candidate for overblot.

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Why am I explaining this thing that all of you probably had known? Because, during The Rebel of the Wilderness, I kept trying to slip in every little chance for Leona to use his unique magic. Which mean, The Rebel of the Wilderness has more battle scene than The Crimson Tyrant.

In the end, I managed to slip in [King's Roar] in four accidents:

The sudden sandstorm during the flight practice (not a battle scene)

Jonah vs Leona one-sided Magishift

The stampede

Pre-Overblot battle

This is still considered little compare to what Ruggie did offscreen, but this is enough for the reader to know at least Leona uses his magic before the big overblot battle.

I'm not done yet!

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EARN YOUR "HAPPY" ENDING

Once we're done with that overblot problem, we have to talk about the whole aftermath. Because this ending is the main reason we have pacing issues.

First, let's look at Heartslabyul Arc. After Riddle's overblot and Ace demanded a Revenge Unbirthday, Riddle was shown to be taken to the infirmary by Trey. A few days later, the Revenge Birthday Party happened.

See this? There's a small few days gap between the overblot incident and the finale for the kids to recover and to think about his action, even have time for Riddle making that salty tart.

Now let's see Savanaclaw Arc. After Leona overblot, Crowley wanted to disqualify Savanaclaw from the match, but the Victim Club requested to keep the team. The Magishift then happened, Yuu got hit with a disk, wine up in the infirmary, and met Cheka.

You see something? The ending of Savanaclaw Arc happened on the same day of the overblot sequence. Which means, these kids didn't get a chance to rest. Leona never had a chance to think about the action. Ruggie didn't get help for his scar from Leona's power. And overall you basically overworked these kids!

You can argue that these kids are tough, but are you also saying that it's okay for Ruggie, who was threatened to turn into sand, to not get help? For Leona to take a break after overbloting?

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Can I also add that Leona flashback felt so rushed? Let's see the others' overblot flashback:

Riddle's flashback has five scenes in between monologues (1-28):

His birthday

Him studying with his mother

Meeting Trey and Chenya

Little kids’ strawberry tart discussion

His mom got angry.

Azul's flashback has four scenes in between monologues (3-34):

Two bullying scenes

First meeting with Floyd and Jade

Azul revealing his unique magic for the first time.

Jamil has the most with six scenes and probably more if you count every Kalim’s appearance in there (4-36):

Jamil got scolded for denying Kalim's request

Jamil's parent telling him to purposely hold back

Kamil kept "winning" in a few scenes

Kalim being chosen as the Scarabia Prefect and Jamil discussing this with Crowley

Two scenes of Kalim trusting Jamil

As for Leona (2-27):

The servant talking behind his back

Leona and Farena's argument.

Two. Leona has two flashback scenes. Leona flashback has more "tell" than "show"! Not to mention, this flashback only happens half of the episode! The other half was the overblot aftermath when Crowley was about to disqualify Savanaclaw Team. Why are they holding back? Why they only give so little about Leona's childhood?

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THE REBEL OF THE WILDERNESS PACING ISSUE

Because of me trying to add more of Leona using the power and fixing the ending, The Rebel of the Wilderness experienced more changes in its structure. I kept on cutting chapter into two and adding battles in the middle of the plot, and, for those who read my adaptation, the ending of The Rebel of the Wilderness is completely different from Savanaclaw Arc. Compare to Savanaclaw Arc's happy ending, The Rebel of the Wilderness can be considered as a bad ending. Leona wasn't able to join in the Magishift because he was unconscious post-overblot, so he could only watch the match from TV/magic mirror. Ruggie, who was spared from disintegrating, lead the team but still lose. And this is the last time we see Jonah with both of his real hand. Also, instead of Cheka, Farena was the one who talked to Leona, and it ended up with both of them arguing. Overall, it was a downer ending.

Another reason why this was hard to adapt was that I kept messing around the scenes to make the plot flow better.

This is the order of event in Savanaclaw Arc:

Cafeteria incident with Ruggie stealing Grim's sandwich

Overblot + Magishift explanation

Prefect Meeting regarding Magishift + first incidents

The Ramshackle Ghost introducing to Grim on how to play Magishift

Crowley asking Grim and MC on investigating the incidents

Heartslabyul + Pomefiore interview

Visiting Trey + teaming up with Heartslbyul squad

Scouting Rook, the Leech twin, and Jack

Magishift mock battle versus Leona

Malleus' first introduction

Interviewing Jamil and Kalim

Ruggie chase

Teamed up with Jack

The stampede

Pre-overblot battle

Overblot battle + Leona's flashback

The Victim Club stopping Crowley from disqualifying Savanaclaw

Magishift battle

Cheka’s appearance in the infirmary

Grim eating more rock

Mickey’s appearance

And these are the exact scenes what happened in The Rebel of the Wilderness (also in JADBSSG and B&G):

Overblot + Magishift explanation (Chapter 36 & 39 of JADBSSG)

Prefect Meeting regarding Magishift + first incidents (the first chapter in The Rebel of the Wilderness)

Cafeteria incident with Ruggie stealing Grim's sandwich

Visiting Trey + teaming up with Heartslbyul squad

Crowley asking Grim and MC on investigating the incidents

Heartslabyul + Pomefiore interview

Scouting Rook, the Leech twin, and Jack

Magishift mock battle vs Leona

Malleus' first introduction

Interviewing Jamil and Kalim

Ruggie chase

Teamed up with Jack

The Victim Club stopping Crowley from disqualifying Savanaclaw

The stampede

Pre-overblot battle

Overblot battle + Leona's flashback

Cheka’s appearance in the infirmary (last chapter in The Rebel of the Wilderness)

Mickey’s appearance (Chapter 64 of B&G)

Grim eating more rock (Chapter 67 of B&G)

The Ramshackle Ghost introducing to Grim on how to play Magishift (CHapter 74 chapter of B&G)

Magishift battle (last chapter in B&G)

This also doesn't count the small changes in them, like how the Magishift mock battle happened or Farena's appearance.

However, with me changing these scene order, plus the built-up relationship in previous chapters, many reasoning that happened in this Arc change from canon:

Crowley's explanation about the overblot came way earlier than canon because I feel like this is a very important thing so he could delay from telling them. We don't know how long between Heartslabyul Arc and Savanaclaw Arc, but I assume it was weeks after the Heartslabyul Finale. What's the delay Crowley

Instead of hearing this from Crowley, Jonah hears about the Magishift from Riddle to further their relationship post-oveblot. Not only that, here Jonah was invited to the Prefect Meeting unlike in the canon.

Speaking of Prefect Meeting, I have two instead of one. The first one to establish Jonah equal position as Prefect with the others and to set up of Azul being the Magishift head committee, while the second went just like canon but with Jonah/MC attending that.

In Savanaclaw Arc, Crowley asked the MC to investigate. MC and Grim interviewed the Heartslabyul and Pomefiore victims first before hearing that Trey got injured and teamed up with the Heartslabyul squad. However, in the fanfic adaptation, Jonah and Grim heard about Trey's fall first then meeting Crowley about the investigation along with Riddle. By switching these, it felt like Riddle was the one having the idea to do the investigation instead if Crowley thrusting the responsibility to MC. I just want to show how Riddle had grown into a more caring good friend since he's taking the matter more personally as Trey's childhood friend first before his prefect responsibilities.

Not technically a change in scene orders, but because Jonah has a closer relationship to the Octavinelle Trio rather than the MC, the way the trio acts here were different from canon. Most notably, was the Azul declined to help Leona, forcing Leona to use his Unique Magic to caused confusion in the parade and letting Ruggie control fewer people without an amplifier.

The appearance of the Victim Club to Crowley happened off-screen but presented in a flashback instead of at the end of the Overblot battle because you know how much changes happen beyond that.

Both the Magishift practice and the actual match happens in the filler Arc instead of in the main arc, mostly because I want this to happen when everything is more stable between Leona and Jonah.

So many reasoning, but all of them are connected to Break & Gosh

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WHEN YOU REALIZED YOUR FILLER ARC IS NOT TECHNICALLY A FILLER

According to TV Trope (my source of knowledge), filler episodes are entries in a generally continuous serial that are unrelated to the main plot, don't significantly alter the relations between the characters, and generally serve only to take up space. This could be considered Padding (the addition of scenes to lengthen a story) applied to a whole franchise by creating a brand new episode.

I call JADBSSG and B&G as 'filler arc' is because it's original from me to fill the time gap between the main arc for a reasonable pace. However, I also realized that nearly all of my filler episodes have some purpose for the plot with important plot points that it's impossible to take them out.

This includes:

Overblot explanation (36)

Magishift explanation (39)

Monstro Lounge's 'Sunday Supreme' program (40)

Jonah's new arm (63-64)

Jonah's inability to drink potions (63)

Jonah's birthday (70)

An explanation for Ruggie's loyalty (65)

Leona's therapy (72-73)

Leona's past (72-73)

Ruggie's past (65, 73)

Magic System explanation (75)

Magishift gameplay (74)

Hints about whatever Crowley had been doing with the overblot news (65, 66, 74)

Ramshackle lore (74)

Disney movies dreams (64, 66)

Not only that, some filler episode Mark's the first time characters ever interact with each other:

Jonah and Epel (38)

The Board Game Club (37, 69, 70)

Ace-Deuce and Silver-Lilia (63)

Lilia with the Golden Trio (63, 67)

Heartslabyul and Octavinelle (75, 76)

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However, this is even harder during B&G rather than JADBSSG and not only because B&G is trice the length of JADBSSG.

In JADBSSG, while it may be just a collection of one-shots, but there are some chapters that are connected with each other, which are 37, 39, and 40. Meanwhile, chapter 36 and 38 can stand on their own. So, I can actually change those two chapters in whatever order I can or even slip it in between the three-chapters, but I can't rearrange those three main.

However, you can't do this with B&G. You can't take away a chapter in B&G without making it awkward in the flow. Each chapter in B&G is connected in that certain order. You can't have Leona's Therapy (72-73) at the beginning of the Arc, because we need to address the Overblot aftermath damage (63-66) The Halloween chapters (67-71) can't happen after the Magishift Rematch (74-77), because we need Jonah and Leona to mend their relationship first in the therapy. You see, what I mean?

Heck, I can even consider B&G is part of The Rebel of the Wilderness because we haven't got that therapy and Magishift match until the end of the filler arc.

But in the end, I can't delete both filler arc because both of them have important plot points that will affect the main arc.

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END OF RAMBLING

Writing Break & Gosh was an experience. It was my first time writing sports scenes, but you can also call this the first time writing a full-fledge Arc. I'm still salty about my update schedule and how I kept changing the arc length, but it was certainly something. And despite all my rambling and nitpicking, I still like Break & Gosh.

The next filler arc is probably more lighthearted than Break & Gosh, probably in the same tone as Jonah Argentum's Declassified Boarding School Survival Guide, since it will be a Christmas special but also mark the point where I fully diverge in canon (related to Scarabia Arc, Happy Beans Day, and Fairy Gala). The Merchant of the Deep Sea will be the last time I'll follow canon in terms of the timeline.

I also want to say thank you to all who still sticking around after that mess of an arc. I tried my best to give Leona the therapy he deserved, but I'm still not sure whether I succeed or not. I'll let you decide whether this is a good arc or not.

Also while you at it, with filler arc you like better? Jonah Argentum's Declassified Boarding School Survival Guide or Break & Gosh? And which episode from the arc you like the best?

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Of Dust and Ashes (Chapter 24)

Welcome! Happy Friday! Kit does in fact Live! Who knew, right? I got the cold of death this week and I swear to GOD I’ve been asleep more than awake. But those who have been keeping up with the family bullshit that has knocked this to biweekly updates and killed my will to write- Cora’s getting a 504 plan so she’s promised the same accommodations she’s getting now from the teacher in the following years. WooHoo! Still some kinks to work out but I *hope* to be writing enough to get this back to weekly updates by the end of March. 

Clint x ofc, Series rating: M, Series warnings: Pretty much every Trigger warning that can exist is in this series at some point.

Masterlist 

Feed me coffee

Chapter warnings: None

Chapter 24: Going Up

The cold nipped at her cheeks and nose. The heavy coat she wore had belonged to Laura and was two sizes too big, at least. Clint had told her Laura had gotten it while she was pregnant with one of the kids. It smelled like the house and nothing more, a fact for which Deanna was beyond thankful for.  

A bitter cold snap had rolled through the area and while Clint had no trouble at all keeping the farmhouse, greenhouse shed and chicken coop warm enough, it did put a damper on their plans. She had made it clear to Clint on the fourth day that she wasn’t prepared to be a mother again. They needed to at least attempt to retrieve Elsa’s mother.  

Because of her unwillingness to wait out the cold spell, Clint made damn sure she wouldn’t suffer from exposure. Strapped to her back, under the heavy coat was Elsa. Her body heat combined with the protection of the coat assured them that the small body would be warm enough.  

Clint had driven them a good ways, circling the city in the distance. He assured her that the paths they were taking would keep them out of sight of any scouts. In truth, he hadn't expected them to have any scouts but it was better to be safe than sorry. Finally, when he had picked a way in, he parked the truck off the road and wedged it under a large pine. The sagging branches helped hide it but there wasn’t much that could be done about the tracks themselves. Trust trotted along, keeping pace at their heels, unconcerned with the cold.  

It was early in the morning, the sun had only began to rise as they started walking. They hiked through the snow for what felt like a lifetime. Clint lead the way and she fallowed in a half asleep daze. There was no sign of another person as far as she could see.

The city loomed in the distance, growing larger with each passing hour. They walked by moonlight alone. Clint didn’t want to use a flashlight and while she understood, Dee didn’t exactly have her feet under her. She wasn’t used to traversing more than her home in the dark. Snow and ice crunched under their feet as Clint guided them along animal trails.

When he reached out and squeezed her glove covered hand with his own, it reassured her. He didn’t expect her to know everything or to be battle ready. He was kind and patient with her even as he urged her forward at a grueling pace.

They walked toward a large building, the largest on the outskirts of the city. She knew what was in store for her, but Dee wasn’t even remotely excited about it.  

The glass windows were broken in on the ground floor and many on the second had been shattered as well. They carefully made their way inside. Clint carried the dog over the sea of broken glass, whispering to himself about having to find or make booties for the pooch to protect his feet in the future. Such care was enduring to Dee. He took such good care of them. She couldn't imagine a life in this new world without him.

“How far up are we going?” Deanna asked. Clint pulled open the door to the stairwell, finally clicking on his flashlight.  

“All the way. I want on the roof.”

She watched as he worked. It was fascinating, the things he looked for to assure their safety. He checked things she didn’t even think of. like dust on the ground or types of trash. As he worked, he whispered a play by play of what he was looking for. He taught her with the hopes that if she ever had to do this alone, she could.  

The flashlight illuminated the landing where undisturbed dust had settled. He shone it under the stairs, checking that no one was hiding out before shining the light up the stairs. Only when he was sure that everything he could see had been untouched for a while, did he start them up the stairs.  

“Never treat a stairwell as the only way up or down.” He whispered as they started on the stairwell leading up to the third floor. “Most of the time there is at least one more stairwell at the other side of the building. If it’s in a corner- you can almost count on there being three more- one in each corner.”

She’d never thought about that. There were so many things she had never even thought of. The thought plagued her. Even if she hadn’t hurt her ankle that day, how long would she have really survived? Would she have embraced a group like this, learned to look the other way to protect herself? Would she have been taken captive by one? Would she have tried to fight back only to end up dead on the side of the road?

How many people were killed by groups like this? She knew what was left of the Avengers team, fractured as they were, were working to restore something resembling order to the east coast. Clint had told her how their hold had spread farther and farther west but until proper order was restored, this was life for who knows how many people.

It was hard not to think about the state of things when all she had to do was climb stair after stair. Her legs burned. She wasn’t in any shape for this, though she expected to be in much more pain than she was in. Her body had become stronger over the last four months and she largely hadn’t noticed it.  

“Has there been any word for New York?” She whiskered, growing tired of listening only to the sound of their boot falls and her racing thoughts. As they reached the fifth floor, they began to feel safer in their solitude. No one was around.  

No one stirred, not even a mouse.

“They’ve located the VP a while ago. He’s something resembling stable now.”

“Stable?”

Clint shrugged. “The decimation- it was hard on everyone. He lost a lot of his friends, parts of his family. For a while it wasn’t looking like he could lead the country.”

“I guess he’s President now?”

“Yep. Rhodes is pretty much in charge of the air force for now. Not sure if he’ll stay in that position as they fill the ranks. Probably, anyway. They’ve put a call on the AM radio stations for any and all military personnel to make their way east. It’s hard to say how many will show up. I guess it’s been a small trickle.”

“That’s good though, right?”  

“Yeah.” Silence spanned for a few moments, broken only by the sound of their boots. “I’m not going though. I told them, I can’t. I won’t.”

“It’s good though, that things are getting figured out. Maybe soon people like King Jacob won’t be a problem anymore.”  

“People like King Jacob and his band of thugs will always be a problem. Always have and always will be.”

It felt like a lifetime before they reached the roof. They stopped, feeding the baby a few floors from the top. She was young enough that being settled close to Dee’s skin was enough to keep her quite. Little Elsa was staying warm and spent much of her time sleeping. When she was awake, Dee hiked her higher on her back and used the hood to shield the small head, allowing hr to look around some. The baby likely mostly had a view of hair, though. It was the thought that counted, right?

As Clint looked over the edge of the roof, Dee sat near the door and played with little Elsa. It was better to see to the child now, while she could than have the baby want attention or need a feeding while they were in a dangerous spot. There wasn’t much she could do to control the timing of a soiled diaper beyond pray that it didn’t make her cry when they needed her silent.  

“Let’s go.”  

Dee must have dozed off with the baby in her arms. Clint’s voice startled her awake. Golden morning sun shone out over them. It wasn’t by much but they didn’t leave in the ‘early morning’ like Clint had said. Just because the clock read ‘AM’ didn't make it ‘morning’ but she hadn’t argued about it. Still, half past two was ‘early morning’ in Clint’s book. It had to be something close to six or so, now.  

Just as everything that goes up must come down, they had to walk down the stairs- one flight at a time. They went faster down, having gravity on their side. Still, she never wanted to look at another stair again in her life. Ever. Clint was going to have to carry her up the stairs of the farmhouse if he wanted her to go back inside it.  

Assuming they both survived.  

She followed him, staying close on his heels as they moved through city streets. Clint didn’t tell her much about the path they took beyond that it was safe. Or rather, pretty safe but that was as safe as anything got when they were off his property. That had to be good enough.  

For a few hours, they trucked through snow as they worked their way deeper into the city using alley ways and working to remain hidden. The sun hung low in the sky still, providing long shadows for them to move through. Still, it was impossible to ignore the way her anxiety climbed right along with the sun.  

She could almost taste the relief when they slipped inside the building Clint had picked out. It was sweeter than any candy she had had. Still, Clint moved them into the building slowly. He thoroughly checked the ground floor, ensuring it was empty before leading them up the first flight of stairs.  

This building was taller than the prior, which was why Clint had picked it. Each flight of stairs was harder than the last to climb and after four flights, it became clear that she needed a break.  

Clint ordered her to wait in the stairwell, of the fifth flight as he checked the floor. She agreed willingly, causing him to worry. They worked little Elsa out of her jacket and made her a bottle of formula. It wouldn’t be warm like it should have been but the water was at body temperature at least, having been stored in an internal side pocket of her coat.  

Once they were settled, Clint started on checking the floor for any sign of use. Some windows were cracked but most were intact, keeping the bitter wind out. Fine dust covered the ground, far more dust than would be expected for how long the building had sat empty.  

He knew what that dust was. People who had been here and been lost. People he had failed. It was a toxic thought and he worked to push it away. Now wasn’t the time to think of the people that the heroes of the world had failed that summer.  

Right now, what mattered most was that he didn’t fail to protect Dee. What mattered was that he did everything within reason to protect Elsa and reunite her with her mother. What mattered was that those who were taking advantage of others were punished.  

He couldn’t find any sign of human life on the floor. Sure, rat activity seemed to be present but he expected that. Rats would be a problem in any city right now. Once he was satisfied that the floor was empty, he set to work barricading the other stairwell doors.  

They would rest. They needed to rest and eat but he would only allow them to do so once he was certain that there was no way to get on or off this floor without him knowing. Only when he was satisfied did he go back to Dee.  

Wordlessly, he ushered her out of the stairwell and into the floor. It was filled with cubicles and desks. The black screens of computers taunted her with the memory of what had been. Dust floated up around their feet as they walked. Clint lead the way to a small office, probably having belonged to the floor manager. The door was closed but the walls were lined with glass windows, giving it a view of the whole floor.  

Inside, there was very little dust. The dust in that office was light and lacked that oddly oily nature that the dust created out of people by the decimation had. When it happened, the room had been empty and the door closed. It was clean.

Dee sat on the floor and set baby Elsa down next to her. As she laid next to the baby, her back popped in places. It felt so good to be off her feet, to have the weight and strain off her legs. Trust laid down next to Elsa, keeping his side touching the small baby, providing her warmth.

Clint left the door to the office open as he sat on the floor next to them. The backpack he carried was large and heavy. It felt amazing to have the weight off his back. Soon, soon they would be in place and he wouldn’t have to keep carrying it for much longer.  

He planned to let them rest for the next hour or two. It wasn’t nearly as much rest as he knew Dee needed but it was as also far more than he wanted to give them. Opening the backpack, he set to work unpacking it. He set a foam bowl out and filled it with water for Trust. The dog had largely been eating mouth fulls of snow as they walked but was eager to get a proper drink anyway.  

On a paper plate, he dumped a can of wet dog food. That excited Trust. With the dog taken care of, he grabbed up the baby and gave her a change. She’d drank most of the bottle that Dee had given her and was now more than content to eat her toes for a while.  

“Is that safe?” Dee asked as he set out a small propane burner designed for camping and lit it.  

“Yes and no.” He answered, setting a small metal pot on and popping open one of their cans of stew and dumping it inside. “You normally use them outside, the fumes build up and are toxic. But the floor is open, the door is open and we won’t be allowing it to burn long enough to put us in danger. The exposure is worth having a hot meal.”

He was right, the meal did much more to help her recover her strength than she had expected. There was still the throbbing ache in her legs and back but she felt significantly less like death. The idea of walking up the rest of the stairs however was still something she had no interest in doing.  

After eating his share, Clint pulled himself to his feet and Dee audibly groaned. “Don’t worry Babe, you don’t have to get up yet.”

“Oh thank god.” Dramatics were on full force as she made a show of sighing and relaxing against the wall. Before, she’d never liked dramatics. She felt that they were pointless and a waste of time but somehow, with him, they felt natural and she often didn’t even realize she was doing it until later. “What are you doing?”

“Checking to see what we can see from here.”

“What if someone sees you?”

“We’re too high for most people to see us unless they are looking from another building.”

“And they could be.”

“But unlikely. This lot seems not inclined to climb stairs. No one’s been in this one or the last building. Seems safe enough to assume they likely are not high in the others.”

“Safe enough?” She mocked.

Clint rolled his eyes and made his way toward the windows. While he felt reasonably sure enough of his calculation that he wouldn’t be seen, he wasn’t going to dance naked in front of a window either. “There’s going to be a glare on the glass from the sun anyway. It’ll be hard for anyone to really look for long enough to notice movement.”

“If you say so.”

He did say so. Again and again he told himself that as he peeked down through the glass. Ever calm and sure of himself on the exterior, Dee would never guess that there was a steady river of anxiety running through him.  

He knew she was right. It was dangerous to approach the window. It put him in the  open. He could be spotted. He could be shot. But there was always a risk. He had to weigh that risk against the benefit of information. Right now, he needed information to keep them alive.  

He hadn’t told Dee, but he had caught sight of movement in some buildings as they had made their way to this building. There was only so much he could do to keep them in the shadows but there was a chance that King Jacob’s gang knew that there were outsiders in the town.  

If they were lucky, no one thought anything if a couple walking through the shadows. Should he have told Dee? His mind was at war over it. It wouldn’t do any good to stress her out, to raise her anxiety levels even higher, right? But there was a part of him that knew she couldn’t be prepared to defend herself if she didn’t know there was an additional threat.  

He shook his head and pushed the thoughts away. It was important to focus right now. The binoculars were wedged in his pocket and he had to work a bit to get them out. Even as he worked them free, he kept his eyes trained on the buildings across. There was no movement in them that he could see.  

With the binoculars, he was able to take a closer look. There were clear paths through the snow that gave way what roads were most trafficked. Other roads were untouched by human footprints and mainly filled with animal tracks. People moved down below.

They were dirty people. Some were clearly injured. Most were not dressed for the unusual cold. Small groups gathered around trashcan fires, warming fingers. There was a consistent lack of women and younger children.  

Everyone he could see looked tired, thin and ragged. They were not weathering the winter well. Turning his eyes toward the city center park, it was clear where King Jacob set himself up. There was a stage built and things hanging from rafters.  

Bodies. There were bodies swinging in the wind. One had to be no older than 14.  

King Jacob needed to die.  

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[thewritingcaddy]

My Answers to the WIP Ask Meme

Original meme here

1: Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.

A group of Ghosthunters confront a hidden government.

2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.

“Because you’ve been shrieking about it for the last ten minutes!” Their mother interrupted.

3: Does your WIP have a title? If so, explain its significance. If not, what are you calling it for now?

Not yet. I’m calling it Haunted Towers for now.

4: Describe the setting of your WIP.

1990s Britain. Set in the Cardiff-Newport area of South Wales.

5: Search for the word “knife” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

-

6: Search for the word “dream” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

"Debt for years and another three or four years of graft and you too can have the high-flying career of your dreams," Becky narrowly avoided a red light.

A teenage Siobhan is talking to a Sixth Former about A Levels and University. 

7: What are you most proud of?

Having anything at all in the way of work on this WIP. My fibromyalgia has hit me like a truck and I can’t believe my writing didn’t get sidelined. I fight really hard for it though. I was determined not to give it up because of fibromyalgia.

8: What is your biggest challenge?

Personally, the fibro, but I also struggle with depression and that obviously affects motivation, self-esteem and anxiety. The thing that suffers the most is my writing, because that is the thing I love the most, and that’s what depression seems to do.

From a writing angle, though, with this particular project, I want to write an ensemble cast, but I’m sure how that will work. I’ve never written an ensemble cast before, and the only time I can recall seeing it done was in Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, where it was done really, really well.

9: How would you describe your writing style?

My writing is fairly simple, I think. My worlds and characters are quite well-developed. My weakpoint is plot. I’m not a writer of stunning prose or anything. Other than not being super literary-fiction-ish, I don’t really know what my style is.

10: How would you describe your WIP’s narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)

Ensemble cast, multiple POV, leaning on 3rd person at the moment, but I want to try out 1st, just to see. I want to keep all the POVs in one or the other and not mix them, but that does sometimes work, so maybe I should try it?

11: Which character do you have the most in common with?

Ember or Siobhan I think. Some elements of Anna.

12: Which character do you have the least in common with?

Millie.

13: Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?

Well, they are a team, and they are trained to work as a team in dangerous situations, so on a survival front, they would whip that island into shape! They’d swing instantly into action, gathering resources, building shelter, scouting out potential risks… They’d get along ok with each other too. They are also good at keeping calm, and not panicking and fucking everything up. The issues would come when they miss home, and when the introverts need a break from the extroverts, and when the extroverts need more fun and people around. Also, Siobhan and Liv are not normally on jobs with them. Siobhan is their headset voice, and Liv is their manager at the office. So with Siobh and Liv stranded with them, the whole dynamic would change, and most of the team don’t know Liv that well. They’d also really, really miss Siobh’s outside view of everything and their sensible headset voice! Although she would be there, she wouldn’t have the more expansive viewpoint to guide them with. If Siobhan wasn’t there, it would come down to can she access their surroundings to guide them, does her tech work, and can they still communicate? If they didn’t have access to Siobhan one way or the other there would be panic. She is their steersman! They need her more than they know.

14: Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?

I’ve always done this for my characters, but not for this cast, for some reason.

15: Do you know your characters’ MBTI personalities?

No. I can’t do that 7 or 8 times. 

16: What would your characters be for Halloween?

Siobhan: A genie

Liv: When Liv is male he would go as an elf. When female she would go as a sort of candypop character. Like candy pastels and fun. Somewhere along the lines of Strawberry Shortcake in cuteness, but really modern, with candy pastels.

Millie: A ghost bride

Astro: A ghost

Neve: A witch

Anna: A vampire

Katie: An alien, especially E.T

Ember: A werewolf

17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?

Friendship and betrayal are huge in Haunted Towers. And the general aesthetic of British 90s as a motif.

18: What’s easier, dialogue or description?

I enjoy writing prose more than dialogue.

19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

20: Post a brief excerpt.

Alone in her car, Siobhan turned her CD player up. The music was older than her. Something her Dad had loved before she was born. She knew she shouldn’t be listening to it. Her mother, her friends and even her little sister had complained that she was holding on and making herself depressed. But Siobhan didn’t care. She wanted her dad, and since she couldn’t have him, then she would have this. She’d switch it to something more upbeat as she got near the office. There was that one set of traffic lights that always took forever. She’d use that as her cue to listen to her own, current stuff. By the time she got to work she’d be fine and no one would ever know. 

[veridium]

Veridium-Bye Fanfiction Master Post

Hello, lovelies - ‘tis, I, Veri!

I thought it might be high time to create another one of these, since my fanfiction has more than doubled since the last time it was all collected into a master post. Plus, for the first time, I have multiple OCs and ships to account for! Exciting times indeed. So, without further adieu, here is your comprehensive guide to my fanfiction, organized by OC + their ship!

Inquisitor Theia Sofia Trevelyan: Mage, Knight Enchanter

Ice In Her Blood: The Inquisitor Theia Trevelyan Saga - ONGOING

Theia’s story as Inquisitor, ongoing (currently on Chapter 38 out of 50(?). Focuses heavily on her romance with Josephine Montilyet, and her balancing of her radical Mage politics and her responsibilities as Inquisitor. Warning: NSFW for explicit sexual content!

A Kiss Goodbye (Ficlet)

A small, sweet snapshot of Theia’s and Josephine’s dynamic before the Inquisitor sets off on another expedition. Done for a inbox prompt. 100% good, honest fluff. 

Pull Me Under (Ficlet)

A ficlet depicting an intimate moment between Theia and Josephine after the Ambassador treats her love to a relaxing bath time. Warning: NSFW for references to nudity. 

Cold Feet (Ficlet)

A conversation between Seeker Pentaghast and Inquisitor Trevelyan over Mage politics, and how Theia came to understand her powers. A lighthearted, though meaningful conversation between two women which speaks to their budding close friendship.

The Sickly Branch (Bonus Chapter)

A extra episodic tale wherein Theia must return to her childhood home in the Free Marches to honor the death of her Mother, whom she had a tortuous relationship with. Her conflicts with her family members, all the while having Josephine at her side through it all, causes some Jane Austen-esque discord. A long, but entertaining and clever read.

Olivia Sinclair: Survivor of the Mage Rebellion, Temptress, and Apothecary Scholar to the Inquisition

*Olivia is first introduced as a character in Theia’s story in Chapter 16 of Ice in Her Blood, and most all of her independent fics recount her romance with Cassandra. 

A Wedding At Skyhold (Ficlet)

A wedding between two Scouts of the Inquisition gives Skyhold an excuse to celebrate a lighthearted event for a change. All of the Inquisition allies bare witness to some truly remarkable developments: for one, Cassandra Pentaghast of all people, pining for the attention of a happy-go-lucky Mage and best friend to the Inquisitor. 

The Seeker and the Black Dove

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast has lived a life of discipline, control, and honor. Lady Olivia Sinclair has lived one of intrigue, adventure, and terror. One has built a wall of stoicism, the other of sweetness. Out of all possible outcomes to their friendship, no one could foresee such an unlikely attraction. This is the story of how the woman who would become known as the Black Dove of Orlais captured the heart of one of the most fearsome women in all of Thedas. Warning: NSFW for explicit sexual content!

Spoonful of Midnight (Ficlet)

A sweet moment in the early budding friendship between Olivia and Cassandra as she brings the Seeker a late serving of supper after a long workday. The two swap stories and ambitions in their own respective occupations, and learn a bit more about what makes the other tick. A fluffy, endearing exchange. 

Luminous (Ficlet)

Olivia comes rushing to Cassandra’s quarters as the evening draws to a close, wishing to show her an exciting new development in one of her Apothecary experiments. What follows is a sickly-sweet, sparkling exchange (literally).

An Unforgiving Night 

A six-chapter saga delving into the complicated politics of Olivia’s and Cassandra’s relationship, with one being a Mage survivor of the Rebellion, and the other a lifelong, loyal servant to the Chantry. An mixture of angst and fluff, with a touch of drama. Olivia grows into her own persona whist remaining true to her convictions, and Cassandra learns that it’s alright to evolve in her virtues as long as she does it for the right reasons -- but not before some intense, good ol’ fashioned violence happens.

Insult to Injury (Ficlet)

Olivia is wounded during a skirmish in the Exalted Plains, compelling her lover, Cassandra, to nearly make an entire hillside level in order to come to her aid. A sweet, fluffy scene, wherein Olivia gets doted on and Cassandra reckons with just how scary she can be when her woman is threatened. 

Marry Me (Ficlet)

The morning after a reunion has Seeker Pentaghast boldly requesting something Olivia wouldn't expect, and suddenly pillow talk becomes a whole lot more interesting.

Naomi Ambrosia: Survivor of the Mage Rebellion, One of the Chief Healers in the Inquisition

*Naomi is introduced as a character in Ch. 36 of Ice in Her Blood, thus her independent fics mainly center her love story with Lace Harding, and exploring her backstory a bit. 

Beautiful Demons - ONGOING

Scout Lace Harding returns to Skyhold to see an figure of her life back home in the Hinterlands alive and well, and it's not exactly casual tidings. Naomi, a former Circle Mage, turned Rogue of the Mage Rebellion, and now a Inquisition Healer on parole for her sensitivity to demonic influence, finds herself on the precipice of change in her life: does she grab life by the shirt collar and live it while she can, or does she hold herself separate from its tumult to protect herself and those around her?

Veronica Crespin: Survivor of the Mage Rebellion, Murderous Criminal known in Fereldan as “The Crimson Cutter,” turned spy and assassin for the Inquisition

*Veronica is introduced as a character in Chapter 26 of Ice in Her Blood, and thus her independent fics center her love story with Krem, and exploring her backstory. 

Crimson Hands - ONGOING

Veronica Crespin hasn't joined the Inquisition with the cleanest of reputations. A former renegade assassin and famed Denerim murderer who was cursed as the "Crimson Cutter" by most everyone in Fereldan, her friendship with the beloved Inquisitor seems the be her only saving grace. But, when she comes across the one man who doesn't fear her blades both strapped to her hip and on her tongue, surprises abound Skyhold. All bets are off as the bond between a Tevinter mercenary and a Fereldan femme fatale slowly boils over.

I will update this list occasionally or post a new one when I feel it to be necessary! Thank you to everyone who has encouraged my writing, who read my chapters and give commentary, or who just simply exist. Ya’ll are my fuel and I love sharing my writing with you. Love and Light!

[azvolrien]

Anchored Tempest - Chapter One

New story time! This is one that I’ve been thinking about for a while, so I’m pretty excited to start getting it out of my brain and into the word processor. The title will make more sense with later instalments.

Part One: In which Una and Star are given a job to do.

~~~

           Dear Mam and Tad,

           I’m sorry it’s been so long since my last letter; a lot’s been going on here, and between everything I’ve had to do I’ve hardly had time to sit down and write.

           First, six more of the eggs hatched! That brings the dragon population up to fifty-three, and the little ones are a handful; even with human helpers, their fathers (Red Clouds, Grim, Long Reeds, Falcon, Shiver and Echo Song) are kept busy looking after them. Baby dragons, it turns out, can and will get into everything if you don’t keep an eye on them. They don’t have proper names yet; Star tells me that that’s something that sort of develops by itself, and the babies aren’t old enough to tell anyone yet. She and I aren’t directly involved in the childcare, but we’ve been roped in to gathering food for them and herding the karnax closer to the village.

           Which brings me to the second big event to write about: after much, much, much discussion in the council eyrie, talking round and round in circles and bringing up examples and records from centuries back, the Balaurin have come to an important decision:

           Journey’s End is to be evacuated. No, that’s the wrong word, makes it sound like there’s something to escape. Abandoned.  

           Big step, isn’t it? Especially with new hatchlings. But after the altercation (‘battle’ feels like giving them too much credit) with the Sea People in Stormhaven, it was pretty obvious that the Balaurin’s continued existence wasn’t a secret any more, and they could either rejoin the rest of the world on their own terms or wait for it to come to them whether they were ready or not. A couple of emissaries from the Empire – with a whole train of guides and porters, needless to say – have already made the trek up here. The Balaurin won’t be joining up as a province or client state of the Empire, but the Emperor’s not stupid and wants to stay friendly with a force that can reduce a Sea People armada to ashes in minutes, however small the population is.

          All of the dragonbound pairs and a few of the riderless dragons have been out scouting for a new base, somewhere less isolated. Reclaiming the old capital – Eyrie Spire, that is – was ruled out, as it’s too big and nobody’s keen on living that close to Devourer’s Fall, but there are loads of abandoned Balaurin installations all along the mountains, and after checking over what feels like a hundred different possibilities, it’s been decided to move everyone to a site at the western end of the range, far enough east of the Sea Loch Country not to worry the Imperial authorities in Duncraig but close enough to make trading and travelling much, much easier; Shoreen and the other councillors have already put out some feelers with those emissaries about rebuilding some of the old trade routes from the days of the Balaurin Empire. Getting the new place liveable again after however many years it’s been left to the wind will be a lot of work, but once we’re all settled there I hope Star and I can visit you at home much more often.

           I hope everyone in Stormhaven is doing well too. Say hi to Calburn, Rhona, Ari, Alwen and everyone else for me; with any luck we’ll at least be able to make it down for the Midwinter festivities, even if we can’t stay for long.

           Lots of love,

           Una (and Star!)

           Una put the pen back in its stand and waited for the ink to dry, before folding the letter and sealing it into an envelope. Bright Star in the High Cold Dark glanced up from where she curled in her nest, made a soft krooo-ing sound, and returned her attention to her nap. Star loved her rider dearly, but even with their deep empathic bond did not fully understand the point of such things as ‘writing letters’. Una picked up the letter and left their eyrie.

           Between caring for the new hatchlings and preparing for the move to the new village to the west, Journey’s End was far busier than usual. Dragons waited in harness as humans loaded supplies and other belongings into nets and panniers; carpenters carefully dismantled furniture and packed it away, ready to be reassembled in their new home. Echo Song herded his new daughter back into the nursery eyrie, where Falcon and Red Clouds brooded over the other new hatchlings with the help of the human assistants; father dragons, it seemed, were very big on cooperative child-rearing. Below the great stone half-bowl of the village, a vast herd of the giant goat-like beasts known as karnax waited rather nervously as their herders mixed a sleeping potion in a large cauldron; the plan was to sedate the karnax and carry them in dragon-harnesses rather than herd them through the mountains on the ground, at constant risk from bears, snow leopards and other predators.

           Una nodded to one of the carpenters – everything she and Star had that couldn’t be left behind was already packed – and climbed the steps to the eyrie of Star’s father. Jarak, Shoreen’s husband and another dragonbound, glanced up from painstakingly stacking books into a carrying case.

           “Afternoon, Una,” he said, looking back at the cover of a particularly ancient-looking tome, its karnax-leather cover worn and the edges of its pages flaking. “Need something?”

           “Is Ripper here? I was going to ask if he could do a letter drop for me.” Una waved the envelope by means of explanation. Yawning Chasm Ripped in the Fabric of the Sky was the biggest and oldest of the male dragons, and had the power to open portals of almost any size over hundreds of miles.

           “He’s out hunting, but I’ll have him send it for you when he gets back,” said Jarak, taking the letter. “You want it sent to the Stormhaven drop point, I take it?”

           “Yes, it’s for my parents.”

           “It should be easier for you to visit them from the new village.”

           “I know, I’ve said that in the letter.” Una paused. “There was one thing I didn’t tell them…”

           Jarak raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

           “Welllll…” Una rolled up her sleeves and held out her arms. “Should I be worried about these?”

           “Ah.” Jarak leant forwards to inspect the hard, coin-sized, blue-grey scales that had formed along the outsides of Una’s forearms, from the backs of her wrists almost to her elbows. The colour made an odd contrast to her otherwise brown skin and red hair. “No. No, you shouldn’t be worried about those. You’ve been bonded with Star for… how long, now?”

           “Two and a half years, almost.”

           “It’s quite normal for a dragonbound. The draconic blood-bond has a few… physical side-effects on the human partner that show up after the first couple of years. Nothing too extreme – you won’t be sprouting wings or a tail – but… yes, a few scales is the usual effect, maybe a slight sharpening of the teeth. They shouldn’t extend much further than they have now; maybe as far as your shoulders eventually, but no further than that.”

           Una let out a breath of relief. “Good. I was starting to wonder if it was some weird interaction between the dragon blood and my Falkari blood.”

           “Oh, of course, I’d forgotten you’re a shapeshifter. No, it’s purely a dragon blood thing. You’re quite lucky in their placement, actually – some riders get them in much more uncomfortable spots.” Jarak wrapped the ancient book in a cloth and packed it into the case. “Shoreen was looking for you, by the way – she wants you and Star both to meet her in Fury’s eyrie.”          

           “Now?”

           “As soon as possible.”

           “Huh. I’d better go see what she wants.”

           Star was none too pleased to cut her nap short, but she met Una as requested with a minimum of complaining. Harsh Fury of the Northern Gale rumbled a greeting as the young dragonbound pair reached the eyrie, Una breathless from the long flight of stairs and Star flying easily in through the wide entrance hole.

           “Good, you’re both here,” said Shoreen from her desk.

           Star wanted to know what was so important that it couldn’t wait until after her nap. Una relayed the request, a little more politely.

           “I have… a task in mind for the pair of you,” said Shoreen. Una gestured for her to continue. Shoreen leant on her desk, linking her fingers over her mouth. “I want you to understand, this isn’t an order. It could be dangerous, and you’re free to refuse.”

           Star gave a little get-on-with-it growl. Fury gave her a sharp look and she subsided into a more respectful silence.

           “Most likely, it’ll just be a few weeks of exploring,” said Shoreen. “But there’s a chance that it could develop into something more serious. I know everyone is happy about the new hatchlings, as they should be… but the sad fact of the matter is, even with the long lifespans of dragons and how careful we are with recording who mated with who, fifty-three dragons isn’t much of a breeding pool.”

           “No, it isn’t,” said Una quietly. Star nudged her muzzle under Una’s arm; she wouldn’t be old enough to breed for another decade.

           “I’ve been poring over all our records, going back about as far as we have records, and I’ve found something that… well, I wouldn’t say it’s solid enough to even call a hope, but it could be interesting.” Shoreen pointed at one of the crates stacked beside her desk, waiting for someone to carry them to the new settlement. “About thirteen hundred years ago, there was a schism among the Balaurin.”

           “A schism?”

           “A… division between two factions.”

           “I-I know what a schism is, I meant – just go on.”

           “Indeed.” Shoreen laid her hands flat on the desk. “It was similar, in fact, to the arguments that arose following the fall of our empire, after the Devourer – one faction wishing to remain in the mountains and the other, smaller faction pushing to invade and rule the rest of the continent to the south. Fortunately events didn’t develop into a full-blown civil war; what happened was the smaller faction – some three thousand dragons and their riders – left for the south. And at that point, they disappear from our records; nor do they show up in any from the Kiraani Empire or from the lands east of the Inland Sea. It’s as if they just dropped out of history.”

           “You want us to go and look for them,” said Una. “You can’t find any sign of them with the scrying pool? I thought you could check the whole continent with that.”

           “Well, that’s where things get a little interesting,” said Shoreen, and unrolled a map of Stranatir on her desk. “This is us, here at Journey’s End,” she said, laying a finger on the paper. “This is the new settlement – we’ve got to come up with a proper name for it – to the west. South of the mountains: Stormhaven, Kiraan, Huaxia, et cetera. I have been looking in the scrying pool, studying anywhere a dragon might be hiding. The thing is… when I try to scry here…” She ran the same finger down the east coast of the continent, from the southern end of the Inland Sea almost to the equator. “These mountains-”

           “The Eastern Highlands,” said Una.

           “Yes, those, and the archipelago immediately east of them – they call them the Chain of Fire. When I try to focus the scrying pool on them, all I can see is mist. There is something along the eastern coast, from the mountains to the islands, that completely hides it from Balaurin scrying. And as far as I’m aware, only Balaurin magic could do that.”

           Una gave a low whistle. “Three thousand dragons would be quite a help in the breeding programme.”

           “Indeed.”

           “I’ve never heard of anyone living there,” said Una. “That doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone there, but when I was at school they taught us that there aren’t any trading links through the Eastern Highlands, or with the Chain of Fire.”

           Shoreen shook her head. “No. The Sunrise Islanders do sail south along the coast to trade in Mwituni, but they don’t land in the Chain itself. Rough seas, difficult reefs… and legends of ‘hairy giants’ living there.”

           “Probably gorillas,” said Una.

           “Probably,” said Shoreen. “Now, I can’t be certain that there are Balaurin living in those mountains. Maybe they left Stranatir altogether and took their chances across the Wild Ocean. But…” She let her head drop into her hands. “Surely it has to be worth looking.”

           Star thought it sounded like a grand adventure. Una smiled and scratched the top of her muzzle. “It does sound like it’s worth checking out,” she said. “But… why Star and me? Wouldn’t one of the more experienced pairs be better? Snowy and Runo, or Dark Sky and Varan?”

           Shoreen was silent for a few seconds, biting her lip. “You see,” she said, “going by the records, those original Balaurin exiles… they weren’t very nice people. They were led by a truly vicious dragon with an incredibly destructive power; he could summon earthquakes and make volcanoes erupt, and apparently his rider did nothing to try and rein him in – if anything, he just egged him on. If there are people there, not just gorillas, and that was what their first impression of dragons was like… they probably don’t look at them with fondness. Star is younger and smaller – she’ll be much less intimidating to any nervous locals you might run into.”

           Star took exception to that and arched her back, wriggling until her spines rattled, showing just how intimidating she could be. Fury just snorted, unimpressed; Star was little bigger than her head.

           “Especially compared to Dark Sky,” said Shoreen with a grin. “I know she’s about as sweet-natured as dragons come, but you have to admit she looks pretty nightmarish.”

           Star subsided, admitting that this was indeed the case.

           “I suppose we’d better nick some supplies for a long trip,” said Una. “Out of curiosity, did those records you found include the names of any of the exiled dragons? Well, self-exiled.”

           “Oh, they’ll all be written down somewhere,” said Shoreen, “but the document I was working from just listed the main leaders of their faction. Let’s see, I did have a note somewhere. Here – the primary dragons of the expansionist Balaurin. Storm Clouds Roiling over the Deepest Green Abyss. Shattering Rage that Breaks the White Ice. Shifting Blaze Coursing in the Heavens. Great Flood of Swift Black Waters.”

           “Well, they sound like a friendly bunch,” said Una.

           “They do, don’t they?” said Shoreen, grinning again.

           “Which of those was the volcano dragon?”

           “I didn’t get to him.” Shoreen glanced back at her notes. “He actually had a less ostentatious name. Funny how that happens sometimes.”

           Una nodded. “Some people just don’t like to advertise, I suppose. So, volcano dragon?”

           “Oh, they just called him ‘Voice of the Mountain’.”

~~~

Some historical dragonbound eventually grew horns, but this isn’t something that happens to everyone and never before the blood-bond has been in place for at least four decades. Nevertheless, Balaurin armourers have had to get good at adapting flying helmets.

[sailorscuttle]

ANY BLOGS INTERACTING MUST HAVE THEIR AGE IN BIO! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF THERE IS NOT ONE.

some more sugar daddy!cyclone thots inspired by @rhettabbotts 💞

sugar daddy cyclone making you wear a remote controlled vibrator underneath the lingerie to events.

he’s got the remote hidden in his pocket, playing with the controls, your knees nearly bucking when he decides to increase the vibrations — you’re praying that no one can hear the noise.

when you complain that it’s ruining the panties he just shrugs he just shrugs and smiles, leaning down to murmur in your ear to go ahead, ‘make a mess for me baby..’

he knows you had been eyeing that other piece in the window shop and he’s been itching to buy you something new anyways.

immediately goes off afterwards to talk to another vice admiral to talk about work

he edges you almost the whole night, finally letting you cum on the ride home, your nails digging into the soft leather of the car seat.

when he’s peeling them off of you later that night, he groans at the sight of your cum all along your thighs, immediately beginning to eat you out and cum several times before officially retiring the panties.

cyclone should be arrested for being that fine

[skepsiss]

Help me decide what to write!

I feel like I've been neglecting my own little series to work on challenges, Bangs, and the likes! I think I want to work on some of my own stories, but it really helps to motivate me when I know what stories people want to read the most.

Under the cut are the series descriptions and what I have semi-planned for the next part of that series. (And links if you want to read them).

Through Leagues and Miles Pt1 // Eddie and Steve meet up again after 7 years. They're proper adults now and Eddie is living his dream of being a rockstar, while Steve has just started to go back to school to become a teacher. They were only supposed to be meeting up for a reunion with The Party, but one thing leads to another, and well... maybe acting on that crush from 7 years ago is worth it. Part 2 of "Through Leagues and Miles." Essentially this would be the aftermath of the party, Steve and Eddie starting to be regularly intimate with one another.

His People Chapter 1: His People // This story is more about Eddie than anything. Exploring the idea of Eddie coming back very "monstrous" from the Upside Down, and he doesn't have a lot of memories on how to be human. He does learn quickly though that the people around him do love him no matter what. This was written for Eddie Month with the Oct 13 prompt "Monster."

Chapter 2: Like. Lust. Love. // Eddie relearns what attraction is, and acts on the memories he has of himself and Steve... or what he thinks are his memories of him and Steve.... (angst, drama)

Chapter 3 of "His People." Picking up right after Chapter 2 to see how Steve and Eddie handle Eddie kissing Steve unprompted.

Tooth and Nail Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 // Uuhh, it's kinda sad guys. Prompt was to write something where Eddie is the one that is in denial about his queer-ness and Steve is the one who makes him question his sexual identity. Full request here. This is hurt comfort and miscommunication riddled; read some realness and slowburn towards romance. Part 4 onward is pining time with Eddie trying to figure out his feeling Part 5 of "Tooth and Nail." Eddie and Steve have patched things up, but Eddie hasn't given too much consideration to why he kissed Steve specifically. This isn't just Eddie panicking about being queer, but questioning his actual interest in Steve.

Long Road Ahead Pt1  Pt1.2   Pt2    Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 // A Five part (maybe six?) series about Steve and Eddie getting together. Steve really struggles with the possibility of him being queer and doesn't know how to deal with it. Each part alternates between Eddie's POV and Steve's POV; lots of yearning, miscommunication, a pining with a happy end. Part 6 of "Long Road Ahead." Wasn't planning on doing a part six, but a few people have voiced that they want to know what the aftermath of Part 5 looks like. Soooo, maybe an epilogue of sorts.

The Last Strange Thing [Monster reference guide] [The art for the fic!] Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 [FINISHED] // Welcome to the apocalypse. The demo-infection has taken hold of the world, and humans are a rare thing these days. Still, people hang on to civilization in pockets across North America and beyond. Hawkins is one such place.  Steve Harrington is a scout who runs missions for Hawkins, and on one of those missions, he becomes separated from his scouting partner, Robin. He has to find his way across Indianapolis in an infected world, meeting one very important individual on the way, Eddie. The two of them must trust one another in order to journey across Indiana, while perhaps finding something softer to nurture with one another along the way.

Epilogue for "The Last Strange Thing." Mentioned this on the fic description that I might do an epilogue, and it would essentially just be 18+ them being horny and in a relationship now. Lol.

[thepilotanon]

springbeauty ix

{masterlist}

I’m only realizing now that we have only five chapters left before this little series is over! Wow, I honestly can not believe how much people are actually liking this, and you all have been so sweet and supportive. I can’t thank you all enough for being so kind and patient with me, and I hope to keep hearing from you all! Please enjoy.

warning: none.

“You can’t be givin’ up on our cauliflower yet! There’s still time to find a good spot - why not here?”

Clyde stared at his older brother with distaste, finishing the Shirley Temple for his little niece propped on the barstool beside her father. Getting her a red straw and dropping the candy cherry into the drink, the youngest Logan brother pushed the tall glass to Sadie. The little girl grinned brightly and reached to take over, looking to her uncle with the happiest look on her face and thanked him kindly, making him nod with a small smile in return before looking back to give his brother a thought or two.

“Pulling the cauliflower in the bar where I first saw her ain’t good enough. Much as I love my bar, it ain’t nowhere near the level of memorable moments,” Clyde told Jimmy all grouchy. Two weeks has passed since the short-lived camping trip and failed proposal attempt, and all Clyde wanted to do was call it quits while he still can. It wasn’t that he was pulling out of wanting to propose to Belle and marry her, but he didn’t have any better ideas to make sure everything was perfect and deserving to her.

But Jimmy wasn’t having any of it.

“Look, we’re in this together like the last time and all before that,” Jimmy started and Clyde rolled his eyes.

“Besides the time I spent six months?”

“Juvie, Clyde. It was just juvie,” he stressed. Stretching back on the barstool, the older brother sighed and ruffled his daughter’s hair. Sadie hummed as she continued to sip her drink joyfully in the rather empty bar. It was just the three, the busboy in the back and an afternoon drunk napping in the corner booth. “There’s still time, alright? Cauliflower ain’t over yet, and I ain’t gonna let you drop out of this one. It’s too important.”

Shaking his head, Clyde turned to dry off the cleaned glasses with the towel, using his mechanical hand to grip the glass properly and being able to reach the insides, he ignored Jimmy trying to come up with a list of different locations around Boone County to him, tuning him out with his task. With today’s plan of managing the bar until closing, Sadie was to spend the day with Belle as a sort of girls day; the oldest Logan sibling planned on using it to converse and plan with Clyde to find a better outlook for their cauliflower plan, but Clyde wanted to shut out about it.

All while he goes home to find Belle waiting for him in their routine, he was willing to admit in his head that he did enjoy the extra “attention” Belle offers to him when he is stressed. Seeing how he has his pout a bit more expressive and eyes tired yet alert, his lovely woman is quick to tug him to their bedroom and pamper him with gentle kisses and, occasionally, to opening his dresser drawer to find his box. A part of Clyde really loved how Belle didn’t pressure him to tell why he has been so stressed lately, instead wanting to make him feel better. Clyde eventually falls asleep in peace, holding on to Belle and just snuggling her lovingly and doesn’t think about his brother’s ideas...He wasn’t going to tell Jimmy that.

“Look, how about this,” Jimmy offered up, “I’ll go scout out some places and write ‘em down for you. When you get off, you can take a drive and check it all out and cross off whichever may not work. I’ll find pretty places, okay?”

“Jimmy -”

“Gotta think positive ‘bout cauliflower! You got a bad habit of thinkin’ all the negative that most likely won’t happen,” he went on. “This isn’t all that bad if you think about it, see? Ya jus’ need some time to look and just think positive. Ain’t that right, sweet pea? Uncle Clyde’s gotta be positive!”

“Uh-huh!” Sadie nodded and pointed to Clyde. “You can do it, Uncle Clyde!”

Knowing that Sadie had no idea what was being discussed, Clyde sighed. “Thank you, sweetheart. Yer very kind to me when I need it.”

“Then can Daddy keep helping you?” Sadie asked curiously, looking between her father and uncle. “Daddy wants to help you with yer...cauliflower, so can he help you?”

Clyde pursed his lips and glanced to his brother, who was just giving him his charming grin like nothing was wrong. Jimmy knew of Clyde’s weakness of rarely saying no to his daughter, and most likely was using her as a last resort to get him to cave to his plan. Taking a deep breath, Clyde opened his mouth when the bar opened and Belle entered in the nick of time.

Belle wore her jeans and a light blouse, since it was rather humid outside with the on-and-off rain Boone Country has been having. Her hair was loose and her face all smiley as Sadie changed her attention to the woman, jumping off her spot and running towards her with a loud voice and waking the sleeping drunk for a few seconds.

“Auntie Belle!” Sadie squealed excitedly as she tackled the woman in a hug. Belle laughed and caught the blonde girl, kissing her cheeks repeatedly in spoiling her into a fit of giggled before looking up to the brothers.

“Hi boys, I’m sorry if I’m late,” she apologized as Sadie pulled away and hurried back to finish her drink as fast as possible. “I wanted to make sure that the irises were going to be okay with the weather today, since it didn’t rain yesterday. They seemed a bit dried out, but Miss Trudy said it’s suppose to rain later.”

“They’re jus’ flowers, Belle,” Jimmy snickered and the woman playfully pushed his arm.

“They grew naturally in the backyard, and they’re lovely!” Belle defended proudly before hugging Sadie from behind, making the girl grin as she finished her drink. Fixing Sadie’s hair carefully, Belle smiled to Clyde with her usual loving eyes. “How’s your shift so far, handsome? It seems pretty empty today.”

“Not with this jerk,” Clyde gestured to Jimmy, who pressed a hand to his chest and acted offended. “I think he needs to be escorted out for tryin’ to get free drinks from me, sayin’ I owe him.”

“Should I toss him out for you? Rough him up a bit so he knows not to bother my man anymore?” Belle asked cheekily and Jimmy was quick to lean away from Belle and making his daughter laugh.

“No, no, that’s not necessary here, ma’am. I promise I’ll behave better from now on!” Jimmy pleaded teasingly as Belle snuggled her cheek against Sadie’s hair, smiling brightly. “Please, I got a kid to take care of and leftovers still in the fridge.”

Belle giggled and stood straight, looking down to the girl. “How ‘bout it, honeybun? You ready to go dress shopping for your performance and get some treats?”

“Yeah!” The girl was quick to remove herself from the stool and half climb on Jimmy to give him a kiss on the cheek, running to the door and bounce in wait for Belle to follow and guide her out.

Belle smiled and propped herself on her hands on the countertop, grabbing the collar of Clyde’s button up and pulling him into a sweet kiss that he returned in time before she pulled away. A part of him wanted to chase after her and get another kiss, but wanting to avoid being teased by Jimmy and waking the drunk to the commotion, he held back and pouted to Belle like a sad puppy.

Belle giggled at the sight of her man before patting Jimmy’s arm. “You boys behave while we’re gone, alright? Maybe Sadie will pick something out for her dad if he promises to take care of her favorite uncle before I hand her off to Mellie.”

“Somethin’ with a lot caramel and peanuts, sweet pea! You know what I like!” Jimmy spoke loud enough for Sadie to give him a thumbs up as Belle waved goodbye to them to take Sadie’s hand and leaving the bar.

Once the door closed, Clyde was left with his older brother wagging his brows and giving him a toothy grin, making the other frown and narrow his eyes. Now he was really wishing that Belle would have dragged him out of the bar with her.

“Don’t you think ‘bout it.”

“I can head on out now and beat the traffic to get started. Can get ya five places tops before ya close,” Jimmy cooed and Clyde rolled his eyes again, tossing the towel to the counter before ringing the bell for the busboy to come up from the back.

The younger man emerged and looked to his boss, Clyde gesturing his right hand to the slumbering drunk still at the table. “Get him a call on his phone for a ride, he ain’t good enough to drive. Jimmy’s headin’ out and I’m goin’ to my office for a second,” he explained to him and the boy nodded quickly. Raising a finger to him, Clyde brought his serious voice into the mix. “Remember, no servin’ drinks to no one, kid. I come back and smell a lick of anythin’, and you know I can, yer in for bathroom and greaser duty.”

“Yes sir,” the busboy agreed quickly, making Jimmy snicker before getting up from his spot.

“I’ll be back in a bit!” Jimmy sang before heading out the door, and the busboy waved while Clyde left the counter and to the back hall where his office was hidden from everyone else.

The office was small and tight spaced, but Clyde still thought of it as a little escape whenever the bar got to be too much for him or he needed some quiet. The room managed to hold a office desk and a wheeled chair, a trash can and that was it - plain and simple, yet did its duty. Squeezing between the wall and desk, Clyde scooted to the chair and plopped himself down with a heavy sigh and melt against the worn cushion.

His right hand digging into his pocket, he fished out the velvet box he had kept on his person the whole time. Snapping it open, Clyde eyed the silver band with the encrusted diamond and pale pink jewels on either side; small and simple, but yet meant so much to the customization and the time he put into going out of his comfort zone to talk to the jeweler carefully on creating the ring. The jeweler was patient with him, which he was grateful, but the fact that Clyde was so red in the face the whole time he asked questions or requested to look at something up-close was embarrassing enough. How the old man said thoughtful compliments of how lucky Belle was going to be with having a man put so much thought into it nearly had him fainting a few times, yet he didn’t regret it at all.

Remembering the camping trip and how Belle spoke gently to him, telling him that she was willing to wait as long as they need to be brought back to where he wanted to surprise her - to propose in the same spot his parents did, Clyde felt his heart swell with adoration for her. How she kissed his frustration away and even tried to let him use her body to relieve stress after the fact they were rained out, he couldn’t believe how he was ever lucky enough to have her in his life. How the damn Logan Curse allowed him to have such an angel love him and be loved back, with all his flaws, only to be restricted of asking for her hand was impossible. He just wanted everything to be perfect for Belle, believing that it is what she deserves for all she has done for him. A simple proposal wouldn’t work…

Belle deserved the best proposal, and perhaps that would have to mean he would have to wait for the water to recede and let nature restore itself in order to propose. He can wait and keep the cauliflower plan going, just needing to be patient.

He won’t give up the cauliflower plan just yet, but he can’t risk being caught.

Snapping the box closed, he pressed his lips to the top of the box, as if begging it to give him some sort of luck like his horseshoe ring, as a sort of good luck kiss. Clyde was careful to open the drawer to his desk and place the velvet box inside with the utmost care. Closing the drawer, the man slowly stood up from his chair and scoot out of his office to return to the front to find the busboy helping the drunk patron stay awake long enough to drink water before his ride arrived to take him home.

Walking into the trailer with tired eyes, Clyde was surprised to see Belle sitting on the couch. Seeming to wait for him, Belle gave him a light smile at seeing his surprised expression and got up from her spot. She looked deep in thought and probably had been for a while, making Clyde wonder if something happened that called for Sadie to be dropped off to his sister early. Perhaps the Shirley Temple he made for Sadie upset her stomach and got her sick or something was wrong with Belle, and he instantly began to worry.

“Belle?” Clyde frowned as he hurried to take off his shoes, tossing his keys to the side. “Yer home early, I thought you’d be back ‘round dinner. Is everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, it is. I just asked Mellie to take Sadie a little earlier than originally planned,” Belle explained in a volume of voice that he often didn’t hear from her: quiet and guarded. She seemed to bright and happy before on this rather dreary day, and he could tell something was off.

Approaching her as she zoned out for a moment, Clyde carefully brought his right hand up to rest of her shoulder and slide up to tilt her chin up. “Darlin’, what’s the matter? Somethin’ ain’t right with you and I’m gettin’ worried,” he urged softly to her and she bit her lip. “Did somethin’ happen?”

Belle looked at him and took a deep breath, reaching up to hold his wrist gently and lean her head to his hold. “You know that I really trust you, right, Clyde? I know you won’t lie to me if I were to come to you about something, because I love you and you love me, right?” she asked him softly, keeping eye contact. She wasn’t sad or angry, just...nervous?

Brows creasing in confusion, Clyde nodded. “O’course I love ya, Darlin’. With all my heart, I ain’t ever gonna hide anythin’ from you. What’s the matter?” He brought her back to the couch, sitting down first before urging her to sit next to him, his hand holding hers carefully.

“When Sadie and I were out shopping, she asked me something about what you and Jimmy have been discussing for a while,” she started, rubbing the back of her neck with her other hand. “She started asking me about how to care for cauliflower, not knowing what kind of ‘flower’ it was and how you and your brother have been having problems with it as of late…”

Clyde felt his face drop and pale. If he paid more attention to himself, he bet his heart stopped for a good minute as Belle looked him over carefully, waiting for a response that never came. Belle softly squeezed his hand and Clyde swallowed hard.

No. No, no, no.

“I know you’ve told me many times that you wouldn’t do any sort of cauliflower plans with Jimmy and everyone else, and how you won’t hide anything from me if there’s something wrong. I believe you, Clyde, so that’s why I’m talking to you about this,” she told him honestly. “What is this cauliflower you’re doing, because I know Mellie and probably Uncle Joe is involved with it, too, aren’t they?”

Clyde’s silence was a good enough answer. “Clyde, sweetie, if there’s an issue with money or anything, you know you don’t have to hide it from me. If there’s something you need help with, you know I don’t mind helping in any way that I can. Or even Jimmy, Mellie or Uncle Joe - I don’t care what you guys are having trouble with, I will want to help.”

Clyde stiffened and bit his lip hard, looking down to his lap. He couldn’t say anything to fix this; his mind going all over the place and panicking enough for him to start shutting down. He didn’t want to talk about this now, especially when he left the bar early to avoid Jimmy coming back with a list of potential proposal spots. He didn’t want this.

“You told me that you would never do another heist of any sort, and I really, really want to believe you, Clyde,” Belle said softly. “I’m willing to help you with whatever money you need, okay? I have plenty in savings and from Grandma and Grandpa’s inheritance, and I don’t need you to pay it back if it’s to help you.”

Taking a shuddering breath, Clyde slowly shook his head. “It ain’t that…”

“Then what is it, Clyde?”

“Can’t tell you.”

Belle was quiet for a moment. “You know I won’t judge you. I just want to make sure you’re safe, and whatever it is that you’re having trouble with, I’m here for you. I -”

“No, Belle,” Clyde shook his head quicker, feeling himself getting worked up. The memory of Jimmy trying to pressure him to accepting his help, the memory of staring at the ring in the box for who knows how long whenever he’s alone; Belle telling him, unknowingly, that it was okay and how she will wait for him, it was becoming too much for him. He felt trapped now. “I can’t tell you. You can’t know, and I can’t tell you.”

“Clyde,” Belle tried to reach for his face, seeing him starting to breathe a bit too hard. She tried to speak over him, trying to reach him to ease the situation as best as she could. “Clyde, honey, it’s okay. Please, calm do-”

“I said I can’t tell you, damn it! Leave me the fuck alone!”

He didn’t mean to shout at her. He didn’t mean to sound so angry at her, but it happened and it caused a reaction. Never had he raised his voice at her and he saw the shocked look in her eyes as she retreated completely from him, leaning away and holding her hands back as she yelped a bit. Realizing what he had done, Clyde’s throat tightened as he stared at her with wide eyes, his chin quivering as his teeth started to grind together. His only hand gripping his knee so tightly that his knuckles were changing color, Clyde felt his heart speed up drastically.

Watching her ease off the couch, Belle kept her voice down as to not upset him any more than she already thought she done. “Okay,” she said quietly, stepping around the coffee table to give him space as she twisted her hands. “It’s okay, Clyde. I’ll just go out for a walk and let us both cool down while you stay here and relax, alright? We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

Clyde wanted to cry. He wanted to get on his knees and beg Belle to forgive him for yelling so brutally at her, but he was stunned in his spot out of fear for what he had done. He watched from the corner of his eye as Belle took her light sweater off the hook by the door and slip it on, and he wanted nothing more than to tell her to stay and let him hold her. Similar to any bickering they’ve had in the past, nothing ever escalating to shouts or yelling, they always gave each other space with being in separate rooms until one or the other couldn’t stand to be away, seeking out comfort and being held…

This felt like it was not going to be one of those times for Clyde.

“I’ll be back in a little bit, alright?” Clyde heard her voice and he knew she was holding back tears as she opened the screen door. “You don’t need to tell me right away if you don’t want to, but please know that I’m here for you. I love you very, very much, Clyde. Remember that.”

Her farewell and closing of the door caused tears to fall down his cheeks and sink into his beard, and he released a shaky sob as he dropped his head into his only hand. He wanted to call her back, run after her and hug her close and never let her go. Clyde wanted to kiss away her tears and whisper numerous apologies into her ear as he cradled her and kissed her with all the love and passion he could. But, despite all his wantings to do just that to keep his beloved here in this emotionally struggling time, Clyde Logan couldn’t move from the couch.

And so, Clyde cried alone.

Fun fact: Hurting Clyde also hurts me.

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Writer’s Block : Varric and Cassandra

A/N : Another fic for the weary hearts. Or for all of you guys. (slight Trevelyan x Cullen pairing)

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"YOU want me to do what?"

"Try it out, Seeker. It might land you a couple of friends here and there. Or, maybe not."

Varric stood before a disgruntled Cassandra. Wearing a sour expression, she closed the book that she held out of anger. It was the book that Varric had given to her a few days back, giving the sneak peek to his worst romance serial as a peace offering from their previous feud with one another. She then became not so much of a bother later on, spending every spare time the hour to read the new chapters of the released book. It amused and satisfied him when he basically observed Cassandra devouring the the book, page after page of endless words and sentences that deemed quite useless to him now, yet meant everything to Cassandra.

Cassandra stood up from the stool she sat on, walking towards Varric in a menacing manner.

"Varric, I appreciate you writing down the sequel for me, as per request from the Inquisitor, but to do such--" Cassandra waved her hands about, obviously baffled. "Such inappropriate actions! What kind of woman do you take me for?"

"Look, I know it sounds weird. Heck, even I'm weirded out, but I'm doing us a favor here."

Cassandra's eyebrow rose in confusion. "The both of us?"

Varric nodded. "The both of us."

Cassandra pauses for a moment, her thinking-process expression showing. After a few contemplations, she said, "You are... quite positive of this? That it will possibly remove you from your writer's block?"

"Have I ever lied to you, Seeker?"

Cassandra glared daggers at him. "As a matter of fact,--"

"Forget that thought. But yes, to answer your question, I am positive that it will work out."

She hesitates. After another few seconds of deep contemplation, she gave out a frustrated sigh.

"Tell me everything I need to do before I disagree and cut you down."

"Will do, Seeker."

-----

She moves the other pieces, her face scrunched in disgust as the last one lands into one of Orlais' landmarks.

"Ugh, Orlesians."

Cullen snickers, crossing off a task written on his papers. "I find it endearing that you're slowly getting sick of their affairs, Trevel-- Inquisitor." The small error immediately earned Cullen smug looks from Leliana and Josephine, to which Trevelyan either ignored or did not notice.

"As if that had to be pointed out." She pinpoints the several pieces scattered around Orlais. "Parties, political unrest, a new duchess getting throned or de-throned, written contracts, what more does Orlais have to offer for us to do?"

"Parties with political unrest, with a duchess getting throned or de-throned, accompanied with written contracts. Bonus points for assassins."

"Ah, of course. Remember the Winter Palace?"

"Don't remind me. The headache I've gained during our time there was incomparable to the headache I've been receiving for weeks."

"It's that bad?"

"Very."

Trevelyan places her hand on her chin, deep in thought. She moves one of the other pieces again, but as she places it on top of a landmark located in Ferelden, the door opens. The sudden interruption caused Trevelyan to squeak out a yelp, immediately letting go of the piece she held. The piece rolled until it, unfortunately, landed onto another Orlais landmark. Josephine sighed, mumbling about her encounter with the Orlesians in said landmark. She muttered something under her breath about six packs of cheese wheels with assassins wearing scandalous and preposterous attires, as chosen poorly by their leader. Vivienne and Dorian cringed at the sight, as they proceeded to go to the nearest clothing store to breathe clean air once more.

"Inquisitor." The heavy-accented voice boomed within the War Room, which silenced all three advisors, including Trevelyan. The advisors, whose directions were facing towards the door, looked at the Nevarran with shock. Trevelyan, however, was faced towards the advisors, with the table in between them. The way she called out to her just now was electrifying in a way Trevelyan couldn't explain. She could only rack inside her head if she had done anything to provoke Cassandra for her to storm all the way down here to the war room.

"Ye-Yes, Cassandra...?" Trevelyan slowly turned around, scared that she might have done something wrong. Again. When was the last time the Inquisitor hadn't done something wrong?

There were the pots. The training dummies, and the horses getting loose. Most of it was Cole's ideas, and I wanted to help him help people. In a way.

As Trevelyan's eyes landed on Cassandra's, the first thing she noticed was the lace sitting on top of her head. And then the frilly dress she wore. It was outrageously covered in pink. Trevelyan could have sworn that Cullen cringed, backing one foot away from the war table. Josephine stood, frozen, not believing her eyes. Leliana, however, stared at Cassandra with delightful amusement, but her interest piqued to almost a maximum when she spotted the shoes that Cassandra wore.

"Are those shoes made from Orlais? Val Chevin?" Leliana commented, moving towards Cassandra with a frightful speed, her gaze still not breaking away from the pair of shoes. Cassandra stood her ground, but it was evident from the look on her face that she was positively horrified at Leliana's sudden curiosity.

"I, um, yes. It is."

"Is this... the same pair of shoes that were delivered here to the Inquisition's storages, as request from an anonymous sender?" Josephine added.

Cassandra shamefully nodded, which would mean that she was the anonymous sender.

"Inquisitor, would you care for a poem?" Cassandra said, her teeth grinding. Trevelyan could tell that she didn't want to do this, but it only deepened her confusion she was doing this. On her own accord. Trevelyan looks at her advisors, who gave her a concerning and sympathetic look.

"Um. Sure?"

"

Herald of Andraste

You are the nicest compadre

My heart swoons over your heroic deeds

How shall you fare, when I tell you of my sinful seeds?

(Cullen : What?)

(Leliana : *tries not to snort, but a small smile escapes* Shush. Let her speak.) (Josephine : I certainly do not know what is going on.)

Might you fancy a cup of tea with me,

Or will a bloody, sweaty, and heart-racing battle satisfy thee?

You may not look that nice on a nutcracker wannabe vest,

But you'd look great and ravishing, on Cullen's sturdy desk.

(Cullen : *suddenly choking on air, grasping and reaching for the war table's edges. The pieces that Trevelyan worked so hard on to place have now been ruined and rolled over to either side of the map.*)

You use your hand to close these rifts,

But would you like for a spin, on a summer's day feast?

(Trevelyan : Yes.)

Orlesians give us much of a headache,

But you'd be fine with the pain anyway

Not when our commander perfectly handles the situation at bay.

(Cullen : Andraste be my guide, preserve my soul.)

Now, I must conclude this short-lengthed poem

(Cullen : *heaves out a sigh of relief* Thank the Maker.)

(Leliana and Josephine : *lets out a huff of slight disappointment*)

With you managing the troops, the council, and the nation, your time will not be stolen

Adieu, Inquisitor

May you strive for a more higher position.

"

Cassandra did a graceful yet forced bow, her head dipping really low onto the ground. Trevelyan noticed Cassandra's ears going red from sheer embarrassment, and felt her regret just from standing a few feet away. The last time Trevelyan ever did anything horrendous or as embarrassing was when she tried to do the "Orlesian Dip" with Cullen. It did not go well for them, resulting to Cullen having to lock himself away inside his office, just because he was that ashamed of himself.

With the swift movement of a Seeker, she bolted right out of the room in a blaze, her shoes producing a loud clack, clack, clack upon the floor. After her figure has gone out of sight, a messenger appears right out of the blue, scaring Cullen.

"Ser, sister Leliana's report--"

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Culen snatches the report away fro the scout, giving him a frustrated look. The scout places his fist against his armored chest, and walks away.

"Maker, I swear that messenger has been stalking my movements for how long."

Leliana chuckles.

"Especially right outside your office?"

"What--" Cullen stops, suddenly remembering his momentary talk with Trevelyan during that time, which the scout had rudely disrupted. He blushes, his hand now placed on the side of his neck in a sheepish manner.

"I--You--Thatiscompletelynotinyourlineofwork, Leliana."

"Oh, but it is. I know everything. Mostly everything."

"Even the--" Cullen stammered for a bit, when went near Leliana. "Even the thing we did...?"

"The "Orlesian Dip"? Yes." Leliana smirks at Cullen. "It'll be alright, Cullen. If it brings you some small reassurance, both of you lacked the skills to perform such a feat--"

"Okay. I've heard enough." Cullen stated, his face now flushing, as he slowly makes his way to exit out of the war room. Trevelyan looked at Leliana with much more horror, stepping back for only a few inches.

"I still have no idea what just happened." Josephine stated.

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"I will kill you, Varric." Cassandra said, as amshe finally wore into her other pair of boots, tightening the grip around the legs to prevent from becoming anymore loose.

Varric sat upon a wooden chair, his eyes focused onto the paper he held, scribbling away the words that kept popping inside his head. Ever since Cassandra started her 'performance', Varric had already occupied  and written three papers. He was on his sisxteenth page now.

He chuckled, still writing down his thoughts. "You did a pretty solid role, Seeker. I swear I could have applauded for you once you were finished right after, but then they'd spot me and it'd ruin my writing-process."

Cassandra opened her mouth to fight back, but closed it. She sighed heavily, dumping the frilly, pink dress somewhere nearby.

"You are certain that the trilogy will be released very soon?"

Varric smirked.

"I'll let you cut my head off if this doesn't come out in stores in a matter of weeks, Cassandra."

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Because in the generous use of mature expressions, sexual circumstances, plus lack of control, Slaughterhouse-Five needs to be analyzed by way of more aged high school graduation as well as students. Discussion and Writing Comprehension Chapter 1 The narrative springs among his life situations, the actual Dresden bombing, in addition to stay in hospital acting as the touchstone for his / her current certainty. In the end, Vonnegut’s criticisms continue to be valid in the twenty-first centuries. (Vonnegut 80 : Eighty six) Towards the Tralfamadorians, the heavens are filled up with rarefied, glowing spaghetti (Vonnegut 87) in which human beings view solely superstars. Billy Pilgrim’s apparent approval associated with fate-he responds to every single mention of dying while using the phrase “so the item goes”-actually illustrates Vonnegut’s weight so that you can impaired recognition with socially acceptable cruelty. How would you produce this sort of subject? That opposition will be ilustrated within his interpretation from the massacre at Dresden, along with Barbara’s happiness with draining the woman’s papa connected with his or her self-respect “in the url of like.”

Most among us commonly hear the term ‘all’s good for each other in addition to conflict.A Checking showdown aspect especially, do you believe all is actually truthful around struggle? Am i able to country do anything overseas it is with warfare using? Might the soldier do anything whatsoever to a different one gift coming from a region he or she is during conflict using? Why not consider the particular ordinary people? Does staying in conflict necessarily mean about to catch fairly the cause of how you behave?

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This ironic factor could be that the a couple of scouts in which forgotten Billy and Roland simply because ended up being high in volume and cumbersome developed into wiped out by what Billy claimed ended up being, “Three inoffensive bangs which originate from far away.In . We worked once again throughout small categories in an effort to carefully consider the thematic write an essay for me challenges found from the initially seven books with Journey. Chapter 2 The audience introduced to the key character, Billy Pilgrim. You’ll find way too many similarities As a result, your reader comes “unstuck within time” in addition to Billy.

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Regardless of the true quantity of accidents, the particular firebombing connected with Dresden certainly has a high ranking while using fischer attacks about Hiroshima and Nagasaki as atrocities of The second world war. One technique to strengthen your scholars look into the complex complexity from the storyline is always to assign numerous essays, as well as small pieces of publishing having a single core aim. About the Book Published in the elevation in the Vietnam Conflict inside 1969, Slaughterhouse-Five is recognized as by a lot of an unsafe to get Vonnegut’s biggest do the job. It is not surprising this in this particular atmosphere, Vonnegut’s work of fiction accumulated a cult-like pursuing one of the age group this declined exactly what it spotted because the materialism and https://www.insead.edu/faculty-research/faculty/henning-piezunka also shallowness of yankee society.

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Investigation Vonnegut’s armed service job, and rehearse some sort of plot of land plan to match this so that you can Billy Pilgrim’s. 7.Generate graphic representations on the Tralfamadorians, its place ship, and also Billy’s dwelling inside the zoo park in Tralfamadore. 8.Perform a recording associated with The Ballad of the Natural Beret by way of Simon Sadler. Report data on the fresh to compliment the job in which Billy has dropped effect together with certainty knowning that his or her time period traveling is just a goal of his / her mayhem. It allows him or her for you to as a final point observe that just what he or she experienced, what exactly he / she made it through throughout battle, wasn’t her wrong doing. (Vonnegut Eighty-five : Ninety) For the Tralfamadorians, celebrities tend to be stuffed with rarefied, luminous pasta (Vonnegut 87) in which humans discover simply megastars. Evidently, he / she thought they required to publish the following publication not just to talk about the inner thoughts about the dangers in addition to futility involving battle, nonetheless to supply purpose to help his personal suffering.

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(Vonnegut 3) As the visitor never actually leaves the main story brand of your fire-bombing of Dresden for too long, Billy however travels a decent amount. This kind of gives yet another layer involving profoundly human practical knowledge to your new along with enables the readers to check out as well as explore the actual dualities that you can get in this psyches plus the novel. Your Dresden Hearth Bombing was a massacre which had been created by this associates to be able to get rid of as many The german language citizens as it can be. NOTE: Totally free article test given on this page really should be useful for recommendations or taste purposes merely. The way have Vonnegut’s suffers from during Dresden as well as America’s participation with Vietnam play a role in a anti-war meaning in the guide? 3.Study opposite vistas in the fire-bombing regarding Dresden. It’s great deal of subjects which include evaluate on the United states government and also talk associated with existentialism have made essaywriter.org the item a particularly contentious piece of literary works.

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The particular anti-war styles associated with Vonnegut’s work built him specifically used often by your counter-culture mobility of your Vietnam Years. (Vonnegut Sixty nine) This repetition of this specific term not merely de-emphasizes loss of life, but also will help Vonnegut assert therapy for your readers answer from a passing. Slaughterhouse-Five by means of Kurt Vonnegut brings together the particular topics of decline and also determinism to make a narrative in the power disaster. Simply what does which pressure reveal about Indonesia by the end of the war? 2.How are you affected towards the scouts? 3.How come this A language like german wedding photographer please take a photograph regarding Billy’s and Weary’s ft? 4.Why should the particular professional photographer stage a photo of Billy’s seize? 5.Which are the a couple of cause of the actual destruction this Billy devices through in his or her approach to this Lions Golf club interacting with? 6.How much does Billy’s experience together with the Sea big show us regarding Billy’s life-style? 7.Why does the doctor explain to Billy for taking a new snooze each day? What is your opinion brought about Billy’s condition? 8.Summarize this German born supplies who the taken Americans handed down. The following are some producing encourages that will help accomplish this. Since Slaughterhouse-Five is unquestionably an intricate fresh, you might like to present many of the big subjects prior to a person’s students actually begin looking at. Billy thinks of him or her self to be a prophet.

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War provides, undisputedly, been recently a component of every last civilization’s record all over time period, although the source of war, however, is often a theme involving claim. He’s fatalistic, disoriented as well as ill-trained. Vonnegut was obviously a Bang ended up saving from the Dresden bombing for the duration of WWII as he was being kept in a steak locker. The link can also be useful for a work regarding literary techniques including paradox plus satire. “There is certainly not intelligent to say about any massacre” (Vonnegut, Twenty). The concept of human beings having the capacity to see their own everyday life times simultaneously but not linearly is definitely erroneous for the visitor, still Kurt Vonnegut brings in to the audience scalp the thought of time being family member simply active inside humankind creativeness.

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