#should I make a tag for the consort au???

[thot-son-of-odin]

Consort Thor meets Crown Prince Loki of Jotunheim

(is this a series now? i think it is)

[weird-obsessed-girl]

Bagginshield Fic Rec

I can’t believe I’ve had such an intense revival into The Hobbit Fandom after being obsessed with the movies when they came out just over 10 years ago now. There’s just some fandoms that have consistently amazing fanfics that are written beautifully and with such interesting concepts.

Some of these are a bit silly and cracky but i think that’s the appeal of The Hobbit, it’s a bit more cheerful than LOTR (vehemently ignoring Battle of the Five Armies)

So below is a list of fics I have loved reading organised by word count smallest to largest.

If you have any fics that you’ve read and don’t see here please share them with me! P.S, if you need more fics to read after these please check out the author’s other works.

Fanfiction Title - Author

Tags, description of fic | word count | rating

And Down the Road I Goes - pibroch (littleblackdog)

Kid!fic, mpreg, humour, dwobbits, beard problems | 1.3k | T

All That Glitters - BeautifulFiction

Everyone lives, post-BAFTA, Dwarven culture and customs, Dwarven jewellery | 1.5k | G

Truth - alkjira

Body image issues, post-BAFTA, everybody lives, Dwarven beauty standards | 1.9k | T

Brethren, Braids and a Bothersome Burglar - Frankensteins_Monster

Unintentional Dwarven courting, and then intentional after communication is cleared up, Hair Braiding | 2.3k | T

There is A Child - smileybagel

Foresight, canonical character death, Thorin POV | 2.7k | T

Of the King and Consort’s Portraits - undomiel (dolcewrites)

Cultural differences, painting portraits, Erebor and Shire Parallels, domestic fluff | 3.4K | T

Shorn - Avelera

Mourning ritual, Dwarf culture and customs, misunderstandings, pre-slash, Long-beards mentioned! 3.5k | G

A Chance to Make It Right - smileybagel

Thorin is offered a second chance, magical dreams of future children, second part to “There is A Child” | 3.6k | G

The Proper Way To Call You Mine - Fantasyinallforms

Hair braiding, post-BAFTA, misunderstandings, Fili and Kili meddling, getting together, jealous Thorin | 3.6k | T

And in our love u see golden things - Seungshi03

Goldsickness as a mental health condition, domestic fluff, consort Bilbo | 3.7k | G

Riddles in the Dark Brought into the Light - Lucigoo89

Everyone lives, post-BAFTA, PTSD, loooove fics where the trauma from the journey is included, background Dwalin/Nori | 3.8k | G

In More than the Wisdom of Years - jezebel_rising

Dis POV, everyone lives, reunions, Dis and Bilbo friendship | 4.2k | Not rated

A Dwarven Beauty - bevel_bee

Dwarven beauty standards, Bilbo is considered very attractive, but he’s very oblivious to the compliments, post-BAFTA | 4.6k | G

The Seven Gifts - snowmissus (soul_of_blaze)

Dwarf and hobbit courting, awkwardness, Bilbo remains in Erebor, miscommunication | 5.1k | G

The Stone’s Gift - SilverSkiesAtMidnight

Established relationship, consort Bilbo, “the Dwarven equivalent of cabbage patch hobbits”, dwarves made from literal stone, unplanned pregnancy | 5.2k | T

One Remedy for Gold Sickness (or maybe two) - randi2204

Bilbo uses an ancient hobbit remedy for greedy folks, flabbergasted dwarves | 5.8k | T * need to have an Ao3 account

Better an ugly face than an ugly mind - unpeumacabre

Dwarven beauty standards (and hobbit ones), Thorin POV | 6.1k | T

A Minor Problem - fideliant

Smut, thorin finds out Bilbo’s age, obliviousness to different species’ life expectancies | 6.4K | E

Bruises on the Heart - thehufflepuffhobbit

5 + 1 times, soulmate au, Thorin POV, bruises, sharing a bed, during the journey | 7.8k | E

Clue-finder - TheGrayKnight

Post-BAFTA, Dwarven courting, cultural differences | 9k | G

Queen Under the Mountain - benny_Laur

Character death (not really), Dis POV, I LOVE DIS, Requited love, Kili definitely should not be in charge of communications | 11k | Not rating

Call You Home - northerntrash

Hobbit culture, including hidden names (I like the hobbit side as it’s a popular trope that dwarves have hidden names), Thorin’s puppy-eyes, the company | 11.9K | Not rated

Planting a Hobbit - northerntrash

Everyone lives, post-BAFTA, homesickness, domestic fluff, Thorin builds Bilbo a garden trope! 13k | Not rated

Forget-Me-Not - kerkusa, LordOfTheRazzles

Established relationship, post-BAFTA, healing Thorin causes temporary amnesia, Dwarf and Hobbit courting (again) | 14k | G

Defying Death (or at least the ones in charge) - Lucigoo89

I have yet to read this yet but it looks very promising! Bilbo has died and now it’s time for him to smuggle himself into Mahalia Halls to see his love again | 15.1k | T

Ere Break of Day - alexaprilgarden

During the journey, falling in love, Dwarven Ones, soulmates, everyone lives, angst | 15.6k | E

The Different Shades of Bilbo’s Love - SunnyRose

Kid Bilbo wants to be friends with Thorin, consenting adult romance later on, friends to lovers, flower language, Belladonna Took! 17.5k | G

I have loved you and you have not known it - KaavyaWriting

Miscommunication, the company come up with a way of making friends with a hobbit that is inaccurate, jealous Thorin, during the journey | 17.7k | G

You Got Me - drunkonwriting

Company-centric, dwarf culture, fluff, during the journey, friendship fic | 18.9k | G

Gardening - The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Bilbo returns to Shire, Kid!fic, cabbage patch hobbits, Bilbo’s under the impression Thorin died (he’s wrong) | 19.7k | T

My Princess, My Love, Marry Me! - mordelle

Alt universe, Princess Thorin visits the Shire, pinning Bilbo, Thorin is considered ugly by Dwarven beauty standards, smut | 36.3k | E

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hello gorgeous !

Could you make something with a reader who is a very important fighter and in her plans she somehow married daemon as a second wife and made a deal with rhaenyra and daemon to respect and not threaten her people and kingdoms .

And when rhaenyra gets the throne , the reader asks for a divorce , breaking their hearts?

Stone Cold

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Summary: There was nothing more powerful than an alliance of two houses, and that was exactly what you offered the Queen and her consort to win the war. It was out of loyalty, but your heart was not as strong as your resolve.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicidal tendencies/war, fem!reader, second wife!reader, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: Heya nonnie (pls read this)! I saw this ask and was like OMG FRESH OMG REAL OMG YAS but then the more i thought about it, the more i was thinking it wouldnt be possible, like divorce wasn't a thing then and i know i could just make something up but i- i- dont play like that. and unless you're ok with a modern au, which idk if u are, i realized i could not write this BUT THEN while i was ranting in my reply of how i think ur req would really play out, i thought fine i'll write it anyway dw its not a modern au, but it's also not exactly your request either. its still pretty angsty tho so i hope you like it <3 ALSO IDK WHO IF I WANNA BE DAEMON OR RHEANYRA IN THE GIF I LOVE THIS GIF SO MUCH T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda would you like to read a tibit of an epilogue for this?

Rhaenyra was my queen; she always has been even as a child. Having grown up with rugged brothers, it was clear to me that power was only gotten through force, through sheer will, and landed only on those born to be heirs.

And yet she was declared to heir the Iron Throne, regardless of her sex.

And yet she rode on dragonback as her long braids and ornate skirts flew with the wind.

She was living proof that my brothers were morons in their belief that women were less, and that if I wanted to, I could do what they did, even better.

So against everyone's wishes, my parents, my brothers, the whole of society, I stood where I wanted and spoke about my thoughts. Though I was not welcomed, I trained to be strong enough go go against my adversaries, not just with my wit, but with my sword.

I made a way for myself in court and in battle, and developed a fortress within myself that could not be felled, not by a man, not by anyone.

So when it came high time for me show my gratitude to my queen, I did not hesitate.

I pledged my allegiance to her, and watched her navigate her plans with poise. I watched her as she caressed her pregnant belly and felt my heart hurt for her. I watched as she turned to her husband, the infamous Rogue Prince, for comfort, and found it in his touches.

Oh, to be like her, to capture the heart of the heartless, and to exude such feminine grace even in a room full of men who doubt her capabilities.

And so I finally spoke my plans to her. I finally told her the loony thought I've had since the start of my stay in Dragonstone. Our families should form an impeachable alliance and strengthen our forces.

"You are suggesting that you become my husband's second wife?" Rhaenyra states plainly. Her hand is atop her belly, and her husband stood steadfast behind her.

"It would be only for show, my queen," I nod, "you are aware of my family's stronghold, and how they insist on remaining neutral through all of this."

Rhaenyra watches me intently as I explain. Daemon tilts his head.

"This would give my brothers no choice but to fight for me-- for you."

"And how would marriage guarantee that?" Daemon asks, "I am well-acquainted with your brothers' insolence."

"You are correct, Prince Daemon. There has not been a moment in our lives where my brothers and I did not go against each other's wishes, but through it all, they have a sense of honor, and they would rather die than allow our family name be put to shame. It is why they were so against the idea of me taking up arms in the first place," I cross my arms, "but since then, they have joined me many times over in my victories. They would surely not give up the chance to bask in our victory."

Rhaenyra and Daemon take in my words.

For a moment, there is only silence. Then they look at each other, examining each other's expression.

That night, I was married to Daemon by the traditions of his house.

After he kissed me, I turned to Rhaenyra and nodded to her. She offered me a small smile and nodded back.

Since then, we exercised our might against the whole of Westeros. Those who did not know of us knew soon enough that the combined power of our houses, along with all our other alliances, was not something to be taken lightly.

And so we were tasked to spearhead the war under Rhaenyra's command. Daemon would take the east, and I would take the west. Where one needed help, the other would arrive with their blade, still slick with the blood of the enemy.

Historically, men had done nothing but strike me and spit on my bones. Though he was now my husband, I thought little of Daemon. I didn't then in the fires of his youth, and I didn't now. I bring myself to care about him out of my respect for Rhaenyra.

Yet as time went by, and battles were won and lost, I grew to respect him as himself, as Daemon Targaryen, the prince commander of the troops, who knew exactly what he was doing.

"I did not think you were capable of doing anything un-serious."

I turned to him as he smirked. His eyes were on the my cup of ale, "might my lady wife spare me a drop?"

Daemon sits next to me, though on the ground, as I was sitting on a stump I found not too far off our camp.

I peer down at him as I hand him my half empty cup.

My lips part when he downs it and places the empty thing beside him. Daemon catches my look and chuckles under his breath, "oh, did you mean to finish that?"

I don't get to respond as he grabs my leg and leans against my thigh.

My stomach rolls at the sentiment. I did not know why he was acting like this towards me so suddenly.

He releases a groan as he closes his eyes, "you are my wife, are you not? Must you stare at me as though you wish to burn me with your eyes?"

That would only be the start of his affection towards me.

It was jarring, disturbing, really, how he would reach for my hair and brush it aside, how we would reach for my cheek and brush it with the back of his hand. He would not do it in front of Rhaenyra, and for that I was at least grateful.

I decided not to make issue of it, because it was not as though it was harmful really.

And yet it dawned to me that that was my mistake; he was an invader of my fortress, and I only realized when it was too late.

I could not calm my beating heart when we were ambushed.

It was not the blade against my neck that made me want to hurl, not even how the man who managed to capture me for a few minutes was gutted on my side and had his entrails gush onto my armor. It was not the violence that made my pulse deafening to my ears, but how Daemon acted out that violence.

"Release her now, and I will be swift about your death," he seethed. When he was not listened to, his face darkened. The moment he had an opening, he stabbed my captor in the gut. When I was pulled away by our men, I watched as Daemon rampaged the man with his bare hands, smothering him until he was deformed, until he was dead.

And then he turned to me, gripping my face with his bloody hands, examining my form, "are you alright?"

That was when everything changed.

Not only did I begin to anticipate, look forward to his touches, I began to lean into them. I began to look forward to his company, seek his company. I would worry if there was not word about him, and I would worry if there was, until I knew it was not grave.

I began to laugh with him, in the privacy of our conversations, in front of the troops, in front of Rhaenyra. I began to bicker with him unabashedly, for it became second nature. I began to dance and make merry with him, for why'd shouldn't I? Why not, when Rhaenyra teased us about it, when she laughed about it with us.

And then at some point, I did the worst thing.

I began to want him.

I began to want him the way Rhaenyra did.

I began to felt entitled of him, for after all, he was my husband too.

I allowed myself believe that it was alright, Rhaenyra wouldn't mind, after all, her husband was my husband.

But then I faced with the truth of how brazen I'd become.

But then Rhaenyra called for Daemon and he did not answer.

But then she gave birth too early and held her lifeless daughter in her arms.

But then he was broken because of it, and yet made no inclination to anyone.

But then I realized I was not apart of their picture, for neither of them even spoke their sorrow to each other, much less anything to me.

I was a fool to think I was deserving of anything. I was a traitor to them and our agreement. I was a traitor to myself.

And so I rebuilt my fortress, I pulled away from Daemon's touches and did not hold Rhaenyra's gaze too long.

I became reckless in battle. I dove head first into everything, not caring what the consequences would be.

It was because of my recklessness and severe injuries that we were at the precipice of victory. Daemon should have been applauding me where he was rebuking me. And Rhaenyra should not have been worried by her husband's news of me at all, not when she would benefit the most from my death.

Yet here I was, gripped harshly in Daemon's hands as I defied his wishes to stay in bed longer.

When that didn't work, he ordered me in the name the Queen to do so, because it was, in fact, her order too.

It dawned onto Daemon that it didn't matter which of them commanded it, I would not be withheld from the cries of war.

"DO YOU WANT TO DIE!?" Daemon demanded finally as I got onto his last nerve.

I did not hesitate to respond.

His expression dropped when he heard me say yes.

It was against myself that I began to bawl in front of him. I had worked so hard to keep my defenses, and yet it was all for naught.

"Why?!" he heaved, hands darting up to my face instead of my arms.

I shake my head. I would have to die first before I admit anything to him.

"I will have you chained like a madwoman before I have you succumb to your darkness," he quips, releasing my face, before dragging me to the tent post, undoing his belt and binding me there with it.

I cry out to him. I tell him to release me, of all of it, so that I wouldn't have to suffer.

"Tell me wife what makes you suffer, who makes you suffer, and I will swiftly end them."

I shake my head at the anger on his face, "Daemon, please."

"TELL ME!" he quips, grabbing my face again.

I choke on my tears finding as I allow my voice to betray me.

Daemon knit his brows, "what was that?"

"It's you, Daemon," I whine, screwing my eyes shut, "it is hell to be around you. I do not want this pain anymore."

He releases me, stepping back twice, "and what mortal err have I done to make you loathe me so?"

I peel my eyes open, chest constricting at the sight of him. I shake my head, "nothing."

Daemon's nostrils flare. He grabs my jaw tightly, face tense with hatred, eyes glassy in betrayal, "then why?"

I whine at the pain of his grip.

He heaves as he releases me, shaking his head as he walks back, "will you drive me mad along with you, selfish bitch?"

I shake my head again, "Daemon-"

"ANSWER ME!"

"Because I want you!" I blurt, "I want you so bad when I should not-- I cannot!" I grip my hands tightly, "we may be married, but you are not mine. You are Rhaenyra's, and I do not wish to ever come in between that. Not after all that has-"

I cut myself off when Daemon began to undo my ties. I myself began to back away from him when he began to rid himself of his clothing.

I threaten him with my words. When that does not deter him, I threaten him with the blade I managed to snag.

He was stoic the entire time. He asked me to kill him, dared me to kill him. Of course I could not. I threw the blade to the side.

He called me a fool as he undressed me. He called me pretty when he began to kiss me. He called me his when he began to fuck me.

I shouldn't have, gods know I shouldn't have, but I did, I let him have his way, because I wanted him to. I wanted him to touch me, to use me, to take his anger out on me. I wanted to for so, so long.

It was everything I ever imagined and more.

And enjoyed it deeply before I hated myself viscerally after.

It was clear at one point that everyone knew of us. Our dynamic had drastically changed from when we were first married to now. They all knew what he and I did in the dark, but why would they care, we were, in fact, married.

I cared though.

And I guess it was the will of the Stanger to allow me that one thing before collecting my soul.

I did not fight against it. I did not try to save myself.

When I decided to take the blow for Daemon in the battle field, it was not out of my selfish desire to find freedom in the shackles I bound myself in, it was because I wanted to save him, I had to save him.

He admonished me as he carried my limp body out of the skirmish. He called my name and threatened to do his worst if I thought of closing my eyes at all.

It was nice to have made it long enough to make it through the transport, to see Rhaenyra, and her and Daemon's children that I myself found to love in my own way.

I felt bad that they all seemed to be sad that I was fading away.

I felt bad that Daemon had to be the one to carry me here.

Where was Daemon?

"He's gone to finish the war," Rhaenyra said, holding my hand firmly in hers.

"You can hear me?" I mutter as I watch her sad face.

"Of course I can, my dear," she caresses my cheek, "why wouldn't I?"

I close my eyes, "I beg your pardon, my queen."

"No!" she calls, shaking my cheek, "you cannot sleep until Daemon has returned. He is but a fortnight nigh."

I hum, "she has been so lonely though."

"Who? Who has been so lonely."

"Visenya."

Rhaenyra pulls her hand away. One of the children gasps.

"I told her that I was not her mother, that you are," I sigh, "but she told me she wanted me to stay with her."

Rhaenyra is bewildered. For a moment she is unable to do nothing. She repeats the name she called. When she is not met with a reply, she takes another moment to collect her thoughts, "you cannot answer my daughter's call. Your duty is with me, not her."

Rhaenyra's face tenses when she does not get a reply yet again.

She calls out, one, twice. She shakes the hand in her grip, and remarks once more about Daemon, knowing that would do the trick, she knows it will, it has to.

A chill runs down her spine when she realizes was for nothing.

It is too late.

[dingodad]

what made you choose denizens as your main inspo for your fantroll names? is there more lore/characterization for them based on the denizens whose names they match? easter eggs?

(scrolled your whole fantroll tag to make sure i wasn’t crazy and that a yaldabaoth (yiaweh) and a typheus (typhon) existed)

braxas and co were born out of a kind of homestuck AU bubble that formed when guidestuck was really popular. this kind of thing was everywhere in ask blogs and fanadventures that obviously did not have enough substance to last any longer than a hundred pages... what if the consorts were humans who played sburb, what if the LANDS were humans who played sburb, what if sprites like tavris and fefeta were humans and played sburb, what if the guardians were young and played sburb, what if the lusii were trolls AND genderbent... i wanted to get in on the action and i guess it seemed like the denizens were kind of what was left.

at that time it was pretty standard to have fantrolls that were ""based on"" something so i ended up roleplaying as braxas a bunch and he developed so much as a character that he ended up sticking around. the rest of them never really got the same level of care but basically came along with him as accessories. i guess in this way braxas is kind of like my own personal version of sans underfell???????!!!!!!!!!

(ok i googled this and it turns out the sans i was thinking of with all the error stuff wasn't even sans underfell but in fact a completely different popular AU version of sans. so for all the people too young to know what the fuck was happening in the homestuck fandom 10 years ago, that should give you a pretty good point of comparison for the level of swap AU saturation we were at.)

a lot of their characterisation largely still draws from their origins with a little bit of their mythological namesakes mixed in (though their ancestors play out the original myths a lot more faithfully). braxas is probably the least explored denizen in the comic so most of his deal is inspired by the philosophy of abraxas as a concept, and his anguipede lusus is directly based on classical depictions of abraxas. most of their designs can in some way be traced back to their designs in homestuck too, though braxas has probably been through more iterations than anyone else.

i imagine you can also see how i got hemera and nix' horns from their associated denizens' "tails".

their whole sburb story that i don't really talk about because i still have it in my head that it will appear one day fully-formed on the internet as a fanadventure is largely an elaboration on themes of like, becoming a myth and apotheosis and such so the fact that these are trolls who for some strange reason also happen to look and talk exactly like the mysterious gods of sburb has definitely been incorporated into their reason for existing. but like for instance the fact that they all live on their own different conquered alien planets which vaguely look like the kind of planet you might find those denizens on is all part of it

[alma-amentet]

Why do you dislike the DLC main story so much?

Not to argue or something, just wondering after seeing you ranting in the tags.

I just don't like it. It didn't meet my expectations. In the end, yeah, it comes down to preferences... Though I agree on 'bad writing', and it's just good to know I'm not alone in this.

You know, I'd like it. After all, I knew what I was messing into and didn't expect a happy ending, Age of Abundance (though it was in cut content, so...) or something. It could've been a beautiful tragic story of Miquella loosing parts of himself as a last desperate attempt to fix things but failing.

There are good rewrites, this is one of my favorites

But there are major things that I'll never accept as canon.

Promised consort Retcon. Makes no sense. Bad writing, and I will really die on this hill. Bc no evidence of this in the base game and a weird idea in general. Also how drastically they ruined the battle of Aeonia. Like... really? This feels like fanservice/trollery (assuming fandom's past fights). Horseboy's story should have ended with the festival (for me it did).

'Mohg beating allegations' and all that evil charm thing. First of all, no way he did, he's still an evil bloody cultist. Secondly, him being charmed makes it actually more problematic in some ways. I liked him as a well-designed villain acting on his own and Formless Mother's behalf, the new reveals ruin his character for me. Third, there are known plotholes (like others not acting this way under the charm or why would he travel to the Haligtree and back - could've stayed there or something). In the end, I think it's Ansbach who's a real charmer, charming the fandom. Luckily I'm not into handsome old men, so not buying it. He's devoted to his lord, that's all, no matter how wise and reasonable he may seem (still devoted, mind you).

There are other new bits of lore that look more OK... Though they have plotholes and contradictions, too (questioning ideas of godhood and the Shattering itself - that's what I can remember).

Much's been said in general, not gonna repeat (you can find it in my older posts and reposts). I see people analyzing and rationalizing new lore, enjoying the DLC. Good for them. Even envious at some point. As for myself, no matter how I miss my prev happy times in the fandom, now I see not much sense in discussing it, finding deep meanings etc. Loved to watch lore vids, now I mostly can't even if I want to. Maybe rewatching my older fav ones, but not most new ones. Some content is just upsetting. I'll need it anyway for my own AU and headcanons, so hope I'll find strenght, but not now.

Again, It feels like a joke or trollery, and if the authors themselves treat it this way, why should I bother wasting my time/energy?

There are some other details that are still interesting (like Marika's backtory n stuff), yet again, could've been a beautiful tragic story... but oh.

I used to be in kids/tween fandoms, which were silly by default, neither deep meaning nor dark complex philosophy. Yet some of them were making even more sense in writing, while others were not given high expectations right from the start, that's it.

Not leaving the fandom bc it's not done so easily, will even do some fanarts (finally. hopefully). I think I'll dwell solely on AUs / fixes / rewrites and some visuals without much context. Also on things I liked before the DLC and things I still like (like Maliketh/Marika), and filtering unsettling content as much as I can. But yes, you'll see me venting and supporting other people's rants. Untill my passion fades naturally and switches to something else.

I'll pick up the base game back when I can (my current PC won't run it by any chance), but will notbe buying the DLC. At least, for now.

[ineadhyn]

Fic master post

Cinnamon Sugar

Raphael x Haarlep, ongoing

When Raphael meets a punk in indecent clothing in the elevator of his office building he has no clue that this encounter will change his life. Haarlep who barely makes a living with Onlyfans gladly jumps on the opportunity to become this hot older man's sugar baby. The hierarchy should be clear and also that it's unthinkable to develop deeper feelings. They both know that - but playing by the rules was never Haarlep's strong suit.

Direct from Hell Logistics

Raphael x Haarlep, completed

Raphael managed to get himself killed by Tav and got sent to our world as a punishment where he is forced to work as a delivery man. His struggles with all things mortal (like toothbrushes) are amplified by Haarlep pretending to be his supervisor.

Its sequel: Direct to Heaven Logistics, ongoing

Copper hearts

Astarion x Tav (original character), completed

Retired bandit king Francys just wanted to spend a relaxed afternoon in Baldur's Gate with his daughter when the Mindflayers attacked. Alone and tadpoled he awakens on an unknown beach. Soon he meets a certain vampire spawn just as experienced in stealing and deceiving as himself.

Despite being unhappy about the other rogue's company, Astarion desperatly seeks protection. Francys however has long given up on caring for anyone but his daughter.

Astarion's backstory:

Dust and Ash - Astarion's time in the tomb and the night he got freed

Thou shalt know that thou art mine - Cazador develops a deep obsession with Astarion and shows it in the worst way possible. Non-con, dead dove, cazstarion.

Circus of the dead - Dark circus au, non-con, cazstarion, dead dove, mind the tags

Smut one shots:

His consort, his god - Ascended Astarion x soon to be god Gale

An Archduke's Bliss - Raphael, Haarlep, named dragonborn Durge threesome

Reading hour - Tav x Archduchess

A special gift - Haarlep has a surprise for Raphael

A song of snow and embers - sapphic foursome, Alfira x Karlach x Lae'zel x Shadowheart

Her body. Her choice - Haarlep x lesbian Tav

At her mercy - Karlach x fem Durge

Nature's most beloved treasure - Halsin x trans masc Tav

Comedy/Crackfic

Mizort(r)ash SFW - Villains complaining about loot goblin Tav

Mizo(r)trash NSFW - same as above, but Mizora and Gortash fuck

The tyrant, the bat and the wardrobe - Gortash and Cazador share a shoe closet

A day in the House of Hope - daily shedules of Korilla, Raphael and Haarlep

Addition: #a day in the life of a bg3 villain should take you to all the shedules I posted on tumblr

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 26 – ROM-COM

SERIES: A Royal Romance by BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 40,452 Tags: Modern Royalty AU, News Media, Pre-Serum Steve

Reasons why I love it: This could legit be made into a Rom-Com, and everyone would gobble it up like royal wedding cake. Seriously, if you like modern royalty romance, this is an absolute must-read. It's fluffy and funny and more swoon-worthy with every fic that gets added to the story. Please go and check it out, I promise you won't regret it!

This series consists of:

Heavy is the Head that wears the Crown

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 22,293 Tags: Romance, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: “Just remember, and this is essential, you call the King ‘Your Majesty’ during the first introduction and afterwards it’s ‘sir’. Queen Maria is likewise ‘Your Majesty’ and thereafter ‘ma’am’, and Prince Anthony is ‘your royal highness, the Prince of Wales’, and ‘sir’ thereafter.” Steve was never going to remember all this. Thank god he was never going to meet any of them. -- When Steve Rogers moved to London he was expecting the bad overpriced flat and the metric system. What he never could've expected was that the heir to the throne would fall for a skinny asthmatic from Brooklyn.

Reasons why I love it: This fic has everything. A meet-cute, romance, drama, angst, fluff, humor – it's a smorgasbord of everything I love. The whole thing just puts the biggest smile on my face. If you haven't read this one, you absolutely have to. I can guarantee that it'll suck you into the rest of the series.

Royal Lockdown

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 2,136 Tags: Fluff, COVID-19, Quarantine

Summary: “Your majesty, please,” the palace advisor, Mr. Collins, begged, sounding more and more frustrated. “It’s hardly without precedence. Your grandfather evacuated during the blitz. A king should be protected.” “My grandfather was at risk of being bombed,” Tony dismissed. “This is something we can fight by simply staying put. We can set a good example by self-isolating and not travelling unnecessarily.” -- Not even Kings and their consorts are unaffected by the global pandemic - and Steve is determined to be part of the solution.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, Steve is such a little shit, and I love him for it. So does Tony, clearly, considering how happy he makes Steve with his little monetary investment there. I love this fic, and you should definitely read it!

Rules of Engagement

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 10,689 Tags: Humor, Weddings, Paparazzi

Summary: It's the most highly anticipated event of the year: the Royal Wedding Steve Rogers, formerly of Brooklyn, will finally marry his King Charming ...provided they can survive the tabloids, annoying relatives and the occasional swan

Reasons why I love it: I laughed so hard at all of the media formats in this – they really take this fic to a whole other level, it's so good. In general this fic is really goddamn funny and sweet besides, so if you need a good laugh today, put it on your list.

Dancing in Dubrovnik

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,334 Tags: Beach Holiday, Tourism, Humor and Fluff

Summary: “We haven’t really had a chance to talk about the elephant in the room,” Tony murmured, his chest humming against Steve’s cheek. Steve sighed, even as they rocked from side to side. “I know. I’ve been avoiding it if I’m honest.” He tilted his head to look at Tony, giving him a wobbly smile. “Sorry.” -- King Anthony and his consort Steve go on holiday in Croatia and have some Real™️ Talk.

Reasons why I love it: What a lovely vacation they're having, I'm kind of jealous. I love all of the friendship feels in this, Rhodey especially cracked me up several times. And oh my god, the dancing scene? Goes from sweet to hot as hell in the blink of an eye, and I am SO here for it. I love this whole series, and you should definitely read it, if you haven't already!

[ejunkiet]

(0-0) ej what is imp! david first times and should i prepare my tissues?????

@cashandprizes >:3 tagging you as you also asked about this!!

SO. this is an additional chapter to the devil is in the details, the imperium!David/Angel bodyguard au, where David is assigned as a security detail to the Imperial Consort. >:3

this was meant to be the final chapter, ending the series of 'first times' with a smutty chapter... then David/Asher became canon in the Imperium verse, and it was everything I'd hoped for, and this fell to the wayside ahahaha!

BUT. I still like the writing. ENJOY. >:3

It happens again. A stolen kiss against the kitchen counter, against the bookshelves in the library. His hands memorize their body, the places that make them release sweet sounds, and their hands map him in turn, until they’re marked with him, obvious enough that the rest of the pack knows. He’s in too deep, but he can’t find the space to care. He thinks about them, their hands, their mouth. They haunt his waking moments, even finding their way into his dreams. But they’re not his. And they won’t be. And so he holds it back, the burning possession his wolf feels, until he can’t anymore.

[arialerendeair]

20 questions for fic writers!

Both @teejaystumbles and @spockandthings tagged me in this, so let's get it done!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I just recently posted up my 668 work on Ao3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

5,129,415 words!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, Sandman!! But I also dabble in other fandoms, including Shadowhunters, Supernatural, and a few others!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In general- 1. Never Judge A Shadowhunter By Their Scent - 4,712 2. The New York Shadow Market (Featuring Protective Alec Lightwood) - 3,262 3. Magnus Bane: Certified BAMF - 3,252 4. A Curse, A Choice, A Claim - 3,031 5. A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement - 2,887 In Sandman- 1. Hopes & Dreams - 2,482 2. The Art of Seduction Via Longbow - 1,657 3. The Price - 1,220 4. A Husband, A Consort, A Nightmare - 1,089 5. Dreams Make Living Worthwhile - 1,022

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Indeed I do - sometimes months later (as a whole hell of a lot of people know right now from my comment reply spree, lol), but yes! I love taking the time to say thank you - even if you left an emoji - it made me smile and I feel like I should thank you for that!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

With the angstiest ENDING? (I'm a HEA stan, so hold on, this'll take a second.) Probably Learning to Say Goodbye - which has an open/hopeful ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

HAPPIEST ending? All of them. Oh man. I don't even know. What do you consider the happiest ending? The Titanic AU - Make It Count (which has the happiest possible ending)? Hopefully - My Hope of the Endless series? (And that's just in the Sandman fandom!)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have, yup! I tend not to as a whole, but it has definitely happened!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yes. What kind? Uh. Well. Everything from the schmoopiest first time possible to all-orifices fucking with magical tentacles, sooo? All of it?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY AND WILL WRITE SO MANY MORE. The craziest crossover I ever wrote is a 5-fandom crossover - set in the Sandman universe. I pulled in characters from the Hades Game, Supernatural, Shadowhunters, and Good Omens in and had all of them face off against Hell! The War for the Dreaming

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Unfortunately, yes, multiple times. I wish that on no person.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A great many, in multiple fandoms!! Shout out to awesome co-authors who keep me sane!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Omg I can't pick a FAVORITE. I've had so many over the years, I don't know if I ever could truly pick a favorite. Malec probably comes pretty damn close though, all things considered.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Candy Coated Nightmare. I want to finish it from the perspective of wanting to finish the story - but when the original creator of the gif story quit the fandom due to their work being stolen and stopped the project - finishing the story without them didn't seem right. So while I want to finish it to finish the story - I never will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've learned how to hack my ADHD brain and trigger hyperfocus whenever I want using a writing software. Which means I can write very obscene amounts of words, very quickly. (Also experience - I've been doing this for 23+ years now.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing and research. I hate editing, so none of my fics receive more than a cursory read-through at best. And having to heavily research a fic is what kills my enthusiasm for it faster than anything else, so I avoid it at all costs and make up things as I go along whenever that is an option.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love the idea - but i think you gotta use the AO3 feature that allows you to put the translation when you click/hover over it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Wheeew, we're going back to 2004, okay. Gundam Wing was my first ever fandom I wrote for.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

How the hell am I supposed to pick? I love Make It Count because that fic (all 120k) wrote itself. I love Together We Soar because it was the first long fic I wrote myself. (Long for me, anyways.) I love Alexander is Endlessly Surprising because I wrote 2 full sets of the Oldest Game and I thought I did an AWESOME job. I love The War for the Dreaming because it was an insane undertaking and I managed it. I love Magnus Bane: Certified BAMF because it introduced my favorite OC of all time - Oberon Onyx. So many more I could name, but I'll leave it there, at least for now!

Tagging @moorishflower, @cuubism, @blueberrymffn, @seiya-starsniper and anyone else who wants to participate!!

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Ambassador to Madness

Rating: NR

Warnings: No warnings as of yet

Status: In-progress (6/?)

Tags: Arranged Marriage AU | Alternate Universe - Erebor Never Fell | Goldsickness | Slow Burn | Family Drama | Leans a bit towards Fake Marriage AU | Romance | Mystery-esque | First Time | Dwarven Politics

Summary: All Bilbo wanted was to be an ambassador to one of the richest kingdoms in Middle Earth. Upon meeting its prince, his opinion is greatly lessened. However, Bilbo still finds himself agreeing to play the part of his consort to help free Erebor from the gold mad Thror. Turns out, Thror may not be as blind as his grandson thinks, and intends to use Bilbo to get rid of Thorin once and for all.

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New Chapter: Chapter 6- The Delegation from Mirkwood

“Here Bilbo. Since this is a Shire custom, it’ll make more sense if you’re the one to gift it to Thranduil.”

Bilbo unhooked his arm to accept the rather ostentatious object. A mighty frown pulled at the corner of his lips as he aimed a glare onto Thorin. The dwarf actually had the gull to chuckle with his hands held out defensively.

“I didn’t make it.”

“You were the one to commission it.”

“I thought you would appreciate the irony.”

“I’m never telling you anything again.” Bilbo complained.

Thorin’s laughter grew as he bumped shoulders with Bilbo. “Come now, Burglar. You should think of this as an opportunity to…”

“To keep secrets away from my husband’s ears? Yes, I think I shall.”

He hadn’t quite realized that Balin had stopped talking altogether until he chanced a look at the other dwarf only to see he had a peculiar look on his face.

“What is it?” Bilbo asked self-consciously. 

Balin only shook his head as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I suppose it’s just good to see you two on better terms is all.” 

They had just spent the majority of their time in Balin’s presence arguing like they always do. How exactly did that come across as ‘better’?

For more of this chapter, please click the AO3 link above!

[eclipsecrowned]

RE: Laerion. A key character point is how he avoids a leadership role. As AU fodder, if Rhaen*s was to take the throne and Laerion was born a prince, how does that change his approach to personal power? If something should still happen to his older siblings, would he take the throne for himself after his mother passes? If yes, how would his rule progress? // anonymous.

anon i just want it on the record i love u and i have been chewing on this literally since about 10 am this morning. this is everything i want in meta/au asks. i get to be so unwell about the lil bastards i make up with my own brain juice <3 i love hypothetical/if they were canon scenarios so much!

As for Laerion, well. I feel like there was always this feeling of like, the comfort of Laen0r's shadow in his mainverse? He's the second son, and he would sooner see La*na rule before him if anything should happen, as if it can somehow make up for what their mother went through. There's this earnest joy to him when he thinks of a life as advisor/council to a sibling, that he can have it all, that he can aid and support his family while still pursuing his own happiness at sea.

That's completely different in any scenario where he's credibly in line to the throne. A lot of it would depend on how differently he'd be raised by his parents in any event where his mother takes the throne, whether at the Council or saying 'fuck that. rebellion.' Laerion doesn't face the potential pass that is 'Eh, Laen0r and La*na have kids, if the lords of the realm push me too hard I'll just abdicate.' In fact, I think in his mainverse this is precisely what he does for Alyn by necessity since he breaks canon. Here, he's far too caught up in legacy and, in essence, the miracle his mother pulled in upending generations of tradition.

He is her son. Her last living child, in the scenario you described. He's got to make something of that, regardless of if he's as much the free-wheeling sailor or a more composed princeling. Plus, presuming that he was groomed to take a different throne altogether and represent his consort father's family in the future, he'd have a much stronger base than he does in mainverse.

(Not that I think either iteration of his parents would skimp on his stewardship lessons, mind. I just think it would be at two different octaves between 'the spare to the island' as compared to 'spare to the throne at best, doubtlessly becoming lord after his father at absolute least.')

Regardless, Laerion in this concept would have a sense of devotion and obligation to his role. He has to do this for his family, even if he would as soon give all of it up. Especially, I feel, for the siblings he lost along the way. Even if it's just a role he's playing to serve his family, he'll review his lines and steps to as near to perfection as he can get. The First of His Name. Son of the first reigning queen.

As for what his reign looks like... That will really depend on the foundation his mother laid down. I am not enough of an expert on the character to conjecture, she's just a MILF I froth over whenever I go into tags, you know? But I think he'd be devoted in legitimizing his mother's reign as much as he can, carrying on what works she pursued, working the PR machine for her almost as soon as she passes so that she is as entrenched and legitimate to the realm as Aeg0n himself, or J*haerys and Alys*nne. Slap her name on some building, chase leads towards getting some Divine Right of Queen propaganda going. Make sure the people remember her as a just, powerful woman, devoted to her people, whatever her rule might have been.

Once he's solidified Rhaen*s' legitimate rule and started getting people to come around to the propaganda, he's got a few core concepts. He's definitely looking at the last great T*rgaryen success story in his great-grandparents. Start small -- with smallfolk. Peasant court, beggar feasts, making sure the people know him, and that he can understand them on some level. He can never fully balance the scale without the Lords of the realm killing him outright, but he can at least enforce some new rights and make the plight a little easier. Some might grumble he spent too much time among common sailors in his youth, and they might be right -- he does this to aid those who there there for him on his ascent but will be forgotten by the singers.

Trade. Economy would be a major aspect of Laerion's rule. He's got connections in Ess0s and he needs to pull those strings before they can be pulled from the other side. He wants to bring prosperity to his realm in a way that will last, something that outlives him and benefits all in the kingdom. Strengthening bonds overseas, making sure that the gold and goods are spread around within Wester0s, provided he actually has a head for economy and not just trade, he might just get somewhere. Worst case scenario is he falls for some Trickle Down Economics spiel and starts over-rewarding certain nobles for their part in the game expecting them to actually pass it on to those who worked the fields/looms/mines.

Personal diplomacy is definitely going to be where he suffers most. He's very easygoing, not fussed with certain aspects of life. In mainverse, it's very 'I find someone I love and settle into bliss or I don't, it doesn't matter, my siblings have the family covered for future generations.' A king can't do that. A king can favor his relatives, but not without some backlash for his nepotism. I think balancing his fondness for the Velary0ns and his exhaustion with his mother's kin would be a hard line for him to walk. You can't exactly wine and conversation Daem0n into behaving as is his most common trick to foster amiable relationships. He'd have to send the madman to the Wall if he was still up and kicking at the time of Laerion's coronation just to know peace.

(Vizzy would be fine in this setting. Dude is making models of Valyr1a, his beloved wife is probably still alive due to not being a broodmare for the Throne, he's got a hellion daughter to mind and spoil, he's doubtless floating through court winning at life. It's Daem0n that would be the sore loser about the Council and we all know it.)

Back on track. I think he definitely makes personal plays to mitigate the control others have on his personal life and his future children. No Great House marriage, and definitely no marrying back into the family. He'd likely aim for a lower but still prominent House with no grand designs, or at least those that could not be brought to heel. Ed floated Bolton as a potential match, but I could as easily see Tarth, Frey, Dayne, Reyne, Royce, similar 'known but not as hot of shit as their liege lords' Houses. I also think he might indulge in more of a love match, but not totally guileless. He wouldn't marry solely to serve his position, but he also wouldn't ruin it with a disadvantageous match based solely on compatibility.

Wild as it is, I can also see him establishing something regarding Dragons. Regulations, perhaps. He is no rider himself, and based on certain maternal relatives, he'd like to keep the scaled nukes on a tighter leash. He might not be able to control Dragons proper, Targ blood aside, but he can control those who would approach.

Lots of progresses! He'd miss sailing so much, being landlocked, he'd want to sail to every place he could when his schedule allowed. Lords are either sick of him or love this man for the energy he brings every time he drops in. He also makes sure the smallfolk see and know him not just in KL, which serves his own ends.

Overall, I think his legacy is pretty good to the little people he gives a shit about. I'm less certain about the histories written by those in power, be they Noble or Church. I can see him being held up as a mild but successful king in pursuit of servicing the realm, if perhaps something of a nuisance or bitch for the way he treats his council. Didn't quite live up to the splendor of a king. Sept might go for it, but nobles likely mock it. Considered an underwhelming but not necessarily bad follow up to his mother's rule, more someone who laid the foundation for his own dynasty off of his mother's works.

[shreedle]

For the AU ask: In where everything is the same except the Trio are being haunted by the ghost of Human! Anankos.

(From this post here.)

I had a blast coming up with these, Kim! xD Thank you so much for the ask!

-The reason that Anankos ghost is haunting the Trio in the first place is the fact that they straight up drank dragon blood from the source. That's why no one else can see him, and it's also a reason why Mikoto and Azura and Shigure and Corrin wouldn't be able to see him, either (sorry Corrin, you being his kid doesn't count!). Those last four do tend to get a strange sixth sense of being watched while he's around, though.

-Anankos getting slightly jealous when he watches the Trio get close to their respective lords and fellow retainers in some cases. In a "Hey, you still love me the most, right?" Because thanks a LOT Kim, I now am Anankos/Trio trash and I will 100% wholly and utterly blame you for it.

-Odin just outright chats casually with Anankos's ghost whenever the heck that he wants (without mentioning him by name of course), and everyone else just laughs it off as "Oh, typical Odin, seeing things that aren't there." and Odin just. Hams it up as him "consorting with the dark spirit that eternally lurks over [his] shoulder" because the lonely human-dragon god is lonely, right? So of COURSE Odin should chat with him! Anankos is very amused.

-Despite being pissed that Mikoto didn't get to raise Corrin, Anankos squeeing like a doting parent whenever the Trio happen to be around Corrin. In one specific example, Laslow is with Xander when Xander went to visit Corrin and Anankos is just "LOOK AT THEM. LOOK HOW BIG THEY'VE GOTTEN. OH NO WHY ARE THEY NOT WEARING SHOES IN THIS WEATHER THEY'LL GET A COLD. LASLOW TELL THEM TO WEAR SHOES. OH AND MAKE SURE THEY BUNDLE UP PROPERLY WHEN THEY GO PLAY IN THE SNOW" and Laslow just forcefully smiling and trying to be himself because he's around his lord and Corrin and dammit Anankos please shut up.

-Anankos is the one acting (or trying to at least) as Selena's conscience whenever she's about to go on a spending spree because even though she gets paid well as a royal retainer (props to the trio for obeying that part of his orders), her pockets are not bottomless. Like "Selena no, put that down, there's a MUCH prettier one in my castle down there, kill my dragon self and you can take it."

-Possible outcomes for Corrin's Decision of Fate. 1) Birthright - Anankos whines and whines HARD for the Trio to go to Corrin because hey, you three PROMISED. So the Trio are frantically trying to find a way to go to Hoshido without making it seem like they are traitors trying to undermine Nohr from the inside and finally get the idea of using their canon reclasses. It works. Mostly. Maybe?

2) Conquest - The Trio go undercover with Anankos ghost working magic and assassinate Garon and certain key figures (coughIagoandHanscough). Anankos covers their tracks. The end.

3) Revelation - Once again, Anankos whines for the Trio to follow Corrin because THEY PROMISED. The Trio are less recaltritant about this. The only big differences are that Laslow (reluctantly) joins up with Corrin's party when Cyrkensia goes boom from the Vallites, and Odin tags along with Elise under the pretense of "fulfilling my sacred duty to Lord Leo and protecting his sister as requested!" (which is actually bullshit because Leo didn't order him so much as take the suggestion from Odin).

[ezra-iolite]

WIP Game

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

@hyraxas You son of a- DO YOU REALIZE HOW MANY DRAFTS/WIPs I HAVE!?! 😭 And the fact that I'm a LENGTHY WRITER DOESN'T HELP!!!

=w=' Don't say I didn't warn you.... Also I should be sleeping but I fancied doing this to help me get sleepy again. XD

Pirateformers Joka Ardhi Lore: The Evenstar Church

(Before I begin, just as a quick note, IT'S NOT CALLED THE SAVANNAH KINGDOM ANYMORE!! ASYA NOW COMES FROM JOKA ARDHI!!! ;3; I changed it cause it sounded racist... which actually works out in terms of world building and adding that extra bit of realism to the world and its cultural majority (i.e, Primus and its not so perfect ways). So just to be clear.... In the Pirateformers AU, most noble born or educated Primus natives, and most of the northern hemisphere, call the southern kingdom Asya is from The Savannah.... But the locals and those who actually know about the kingdom itself call it by its TRUE native name.... Joka Ardhi, the Dragon Lands. THAT is what I will be referring to from now on, whenever I mention Asya's homeland.)

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Asya's religion has mainly two names, its native Jokani name and either one of the two versions translated into Primus's native Common tongue. Each refer to the same faith that was properly organized into a widespread "culture and function based" religion by High Priestess Zahara, Asya's great, great grandmother and the second queen consort of Alunnui's reestablished Dragon Monarchy.

Established to help create traditions and comfort within the culture of the desert kingdom, this religious faith is more locally known as Nyotaism (Neo-Tah-Zim), which roughly translates to "Starism", a name very much on the nose in terms of its meaning.

When translated in Common or the language of Primus, it is more globally known as either The Astral Faith or the Evenstar Church, the latter being more referred to when it is translated into the Common tongue by the Jokani themselves.

A massive majority of the Jokani folk follow this religion, hence why Asya will often swear "by the stars" or "by the Evenstar" when she is frustrated or emotional. This is even more heavily impacted by the fact that a Jokani queen, be they the consort of the Dragon Lord or a female heir apparent that ascended to the throne to become Dragon Queen, are vowed upon their coronation to lead the church as its spokesperson or the face of the church, purely due to cultural tradition and how both practical and vital Nyotaism is to those who live both within the cities and as nomadic Dunefarers, where the wasteland of sand between each city constantly shift and the nights are cold and visible only under the dim starlight.

A Jokani queen becoming the face and voice of the church (but NOT a priestess or a church leader) is also due to Queen Consort Zahara, the platonically married wife to Alunnui's grandson, Dragon Lord Mzuri, being its founder, when she chose to change her title permanently to High Priestess of the Evenstar Church.... For she was the one who established the general faith towards the stars and made it into an openly practiced religion amongst the Jokani, one that soon became the backbone of organizational aid to the Dragon Lord's court and has since grown into a means of comfort and festivities for the kingdom, but never to be a power above the law and word of the crown, as written by Zahara's vow.

The diadem she wore has since been reshaped to bear a star ruby on its brow in her honour, and thus it became tradition for those who inherit the same crown to bear her responsibility, not as High Priestess but as the main practitioner and host for the church's traditions.

As many Nyota or Star priests will often preach in their sermons, "For it was the stars that guided the first humans here, lost and without roots to their old ways; It was the stars that witnessed their betrayal to the dragon natives that had welcomed them and asked only for respect to their laws. And in that war a hybrid child born of their secret union swore to those same stars, to his fallen forefathers amongst them, that he would take back what was stolen by the mortal deceivers, to pay for the bloodshed they caused. Those we call family and loved ones who have fallen since the sands were stained red are now above us, watching over us, guiding our way home and to our fates. Never are we lost, for the night will always hold open the path."

And (as a little something in terms of a placeholder/inspiration source for future art), upon the tapestry that adorns the walls of the royal palace lies the royal house emblem... a symbol of the church, the crown and the kingdom's ancestors represented by the three most important gods of the Evenstar Church's pantheon.... Ma'mwezi the Shifter Moon goddess; Usiku the Dragon Elder god, and of course the patron god of all Jokani and travelers, the Evenstar, who is often worn as a symbol of the faith through an eight-point star necklace. And upon the cloak of every royal guard, the pin and necklace of every royal born to the Ruby Lineage of Alunnui, each shall bear this emblem... the symbol of the House of the Dragon Monarchy.

(Legit just found this image on Etsy, it's just a placeholder picture until I can draw the emblem itself later on)

...... Like I said, I'm a lengthy writer. ¬3¬ And this is just a rough draft, as I'm still working out the pantheon and how to best describe who or what the Evenstar is~ In short, it's literally the North Star or the first star that appears at dusk, and it's viewed as like the head of the pantheon, like Zeus or Odin in a way, but it's not the only star based god of the Evenstar Church~

I hope you enjoyed my work so far! Let me know what you think!

[horanghaejamjam]

Daechwita: Teaser

“You know the king is lying to you right? You can’t even imagine the terrible things he does outside those locked doors.”

“The world is too harsh for an innocent flower like you. All I want is to keep you safe.”

“I love you so much but why do I feel you are lying to me?”

“You need to choose, me or him?”

“I choose...”

Summary: You were the kings precious little secret, the only thing that made such a tyrant feel human. That is why he kept you locked away, afraid of what would happen should you see anything beyond the palace walls. Unfortunately for him, his worst fear was personified in the young servant boy who was determined to show you the truth. 

Pairings: King Yoongi x Consort reader, Servant Jungkook x Consort reader. 

Genres: Angst, Fluff

Special Notes: Three (possibly four) part historical au story, featuring a love triangle but not a poly relationship. You get to choose whether you end up with Yoongi or Jungkook in the end. Slight choose your own adventure. 

Warnings: Mentions of torture and death, slightly toxic relationship dynamics, a lot of feels. 

Part 1 release date: September 21st, 2022. To be tagged when Daechwita is released please comment below or message me. 

Teaser: 

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” The kings eyes were dark and Jungkook was sure that if this was any other circumstance his head would be at the end of a blade by now. Yet the fates had aligned in his favor and he knew there was nothing Yoongi could do to him, not unless he wanted to risk you seeing. The king was a cruel and heartless man, but he would be caught dead before he ever let you see that side of him, that much was clear. Jungkook had to bite his lip to keep from smirking at the thought, knowing better than to test his luck.

“What do you mean your majesty?” he feigned ignorance, “I was simply making my way to the courtyard to finish my duties for the day.” There was no way Yoongi believed him but whether he did or not didn’t matter. Jungkook was merely making an excuse and using it to taunt the ruler, playing with his possessive nature like it was a ball being kicked around the garden. Maybe, just maybe, he could push the king to snap just as you turned around to see what was taking them too long. Wishful thinking for sure but a nice thought to humor, the sweet victory of tearing down a tyrant in front of his one and only love. It was clear he was having an effect though as he watched the kings jaw tighten. 

“You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yoongi hissed, “you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today you brat. Get out of my sight before I change my mind, and I swear if I see you near the Royal Consort one more time I will make your life a living hell, understand?” Jungkook chuckled to himself but quickly regained his composure, nodding and bowing with a sly smile.

“Good evening my lord,” Jungkook muttered sarcastically before turning on his heel and walking away before the king was able to process his attitude. Yoongi watched him walk away and shook his head with a huff before composing himself and returning to your side. He had wasted enough time dealing with that annoying servant and was ready to relax in your gentle embrace and forget the world. Though the nagging fear in the back of his mind was not going to leave him alone until he properly dealt with the hurdle that was Jeon Jungkook. 

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[jaskwritesthings]

Widomauk royalty au

tags: alternate universe, political murder and threat

(ao3)

Mollymauk had heard the stories, the whole bloody - and he did mean bloody and gory - tale of the Burned King. He knew how each rumour was told in hushed voices in quiet pockets around the land, tucked away behind hands held close to ears, lest they draw the eye of the Burned King and his wrath.

And what wrath it was.

Mollymauk had met with some of the former king’s council before, at events and balls, he knew how dangerous they were. Felt the oil on his skin just from standing near them. To bring the entire council to their knees so easily? Without a war or battle that left the land scarred? The Burned King was far more dangerous than any of the common folk realised.

He was also Molly’s last and only hope to survive his mad elder brother .

It wasn’t a secret how the people favoured Molly over his brother for the throne. Even Kingsley, barely walking, was a better choice in the eyes of everyone. Including their father. A mistake to have voiced it, Molly thought darkly. A part of him hated their father for dying, for leaving Molly with such a mess. Nothing but potential war, a younger brother who didn’t understand and an older brother hell bent on spilling their blood to ensure his right to the throne. He could have it, for all Molly cared. Of course what Mollymauk wanted didn’t factor into anything, it never had. Even a second son still had duties and demands on his person. Mollymauk had never really been free.

It was worse now. So long as he and Kingsley lived and breathed, ’s control of the throne would always have a weak spot. One his opposition would use to widen the cracks in his fragile rule.

Molly had no choice but to flee the murderous intentions of his sibling and to take Kingsley too.

The problem then was where to hide? Not with one of the council or a lord. They may be loyal to him and Kingsley, but brave? Not a chance. Not against . His brother inspired fear above all else.

So Mollymauk needed to hide with someone his brother feared. Which shrank the list considerably. Down to a single name if he was being honest.

The Burned King.

So here he was, standing tall, in fouled gaudy clothes gifted from a circus that had smuggled them across the border, in the throne room of the new king of the Empire.

Honestly with all he’d heard he’d expected - well - a burned king. Someone who’d earned their epithet. Someone scared or deeply disfigured. The Burned king was distressingly normal looking. Attractive even. With his copper hair and tidy beard and startlingly blue eyes. He was the type of man Molly liked to charm into dark corners of the ballrooms for a moment of ecstasy and freedom.

His appearance didn’t inspire the same level of lust as it should have…well it did but no one could claim that Mollymauk always had sense. But he did have enough sense to recognise the danger of a man whose title was not earned by obvious means.

“You are not what the tales suggested m’lord,” Molly pointed out without thinking about the consequences, cursing the idiocy that was apparently hereditary.

“And what do they say about me?” The Burned King smiled absent warmth or mirth. The two, frankly terrifying individuals, flanking his throne shifted subtly. The tense lines of their bodies making Molly sweat under his colourful coat.

“Many things O’Burned King,” Molly said, aiming for nonchalant and missing it by several miles.

“If you believe them, why come?”

“Who said I believed them?” Molly questioned, trying for a friendly smile but the hesitant way his muscles twitched couldn’t hide the lie.

“Am I so preferable to your brother’s reign?” The Burned King asked and he sounded genuine in his concern and curiosity.

Molly snorted, “Death would be more preferable to him but I rather enjoy life so here I am. Begging for you to take me and my brother in and keep us safe.”

“I don’t want a consort,” The Burned King stated and it was a rather shocking conclusion to come to that Molly hadn’t even really considered. Granted that was probably due to the starvation, lack of sleep and constant gnawing fear that had him jumping at every shadow. 

In retrospect it was the most logical option. The Burned King was, after all, courting war with by harbouring Molly and Kingsley. Might as well solidify his claim over the opposing kingdom while he was at it.

Mollymauk had always left the illusion of political marriage in the wake of his flirtations but had honestly no desire to follow through and settle down with any of the vapid princes or princesses he’d teased. He clung to every freedom his title allowed by the bloody tearing grip of claws.

The idea of marriage to the Burned King…wasn’t unappealing. He could be convinced. 

“Don’t you think we should have dinner first before talking about marriage?” Molly smirked, all fang and confidence that didn’t betray the shaking he felt. That at least got a chuckle from the Burned King and snort from the bigger of his guards, the tiny looking woman on his other side merely glared a touch more fiercely.

“Very well, dinner first,” The Burned King suggested brightly and Mollymauk felt himself relax by a degree for the first time in a long time.

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Hello!! So I've recently fallen into sagau, specially the cult plot, and I love it!! Are there any writers you can recommend? I love your fics so so much!!

OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME! (thank you btw ily <3/p)

@nicebonescomrade (the god of sagau, one of my massive inspirations, dragged me into the sagau hellhole and casually writes god tier works)

@lovesickeros (brainrots over the tsaritsa 24/7, has written an Ei fic for me before, i love him/p he has the exact same taste in women as i do)

@willowedwisteria (the master of fluff, if you want your teeth to rot from a sweet fic you should go to her, she's written for A LOT of characters, might write an angst fic out of nowhere and destroy you from the inside out but that's the price you have to pay)

@yxuesity (a sweetheart <3/p ngl i just realized i knew him from his main acc 💀 anyways- his fics have made my jaw drop and i've more than likely screeched about him either online or silently bc holy shit does he have some DELICIOUS ideas for the cult au)

@azempyrea (another sweetheart <3/p they've written a lot of consort aus and they make me froth at the mouth :) they do my ladies justice and i will forever love them for that)

@i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry (my other biggest inspiration, also dragged me into the sagau hellhole. All of their works hold a special place in my heart and i think about them all the time bc holy shit their works just <3 they itch that spot in my brain)

@ranalatus (i am cripplingly addicted to their imposter series, it is a problem :) they also have a few other fics, -sagau and otherwise- that are jUST they're amazing <33)

@myuni-moon (her works are like comfort food to me. They're damn near nostalgic of when I was only a lurker of the sagau tag and her stuff would come up. She writes the reader more as someone who takes up their role of god in stride, her and her works have a very powerful aura about them so i'd definitely recommend reading them!)

@sagau-villainau (their blog aesthetic is the best thing ever <333 They write about the Tsaritsa/the fatui au and its so scrumptious I love it so very much <333)

@karmawonders (Their works are so chill and comforting idk I love reading their works and having my brain rot it's so fun <3)

@nyan-tries-to-write (her brainrots are so <33 she also has a series Without a Fight that is VERY interesting! I can tell she loves it a bunch would recommend 10/10 very fun)

anyways im gonna shut up now i love all of these people very much and very sorry if the mention bothered any of you. Please go and check them out so we can be obsessed with their works together!