#ternaryflower53

[cosmereplay]

Tumblr won't let me post the whole piece of art that @ternaryflower53 @linus-wickworth @knight-of-skyloft @might-be-a-lynx (and some anonymous contributors) and I commissioned, but here have some sexy snippets. Thank you @pekgna for this piece of beauty!

The art is based on the excellent and extremely hot fic Time Well Spent by gemheart (rated Explicit, Rlainarin, plants as sex toys, RoW spoilers).

Want to see the whole NSFW image? See it here! ID for the full image follows. ID: A digital illustration of Renarin and Rlain by @pekgna. Renarin lays on his back on a bed, naked and spread-eagled, his arms and legs tied down by purple vinebud vines. Rlain kneels between Renarin's legs, controlling a vine using progression. The bed has three pots of vinebuds sitting on it, with terracotta-coloured buds, green leaves, and purple vines growing long and thick as a finger. The bed's blanket is cast to the side with a handful of glowing spheres on top. Rlain is in Warform, wearing his blue Bridge Four uniform with the sleeves rolled up, and cutouts at the shoulders to accommodate his orange carapace plates. He has slate-coloured skin with red marbling. His nails are long, pointy, and sharp-looking. His skull plate has the Bridge Four tattoo on it. His eyes are black with red irises. A vine curls around one arm and around his fingers, dotted with green motes of lifespren. The end of the vine curls and drips, slightly wet as his hand hovers between Renarin's legs. Rlain holds Renarin's thigh with his other hand in a reassuring, grounding kind of way, his thumbnail digging a little into the skin. Awespren, little dizzy swirls of blue, surround his head, and as he looks intently at Renarin, there's a little hint of a smile on his lips. Meanwhile, Renarin's naked body is slick with sweat. His head lolls to the side, his light blue eyes unfocused with heavy lids, and his mouth open in a dazed smile. Passionspren surround his head, and one has found its way to his dick. It's laying heavily on his stomach, a small gush of cum dripping across his skin. A purple vine brushes over one of Renarin's nipples and caresses his cheek. End ID.

[melancholic-pigeon]

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Tagged by @monstersandheartache, tagging @ternaryflower53 @simha-nakshatra @alyssumlovesthecosmere @sodamnbored @sugarspunfaerie and anyone else who would like :3

ETA: turned off reblogs because my notes are getting messy, please feel free to continue by making your own OPs though!

[flowerparrish]

[Podfic] An Experience Lost | fic by @ternaryflower53 | cover art by @kbirbpods

Star Wars: Cody & Fox | Rated: G | Length: 8 mns

Fox turns, then stops and stares. The person waving him down is Cody—there’s nobody else it could be—but he looks nothing like the Cody Fox remembers from before the war. It’s not just the civvies that throw him off, though that’s part of it. Cody’s wearing a brightly colored top in a loose, flowing fabric and a pair of high-waisted denim shorts, nothing close to the plain black shirt and pants that Fox is wearing. But even more shocking is the way Cody’s figure has changed. He’s not shaped like a standard trooper anymore. He’s still the same height, but he’s more slender than any of Fox’s troopers, and not in the starved, muscle-wasted way that would indicate a lack of food. He’s just…not as broad. And Fox can see the curve of breasts and hips, too, a huge deviation from their standard template.

Podded for @voiceteam for the challenge Guest of Honor

[cmarani]

I was participating in Obi-Wan Whump Mini Bang organized by @obiwanwhumpminibang. My job was to make art for this story: Impossible to stomach by werealldreaming on ao3 or @ternaryflower53 here. So here it is! Mah art! (and it's also on ao3)

[wander-wren]

after approximately 8 million years and only a few days before the deadline, i finished my fandom trumps hate 2023 fic!

this is a 60k+ monster that absolutely kicked my ass but it was also like, the most fun ever, and i'm so happy i did it and that @ternaryflower53 gave me such a good prompt. if you're a fan of watching me hurt todoroki, dadzawa, and a splash of tododeku, come on down! just mind the warnings, because, uh, somewhere there's a dove in mourning, we'll say.

[melancholic-pigeon]

@ternaryflower53

Redditor’s wife knitted a beautiful star chart shawl.

[cosmereplay]

Hi!! Sliding into your asks bc I've seen you mentioning Cosmere/Stormlight fandom events before (and seen them on ao3 collections), and I want to know where are people finding these events?? And are they open to participation?

Thanks for the ask! I don't know about all the events but I've been around for a few years so I know some of them.

Here's a list of all the Cosmere fandom events I can think of right now:

Weeklies! Check out these tags:

- #Moash Loving Monday - #Vyre Interlude VVednesday, #Rlain Rlendsday - #Mistborn Fortnite Friday

Yearlies!

Cosmere fashion month - June. Mainly on Instagram; edgebanter usually puts out the prompts on Instagram in May. Oh yes and on tumblr you can sometimes find Crop Top Week at the end of May!

Femslash February - You'll never guess which month ;) It's a pan-fandom event that encourages f/f shipping, since it tends to be the least popular kind of shipping across fandoms. A friend and I run @gal-palanaeum which gathers cosmere femslash art and fic and sometimes does events, such as the Cosmere Femslash Fest! The Cosmere Femslash February Collection on ao3 is loosely curated by me.

Canonically Queer Stormlight Holiday Season - All year, we celebrate confirmations or publications of queer characters and ships, such as Reading Leshwi as Trans Day and Bi Shallan day. The list of days is organized by @priscellie and updated as we get new confirmations.

Secret Sazed - December. A grand yearly tradition in the spirit of Secret Santa gift exchanges. I hear that it's mostly organized on facebook.

Stormlight kink meme - before my day there was a @cosmerekinkmeme blog that ran prompts. It's been dead a while but it's a great read. A couple years ago someone else started a kink meme on Dreamwidth and it still gets occasional prompts, though I haven't checked for any new fills lately. But it's still open! Some people have even posted their fills on the Stormlight Kink Meme Collection on ao3.

Fic events

These tend to come and go. Some, like the Aro Soulmates Fest, were multi-fandom, and others, like the Cosmere Mini Bang, were Cosmere-specific. (Both those events were run by the incredible @ternaryflower53, who is currently unable to run events due to illness.) @featherwriter was a big event creator and fic writer in early cosmere fandom days, giving us tumblr tags like #cfsbf (Cosmere Fandom Still Best Fandom) and fic challenges like Cosmere Fandom Still Worst Fandom (a 2014 collection of angst and whump fics). Fic exchanges tend to be organized whenever there's someone willing to dedicate about 10-40 hours over the course of 1-6 months, depending on the event (and how much time you want to spend making a tumblr sideblog and get the website juuuuust right lol). If I get a whiff of an event, I will definitely share it!

Upcoming events

Draw some anticipationspren ♨️♨️♨️ for an upcoming Teft fic prompt challenge! Follow @adamastache to get the info when it starts!

If you have an upcoming event, or if you remember another regular event I've forgotten, please sound off in the reblogs and/or notes!

[melancholic-pigeon]

Unpopular RRverse opinions o'clock because I'm feeling prickly for some reason:

Jason and Piper are actually adorable and have excellent chemistry with each other. They very clearly deeply love each other. I could argue they're soulmates, the way I'm soulmates with my best friends (you guys know who you are, if you think this is about you it is 💙).

It's just that their limerance was the kind where baby queers see something in each other that nobody else does and mistake their intense queerplatonic bond for romance, like how I accidentally dated a gay guy or two when I was fourteen!

They're two thirds of a whole, and the other third is Leo. They don't have to be boinking or romantic about it to be in love. They just have to love each other, and I think they clearly do.

(shoutout to @ternaryflower53 's lovequeer/aro Piper headcanons too, I think that's adjacent/in the same genre as this one~)

[greatshell-rider]

character bingo: murderbot

lowkey tempted to put not enough screen time. which is not accurate because all the series is from its pov BUT. i wish for more. MORE !

[melancholic-pigeon]

@ternaryflower53 we've brofisted over how hard it is to food so when I saw this I thought of you immediately 💜

People with low spoons, someone just recommended this cookbook to me, so I thought I'd pass it on.

I always look at cookbooks for people who have no energy/time to do elaborate meal preparations, and roll my eyes. Like, you want me to stay on my feet for long enough to prepare 15 different ingredients from scratch, and use 5 different pots and pans, when I have chronic fatigue and no dishwasher?

These people seem to get it, though. It's very simple in places. It's basically the cookbook for people who think, 'I'm really bored of those same five low-spoons meals I eat, but I can't think of anything else to cook that won't exhaust me'. And it's free!

[youarestellarverse]

hello i am SO curious about "but really it's nico's story" and "rrverse polycule"

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WIP meme!

HEY SO remember this post? That's where that title came from.

I'm not completely sure what I'm doing with it yet, but I started writing it out. I have a ton of these, small excerpts of scenes that might not end up anywhere or might end up turning into a multichapter or might just ultimately be oneshots.

The scene I have is a conversation between Nico and Jason, meant to semi-mirror their canon interactions, set during tech week for Sweeney Todd (Nico and Sally are assistant stage managers— re, they're the members of the run crew who wear headsets so Stage Right, Stage Left and the stage manager can communicate during the shows).

"Let me guess. The Smiths." 

Nico turns off his cassette player, his lips twisting into a reflexive scowl. 

"Virgin Prunes, actually." 

"Isn't that the one Bono was involved with before U2?" Jason sits down next to him, his hair a good inch longer than it was when they met and startlingly black. 

"You look like a sick, male Thalia." Nico almost lets himself smile when Jason snorts with laughter in response. 

"Yeah, black is really not my color. The same thing happens to her when she goes blonde. I guess she went through a Hole phase when she was about fourteen." 

He doesn't look terrible in it, but it brings out his stress. The circles under his eyes are a lot more pronounced, his usual tired paleness exaggerated into a stark, almost deathly pallor. It's worse when he's in the pure, blinding white of his costume shirt, a color that oddly enough lights Percy up like a— fuck. 

Nico shoves that line of thinking away as hard as he can. 

"Right. I forgot who raised you. That explains how you know about the Prunes." 

Jason smiles, and it almost looks sincere. "She got me into Stevie Nicks and Kate Bush, which sent me down a rabbit hole into goth and new wave. I like Sisters Of Mercy a lot, mostly because their music is in a good range for me to sing along with." 

He's not wrong. Nico can hear it in his head, if he thinks about it. He's not sure why the idea makes him so uncomfortable.

"You should be Andrew Eldritch for Halloween. Your sister could go as Patricia Morrison."

"She probably would. We were already planning on going as Billy Idol and Joan Jett some year." Jason sighs. "It was Percy's idea. He's threatening to go as Robert Smith." 

So much for avoiding that subject. 

Nico sinks into his auditorium seat. Percy's down at the piano, his bright voice carrying through the auditorium. 

"I am in the dark beside you, buried sweetly in your yellow hair!" 

I'm sure it'll explode in length when I get to House of Hades, but I'm still just over halfway through Mark of Athena at the moment. 😅

rrverse polycule is the next multichapter up after I finish HiOB, which is plotty, so I want it to be done before I post to hopefully prevent getting stuck and writing myself into a hole. MORE UNDER THE CUT.

The reason it's "polycule" is because it's the part of the multichapter that's from Percy's POV, as relates to the bit where he and Jason temporarily break up and Percy ends up being "fostered" by Clarisse and Charlie and Silena and Chris. There's some more chatter about that plotline under the tag #rrverse polycules, which I will add to this post for easy browsing!

It's pretty angsty so far. It will get worse, but it will also get better, I promise. 🥴

Content warning for references to self injury and unsafe kink.

"I didn't cut myself." 

Clarisse leans forward, her elbows on her knees.  

"I know. I've been debriefed."

Percy fidgets with the edge of the medical tape at his wrist. His arm itches. She hasn't stopped looking at him since he sat down, and he hasn't looked back at her at all.

"I don't think it looked as bad as it was. I told her I was fine because I honestly felt fine, and by the time I came down enough to realize I wasn't actually fine, I was already on the train."

"She should have stayed in the room with you until you came down completely, regardless of how 'fine' you told her you were, and you know that."

Percy is overcome with the distinct sensation of being dunked in cold water, without any of the clarity or release of the real thing.

"It wasn't intentional," he gets out eventually, slow and reluctant. "I didn't go in there thinking 'gee, I hope I find a shitty dominant who seriously hurts me'."

"No, you just slept with the first person in a pair of leather boots who insulted you and ended up in urgent care because she couldn't be arsed to do the bare minimum of her responsibility."  

There's an accusatory note to Clarisse's bright voice, but it's not directed at him. It makes him twitchy and self-conscious. 

"She did the bare minimum."

"She literally put a fucking bandaid on you and walked away." 

"Several bandaids, and they were very large." 

"And you still bled through your shirt and got an entire subway car convinced you'd been fucking stabbed because, again, she cut you so deeply you needed three fucking stitches, Perseus Read Jackson." 

("Your middle name is 'Read'? Shut up."

"You shut up. I'm named after the pirate queen. I would have been Estelle Anne if I'd been a girl— Marie is after Paul's mom, but Gramma Blofis likes sharing an homage with Mary Read and she thinks it's cute that we match."

"Okay, I would, too.")

"Thanks for drawing my attention back to it." He wants to glare at her, but he can't, so he focuses on the wall instead. "I just distracted myself from the pain."

"If you don't find a better way to do that, you'll end up in the hospital or worse." 

He scowls at the floor. He can feel her eyes on him, burning into his skin.

"I told you I didn't do it on purpose."

"Bull. Your subconscious figured out that you can say you're not hurting yourself without it being a lie if you get someone else to do it for you. Like, oh, some chick you've never met who's arrogant enough to try a kink she doesn't know how to safely do, that you've been doing for way too long not to recognize the sloppiness of her technique."

Shit.

"Okay, maybe I'm not being as careful as I should," he mutters. "And maybe that's kind of by design. I always feel really stupid about it afterwards, if it's any consolation." 

"No, it isn't, because feeling stupid about things is what sets you off in the first place." 

Clarisse crosses her arms over her chest.  She's in a brick red wifebeater, well-worn and thin enough that he can see the lace on her bra through the fabric.

Percy blinks, and finally meets her eyes. 

"When the hell did you get so observant?"

"You're not that subtle, pretty boy." 

"Why, Miss La Rue, are you hitting on me?" 

"Yes." 

The banter stops, with the abruptness of a cartoon character running face-first into a brick wall. 

She stares at him. He stares back. 

"You're serious." 

"Yes." 

Now that she has his gaze, she's somehow locked it in place with a shift in expression so small he can't pinpoint it— yet somehow enormous in impact.

He never realized it before, but she's actually hot.

She's not pretty, and she doesn't try to be. That's not what makes her attractive: it's the way she moves; the power in her stance; her bold, assertive attitude. That's why her renaissance faire character— the Red Knight, Slayer of Dragons, defending champion of the joust for two years running— has so many clamoring groupies, even though she spends almost the whole time shut inside her boar-shaped armor.

"I don't want your pity." 

"It's not pity, it's that I know what I'm doing and I give a shit about your welfare." She smirks, and something about it is almost feral. "And while I actually do think you'd be hot in one of Charlie's shibari harnesses, mostly it's because I'd rather you didn't fuck your way into the morgue." 

Somehow, her voice remains calm and even. It's like she's talking about the fucking weather. Percy's blushing at the mental image she just gave him and feeling torn open, pinned like a butterfly to a board, over the insight. 

"So, what, Beckendorf will tie me up and you'll kick my ass so I stop recklessly endangering myself by subconsciously seeking out the worst tops I can find?" 

"Pretty much." Clarisse leans forward, her elbows on her knees, looking more serious than he's ever seen her. "If you're not interested, don't feel like you have to take me up on it, but I'm not going to stand by and do nothing when you're in trouble."

He's tempted. Oh, he's tempted. 

The problem is, he knows that look, and there's only so long he can ignore the similarities. 

"How bitchy can you be?" he asks, half serious. She rolls her eyes, but he can tell it makes her happy that he's considering it. 

"Would my middle school levels of bitchiness be enough for you? I'm not shoving your head in a toilet, but I can think of a few other places I could shove it."

"I can't—" 

His voice stops abruptly, and he can't spit it out. 

"You can't handle someone being nice to you right now," Clarisse finishes for him, surprisingly sympathetic. "Which is why you're being reckless, and why I'm offering to be a bitch. I can be as mean as you need me to be."  

That one's longer, with bits involving the other three as well. It's currently sitting pretty at just over 7300 words. I'm imagining it'll become clearer where I'm going with it as I finish off HiOB!

Thank you for dropping by, friend 💜

[phoenixyfriend]

would you ever write a naruto/girl genius crossover?

Let’s play Writer’s Would You Ever

Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.

I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.

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OKAY SO the answer is, in short, Yes. If I ever have the time, I do have a plot in mind. I think I’ve even talked about it on tumblr before, but it does fall into my usual crossover plot of “canon plot, but Anevka is here to ruin everything.”

Basically, start in the Chuunin Exams. Various Genin teams run into a weird circle of metal women in the Forest of Death. They’re not statues, quite, but they don’t seem to be alive.

Usually.

Konoha shinobi know to be careful. The metal ladies have been there a very long time, and it’s one of the few things that the Jounin-sensei warn their students about in detail. You don’t fuck with the metal ladies in the forest. They give out advice, once in a while, and the one without a mouth will play games that have messages almost nobody can really understand.

But they usually don’t give orders. They usually don’t trap a foreign Jinchuuriki for hours in some hellish parody of a faerie circle (and Konoha shinobi wouldn’t know what the fae are, except one of the metal ladies explained when they first showed up, generations back). They usually don’t taunt passing Uzumaki with knowledge that there’s a relative in the woods with them. They don’t usually pause the most sensible-looking Konoha genin they see (it’s either TenTen or Shino), hand them a faded old business card with foxed edges, and tell them to make sure the Hokage sends for The Storm Princess.

Like.

That doesn’t usually happen.

But they do it, and the Hokage is like ‘Cool, I will absolutely do that AFTER the exams are over and I don’t have to deal with This Entire Mess’

Except then he dies

And it takes a solid month after for Tsunade to come home and take over and be like “Hey, what the FUCK is this outdated business card on Sensei’s desk? Who thought this was--what the fuck?”

So she calls together two teams: Team Seven (because they handle weird bullshit all the time, and also she kind of wants them out of the village for a bit while she Handles Some Things), and Team Gai (because TenTen got the card, and also Lee just got his legs healed and is being VERY LOUD about it). Gai himself is not going, because he’s needed Elsewhere, which means that Kakashi is stuck wrangling six teenyboppers, and the only one with a Tolerable Personality for any extended period of time is TenTen.

And they go to some weird biochemical research lab that’s mostly funded by nearby civilian governments, are greeted by what seems to be a human, but is revealed to not be when she steps away from the reception desk, and they all just. Wait there.

And then a Very Noble-Dressed robot woman comes out of the back like Well Hello There!

They can’t say her name. She tells them to call her Arashi-hime. They go with it because what else are they going to do? They pass over the card and she smiles and nods and tells them it’ll just be a moment to prepare the carriage.

“The carriage?”

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t quite move at your speeds for more than a few minutes.”

“I shall carry you!”

Lee attempts to pick her up.

He manages for about five seconds, but it is immediately clear that it’s not something he’s going to be something he can manage at anything approaching high speeds.

“I know it’s rude to ask a lady’s weight...” Kakashi tries.

“Oh, some 900 kilograms, last I checked.”

She is a robot lady. She is Very Heavy, and while someone could carry her, probably, it’s really easier on everyone to just get the Motorized Carriage, which is not a car, because it moves about on spider legs and is very unnerving to see in action.

“I don’t suppose you know WHY the metal circle asked for you?” Kakashi asks.

“Oh, the Muses tend to know things. Events are in motion and, well, I won’t say you need me, but I have quite a lot of information.”

I’m gonna be honest and say that, even if they try to like her, it’s really, really hard to like Anevka when she’s being an asshole on purpose, and sometimes when she isn’t.

Especially when she states that she wants to bring her own guard.

Which are Geisterdamen she appropriated from Lucrezia.

It’s fine.

[jessepinwheel]

16 & 17 for fanfic writer asks?

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

yeah I mean it’s probably not a coincidence that an anomalously large number of my stories involve characters interacting with alternate dimension/timeline versions of themselves and being absolute assholes to each other. but other stuff I’m always very :eyes: about is ghosts, which are fun, and psychological horror elements in the mind control adjacent area which is a fun, if unethical concept to explore. what is science fiction if not a way to think about incredible ethics violations

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for

well I’m never going to write a sex scene because I’m not interested in that kind of thing so you can cross out everything relating to that but also I’m never going to write a soulmates story because soulmates as a premise is just extremely unappealing to me for reasons you can probably infer from my stories. other things that simply do not appeal to me include modern aus or other wildly-altered settings (if I wanted to write about a different setting I would simply write my own story), wingfic (the premise just doesn’t add anything in a way that’s interesting), or stories about the characters just being absolutely miserable (because contrary to how it appears I don’t actually derive pleasure from making characters suffer). there’s probably a lot more but that’s what comes to mind

35 questions for fanfiction writers

[dai-bendu-conlang]

*please* tell me about the thought process behind the two different versions of "fuck"? it's such a cool and funny detail and i love it (also this whole conlang is very cool <3)

Thank you!

Okay, so, we were asked for a list of curse words in Dai Bendu and then started to think what would even count as an insult in their linguistic environment. And at some point while discussing that, we decided it would be fun to have something you truly shout when you are in distress, and something that’s just a “ah heck, did that just have to happen?” also “softly, but with meaning” is just a fun description for a curse xD 

It’s the difference between distress you feel the need to share with everyone and distress you only really need to vocalize for yourself. We probably had too much fun with it. 

Another fun insult we thought of, but haven’t translated yet, is “can’t tell the blade from the handle”.

[cosmereplay]

@ternaryflower53 I'm still thinking about "on the rebound" Lyn and alloaro Sigzil. Their aromantic pairing would be like a beautiful flash of light, like seeing a rainbow. They high five after and stay friends for life. Lyn will never beat the Highmarshal-and-Companylord-fucker allegations but it's still worth it

[melancholic-pigeon]

About the "zionist" authors -I really recommend Brandon Sanderson! His world building is so unique and immersive, and he tackles issues like SA, misogyny, and mental illness in some of the most respectful ways I have ever seen. It never ever feels gratuitous or voyeuristic like a lot of fiction on those subject matters does

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@alyssumlovesthecosmere @ternaryflower53 this the author you two keep making me deathly curious about right???

Blue, you might have have tipped the scales and gotten me to Put It On My List!