#the queer rogue one fic

[anghraine]

I know most of you aren't here for my m->f genderbent faves fics, but I also know at least some of you do read at least some of the fics. And I feel like working on one, but am having trouble deciding which to pick! So I leave it in your hands:

Love, Pride & Delicacy is a period-set, slow-burn f/f Elizabeth/Darcy fic.

Daughters of Númenor is an episodic AU where the Númenórean throwbacks in LOTR are genderbent; Aranor/Míriel.

One More Tomorrow is an Amon-centric Legend of Korra AU with f!Tarrlok.

The Lucy Skywalker series is a sprawling AU that is approaching the ROTJ storyline.

The queer Rogue One AU is a series/fic where every member of the core Rogue One team is queer, including a firmly lesbian Cassia Andor.

The fic for The Borgias has mostly unposted scraps about Cesarina's life as a marriageable young woman.

The unnamed modern P&P AU is this AU with lesbian!Darcy/Narcissa as a rich Seattleite.

The Lady of Gondor only genderbends Faramir and is Aragorn/Fíriel/Éowyn.

[cr1mson5returns]

Although I enjoy a good "Jack Drake is a physically and mentally abusive asshole and deeply homophobic" fic as much as the next ex-Catholic lesbian, I have to admit that I have a way softer spot in my heart for "clueless blundering ass who makes everything worse" Jack Drake.

Maybe it's because my own parents were deeply homophobic in a very different way to others. If you asked them, they'd tell you they have no problem with queer people. They don't care what anyone does in the privacy of their own home, really! Therefore they're not homophobic! But they just don't think you have to make it your whole personality. You don't have to shove it in everyone's faces. And all these new labels for things, what's up with that? Isn't it enough for people to just be gay or straight?

So because I do be projecting, I have a soft spot in my heart for Tim coming out to Jack as bisexual, and Jack just sort of...short-circuiting, for a hot minute. "Well, I'll always love you, son." And Tim thinks that this went pretty well, actually. But Jack later is maybe telling Tim that there are ground rules for him and his dates. Can't bring boys back to the house, strict curfew, has to let Jack know where he is and with whom at all times. Jack doesn't kick Tim out or anything, or call him names, but it's uncomfortable living there now in a way that it wasn't before. Jack has a weird vibe about him when Tim talks about a boyfriend or a male crush. Shuts down the conversation really quickly and won't entertain it any longer. Jack starts being critical of Tim in ways that he wouldn't if he didn't know about his son's sexuality; he asks why Tim feels the need to have a bi pride flag in his room, or why he has to make this his defining characteristic now. And Jack never actually says the word "bisexual." It's always "this." How they just need to leave "this" alone for a while, they need to not make every conversation about "this."

Because Tim is such a person to let a person's good characteristics speak miles more than their bad ones, if they're close enough to him. He has plans in place if Batman goes rogue, but not for his own protection, never for himself. Always for everyone else's benefit. He can live with what happens to him if he's wrong. So of course he'd never call his dad a homophobe, that's not - his dad didn't kick him out. Doesn't hit him or call him names or say mean things to him. It hurts his feelings sometimes, but he takes worse than that from street thugs every night. It's not like he can't handle his dad being a little weird about things.

Right?

[spacedace]

I've been working on a dp x dc fic that has rather quickly become the home of the "Jazz is Gotham's Favorite Psychiatrist" au I posted about a few days ago and I've just really fell in love with the idea of Queer Platonic Murder Gremlins Damian & Dani/Elle being absolute terrors to their family and deciding to get married when they turn 18 for the sake of avoiding various people trying to date/marry them to get to their family's respective shit (the Wayne's money & social standing in Gotham as billionaire socialites, the Nightingale's massive power and influence over the Infinite Realms as the royal family).

Damien casually mentions he and his demon beastie Elle got married the day before without even glancing up from his food and completely derailing what was actually turning out to be a pretty calm family dinner for once. His siblings are losing their shit because what the fuck Damian, Bruce is having a crisis - he didn’t even know they were dating??? And he just found out Elle's sister/guardian is the mysterious doctor that he thinks is making some of his rogues disappear??? Damian didn’t even invite them to the wedding has he completely failed as a father?? - meanwhile Alfred is just there knowing full well that the two kids are little Aro/Ace menaces - he bought them each their first Ace ring for Pride this year he knows what's up - and deciding "actually I have something to do in the kitchen" and letting the chaos reign.

The Nightingales are fully aware of what's up (Danny was the one who had to do the presiding over everything in the Ghost Zone side of things and Jazz is a notary on top of everything else and signed off on all the paperwork on the human side) and are just enjoying all the various entities that were pushing for an arranged marriage between themselves and Elle for power or whatever bullshit having hissy fits over losing to some human kid. They're especially having fun not telling Constantine the specifics of the whole thing and letting him sweat it out over the fact that the Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms apparently just married the "Demon Heir" whoever in - literal - hell that is and she now is in possession of all his soul contracts.

[prince-liest]

Re: that one anon,

You and Tzafael live rent free in my head fr, I am going insane over your fics 24/7 and have to stop myself from talking about your fic with uninterested parties who wouldn't understand why I'm so obsessed ALL THE TIME. I am cursed.

Do you have anymore interesting Tzafael lore?

-☠️

Ps. Why does art take so long I wanna post my painting already

I just hope you're half as feral about my writing as I am about the fact that you're out here being interested in my Hazbin Hotel OC, because the sound this ask prompted in me is best described as the verbal equivalent of a keyboard smash. U bring me so much joy, spirits.

Ahem!!!!! AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT TZAFAEL!

@spoondrifts, who knows and has studied significantly more about the subject than me, helped me figure the name "Tzafael"! To paraphrase them: The suffix -el means "of god". The hebrew word for eyes is einayim, which in its construct state would be something like eineiel/ayneyel, roughly transliterated "tzafah." It also means to watch/observe but also to predict or foresee, so "Tzafael" could mean a witness or beholder of god.

Tzafael is younger than Lucifer and knew him only a little prior to his fall. Their relationship with him is akin to how you would see the queer uncle who got kicked out of the family because he came out when you were like ten years old and didn't really understand much, except now you're also queer, twenty-nine, have established your own life, and suddenly realized you're living in the same city. Do you reach out? Do you duck behind a corner when you see him?

They... have not technically fallen. Nobody kicked them out. There's nothing physically stopping them from returning to heaven. That said: they do not often return to heaven, and heaven puts a lot of effort into not talking about why or what, exactly, they might be doing, but surely it's better that they stay gone. Nobody wants another Lucifer situation. And it's not like that! Really. Really. They haven't officially done anything wrong. Don't say the word "rogue," not even quietly.

This does mean that their halo still works and they still receive exorcist broadcast communications, though! You'd be surprised at how far the signal goes. It makes for a very interesting tea time, and they fucking love to gossip. It comes with being the Witness.

Their cardinal sin is pride. They enjoy the fact that they're almost the heaviest hitter possible in hell purely by courtesy of being a seraph so much. They like to think they stay classy about it, but those who know them also know that the best way to get a favor from the fallen seraph is to be polite and stroke their ego.

[thehallstara]

year in review

wanted to reflect on the things i've made this year. here goes nothing!

Games

ghost story is a point-and-click mystery made in unity as my final project for code coven's IGM course!! I genuinely think we managed a pretty solid concept and execution in two weeks, and if you like murder mysteries, this is for you!

lungs to burn is a short poem game made for the may 2023 bitsy jam, talking about wildfires, grief, and queer connection. featured in both indiepocalypse #43 and hand eye society's SUPERFestival. in general, the response i got for this one was kinda overwhelming (and a little confusing), but i'm glad it resonated with people! still very proud of it.

no postage required is another bitsy game, this time made for the trans game dev server jam. a somewhat-sequel to the end is near; or a letter to a lost love. there are definitely things i'd redo with this one but all in all, not too bad!

Zines

Kriah: a personal zine about some of my experiences with antisemitism over the years. definitely a heavy read but honestly i stand by it just as much as when i wrote it? idk as someone who has a lot of trauma from years of antisemitic harassment, this has been a WEIRD fucking year, and it's weird to revisit something i wrote at the beginning of the year that feels even more relevant now.

how to the hold the pain is a collage/web weaving zine i did for this year's blaseball zine jam, using blaseball narratives as a way to view crip theory and vice versa. i spent a LOT of time reading through articles for this (both academic and other) and every second of it was worth it. genuinely one of my favourite things i made all year.

Fic

i wrote a lot less fic this year than the previous two for a multitude of reasons but i still put out a few bangers!! here's a brief selection of my favourites:

swallow your guilt (blaseball, 13.2k), a story about the new seattle garages, the old chicago firefighters, grief, and finally growing up, all through the biased eyes of one baby "ruthless" triumphant

spectroscopy, or a snapshot of a light and that which it absorbs (blaseball, 2.6k), the coda to my bright zimmerman series. i technically wrote this in the fall of 2022 but posted it in march so it still counts.

somewhere there's a fire burning (rogue one, 1k), a character study of bohdi rook between the destructions of nijedha and scarif. my first non-blb fic! and still a banger imo

i play dead, come alive (hatchetfield, 12x100), character study of stephanie lauter during the events of npmd. now officially my most popular fic and honestly i'm good with that!!! i think it's a solid little fic.

just all of corona borealis. i did some good stuff about grief and growth this year y'all.

the back half of this year was mostly filled with portfolio updating, job hunting, and just generally struggling with everything lol but!!! i still made some cool stuff and am hoping to get more back to making stuff next year! it's where i feel most at home. have fun checking these out if you do!

[kabbal]

OMG i read the post where you said “[valeria] loves women but in a macho way” and i just… please, if you are able to spare some headcanons 🧎‍♀️🙏🩷

bruh I have a whole fic dedicated to Valeria getting bitches OF COURSE I have headcanons

When I say she loves women in a matcho way I mean she's a queer woman that gets mad amounts of pussy because she radiates power and the girls that hang out with the cartel want a piece of that. Valeria knows this and will take advantage every single time.

She's so fucking problematic, i need to hammer that in. The version of her that I love and go gaga for is someone that will take and take and take and may kill you if you ask for too much in return. the true girlcrime boss<3

a lot of the women she sleeps with are not attracted to her or to women in general, but that's not going to stop Valeria. If she likes her bed partners enough, she might buy them a Gucci bag. As a treat.

She's NOT a girl's girl. She won't do shit to keep women from getting trampled over if it mildly inconveniences her.

She might be queer but she's not an ally. As far as influencing public policy and politics she's far more interested in corrupting officials than campaining for gay rights. For me, she was more part of the queer scene when she was young, but she distanced herself from that when she started to be SomeoneTM.

Most of her macho ways come from entering the military young, and coping with the abuse she received as a woman (and a queer woman at that, not that she was out) by becoming meaner than the people who made her time there difficult. She absorbed the macho codes and became a master at them. This makes her an absolute nightmare of a person and also my dream girl.

She did have a girlfriend when she was in the army, as well as friends (the 'clean-cut senores and senoritas') she could be vulnerable with, but her girlfriend died and her friends met similar fates. That's when she started to think about going rogue.

She's a pessimist, but in a "the world will never get better so let's enjoy all of its vices while we're still standing" kind of way. She's got no one left that she cares about, so she's focusing entirely on making mad amounts of money and keeping her powerful position because that's the one way she's found to keep feeling good about herself.

She clocked Alejandro and Rudy as queer years ago but there's no solidarity there. She'll kill them if she must, because she's Alejandro's nemesis and he is hers (queer on queer violence)

That's a good chunk of my thoughts about her: as you can see, I love her for being an asshole. I might write yet another fic about her girlbossing toxic feats one day (and draw her with her girltoy she swears she doesn't care about)

[sitp-recs]

hello lovely liv!

i have to admit push and pull you down by mostlyvoid has me on a chokehold like no other, i'm obsessed with the dynamic between h&d and now am wondering if you know any other fics with a harry thats not content with his life meeting a draco who is showing him a different (like morally ambiguous) side of life? or do you have any rec lists already? i'm not even sure what bullet points to look for i'd appreciate your help :)

*elmo fire gif* love love love that fic! It’s short but super intense and the dynamics, dialogue and characterization are perfectly executed by @bonesliketambourines 🤌🏼 I don’t know any similar fics with those specific vibes but I think you might enjoy these. They play with jaded!Harry and morally ambiguous!Draco in different ways, some are darker than others but the Drarry dynamics are equally delicious. Enjoy!

Second Chance by @shealwaysreads (G, 2k)

Harry and Draco spent one long, perfect year together after the war, then the Ministry came calling. Three years later Harry finds his way to Draco’s door.

A Cold Spot in Hell by @drarrytrash (E, 8k)

When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire. If you wanted 8k of sexy arson, emotionally difficult arson, general arson, handkerchiefs, dread, and poetry curation, now is really your moment.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

Unfinished Business by cupiscent (E, 20k)

Ten years after the War ends, Harry and Draco still haven't got their act together. But maybe it's not too late.

The Laws of Gravity by @lettersbyelise (E, 31k)

When he runs into Draco Malfoy picking pockets at a charity gala, Harry Potter is forced to face the desires he’s avoided for years — at the risk of shattering the public image he’s so carefully curated since the war.

Dreaming Darkly by @quicksilvermaid (E, 40k)

It's five years after the war, and Harry is not okay. He hates his job. He hates Robards. He hates Ron's promotions and Hermione's concern. He chases oblivion in booze and weed and quick dirty fucks, but it's never enough. Then Draco Malfoy's face comes up on the case board as a murder suspect and Harry is thrown into an investigation that will take him to dark and dangerous places.

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (E, 63k) - Draco’s not morally ambiguous here, just unapologetically queer 🌈

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

A Pocket Full of Stones by waterwings (E, 68k)

A curse is spreading through the wizarding world, erasing memories of the war. Harry Potter is on the case! Where Draco is the DMLE’s most wanted dark wizard and Harry is the private investigator tasked with bringing him in. It goes as well as one might expect.

Criminal by @the-sinking-ship (E, 83k)

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less.

[castielstwigandberries]

if the supernatural movie doesnt include a reference to

nevada and georgia turning blue, stop the count, destiel making putin resign, sherlock season 5 rumors, destiel news meme, which political person had to be briefed on what destiel is now?, jensen looks like he was holding back homophobic slurs, weird cuts in the confession scene, which way was dean thrown now?, bury your gays speedrun, gay angels get send to superhell/eeby-deeby/cas plinko, recognizing the confession scene only by the first letters of each word, 'homosexual declaration of love', The Tapes™ (Release them now jensen!!!), meta analysis after 15x18, 'i gripped you tight and raised you from perdition' callback as dean saves cas from the empty, why lamp?, onion field, pizza man montage, parallels be paralleling, dean screaming cas name so loud in one take that people heard it blocks away, dean offering to kill sam if it means chuck brings cas back, the 4 year old son of lucifer becoming god, chuck won theory, 'we explore the nature of destiel in act two', excitement for a long finale which could only be about dean saving cas, right?, the insanity inducing quotes of the day for episodes, 'the night we met' and 'angel with a shotgun' songs of the day on set, filming in a barn, worst finale ever (even worse than game of thrones), weirly short with 11 scenes cut, two thirds montages, carry on wayward son playinf twice, back to back, one a weird cover version, vampmimes, no cas in the finale but instead some random vampire from season one no one remembers, dean finally gets nailed from behind, dean dies from tetanus, party city wig, good cars go to heaven, Car/Cas and Biden/Bi!Dean/Bye!Dean, 'cas helped', blurry wife, misha and jensen are not in the thank you video, everyone was supposed to be at the roadhouse originally but no one was informed of those plans, walker backdoor pilot, covid/capitalism destroyed everything, misha was in vancouver for filming the last episodes and was in less episodes than he was contracted for, misha denies ever having been in vancouver, misha says originally he was supposed to be in the finale as jimmy, misha says cas was supposed to be in the finale and 'sidle up to dean in the roadhouse', heterosexual destiel whose kisses would have created entire universes, destiel reciprocated in spanish, rogue translator, #TheySilencedYou, Jensen Ackles sexy silence, jensen ackles longcon, deanbenny breakup in season 8 script leak, Heller Obama, fake italian dub, misha collins x bill clinton sex scandal, misha addressing the "scandal" and tagging bill clinton and monica lewinski, 'still beautiful, still dean winchester', mishapocalypse 2.0 and 3.0, 'eyes like the sky' beer from jensens brewery rumored to be misha description, cockles anniversay photo, chaos machine jensen ackles' production company, 'rainbow road' beer close to deans birthday, blue green ('destiel') shotglasses from jensen brewery, ash and ellen's actors roleplaying roadhouse reopening in twitter, people think they are planning destiel wedding, disappointment when thats not the case, fans celebrate Destiel Wedding anyway on Valentine's Day 2021, fallout with both actors after one said a 'queer interpretation would damage the integrity of the show',

*takes a deep breath*

jared calling cas junkless and comparing his love for dean to the love he has for his children, misha collins cameo including 'still beautiful, still dean winchester', saileen and midam wedding, spn prequel announcement and subsequent j2 fallout, '@/robbiethompson et tu brute wow. what a trully awful thing you've done #bravo you coward', the prequel being about the least favourite characters of supernatural and a love story disproved by canon, 100000 destiel fics on ao3, misha tweets about that, rumors if mishas secret ao3 account, real italian dub going 'you're kinda okay' instead of i love you, misha tweeting a video of him saying 'te amo' in response to that', jensen saying if there'd been more time he (he meant dean but he used first person pronouns) would have hugged cas and said 'i love you too', first anniversary, misha collins coming out as bisexual on accident and then saying he 'happens to be straight' three days later in a five post apology thread, hot sauce from adam/micheal actor advertised by him playing midam, casbaiting in the winchesters trailer, jarlos shipping by winchester main actors, dean with beard and turtleneck, jensen saying he wanted misha in the winchesters but it didnt work out because of scheduling conflicts but hed be there in a season two shortly before the show was cancelled, death of the rogue translator and destiel getting dragged to the trending page every time there is news

*panting* then i dont want it.

yes this is all i could remember without looking it up

[cloverthebarbearian]

Hello Little Freaks in my Phone

NO Minors/Proship

You can call me Clover

Just a They Them Bisexual in their early 30s who just, is experiencing Powerful BG3 feelings. This is where that's gonna go now.

My Writings:

Rolan: The Party P1, Alone Together P2 NSFW Thank You Thigh F*cking Headcanons NSFW Do You Think Of Me...? NSFW

Rugan: Headcanons Masterlist NSFW Room On Wintershield NSFW

Uktar: Secret Meetings P1, P2 NSFW, P3

I will take requests! For silly little one off short fics or HCs!

SFW/NSFW:

Rolan

Rugan

Dammon

Uktar

SFW ONLY:

Halsin

Astarion

Shadowheart

Also here's an ask I got about what I would/wouldn't write about & its definitely not all inclusive but I'd recommend giving it a peak ok thanks :)

(Under cut is just additional about me info 🫶🏻🫶🏻)

Rolan is my number one man the LOML I need him carnally emotionally vulnerably erotically all of the above. I also love Rugan & Uktar & would love to live domestic bliss w them as my two horrible husbands. I also also love Raphael & Gortash (won't write for him by request though because nobody understands them like I do in my beautiful brain) & I also also also love Astarion & Halsin & Shadowheart if all of them were dating & in a loving supportive relationship revolving around growth & comfort & bodily autonomy & kissing each other so so sweetly :3

If you're reading this part also teehee! Um, if you send me asks about my Tavs or Durges I'm kissing you on the mouth WITH tongue I have TOO MAAANNNYYYYY but I will answer virtually anything related to them hehehehahaoehoahoehooohoo

Current TAV's:

Clover - They/Them (Agender/Bisexual/Polyam) - Duergar Dwarf - Path of the Beast Barbarian (Chaotic Good)

Zaven - He/Him (Cis Male/Pansexual/Polyam) - Half Drow/Half Orc - College of Swords Bard (Neutral Good)

Sha'drah - She/Her (Cis Female/Asexual/Monogam) - Githyanki - Way of the Four Elements Monk (Neutral Good)

Tundra - She/Her (Trans Female/Lesbian/Polyam) - High Elf - Tempest Domain Cleric of Talos (Chaotic Neutral)

Jvalana - They/She/He (Polygender/Queer/Monogam) - Human - Wild Magic Sorcerer/Divination Wizard (Chaotic Neutral)

Rosaline - She/Her (Cis Female/Straight/Monogam) - Shield Dwarf - Warlock of the Great Old One/Necromancy Wizard (Lawful Neutral)

Current Durge's

Emerald - He/Him (Cis Male/"Straight"/"Monogam") - Green Dragonborn - Assassin Rouge (Neutral Evil)

Daley - She/They (Demiflux Female/Bisexual/Polyam) - Mephistopheles Tiefling - Evocation Wizard (True Neutral)

Symphony - She/He/They (Genderfluid/Lesbian/Monogam) - Seldarine Drow - Warlock of the Archfey (Chaotic Good)

Eona - She/Her (Cis Female/Bisexual/Monogam) - Strongheart Halfling - Way of Shadow Monk (Chaotic Evil)

Viereth - She/Her (Trans Female/Straight/Polyam) - Lolth-Sworn Drow - Thief Rogue (Chaotic Neutral)

Jasper - He/Him - (Cis Male/Gay/Polyam) - Half-Orc - Oath of Devotion Paladin (Lawful Good)

[emotionaldreamer]

My Fic Recs

Here is my long list of fanfic recommendations that I have devoured and feel like you should all go and read

Last Updated: 31.03.24

Currently Obsessing Over Reading:

* AlI Really Want Is You by @loveshotzz

* Secrets Underneath by @justmeinadaze

* And I Need To Know by @the-unforgivenn

Eddie Munson

♡ All time favs ♡

⋆ worlds apart by @munsons-maiden

⋆ closer by @loveshotzz

⋆ Twenty Four Hours by @ghost-proofbaby

⋆ Honey I'm Home by @trashmouth-richie

⋆ I can't carry it for you but I can carry you by @the-wild-wolves-around-you

⋆ caught fire by @flamingo-writes

⋆ punk rock girl by @sunflowergirl522

⋆ play pretend by @webslinger-holland

⋆ lost and found by @so-mordor-itis

⋆ cherry blossom coloured kisses by @queers-gambit

⋆ can I borrow your bed by @hard-candy-writing

⋆ at the mercy of pain by @storiumemporium

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ Series ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ ravenloft by @cambria-writes

⋆ the metal head and the material girl by @loveronlineee

⋆ anybody have a map by @spiderrrling

⋆ The Yes Policy by @pinkrelish

⋆ sunday bloody sunday by @mrdcks-spaghetti

⋆ gentle with me by @swingsuckerswing

⋆ take a chance on me by @mycurrent-hyperfixation

⋆ three by @loveronlineee

⋆ meet the munsons by @mypoisonedvine

⋆ she's a freak by @buckysdolls

⋆ love letters by @quinnsmunson

⋆ live wire by @chaseadrian

⋆ catholic! reader x eddie munson by @prettyboyeddiemunson

⋆ no more running by @anothermunsonsimp

⋆ Eddie and Bird by @eddieandbird

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ One Shots ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ you made me hate this city by @marvelsswansong

⋆ untitled - e.m by @flamingo-writes

⋆ one scoop for two by @loveronlineee

⋆ gold rush by @marvelsswansong

⋆ i was made for loving you by @milkiane

⋆ little witch by @peterthepark

⋆ following the herd by @uglypastels

Steve Harrington

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ Series ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ colors by @loveshotzz

⋆ head over heels by @theowritesstuff

⋆ off limits by @steveharringtons-lover

⋆ take on me - by @appocalipse

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ One Shots ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ new years eve by @loveshotzz

⋆ heartstopper by @forever-rogue

⋆ I'm just getting comfy by @mypoisonedvine

⋆ let me protect you by @mayhem24-7forever

⋆ have you seen her by @luveline

divider by @firefly-graphics

[anghraine]

In honor of getting notes on my old Jyn/lesbian!Cassian post, I thought I'd finally post the revised version of the story's finale! This part was originally a gift for master enabler @ladytharen <3

title: whatever we deny or embrace verse: queer Rogue One/f!Cassian AU (6/6) characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso; Baze Malbus, Bodhi Rook, Chirrut Îmwe; Jyn/Cassian, background Baze/Chirrut stuff that happens: After five years of ups and down through the war, Jyn makes a decision about her future with Cassia. previous sections: prologue, part one, part two, part three, part four

PART FIVE

“You know,” said Jyn, flopping into the co-pilot’s seat, “we’re probably not going to die.”

Cassia’s attention lifted from a quintuple-check of her flight calculations. She always repeatedly confirmed the calculations, even though after five years together, the entire team knew she could make them on the fly, at near-impossible speeds. As far as they could tell, though, she didn’t use it as a distraction. It was just the usual paranoia that had kept her alive this long.

“Probably,” she agreed, with one of the faint, warm smiles she reserved for Jyn. “It’s a simple—”

“I don’t mean this operation,” said Jyn. “I mean at all, until …” She didn’t believe in jinxes, but until we’re old felt like tempting fate. She settled for, “It could be years. Decades. The odds are for it.”

She was twenty-eight years old. Only now had it struck her that she might see thirty.

-----

Two years after Jyn kissed Cassia on a shadowed turbolift, they had settled into something. Lovers, Jyn supposed, though it didn’t sound right. She only ever thought of Cassia as “Cassia,” and sometimes “she,” a she that eclipsed every other one. Cassia was the senior operative partnered with Jyn; she was Jyn’s closest friend; she was the person who trailed her hands and mouth all over Jyn’s body, painstakingly learning it; and she was the person who cared more about Jyn’s welfare than anyone left breathing.

Jyn didn’t care less than Cassia. She knew that, and flew into quiet fury the few times anyone suggested otherwise.

Cassia wasn’t among those anyones, and yet Jyn sometimes thought she believed them. Or believed the same thing. Jyn cared so much that she once fled from it for weeks, choking on the blur of affection and need and snarling protectiveness. Cassia never understood why, even after. Even now, Jyn suspected.

A full year and a half had passed since Jyn stumbled into an incoherent attempt at reconciliation that Cassia easily accepted. These things always appeared that bit easier for her; Cassia accepted her own feelings, whether for the Rebellion or Jyn, as compulsory and immutable. In fact, she seemed to care for Jyn in very much the same way that she did the Rebellion—no sudden jabs nor expectation of reward, just a truth that pervaded every cell and breath.

Jyn couldn’t be like that about anything. Moments passed when she didn’t think of Cassia at all, for no other reason than that she was preoccupied with something unrelated. But the smallest things could bring her to mind, at times so intensely that Jyn would have bled to have her near.

For Jyn, caring could never be something all but willing itself into existence, strengthened by respect and liking but independent of them, a star on its own path. She couldn’t be Cassia. For her, it was thought and heart and action, felt for reasons and chosen for reasons. She’d chosen Cassia, for better or worse.

Cassia did seem happy—occasionally lonely, and shyer than expected, but she lit up at just about anything, and lavished a high-strung affection on Jyn when she thought it welcome. In all honesty, it took Jyn a good while to recognize Cassia’s worrying and periodic lectures as affection, rather than the chiding they would have meant from Saw, or demands from suspect allies, afterwards.

Once she realized what they meant, she … well, she didn’t mind that much, now knowing why Cassia insisted on running through mission objectives so many times, or complained about Jyn’s fringe diminishing her range of vision, or went on about Jyn needing higher caloric intake, as if she had any room to talk.

But Cassia took just as long to distinguish unwelcome from confused. Beyond that, she could seem almost droid-like at times, recording and categorizing moments for later perusal. It felt a little as if she were hoarding for a long winter, unlike Jyn, who returned to her because she decided that she’d rather live in what moments she had than bleakly survive.

Jyn didn’t say love, or often think it. That wasn’t her; she never could reduce her feelings to words. But when she did think it, the awareness seemed to blast through her entire body, Cassia and I love you filling her mouth like electricity.

The worst, the absolute worst, was early on—when Jyn turned away and Cassia promptly withdrew from everyone. She didn’t do it the way that Jyn had withdrawn from her, but in a strange and awful Cassia way where she turned as uniformly pleasant as she was undercover. Cassia even smiled politely at Han Solo when she delivered a message from the princess (to whom he wasn’t speaking at the time).

“I’ll be damned if she orders me around,” he grumbled afterwards.

“She’s a commander,” said Jyn. “It’s in the job description.”

He blinked at her. “She’s a general, but that doesn’t mean—”

“No, she isn’t. She’s a commander.”

They stared blankly at each other for a moment. Then Solo’s disgruntled face cracked into a smile—not smarmy the way he could sometimes be, just amused.

“I was talking about the princess,” he said. His voice lightened further. “Is Andor sick or something?”

Jyn’s opinion of him jolted upwards. Apart from Baze and Chirrut, hardly anybody else seemed to notice the oddity in Cassia’s behavior at all, except as a sudden good mood. All the while, Jyn’s own dismay escalated, the flat misery of I loved you, I miss you climbing to no, I love you, I didn’t want this, I was afraid but it’s not what you think, I love you.

It was a rough nine weeks.

In fairness, it would have been five weeks if not for Cassia running away. Technically, she accepted a brief solo operation from Draven—otherwise known as running away. And then "complications arose," whatever that meant (classified), and something that should have lasted nine days took four and half weeks, while Jyn tried to ignore Baze’s sullen fretting and believe Chirrut’s assurances that Cassia was alive and healthy.

She’d wondered, back then, if Cassia even knew she had people worrying about her.

Sometimes she wondered if Cassia knew it now. She certainly looked surprised every time Baze or Jyn implied she’d be around in the future, if they all lived. She always had seemed surprised at that, even before the hellish separation. But then, Jyn couldn’t have said she didn’t feel the same.

Oh, Jyn rarely dwelt on the idea of losing Cassia, hardly allowed for the possibility. It was a possibility, of course. Cassia might abandon her, as so many others had done—but Jyn feared that less than she would have expected. Before they so much as kissed, Cassia had proven herself beyond anything Jyn could have imagined, or wanted. The weight of Cassia’s half-broken body, the scent and sight of her blood, still wafted into Jyn’s memory and dreams. More probable than another betrayal, much more probable, was—

She steadied a ragged breath.

Cassia didn’t lack self-preservation, as such. As long as her every breath served the Rebellion, or Jyn, she would fight for them. Not for herself, though she didn’t want to die—nothing for herself, frustratingly. It didn’t seem calculated risk so much as some fundamental quality of her being. If her death meant the Rebellion’s survival, so be it; if her death meant Jyn’s survival, so be that.

It was hard to believe Cassia would survive the war.

Jyn’s odds probably weren’t good, either, but it seemed different to her. She was reckless and determined, not sacrificial. Without difficulty, she could admit to herself that she wanted this or that. Only with the Partisans had she ever thought I want and not reached for it, and then only because she wanted Saw’s approval more. She might have dedicated her life to the cause, but that life mattered beyond it, mattered because it was hers and she wanted to live.

She probably wouldn’t. Probably, they would die together, and Jyn felt a certain consolation in that. And if she did live—she’d tried not to think of it, hadn’t ever followed this track of thoughts so far—if she did survive, she might well survive Cassia. Very likely survive Cassia.

The realization came as a hot jolt in her chest that crackled into her throat and gut. But her cheeks and hands chilled, despite the heavy evening air, as if the flash of panic had drawn its warmth from her skin. More bizarrely still, she was neither alone with her thoughts nor in any particular danger, just eating dinner in the mess hall.

Her food abruptly passed from unappetizing to nauseating. No, Jyn decided. No need to look for trouble when they already had so much of it. If that day came, she’d face it then. If it didn’t, she’d … not face it, she supposed. It was hard to imagine surviving.

But if they did, maybe they’d find their way, eventually.

-----

The day that Cassia turned thirty, they all celebrated.

It wasn’t a birthday celebration, really. Cassia’s official date of birth came from the combination of a) her stated age and month of birth upon entering the Rebellion, b) conversions of Fieste’s calendars to Standard, and c) a randomly selected number. She hadn’t known the exact day at six, so she didn’t know it now, and the droid-generated birthday held little significance for any of them.

Still, the recognition did mean something, their ranking leader’s record switching from Age: 29 to Age: 30. It meant more with the unspoken—unspeakable—knowledge that they might well see her, and all of them, live for much longer than that. They might survive.

“To living!” Bodhi cried, lifting his bottle of Corellian ale. He’d acquired good quality alcohol through what he termed my contacts, which Jyn was pretty sure meant I asked Luke and he asked Solo. But it was just them, tonight.

The rest of the team raised their own bottles.

“To living,” they repeated, and with satisfying clinks, gulped down their first mouthfuls of ale.

They’d made it about all of them, thought of it as about all of them, but Cassia looked flushed anyway. Maybe it was the ale. Maybe it was just a change in the light. Or maybe it came from the long gaze Cassia and Jyn exchanged as everyone laughed at something Chirrut had said and Jyn’s eyes lingered on her afterwards.

That wasn’t Jyn’s fault. Cassia almost never smiled fully unless Jyn did it first, or kissed her, but then Cassia would dip her head with a sudden press of dimples, and glance through her eyelashes in a way that Jyn considered a personal affront.

They all allowed themselves the time to celebrate into early the next morning, gossiping about various Alliance spats, toasting variations on the Empire’s dying and we’re alive, ha, and speculating about everything from which planets would join them next to Chirrut’s amorphous concerns about Princess Leia’s pregnancy. Among themselves, Jyn and Cassia considered it careless and surprisingly irresponsible, but tonight, they didn’t care.

Even after this many years, Jyn could hardly believe herself, contentedly drinking in public, pressed up against the arm of a person she’d shared a bed with for five years, eager to hear four friends talking about nothing of significance.

For herself, she couldn’t remember any urge towards speech in her life, or at least her life from the moment that she huddled silently in her parents’ hideout. But she liked to listen to the others’ conversations.

All of them, really. Chirrut with his mantras, Baze with his grumbles. Bodhi muttering nervously or irritably or, more often these days, mildly. Cassia’s low replies to this or that, or Cassia charming their way out of trouble, or—she tried not to think about it just then, but Jyn, Jyn, please, Jyn echoed through her mind, and so did the memories of lying in a haze afterwards, listening to soft, murmured words she couldn’t understand.

Cassia also whispered in Alderaanian when she woke Jyn out of nightmares and tried to get her to wind down. It helped, hearing Cassia’s voice without any need or possibility of comprehension. And Cassia used it during her own … thing. She got lost, sometimes, in her head. Not often, and never anywhere but alone with Jyn in hyperspace, the only time she felt truly safe.

She’d said that much to Jyn, and Jyn silently, expressionlessly basked in it. And Jyn also liked listening to her when—

Well. A lot.

After they finally retired to their quarters, Jyn waited for Cassia to switch on the lights and silently evaluated how tired she was. A little, not too much.

Without warning, Jyn tackled her and pinned her to the wall.

Cassia laughed. “Jyn, what the—”

Although Jyn didn’t much trust herself with words, they did serve their basic function of saying more than her face could.

“We’re alive,” she whispered, and leaned up, releasing Cassia’s left wrist long enough to slip a hand into her hair. Then she trailed her fingertips down Cassia’s cheek to her throat, lightly resting a thumb over her pulse.

Actions said more.

Cassia’s lips parted, tongue darting out to wet the lower lip, her eyes very dark as bewilderment flashed to understanding. Jyn always liked that moment—maybe not best, but near to it. With a familiar clench in her stomach, she pressed closer, sliding her hand back into Cassia’s hair and kissing her throat. Jyn could feel Cassia’s pulse rushing under her mouth, breath quickening against Jyn’s hair.

When Jyn scraped her teeth against her throat, Cassia drew a rough breath and tilted her head back. She couldn’t really be more obvious, but as always, Jyn took care to ask,

“Are we good?”

“Yes,” murmured Cassia, with a soft smile. “We’re good.”

-----

The battle below Endor, fought far away from their then-current mission, did not end the war. It would have done far less than that, if not for the Emperor’s death. As it was, the Rebellion threw the higher ranks of Imperial government into divided, scattered chaos in one stroke. The Empire surely would be overthrown; within a few months, they knew it was only a matter of time.

The certainty did little for Jyn and Cassia. They thought of themselves as members of the Rebellion more than the Alliance, driven on by conviction in the cause rather than its organization or most people in it. In the months after Endor, though, their work for the Rebellion became—different. Still useful, still needed, but less urgent, less military.

“Slimier,” said Baze.

Jyn and Cassia couldn’t disagree.

Intelligence operatives would always be necessary, of course, in peace or war. Cassia poked around enough to suspect that the higher-ups planned to transition the more successful operatives to government work as the New Republic formed, or to use them as groundwork for a New Republic organization of some kind. Jyn and Cassia regarded the idea with professional disinterest and personal repugnance.

“We’re doing this to free the galaxy,” Cassia snapped. “Not to sneak around for bureaucrats.”

“Exactly,” said Jyn.

They confined their discussions of it to the ship, where they now confined virtually any discussion of importance, and which they regularly swept for surveillance. Cassia and Jyn trusted their leaders’ ideals but not their methods, and held their privacy as sacrosanct. They had precious little of it, except sometimes on leave.

They’d rarely claimed their leave over the last five years, when it was available at all. Now they requested it as often as possible, especially after their more trifling assignments. As those took up greater and greater shares of their work, and recruits flooded the Rebellion, Jyn couldn’t help thinking of the future.

Would there even be a point when the Alliance declared an end to this, or would it just transmute into a new version of the Republic, piece by piece and planet by planet? The way the Old Republic had become the Empire? Her father’s research had begun taking shape as the Death Star well before Palpatine declared himself emperor.

The dream of running away, banished for so long, crept back. If they could see no end, could expect no end, then wouldn’t they have to create it for themselves?

If it were Jyn alone, she’d already be gone. But she had her friends to think about, and Cassia, her—

Five years, and she still couldn’t think of a word.

“Girlfriend?” Bodhi suggested, then wrinkled his nose. “No. That’s not Cassia.”

“Right,” said Jyn, flipping through files on her datapad.

“Lover?” he said, and they both cringed. “Okay, I see what you mean.”

Jyn gave this a nod of acknowledgment, not all that interested, but never willing to shrug off Bodhi. As she saw Baze and Chirrut making their way towards the table, she said,

“She’s Cassia. That’s all.”

“There’s got to be a word,” insisted Bodhi. When Chirrut reached them, tapping his way just ahead of Baze, Bodhi turned to him. “What is it called when people spend most of their time together and live together? Indefinitely?”

Baze thumped down into the seat beside him.

“Marriage,” he said dourly.

Jyn’s eyes widened, her thoughts freezing or burning into chaos—she wasn’t sure which. When Bodhi and Chirrut laughed, she forced herself to a slight smile, and heard nothing of what they said.

Marriage. She’d never thought of it. Not once. They lived day by day and month by month, particularly in those first couple of years. Jyn had allowed herself this is good, here and now, and only later drifted so far as what if—? But it was a what if of victory, of companionship, of something other than war, not marriage. Marriage made demands. Demands of the law, the Force, the future—a future she hadn’t dared contemplate until recently. But marriage assumed one, turned indefinitely to forever as far as the galaxy was concerned.

She didn’t care about anyone’s opinion, but she did care about the … shape of things, the boundaries and foundations she could depend upon in every corner. For one hazy moment, Jyn imagined my, er, friend transformed into my wife, across the stars.

Everyone would know.

Now, silently perched on the co-pilot’s seat, Jyn studied her datapad. Cassia lingered in the edges of her vision, a narrow blur of dark and light.

“We might live,” Cassia said, almost wonderingly. “I suppose so. I hadn’t thought of it.”

Jyn felt not the slightest surprise.

“What would we even do?” Cassia asked.

As far as Jyn could recall, this was the first time that Cassia had spoken of the future as a matter of we and not you. That grounded her, along with the clear gleam filling the viewport and scattering a residual glow through the cockpit. Jyn had always liked hyperspace.

“Oh,” Jyn said lightly, “get married and settle in a house on Naboo and grow kutabas.”

Cassia snorted. After a few seconds, Jyn bullied herself into looking over at her. The light obscured her, in an odd way—blotted out the shifts in color and expression that Jyn usually relied upon. She just looked amused and pretty.

“Our pay couldn’t rent a hovel on Naboo,” she said.

They got paid these days.

“True. And I’ve never grown anything in my life,” Jyn admitted. “I think I have a grey thumb. My mother used to hide plants from me.”

Cassia laughed outright.

As a companionable minute passed, Jyn returned attention to her datapad, berating herself all the while. She didn’t even register the background information that rolled down the screen, just forced herself to blink at regular intervals. At last, though, she inhaled a few deep, regular breaths, then turned to Cassia.

Casually, she said, “We could get married, though.”

All possibility of passing it off as a joke died within a few instants. Cassia stared at her, dark eyes wide and disbelieving. Maybe disbelieving? Damn the light; she hated hyperspace.

“We—” Cassia’s voice broke off, her lips still parted. She gazed at Jyn for another horrible stretch of time. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but who cared? Jyn strained for something to say, but words came poorly at the best of times. “You actually mean—”

“Do I usually say things I don’t mean?” snapped Jyn.

Cassia didn’t respond to the tone, but she rarely did. “You’re asking me to marry you.”

“No,” said Jyn, and took some comfort in the tightening of Cassia’s face. She could at least make out that much. “It was a suggestion.”

Cassia looked down, and then slightly up again, teeth pressing into her bottom lip. In that instant, Jyn did recognize the expression: the same one she wore when Jyn smiled at her or kissed her, but far more uncertain.

“You’re suggesting marriage,” Cassia amended. “Between us.” She glanced around, only then seeming to note their surroundings. “In hyperspace.”

“It’s as good a place as any,” said Jyn.

“With your feet on my control panel.”

Jyn shrugged.

Two, three, four more seconds passed—easier seconds, for Jyn. She slouched comfortably in her chair, assured in her conviction that Cassia wouldn’t pass through minor irritations on her way to refusal.

With as little warning as ever, Cassia sprang out of the captain’s seat, stalked over to Jyn, and shoved her feet off the control panel with no ceremony whatsoever. Then she took another step, one that placed her directly in front of Jyn. With her hands held out, she said,

“I don’t want to talk about this from three feet apart.”

Jyn accepted that as reasonable, and let Cassia tug her from slumped to upright, and upright to standing. She didn’t feel the need to release Cassia’s hands afterwards.

For the first time in awhile, it took conscious effort to keep her gaze from drifting to Cassia’s lips. Not for the usual reason, either. A slight curl of her mouth kept disappearing and reappearing as she stared down at Jyn, echoed in the flicker of her lashes: a smile that could not quite believe itself.

Despite Cassia’s talk about this, she said nothing, gazing at Jyn with wide eyes and cold hands.

“Well?” Jyn demanded.

Cassia wet her lip, which didn’t help. “How long?”

With the ease of similarity—and practice—Jyn filled in what she didn’t say. “Have I considered marriage? About a week.”

“A week,” said Cassia, blankly. “Did something happen?”

For no reason that Jyn could identify, she couldn’t resist her own smile at that, one bright enough for her to feel it in her cheeks and about her eyes.

“Baze said we were practically married already,” she replied, readily enough. “He didn’t know he was saying it, but still. And I thought that—it’d be good to have things clear.”

Cassia looked particularly inscrutable. “To me?”

“To everyone,” said Jyn. “No misunderstandings.”

Again, Cassia’s eyes widened. Her grip loosened, and Jyn had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

“You want,” Cassia began, then broke off. “You’re proposing that we swear to … to this, to staying together forever, because now we’ll probably live long enough for it to matter?”

She could be very concise sometimes, without sacrificing meaning. It was one of Jyn’s favorite things about her.

“Yes,” said Jyn.

“And because you want us sworn before the entire galaxy?” she pressed.

“Yes.”

Cassia released Jyn’s hands, which for one terrible moment, threw all of her conclusions into doubt. Then Cassia stepped even nearer than they already stood, almost as near as they could get, and cupped Jyn’s cheek with one hand, the other dropping to her hip.

“Jyn,” she said.

“Is that—”

Cassia pressed her lips to Jyn’s, slanting breathless kisses over every detail of her mouth. Jyn had meant to demand an answer, but even after five years, all thought but yes, this, more fled. She grasped the back of Cassia’s shoulders, pressed their bodies together, caught up to Cassia’s kisses and deepened them. Heat raced from her spine all the way to her feet and the crown of her head, and she caught Cassia’s lip between her own, lightly biting it.

Cassia, Cassia.

Jyn settled a hand over Cassia’s throat, stroking down until she could feel Cassia’s life thrumming under her fingers. When they both parted for breath, they still clung to each other.

Cassia’s unsteady smile returned, settling in her mouth and eyes and cheeks. In that moment, it seemed like it might never go away. Between the light of the smile and the light of hyperspace, she looked radiant, something shining and dangerous.

“You think it’s a good idea, then?” said Jyn, feeling more than usually triumphant.

Cassia leaned down again, this time dragging her mouth to Jyn’s ear, her breath as hot and urgent as when she’d talked her out of murder.

“It’s a very good idea,” she said.

[mrssimply]

The Queen be with you

-- To keep fighting.

Alright, so, some people say that explaining a drawing ruins it but I'm not a real artist so I don't know about that but I know I wanna say things.

First, from all the Cyberpunk characters, Rogue is the one I'm really in love with. She is so sacred in my mind that I always give her the role of a godess in my fics. I don't deny her dark parts, but I'm just mesmerised by the raw power that woman exude in game. She is a Queen, The Queen of Witches. I wish I had ten percent of her powers so I could fight harder for the ultimate fight: The Right to Be.

Second, this is still a fight. I love seeing all the positivity of june when it comes to equal rights for all queer people around the world. But I'm in such a state of fury every two days about the violence Queer people still experience that I can't only rejoice. June is a month where I walk the line between rage (at the injustice) and serenity (that we have The Right to Be). [yes, this is a reference to Xmen ;)]

So, I chose Rogue to celebrate pride month, because she keeps me sane, and I try to channel her when I have to confront bigots, the police, governements, and the rest.

With her, I have no fear. Hope this drawing can help you have no fears, too.

[omgkalyppso]

Hello. (◡‿◡)ﾉ✿

You can call me Kal, Kaly, or Kalyppso.

I generally tag series for my own peace of mind, and characters upon request for people's blacklists. Sometimes I tag characters for comfort reasons.

You are always welcome to ask me to tag characters, concepts and things for your comfort.

I also make things. I have a general #i made this tag, and otherwise use the very common #my art and #my writing tags.

Here's my a/o3. If there's an E rated fic you're interested in reading but you're sex repulsed or w/e, I often have an "ace-friendly" version available upon request; some are just Here.

Some of my oc's which are currently occupying my brain include:

Baldur's Gate 3:

• Étoile (they/he) is my nonbinary high elf Paladin of Auril. Starts as Neutral Good Oath of Devotion Paladin and ends the bg3 adventure as a Neutral Evil Oathbreaker. #oc tag: étoile

• Borgakh (she/her) is a queer half-orc Hunter Ranger who has been an oc for (holy shit) something like nineteen years. She's seen a few different settings, and is often Lawful Good. #borgakh

• Meabh (they/she) is my nonbinary dark urge half-wood elf Assassin Rogue. They're new here. Chaotic Evil. #oc tag: meabh

Fire Emblem:

• Faedolyn (they/them) is my nonbinary fe3h My Unit / Byleth oc, occasionally explored as a student in the Golden Deer House. #faedolyn

• Zoran, sometimes Zora, (he/she) is Faedolyn's genderfluid brother, a student of the Ashen Wolves House. #oc tag: zora(n)

• Avery (he/they) is my nonbinary few3h My Unit / Shez oc. Pulled into Faedolyn's polyamorous relationships. #oc tag: avery

• Almanzor (he/him) is a cousin to Dimitri from fe3h, one of the Blaiddyd Bastards that friends and I concocted as children to Rufus Cassius Blaiddyd before the introduction of Rufus Thierry Blaiddyd. #oc tag: almanzor

• Eugénie (she/her) is my wife to Rodrigue, mother at least to Glenn and sometimes also Felix depending on the au. #oc tag: eugénie

Skyrim:

• Meldiara (she/her) is my Chaotic Neutral dunmer Rogue / Thief type Dragonborn. #oc tag: meldiara

My OC Masterlist

(ง •̀‿•́)ง Thank you for reading!

[three--rings]

Hi! I come from the danmei fandom and wanted to ask you if you pls have some good novels from the west to rec? What I'm looking for is: BL, fantasy & good plot. I'm not looking for political agenda just for a good read where the focus is on the plot and romance. I seriously don't know where to start looking. I tried checking out recs on google but honestly after the danmei books mostly everything looks unappealing to me. I was hoping you could help me out. Thank you in advance!

Ooo, yeah I can come up with a few things.

(All links are Amazon, but of course if you can buy elsewhere it's recommended, especially author sites. But if you buy from these links I get like a few pennies.)

The Magpie Lord (and rest of the series) by K.J. Charles - This is honestly the book that got me into reading modern m/m historical romance before I ever discovered danmei. 19th century England, magic, romance.

The Whyborne and Griffin series by Jordan L. Hawk - An incredibly long series of adventure novels set in a Lovecraftian 19th century America, starring a shy scholar and brash detective who get pulled into supernatural highjinks and romance together. The author's other series might also appeal. I'm a big fan of their Hexworld series which is recommended if you like the ideal of shapeshifters and their destined soulmate partners.

Lord of the White Hell by Ginn Hale - Fantasy European setting in a boys boarding school. Kiram is the first from his religion/ethnicity to attend this prestigious school and has to room with a boy who is supposed to be cursed by hell. Magic, religion, culture clash coming of age, and a fantastic romance. I love this whole world and series so much.

The Archer's Heart by Astrid Amara - Fantasy India setting with a rigid caste system where homosexuality is punished with death. So the romance between a prince and a warrior has very real stakes. Lots of politics and suffering for the characters. Sorta epic political fantasy but with queer romance. Definitely danmei esque.

The Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling - An older series in which a young man is taken as an apprentice to a thief/spy/rogue in a typical European fantasy world. Very interesting political and magical intrigue. The romance between the two main characters doesn't become textual until the second book and definitely is not a main focus or very in your face, most likely because of the age of the books. BUT I love everyone in this bar so so much. And they are explicitly the fantasy equivalent of married in later books, so it's not NOT a thing.

The High King's Golden Tongue by Megan Derr - A young man is trained to be consort to a king his whole life, but the king in question isn't interested in him because he's still mourning his late husband. Fantasy world with normalized queer relationships, slow burn romance development, a very gentle book without a lot of drama. (I haven't read the rest of the series but I think each book is a different couple.)

Okay and then a couple additional recs with special circumstances.

A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland - I haven't read this one yet because I just haven't had time, but I've read some of their other works and trust that it's good. The author is @ariaste whose MDZS fic you may have read.

The Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard - The reason I haven't read the above yet is because I've been deep in reading this and all the related books/stories in this world. Absolutely I think danmei fans need to read this book. The worldbuilding is fantastic and immense. The political intrigue is more West Wing than Game of Thrones. It's a book about making incremental change from inside a flawed system. And it's a book about two men opening their hearts to one another glacially slowly, with so many barriers in the way, but so much love.

The caveat is that it's not precisely a romance or primarily a romance so it doesn't meet your criteria. It's super long (again for danmei fans) but while these two (an emperor and his secretary) love each other so much, it's not explicitly romantic or sexual? At least not yet. (Next week, sequel next week aaaaaahhhh.) So...it's a weird one to rec. Which is why I've been waiting and putting off writing it's own rec post. But it's a magnificent novel I can't say enough good things about.

So yeah, that's what I've got for now. Thanks for asking, clearly I'm always just waiting for someone to ask me to rec things.

Other folks feel free to add your own recs in reblogs if there's stuff I've missed.

[fizzigigsimmer]

i know i'm about about 20 years late to this but i was waiting for other people to ask, but they never did! so for the wip game, please pretty please tell us about all the rest of the fics!! news paper au, vampire apocalypse, military brats au, angels & demons au, star wars au, rock music au, & Caligator - Slave fic hurt comfort Dystopian! sorry for being greedy ho, i can't help it when it comes to your stories 😔😔😔

It's never too late! 😊 And It's amazing to know you like my stories. Some of these others have asked about - the tag search system is broke af on my blog so my apologies. I will link those. But starting with the new stuff:

Star Wars Au - Billy is a powerful Jedi Knight with a reputation for rule breaking and struggling to control his emotions. After a busted up mission he's one step from being kicked out of the order, but gets an unexpected second chance. The mission is to travel to an outer planet and retrieve a mysterious Sith holocron, and to stop the sith lord who may also be hunting it. A simple enough mission, until he becomes entangled with a rogue pilot (with ridiculous hair). Steve's the rebellious son of a powerful trade conglomerate whose only interests seem to be star ships, girls, and getting into trouble; but there's more to him than meets the eye. On the plus side, Steve is not the Sith lord the council warned him to be wary of. On the downside he is the sith lord's apprentice and Billy just slept with him. AKA Struggling Jedi Knight Billy falls for Sith Steve. Two men, two different sides of the force. Is there a path between the darkness and the light that no one has found?

Rock Music Au - Steve is a closeted country singer who is part of a pop-country duo with his longtime girlfriend Nancy. Billy is a jaded rockstar down on his luck who takes a job as a janitor at a friend's studio in Nashville. A chance encounter one night at the studio allows him to hear Steve working on some new material. Steve is stuck creatively, stuck in a dying relationship, and is unable to be his authentic self and is depressed. Billy hears something in his music - real shit - and for the first time in months he's able to write music again. Steve is wary at first but he gives the song Billy gave him a try and it KILLS, blazing to the top of the charts. While Steve fights with his managers and Nancy about the changes he wants to make with his music, he falls into an affair with Billy who introduces him to the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Billy can't stop making music whenever they're together, it's like Steve is his muse. But then everything goes crash, because it was always going to. You can't swap one addiction for another and call it healing. Steve's friends rush in to sweep up the pieces. Billy moves away and finally gets the help Max has been begging him to. He gets better, but he can't help looking back and wondering where Steve is now. Whether he's happy or if he and Nancy worked things out. Surely he wouldn't wait for Billy. But maybe he looks back too, and wonders if they can salvage the beauty in the broken?

Vampire Apocalypse - The apocalypse has arrived in the form of a strange disease that is killing off the human population and turning them into bloodsuckers. Not true vampires, but more like ravenous zombies with spoiled blood. Vampires can't even drink from them! Once hunted by humans, covens and werewolf packs have risen in prominence as the remaining population seeks protection from the hordes of the infected. Steve a half vampire runs away from his coven and hides out in a werewolf pack posing as an ordinary human. Things start to get complicated when he falls for Billy the alpha. Can they make it work or will the end of the world and ancient rivalries tear them apart?

Military Brats - Billy is a military brat, the golden child of the base who strives for perfection under his abusive father Neil. Steve is a queer rebellious punk who is the son of a big brass. The Harringtons are transferred to Cali due to Steve's misbehavior and an incident on the last base, and his reputation proceeds him among the military families. Neil warns Billy to stay away from Steve. Not to cause trouble on account of who his father is, but never to be alone with him. But that's hard to do when Steve seems to set his sights on Billy from the beginning and goes out of his way to give him a hard time. But what starts off as rivalry changes when Steve realizes that Billy isn't safe to be anything else but the perfect son, and slowly they start to peel back each others layers. Steve gives Billy a safe space to rebel and figure out who he really is, and Billy helps Steve realize he' shouldn't have to scream for attention, and that he's worth more than he thinks he is. They save each other.

News Paper Au

Calligator - Slave Fic

Angels & Demons AU

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Okay it’s time for the primer for the Four Heralds AU cuz I’ve got so much to post and some of it only involves the heralds tangentially so other people might read it.

SO!

As the title suggests, there are four heralds of Andraste:

Tavi Adaar - a qunari mage woman, she/her pronouns, bisexual, mostly blind (late stage retinitis pigmentosa), 23

Corin Cadash - a nonbinary dwarf warrior and blacksmith, they/them pronouns, sex positive asexual, ADHD and arthritic as hell, 42

Lluciano Lavellan - an elf rogue, he/him pronouns, femboy, omnisexual twink, seizures both of the motor and absence variety, AuDHD cranked up to eleven, 25

Séamus Trevelyan - a human warrior, trans man, he/him pronouns, gay as hell, chronic insomnia and hard of hearing (binaural, moderately severe), 37

Only Séamus was actually supposed to be at the Conclave, but Lavellan is our game protagonist and victim of most major plot events

(A different group from Adaar’s mercenary troupe were supposed to be sent, but got waylaid on the road so Adaar’s group subbed in since they had the shortest travel time

Lavellan was actually specifically told to stay as far away from the Conclave as possible with his scouting, walked over a single hill, and said “hmm where was I not supposed to go again oh well can’t be important” and went to check out the Conclave

(He was hiding from the other actual Lavellan spy when he came across Justinia and Corypheus)

And Cadash is a menace to society, entirely stealth free, chronic pain bitch who is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, but an unforeseen flu ravaged the local branch of the Carta and since dwarves very rarely get sick, none of them knew what to do about it

Corin, being a blacksmith, at least had a semilogical reason to be carting a large load of lyrium, and no one who talked to them for five minutes would believe they were capable of being a spy, which was close enough at the last minute

Trevelyan is the oldest son of the Trevelyan family in the Free Marches, who hoped he would eventually become a templar right up until this whole “rebellion” thing made it a bit unsexy

He’s a knight instead, and actually prefers living and training with the knights to being at home so he did get himself one whole non-nepotism promotion

Most of his friends and all of his subordinates went to the Conclave with him to keep the peace and be a bit more impartial. Oops.)

This whole thing mainly started with me looking at Cole and going “you know what would be funny and extremely counterproductive? An Inquisitor with ADHD hanging out with Cole”

So now we have four beautiful, disabled, queer heralds because why stop at one?

(Tavi has also been fucking around with time magic, mostly around Slow spells, and it got weird with what Corypheus was doing and accidentally replicated the anchor they were all playing Keep Away with

Lluciano got hit in the face with at least one, he didn’t used to have the green face tattoos but so many Dalish do that no one has asked and he hasn’t noticed yet

None of them are at full power, but they’re not quite even quarters and can combine when focusing on the same rift to speed things up

Corypheus only needs one)

The full herald rundown will be linked here when it exists!

Fic (by me) and art (by @ekwolfwood) will be added in reblogs

Lluciano and Corin are staring in most of it so far, by dint of Luci being the main character and Corin being A Problem On Purpose slightly harder than the other heralds