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I know I know backburner wip I'm not supposed to be working on, just take this and don't look at me... anyways, religious trauma goes brrr and yes I'm going to project all of it onto Aaron and Evie XD.

Evie asked, “Were you ever angry that they manipulated you? Used you to hurt me?”

“Oh of course. There’s days where I wake up and I’m… I’m so angry at them for tricking me, and I’m angry at myself for hurting you… And I’m angry that years of my life were wasted to that, and that my sister chose to waste more of her life to that instead of coming with us…”

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Female Tav/OC (Evie implied)

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- Caress - "She arrives at the House of Hope to find a grumpy, stressed devil in need of a nap.  AKA: Despite himself, Raphael succumbs to some of his more human needs."

This prompt was: ‘A simple caress’

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Hey..hey, you!  Go drink some water/hydrate yourself. ❤️

Some soft Raphael, cutesy shmoop ahead!

This one, while written for my OC, Evie, uses only she/her pronouns while she remains unnamed, so can mostly be read as a generalized Tav/OC (only caveats being that there is brief mention of her fluffy (fox) tail and claws and a bit of backstory).

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Rating: T / SFW Word Count: ~1.9k Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon Tags/Warnings: POV F!Tav/OC/Evie; Fluff; Comfort; Cozy; Slight Alcohol/Drug Use by Raphael; Raphael’s Only Soft for Her; Cuddly Devil; Devils Can Purr; Some Slight Charitable Reimaginings of HoH Architecture; Devil Courtship

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List Related Prompts: A Blank Page , Good Morning

[Quick Context: After Evie spends most of Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul, Raphael makes an alternative offer: the Orphic hammer in exchange for her time - specifically, a mandatory number of days every month for a span of two years.  He procures his Crown by other means.  Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. Unbeknownst to her, Raphael is using what she obliviously believes is a “contractually mandated friendship” period to court her as his future Archduchess.]

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The evening when she arrived, it was obvious from the deeply etched scowl straining and pinching his face paired with the agitated drumming of his fingers that something had happened - but Raphael was in an unusually untalkative mood.  His greeting was short, his responses clipped and distracted.  He appeared stuck between summoning her out of obligation to their contract while his attention was needed elsewhere and wanting to shove away everything that was preventing him from utilising their time together.

Seeing his stress and knowing well that he would share the details later if he wanted to, she suggested a quiet evening by the fire, simply enjoying the presence of one another.

She would have suggested that he could keep working if he needed to, but she had a feeling that it was work that got him into this mood and maybe a break was warranted no matter its importance - or perhaps even because of its importance.  Raphael was the sort to keep going at something until he hit the wall of exhaustion - either of his energy or of his options, and not infrequently, both.  Anything less was seen as wasteful.  And so, Raphael repeatedly pushed himself to his limits.

So before he could voice any disapproval, she wandered over to a bookshelf and plucked the partially read anthology of Gnomish short stories residing there from when she had time to fill during other visits.  Taking a seat on the chaise near the fire, she beckoned him to the armchair nearby.

He stood from his desk with a roll of his shoulders and massaged his neck.  Circling around to its front, he leaned on it and let his eyes scan over the many shelves of books around his office as he brought his hand to his chin thoughtfully in consideration of his own choice in literature.  But his shoulders slumped minutely from a sigh and she could see his eyes unfocusing as his mind drifted back towards whatever he’d been thinking on before.

Pursing her lips, she reckoned that she’d be fighting uphill on this one.  She asked him if whatever was on his mind was something that needed his attention at that very moment.  At the reluctant twist of his lips and partial shake of his head, she followed up by stating that it would do him some good to get out of his office.

Hooking her arm around his, she made an executive decision and brusquely pulled him from his office.  Despite how he sputtered and tsk’d and harrumph’d in protest, he still allowed himself to be led through the silent halls - if he didn’t want to be moved there was no way in the Hells she’d be able to budge him.  Unsurprisingly, the servants had already made themselves scarce.  She detoured to drop him off at the boudoir with a push, telling him to go relax in the bath for a bit before turning on her heel and continuing to her destination.

She bounded all the way up the spiral stairs of the tower and pulled open the heavy door to the bedroom Raphael had decreed as hers a scant few months ago that had seemingly passed in the blink of an eye.  Her ‘home away from home’ twice a tenday thanks to their contract.

Though they were friends, drawing presumptions from said contract and the prior ones that he had attempted to get her to sign, she could only further conclude that he wanted her presence around as the occasional distraction from his work in some kind of contract-enforced capacity, as evidenced by the amount of discretion that he allowed her.  And if that was what he wanted, she would thusly also be the force ensuring he was taking proper breaks and getting enough sleep when he got like this.

Plus, he could have rescheduled, as per a mutual clause in their contract…yet he didn't.

The room was bright from the open curtains allowing in the ever-shining sun of Avernus.  She admired the fresh cut flowers vased upon a table, then set about creating a soothing atmosphere.  After lighting a few candles and the fireplace, she drew them tightly closed and plunged the room into a cozy, dim ambiance.

She poured herself a glass of water from the fresh pitcher on her nightstand, changed into something comfy from her wardrobe, and got settled in with her book on the sofa.

An estimated thirty to forty minutes later, Raphael poofed into the room in a bright cloud of smoke and smelling strongly of his bath products - cherries and musk - and a hint of the smoke.  He had changed into only a pair of loose lounge pants, and, while he still looked tired, the agitation and irritation from earlier had significantly softened across his features.  In his hand was a glass and a bottle of something with a curious shimmer that she would bet was awfully strong.  Though ‘mortal’ alcohol didn’t affect devils, there were some substances in the Hells that could affect them similarly - she’d eat the book in her hand if that bottle didn’t contain at least one of them.

He was quick to spy her and sauntered over, pulling the top from the bottle.  He filled his glass and immediately downed the contents.  His eyes closed as he savored it.  The glass was then refilled and the bottle loudly plunked down on the nearby coffee table as he turned and sank into the sofa.  

Reaching over, his finger tipped her book up enough to glimpse the cover.  He allowed his head to fall against the back cushion and demanded that she read to him.

She asked if he would like her to start from the beginning.

Raphael replied that ‘from where’ didn’t matter; he simply wanted to hear her lovely voice.

And so - feeling a little awkward at first as this wasn’t something she had ever really done outside of school classes - she picked up where she left off in the middle of a silly lesson story filled with cooking mishaps.

After that story came to a close, she noticed that he was battling keeping his eyes from closing.  Most of his drink was gone, the glass balanced precariously on his thigh within his slackened hold.

He waved her off when she suggested that he could take a nap but either didn’t notice or didn’t care when she slipped the glass from his hand and placed it on the table before she began reading aloud the next story.

Yet it wasn’t long until he was twisting around to impishly rest his head on her thigh, under the guise of needing the rest of the sofa to stretch himself out.

It struck her that the way he fought against his need for sleep - for this wasn’t the first time she had seen him push himself to this point and refuse to allow himself actual rest - was likely another manifestation of his denial and detestation of the human, mortal part of himself.

Seeing him start to lull and yearning for a little bit of payback for the hands that always managed to find themselves threading through the fur of her tail that he’d pulled over his chest, she began running her fingers through his hair, her claws light against his scalp.

With a startled grunt, his hand reflexively shot up as though to stop her, but he caught himself, his fingers curling tensely inches away from her own that had halted, as he seemed to reconsider the objection that was quick to ignite his actions.  His narrowed eyes stared up at her beneath the pinched furrowing of his brow.  She kept steady, her own gaze calmly returning to her book, as though trying not to scare off a wild creature that may interpret eye contact as something predatory.

Slowly his arm lowered again to rest over his stomach and she saw the tension leave his neck and shoulders.  She resumed playing with his hair.

He said nothing of the exchange, as though the interruption never happened.

His hair was soft and smooth with the slightest curl at the ends.  It had obviously just been washed but he must have magically dried it.  It left the slightest residue of some product on her fingers and her movements once more scented the air tartly with cherries.

By the time she finished the second story, his eyes had closed again and his belly was rising and falling with the deeper breaths of sleep.

Truly, even a devil needed his moments of peace.

How many others did he allow to see him so vulnerably?  Knowing that couldn’t number many made her feel both pity and privileged.  That would only become exponentially unlikely as he chased his ambitions and brought the Hells under his power.  He couldn’t afford to allow himself to be vulnerable around others.  The amount of trust he placed in her - despite not even having control of her - brought a sense of awe.  Their friendship was something she had come to cherish so fast.

But she couldn’t fall asleep here on the couch like this herself or they’d both be waking up later with sore necks and complaining.

Closing the book, she contemplated how successful she’d be in coercing him into going back to sleep if he woke up even for the brief moment to relocate to her bed.

Her fingers gently caressed the planes of his face, so much softer in sleep when not pulled and twisted by the scowls and exaggerated masks he wore during the day.

A boop on the nose didn’t wake him as she thought it would.

So she poked his cheek and threw on her ‘no nonsense’ voice, telling him to get up.  His eyes fluttered slightly, but he resisted until she stood and his head dropped back to the sofa.

The jolt did the trick to wake him and she used his momentary confusion to try to pull him to his feet.  He jerked his arm away but sat up with a growl, all the while, looking like he was about to tip over.  With a roll of her eyes, she bent forward and grasped his hands, attempting to haul him up again while advising that they should go to bed.

Begrudgingly, he relented, finally standing and following her guidance the short distance to her bed, his hand still in hers.

She pulled the light cover back and slid to the other side.  He climbed in after her with a yawn but veritably fell to the mattress.  With hardly enough time to pull the cover over herself, he shifted to close the distance between them, slinging an arm over her waist as he pressed his face to her side with a content rumble that morphed into a deep purr.

Within a few breaths, Raphael was once more asleep. She let out a quiet laugh - forever giddy since discovering devils and tieflings purred - and covered her own yawn.  Getting as comfortable as she could with a deceptively heavy devil now using her as a teddy bear, she closed her eyes and felt the soft haze of sleep overtake her.

Part 2...?

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

D-Day (Jake Seresin x Reader series)

After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child. (Jake x Reader, no y/n used)

First and Goal (Jake Seresin x Reader)

Hangman hosts a college football day for the Daggers, only to have Payback bring a history making Angel. (Hangman x female Reader fluff, no use of 'you')

Overtime (Jake Seresin x Reader, First and Goal pt. 2)

It was just supposed to be a football game. But then Hangman took Syla up on her invitation to watch the Blue Angels perform at the Miramar air show. A month after meeting and facing the last home show of her career, the history making Naval Aviator invited Hangman to visit her in Pensacola. She didn't actually expect him to accept. Payback definitely wasn't happy.

'tis the damn season (Jake Seresin x OC series)

After six years away from home, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was finally going to make his parents happy and surprise his family by spending Christmas in Magnolia, Texas. Introducing his pregnant fiancee to his family is a culture clash, with rural Texas meeting California influencer. Though unhappy in his relationship, Jake knows he has to buckle down and do the right thing with a baby on the way.

The last person he expected to run into was his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

After almost a decade apart, Jake and Julie can't help but feel that old familiar spark. Even with the realities of their lives pressing in, they can't help but wonder what might have happened if just one of them had fought for their relationship all those years ago.

The Perfect Match (Jake Seresin x Reader one shot)

Every third week in March, fourth year medical students find out where they'll be going for their residency. A quick 2.2K word one-shot of Jake's girlfriend going through that process.

we can't be friends (but i'd like to just pretend) (Jake Seresin x unnamed Reader [Ladybug] one shot)

Jake's not entirely sure how the bet came about other than being too drunk and maybe a little bored at the Fourth of July party. But after shaking on it with Yale, he agrees to help the new WSO - Ladybug - out with her crush on Rooster and figure out how to get the two of them to the Navy Ball together. With four months to get it done, it'll be simple. But when the reserved aviator is harder to get to know than expected, Jake has to push her to get out of her own way.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

(Every Step You Take) I'll Be Watching You (Bob Floyd x Reader one shot)

Bob disliked Friday team nights at The Hard Deck but knows they're important to the squad. That is, he disliked them until Penny hires a new summer bartender who gently pushes him to try new things. But when he comes in to find the police asking for her, the last thing he expected was to find himself protecting Evie. Trigger warnings: stalking, attempted assault. (Bob x Reader [Evie], no physical description)

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Santa's North Island Delivery Service (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader one shot)

Stuck at work, Bradley is missing his daughter's first Christmas Eve. But when the squadron decides to turn the hanger into Santa's Workshop, the pilot is able to sneak away to spend a little time with his girls. (Inspired by a true story; Rooster x Reader Christmas fluff)

Wanna Dance with Somebody (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader one shot)

When his girlfriend of three months ditches a night at the Hard Deck after a rough day, Bradley knows just what to do to cheer her up.

[spitefulbull]

Incorrect Quotes Game

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff! Been dying to do these lol

Rules: generate some incorrect quotes here for your OCs.

Going to go with my WIP Chains of Allegiance (yes I finally named my unnamed WIP 😭)

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Bo, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Fen, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

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Bo, to Kris: When was the last time you let someone hug you? Kris: *thinking* Kris: 2012. Ember: 2012…? Kris: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Evie out so I let them hug me.

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Bo, gesturing to Ember: Fen, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Kris: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Fen: I’m sorry Mom... :( Ember, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

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Ember: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Kris: Fucking Evie and Bo were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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Bo: Why are you smiling? Kris: What? I can’t just be happy? Ember: Fen tripped and fell in the parking lot.

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Evie: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Fen: Bet you I can! Ember: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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This was fun ^-^

No-pressure tags: @tildeathiwillwrite @cowboybrunch @gottestod-writes @illarian-rambling and anyone else who'd like to join <3

[aethergazing]

— B A S I C S

Name: Eva Westfall Nicknames: sometimes tataru calls her evi but that's about it Age: supposedly 30+ Nameday: 1st sun of the third umbral moon (6/1) Race: viera Gender: female Orientation: bisexual Profession: warrior of light, librarian

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: dark brown sometimes worn in a ponytail sometimes she likes to wear it down but always with bangs that hide her eyes slightly Eyes: black like the void. Skin: slightly tanned with freckles Tattoos/scars: she has a big scar on her chest and then she's always filled with small cuts and bruises from the fights

— F A M I L Y

Parents: adopted by a couple that works in the forum of sharlayan, she doesn't know a lot about them until after ew Siblings: none Grandparents: none In-laws and Other: none Pets: circe (chocobo), and a little unnamed sparrow

— S K I L L S

Abilities: mostly swordfighting though she has also trained with daggers, after shb bc of the level of light she has accumulated she's able to control aether enough to manipulate it in a fightHobbies: reading, writing, playing the violin, gardening

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: protective , empathic , kind and observant Most Negative Trait: self-destructive and self-sacrificing , sometimes a bit too perfectionist

— L I K E S

Colors: baby blue, lilac and white Smells: lily, sage, pine, old books, rust and sometimes blood Textures: silk, feathery and soft textures Drinks: coffee and juice

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: no Drinks: socially yes Drugs: no Mount Issuance: circe's definitely her mount of choice though sometimes she might use the pod she got from 2b and 9s Been Arrested: once for a missunderstanding while she was trying to save someone from being robbed

Tagged by: @ardberts, @shroudkeeper , @sealrock thank youuuu !! ♡ Tagging: @tsunael , @riftdancing , @uldahstreetrat , @pawnguild , @fheythfully , @khaiens , @thefreelanceangel + anyone who wants to do it!! (also if you've done this feel free to ignore!)

[spindleandsnake]

tagged by @bromios ty for the tag i love to talk

Last Song: Planets by Everything Everything- this lick is stuck in my head and it deserves to live there rent free

Currently Watching: The Bear s2, Riverdale s2 (thats bromios' fault too), just finished the first season of the Afterparty and im gonna start s2, Assassination Classroom s2, Skip and Loafer Currently Reading: I just finished When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb and i adored it- Good Omens people, yall will like it in that its a loving complicated angel/demon narrative, but its also a Jewish narrative set in the 20th century. Got great thoughts about identity and the divine, and it keeps the stakes very small in a way that really worked for me. Playful writing, queer, and a quick read.

Current Obsession: hmm Friends at the Table's Palisade season for sure, the second season of good omens im 2/3rd through and enjoying, The War Act 2 by the Family Crest i just saw them live and it was incredible, Evie my oc from my blades in the dark game, and my new unnamed OC who we've just been calling the Chimera for the Monsterhearts 2 game we're setting up my little tumblr circle is small so anyone is free to do this or not, id like to see it, but ill tag @transathenacykes @somniens @whimsicmimic and @halemerry get doubletagged asshole <3

[ao3feed-tedlasso]

Boot Room Revelations

https://ift.tt/DYyKJus by LiteratiGeek 1 Year Post Finale A boot room heart-to-heart between Roy and Jamie leads to some revelations the coach hadn't been keeping up with concerning his star player. Words: 3287, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso), Original Female Character(s), Dani's two unnamed girlfriends from the show, who I have named Evie and Angie Relationships: Dani Rojas/Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt, Dani Rojas/his two unnamed girlfriends on the show, mention of keeley jones/roy kent Additional Tags: Drinking, Foursome alluded to, Gratuitous Roy Kent F Bombs, Post-Canon, Post-Season/Series 03, My attempt at working with that batshit finale, YES THEY'RE AT BEARDS WEDDING WE ALL HATE IT source https://archiveofourown.org/works/50445025 October 01, 2023 at 06:40AM

[aesudan-kholin]

stormlight characters' response to being asked "did the chicken or the egg come first?"

gavilar - "this is nonsense. neither came first because they both come from each other. there is no "beginning" here."

dalinar - "their lives are a circle, the chicken lays the egg which hatches the chicken. they both come first, because they are the same."

navani - "it must be the egg, because all chickens are from eggs, so there never was a chicken not starting from an egg."

evi - "the chicken because she lays the egg and grows it ^-^"

jasnah - "if you follow the lineage of the species of chicken that we eat today back to its source, back to its last common ancestor where it split off and became an actual chicken, you'd see that there was at one point a non chicken that layed a chicken egg, so that egg hatched the first actual chicken. thus, the egg came first."

elhokar - "oh wow." [thinking face] "i don't know, that's a weird question."

adolin - "... the chicken, i think? it does lay all eggs, so it must have come first."

renarin - "the egg."

aesudan - "who gives a shit."

shallan - "well, if you look back into the history of the species, it wouldn't be possible for the first chicken to have hatched without being an egg, so the egg."

kaladin - "i... don't know? I mean chickens come from eggs, but those eggs also came from chickens so... they both just come from each other."

gavinor - "what's an egg? do you have a chicken here?" [you show him a chicken] "can i pet it? it's body is so soft! what is that stuff covering it? 'feathers'? wow!!!"

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

last line challenge

I was tagged by @zanniscaramouche @evilovesyou @chloehl10 and @local-troubled-writer to share my last line. This is from my as of yet unnamed ziam fic for the @1dcountryfest that Evi is hosting and that I'm super excited for!

"But right now, the thought of even picking up a guitar, or coming up with songs - it’s like my entire mind just blocks the moment I even consider it."

Yes it is angst. Is anyone surprised? :D it's currently 7,5k and we're only on the first night, so this might be a big 'un by the end!

I'm tagging @dinosaursmate @kingsofeverything @allwaswell16 @lululawrence @lightwoodsmagic @homosociallyyours @quelsentiment @vintageumbroshirt and @hershelsue because I'd love to know what you're up to!

[sparrowmoth]

Border Margin Barrier, #4

This is the fourth part of a series of soft horror drabbles about the barrier, mostly set on the Isle of the Lost, but eventually culminating in a much darker take of the barrier coming down in D3. These drabbles involve both the Core Four and the Sea Three, but this one's about Freddie and Celia.

When this series is complete, I’ll post the drabbles altogether on AO3. In the meantime, you can check  for updates under this tag: #bordermarginbarrier

NOTE: If you haven’t read Part One (Evie’s POV), you can find it here.

CONTENT WARNING: implications of trauma/PTSD, fire-based injuries and long-term consequences that may be interpreted as a neurological condition (please note that this latter warning applies to an unnamed minor character)

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IV. I Will Never Die

Freddie’s newly fourteen, sitting out on the porch with her father. It’s getting dark, but Celia’s out still, and he won’t go to bed until she’s home. “I’ll wait for her,” she offers. “I swear it on my soul.”

He thinks it over, then cracks a smile reserved for her alone. “Alright, my girl,” he murmurs, kissing her on the cheek. She wrinkles her nose and pretends to be disgusted, but there’s something warm in her chest whenever he shows that sort of affection. She knows it’s rare on the Isle, knows she’s lucky.

The moon starts to rise, but the glow shows no sign of Celia.

Freddie sighs and stands to her feet, resigned to go out and drag the kid home herself, if she has to. But then, she sees someone running out from the trees, appearing on the moonlit path as a phantom blur of shadow. She has to squint to be sure it’s her sister. Her baby sister, looking scared—of who?

Freddie’s fists curl at her sides. She’ll find out soon enough, and she’ll find them, and she’ll—

“Hey, whoa,” she says, losing her train of thought as she catches Celia in her arms and holds her tight. She’s trembling, head buried in Freddie’s chest. “What’s wrong, Eli? What happened?”

Celia shakes her head. She doesn’t want to tell.

Tonight, she’s seen something she can’t forget, and to put it into words...

“Celia, come on,” Freddie urges, gripping her shoulder tight. “Just tell me. Was it the Gastons?”

“No,” she replies, voice muffled. “No, it... wasn’t—they’re—they’re gone—”

“The Gastons?” asks Freddie, her tone incredulous, because how could they be gone?

“Not them,” says Celia, finally raising her head to look at her sister, eyes wide and haunted in a way that Freddie can almost see her memories playing out in her gaze. “One of… the witch girls…”

“They’re gone?” Freddie thinks on that a moment. It isn’t possible, she thinks, guiding Celia to sit on the porch beside her, careful to keep an arm around her shoulder. “Do you mean—did she escape?”

Celia shakes her head again, so subtly that Freddie nearly doesn’t catch the movement.

Looking out into the night, Celia utters in a dull voice, “I think she was trying…”

What else would the girl have been doing? She closes her eyes, feeling tired as the thought creeps in. Too tired to keep pushing back the memories, so insistent. Freddie’s arm is tight around her and she tries to focus on that, but it’s hard. The memories are like a pack of hounds on the fringes of her mind—

She will never forget. Couldn’t, even if she wanted to.

She’d just meant to lose the men that had tried to follow her—knew they didn’t like the woods, didn’t trust the shadows, wouldn’t follow her in. She’d gotten a little lost in the trees and mistaken the faint light of the barrier for the city glow. That’s when she’d seen the witch girl, her own eyes alight.

The girl had turned to her as if she’d sensed her presence, but her eyes were… unseeing.

Celia had stumbled back from the heat of the magic that surrounded the girl, not like anything she’d felt before. She’d seen the glow like a fire in the girl’s eyes, spreading out through her body, lighting up her skin from inside. It was like the girl was ablaze at her core, and… oh, was this what power looked like? Had she found a way to wield it, to reach out beyond the barrier, grab some magic in her fist, and—

NO, the shadows hissed around Celia. NOT LIKE THIS, GIRL. NOT LIKE THIS. SHE’S BURNING. WATCH. SHE’S BURNING—BURNING—BURNING—

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“That’s her, Ed,” Celia murmurs, pointing out the girl in the market crowd the following morning.

Freddie peers at the witch girl, none too discreetly. Something’s wrong with her. That’s obvious. She’s got dead eyes and tight lips, corpse-like but animate. Hard to think this is the girl—the very witch from Celia’s nightmares. She’d been up late, sharing the bed with her, holding her close and listening intently. The story had come, if a little shattered—enough to put it together.

Freddie stares long enough to imagine the girl with a fire in her eyes, uttering hoarsely, ‘Good is stronger than…’ She’d collapsed with a gasp, said Celia—laid like ashes on the ground, just twitching; but now, she’s here in the market like a wisp in the wind.

More dead than alive, and not a word on her tongue.

Freddie doesn’t want to look at her any longer.

“Come on,” she says, turning Celia away toward a vendor’s stall. “Let’s find our breakfast.”

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i think we all know already that its my backburner wip I'm not supposed to be working on... I'm just gonna leave this here and run away XD

After a beat of silence, she said, “We could… we could go back for her if you want, get her to come live with us.”

“Thanks, but… she wouldn’t come with me the day we escaped, I think she’s lost herself even more to The Society now. I lost Miriam a long time ago, I don’t want to think of her as dead, but… I don’t know if she can ever change. I don’t know if she can choose to leave, at least not for me.”

Evie said softly, “I’m sorry she chose them over her own brother.”

[mrfancyfoot]

Fancy's Masterlist!

Pinned post of info and links to my “main” posts and works so others (and me...) can find the collections more easily.

About Me

You can call me Fancy! :D

She/Her/Any Age: 21+

AO3: MrFancyfoot BlueSky: @fancyfantasy.bsky.social Discord: Please ask

In the works:

Plots & Prosody - Chapter 18: "An affection-starved devil awakens to a snuggly Evie and decides to cancel plans to indulge before she awakens and he has to determine how much of last night's events she actually remembers."

Prosody Prompt Fill - Soup & Crackers: "Evie falls ill and Raphael opts to spend the day in bed with her." | Illness; Comfort; Fluff

Prosody Prompt Fill - Taxes: "Tax season is nearing and Evie is anxious about fulfilling her civic duty correctly. Astarion and Raphael argue over what paperwork does and doesn't need to be filed and paid until they end up just doing it themselves." | Humor; Fluff

**Certain prompt fills are presently Tumblr-exclusive for Plots & Prosody (if/when they can be officially added to the main story, they'll be posted to AO3 as well). If you would like to be tagged when story updates or prompts are posted, please drop me a comment or DM. :3

Baldur's Gate 3

Patchwork Plots

Astarion x Evie (f!humanOC) | Rating: E/Varied | WIP | AO3 Chapter 1

Requests open!

Summary: An indulgent, often humorous drabble/snapshot series for my merry little band of murder-hobos led by someone with little sense of self-preservation.

Plots & Prosody

Raphael x Evie (f!humanOC) | Rating: E/Varied | WIP | AO3 Chapter 1

Requests Open!

Summary: All’s fair in love and war. Plots & Prosody is the equally indulgent Patchwork Plots spin-off drabble/snapshot (mis)adventures of Evie, set during the main events of BG3 and after, as she makes a new life for herself in Baldur’s Gate. And the devil attempting to court her while he takes over the Hells. . . Things are bustling in Baldur’s Gate as the city rebuilds. Life is looking up for Evie who has ambitions set on her (re-)inventions and business ventures as she juggles a certain vampire’s budding political career, the unwitting godhood bestowed upon her by a clan of fanatical fish people, and the increasing attentions of a devil who she believes woefully has no other friends.

Prosody diverts from Patchwork in Act II when Astarion decides instead that he needs to focus on himself first and isn’t ready for a relationship. He and Evie remain very close (platonically). For undisclosed plot reasons (that would spoil Patchwork but aren’t so relevant here), this occasionally features a (softer) version of Ascended!Astarion. This, of course, opens an opportunity for someone else to stir up drama in ways only a cambion with a budding obsession over an oblivious AuDHD-modern-girl can.

It is recommended for context and the character development, but not wholly necessary, that you read Patchwork Plots first. :)

Prosody Prompt Fills and Shorts:

A Blank Page: "Evie starts her contractually mandated courtship friendship period with Raphael and he presents her with a gift." | Raphael x Evie; Fluff; Friendship; Stalking; Obsession; Dark Romance

Good Morning: "Raphael has turned into Evie's unexpectedly enthusiastic guinea pig as she's wrapped up in the grueling project of (re-)inventing cell phones and the internet. Turns out the devil likes 'Good Morning' texts." | Raphael x Evie; Fluff; Humor; Fantasy Tech; Raphael Learns How to Text; Raphael is Down Bad; Devil Courtship; He's a Silly Devil <3

Caress: "She arrives at the House of Hope to find a grumpy, stressed devil in need of a nap.  AKA: Despite himself, Raphael succumbs to some of his more human needs." | Raphael x Unnamed F!Tav/OC (implied Evie); Fluff; Comfort; Cozy; Slight Alcohol/Drug Use by Raphael; Raphael’s Only Soft for Her; Cuddly Devil; Devils Can Purr; Some Slight Charitable Reimaginings of HoH Architecture; Devil Courtship

Supreme: "Evie reflects on Raphael's chosen title as he commences with his plans to take over the Hells." | Raphael x Evie; Humor; Fluff; Silliness; Modern Girl in BG; Pop Culture References; Befriending the Devil

Obey Me!

Community Magic

f!OC/Barbatos/Diavolo | Rating: E | WIP - Hiatus | AO3 Chapter 1

Community Magic: The Extras

f!OC/Barbatos/Diavolo | Rating: E | NSFW Prompts and Additional Scenes companion piece to CM

Headcanons:

Devildom and the RAD

Prompt: Freckles

Artwork:

Getting to know Evie

Getting to know Inari

The Goodest of Boys (Dog forms): Diavolo, Lucifer

Barbatos, Barb 2.0

Other:

OC + Relationships Template (Nightbringer Aesthetic)

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Some Assembly Required

Solas x f!Mage OC (Bevin) | Rating: E | On Indefinite Hiatus :( | AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter Cliff Notes and Spoilers

Summary: The Herald and the Prophet. Earthlings. To make it in this new world, they will have to work together. And not die. The Prophet’s convinced that everything the universe over is trying its best to prevent just that. The not dying part, that is. There’s no such thing as coincidence and more than one person’s doing the creeping. Keep your friends close and your sketchy, elfy mentors closer. At least they understand each other’s jokes.

Some Assembly Required: The Schematics: Prompts companion piece to SAR | Rating: E

[aliteraryprincess]

May Wrap Up

Here we are at the end of May. What a strange month this has been. My semester is over and I’m back working at the dog kennel at least for a little while. Whether I’ll get to stay for the whole summer depends on whether business starts to pick up. Since people are mostly staying home, we don’t have as many dogs for boarding or daycare. But restrictions are starting to lift, so there is hope!   

Books Read - Goal: 6  Total: 9

Another really great month! And everything was pretty top quality. It’s hard to pick a favorite. I think Tooth and Claw and Or What You Will are tied for it. There weren’t even any that I hated! Yay!

Othello by William Shakespeare - 4 stars

Tooth and Claw by Jo Walton - 5 stars

All the Ever Afters by Danielle Teller - 5 stars

Lighter Than My Shadow by Katie Green - 5 stars

The Little Guide to Getting Tied Up: Tips for Rope Bondage Bottoms by Evie Vane - 4 stars

Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen Children’s Stories) by Gemma Barder - 5 stars

Cinderella is Dead by Kalynn Bayron - 3 stars

Or What You Will by Jo Walton - 5 stars 

Private Lessons by Cynthia Salaysay - 4 stars

On the Blog:

I started a second, slightly more professional blog over on WordPress, so please make sure to check that out! I’ve started doing reviews, which are posted both here and over there. And of course, we have the usual handful of quotes and lists. 

A Literary Princess on WordPress

Book Quotes: All the Ever Afters by Danielle Teller

Book Quotes: Lighter Than My Shadow by Katie Green

Book Quotes: Or What You Will by Jo Walton

Book Quotes: Or What You Will by Jo Walton

Book Quotes: Cinderella is Dead by Kalynn Bayron

Review: Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen Children’s Stories) by Gemma Barder 

Review: Cinderella is Dead by Kaylnn Bayron

Review: Or What You Will by Jo Walton

Books and Short Stories aliteraryprincess Read for School: PhD Year 1 

100 Books by Authors aliteraryprincess Likes that She Still Needs to Read

Nonfiction aliteraryprincess Has Read

Tagged: 10 Favorite Female Characters

Tagged: Hogwarts House Bingo

Tagged: Unnamed Favorites Tag

Tagged: Moodboard Tag Game

Reblogged: Historical Fiction Set in Places Other Than Europe and America

Reblogged: Low Stakes/Character Driven/Slice of Life Fantasy Recommendations

[spitefulbull]

Character Voice Tag

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff!

I'll be using the main cast for my unnamed WIP :3

My line is: “I’m offended you’d say that to me.”

Ember: "What the hell is wrong with you? Who talks like that?"

Bo: "That was rude and unnecessary."

Fen: "Oh you're mad mad... Ha."

Kris: Stares at you for a moment before walking away. Might flip you off over her shoulder if you call out after her.

Evie, holding back tears: "Why would you say something so cruel?"

Your line is: "You're lying to me."

No-pressure tags: @tildeathiwillwrite @gothamxwattpad @cowboybrunch @buffythevampirelover @kaylinalexanderbooks and anyone else who wants to join!

[aqpippin]

All asks ending with 2 and 7 ✨ if you’re still doing them

the way I love you for this 🥺👀 look at me getting all my thoughts out

also look at me using the read more shortcut I learnt this morning 🌟 buckle up bc this is long lmao

2: is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? —

fake dating au!! I have an idea in mind but there are some other wips I want to get through first!

7: share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it —

surprise, it’s from kof!!

“Jackie tells Nicky about how much she loves Jan, and before they know it Jackie is giving Nicky a play-by-play of her and Jan’s domestic life and filling her in on all of Jan’s little quirks that she has grown to love. She tells Nicky everything - how Jan sleeps on the right-hand side of the bed because she’s the little spoon and doesn’t like facing the window when she sleeps, how she goes to Jackie’s favourite Persian supermarket on the other side of the city to get the good lokum when she knows Jackie is having a bad day, how she stops in to see Jackie’s parents every Wednesday after she’s seen her own.”

look, we all know I’m a soft bitch .. but this in particular makes my heart flutter 🥺🥰 there’s just something that feels so right about jackie knowing and loving all the little things about jan — tbh I can’t word it any better than this but just know I’m very proud of the characterisation in kof

12: is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more? —

I don’t think so! not one that I’m like consciously aware of lmao

17: do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? —

depends! oneshots I write in order but for multi chapter works I have bits and pieces all over the place and just string it together later! like I have parts of barracuda done that are from later chapters but I haven’t finished chapter one yet

22: choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions) —

look .. I only have one fic that doesn’t fit my current style bc it was written 2 years ago - so I’m gonna roll with back to you (chapter 4)!! also let me preface this by saying the only difference that I have noticed is that I used to write in past tense and now I find myself writing everything in present tense omg

Aquaria sighs as she watches Brianna braid, undo and rebraid Evie’s hair. Her fingers move easily with familiarity, and Aquaria eventually notices that Brianna isn’t even looking at the fine brunette curls, rather just staring at the wall blankly. Aquaria knows Brianna well enough to know that there’s something on her mind when she gets like this, something she doesn’t want Aquaria to know about - but Aquaria has never been one to drop a subject easily.

“You’re in your head again. Talk to me, B.” Aquaria coos, tucking her feet under her legs. Aquaria was always been told that Brianna had spent years working on managing her feelings of isolation and rejection, that the brunette sometimes struggled with feeling unwanted. There are times where Aquaria thinks that the nature of their relationship and their family brings back those feelings, and that perhaps Brianna needs something that represents permanence - something that tells her she’s wanted. She thinks about it a lot, but she doesn’t dare ask if it’s true.

27: how do you feel about collaborations? —

never done one, maybe one day 👀 it’s not something I’ve thought a lot about much, but I’ve definitely thought about it

32: how do you feel about smut? —

honestly at this point I think this question answers itself

37: talk about your current wips —

how much time do we have? I have a few so let’s discuss in quick fire style (but definitely check my fic-specific tags for more bits and pieces) !!

1. Keep on Flourishing: sequel to god is a woman, married!jankie, 10 year reunion, smut, fluff, quite jackie-centric

2. Barracuda: high school au, swimmer au, jankie/crygi/ ?? halldoll, enemies to lovers, smut, jackie and jan centric, background angsty crygi

3. I Leave the Light on For You: song fic exchange project!!, romantic-vs-cynic!jankie, teacher!au (kinda, not really), jackie finds herself starting to like things she used to hate bc they’re things that jan likes

4. amortentia au (remains unnamed): haven’t worked on it in a while!, jankie/crygi/lemyanka, probably going to be a series of oneshots, soulmate au, CANDLES THAT SMELL LIKE YOUR SOULMATE, still requiring 2 more scents for both lem and pri, the others are sorted (hmu if you have an idea of what they would smell like lmao)

5. Not a House but a Home: Christmas!jankie, it’s finished (I think👀), they’re decorating their apartment and they’re in love uwu

6. Wonderland: jankie, crygi, halldoll all live in the same apartment building - what could go wrong?, newlywed!jankie, and-they-were-roommates!crygi, romantic-vs-cynic halldoll, possibly room for lemyanka ??

7. We’ve Got Tonight: Crystal’s mad at Gigi, Gigi wants to fix her mistakes, Jackie just wants everyone to get along, Jan just wants to fucking get married

[trickandmxgic]

RULES:  List at least five tropes applicable to your character, then tag others to do the same.(Tropes Wiki)  REPOST! DO NOT REBLOG.

Tagged by: MYSELF i mean ive done it on all my other blogs so Tagging: u sure y not

Magnificent Bastard: If there was ever a character that deserved to be called “Magnificent”, that character is the Magnificent Bastard. The Magnificent Bastard is what happens when you combine The Chessmaster, The Trickster, and the Manipulative Bastard: bold, charismatic, independent, audacious and genius. Capturing the audience with their charisma, incredible intellect, mastery of manipulation, and boldness of action, this character is a show-stealer, demanding your reverence at every turn.  While usually an antagonist, especially if they’re the Big Bad, the Magnificent Bastard can be aligned on either side of a conflict. Hell, they’re so amazing they tend to forgo the idea of good and evil altogether, instead following their own agenda, choosing to help whichever side will further their goals. However, it’s true that their penchant for manipulation at the expense of others means it’s common for them to be a Villain, Villain Protagonist, or at least an Anti-Hero, but purely heroic examples exist. Either way, they’re usually in charge of whatever organization they’re involved with, or might as well be.

“ Outsmarts everyone and looks stylish while doing it. “

The Strategist: A character whose primary job is to think up intricate and ingenious ways to defeat the enemy. The Strategist is often in a supporting role, but may be the hero as well. In a supporting role, the Strategist is basically The Smart Guy on turbo, although he or she will—as a general rule—be less likely to physically partake in any of the plans they think up. The Strategist might come across as an unmitigated disaster, should the heroes come to rely on his or her advice too much. The Strategist may also take center stage. As a hero, The Strategist’s clever tactical tricks drive the story. A main character Strategist will face overwhelming odds, again and again. The enemy may have difficulty believing The Strategist can possibly win, but by bending the rules a little, dusting off their knowledge of military history, and maybe pulling a few dirty tricks, The Strategist comes out on top, or at least alive.

“It is only one who is thoroughly acquainted with the evils of war that can thoroughly understand the profitable way of carrying it on.”

Reality Warper: Ever heard of the Superpower Lottery? Well, kid, you just won the grand prize. You know those pesky laws of physics? Or that annoying thing called causality? Einstein's theory of relativity? Quantum physics? You can laugh and say, "screw you" to them now. Reality is officially out to lunch, and you've picked the restaurant and menu it gets to "choose". This means you can create things out of nothing, change already existing things, erase things from existence, and generally force reality to obey your will just by thinking about it. The key issue here is how far one can take this, and in Guo Jia’s case, he can take it far, but not too crazily far. With his transfiguration magic, his mastery over it, Guo Jia can bend matter and energy pretty much to his will-- he can take hold of the matter around him in it’s various forms, turn it into energy, and then turn that energy into  just about anything he wants, assuming the object or item he has in mind is something he’s seen in person at least once. This can allow Guo Jia to do some pretty wild things, but he is unfortunately (or maybe fortunately for everyone else) limited by his illness, meaning that his magic will take too far a toll on him and kill him before he’s able to do anything truly crazy like tearing the time-space continuum apart or something on that scale. Using any of his magic too much stands a chance of making him seriously ill or killing him, actually, but his transfiguration magic especially. So sure he’s dangerous, very dangerous, but not on any crazy cosmic level, not on his own.

"Can change the way the world is put together.“

The Hedonist: This character is strongly motivated by a desire to be happy and experience various kinds of pleasure. They seldom consider or care for the long term effects their actions may have on them, let alone the short term effects they may bring upon others. Guo Jia’s lack of consideration for his long term well being and the effects his actions have on others when it comes to seeking his various pleasures (flirting, drinking, partying, warfare, etc) come from the knowledge that he will probably die young, and therefore the ‘here and now’ is all that is important. He has to enjoy every day like it could be his last, because it very well could be.

“ Someone motivated by desires for sensual pleasures.”

Number Two: Throughout all his timelines, Guo Jia inevitably ends up as the right hand man to whoever it is he is working for or serves, simply by way of how useful he is, how effective his advice and strategies can be, and how unflinchingly loyal he can be. Guo Jia’s dynamic with Cao Cao in his original timeline is a good example of this, where Cao Cao came to consult Guo Jia first on everything, and as a result, ended up conquering northern China against odd’s that would have otherwise seemed impossible. Cao Cao had many, many talented individuals in their employ of course, some who excelled past Guo Jia in certain areas, but even so Guo Jia literally became the most instrumental person Cao Cao had in his ranks. (if he’s serving a more boss Guo Jia probably becomes more akin to The Dragon, but same thing just about just different alignments lmao).

“ The Leader's right-hand man or second-in-command. ”

Incurable Cough of Death: A cough that is usually accompanied by nasty amounts of blood from the mouth, that may also involve collapsing. The character afflicted with this ailment will probably try to hide it and will usually succeed until they actually pass out and/or die. Thematically, the unnamed disease tends to act like pneumonia or tuberculosis, even in futuristic settings where those real diseases might be cured. Other times it’s a hyped up version of unfortunately very real symptoms of chronically overworked people. For Guo Jia, its not an actual sickness as much as it is an incompatibility between his soul and body, but it functions like an illness and he, and just about everyone else, believes it to be one. It causes him to get very sick, cough up blood, etc-- illness-like enough for this trope.

“Who coughs, dies.”

Honorable mentions:  Alchemy Is Magic, Awesomeness by Analysis, The Alcoholic, Heroic Sacrifice, Improbable Weapon User, Divine Parentage, Anti Magic, Sadistic Choice, Glass Cannon, Meaningful Name, Undying Loyalty, Necessarily Evil