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FAQ time!

My asks are now open for any questions

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Welp... another thing to write. Kinda have an idea on how to do this.

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If I was Orin the Red's half sister, she should be more afraid of me.

*Orin trying to scare me with all those "scary words" and her daggers. *

"Look, you sentient tampon, I have seen and heard more messed up stuff before you could walk."

"Prove it that you should be father's favorite then."

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I'm so mad that I'll probably have to work until 70 to get full social security benefits... they know most of us won't make it that long. I just want to be the old cranky woman on the block who, despite my crotchety behavior, I'm a mother hen to the neighborhood.

Have an emergency and need to have someone watch the kids' weather they are skin, fur, feather, or scaley babies? I'll grumble about it while taking them in and getting some food ready.

DV situation? I come strapped and ready to clap, just knock on the door. I might have "company".

I hate it, but I will know everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING that goes on.

Someone following the kids, and they feel unsafe? I'll huddle them up like an old angry hen with chick's while swearing the creep up and down.

I have baked goods and ready to bake meals for every event: funerals, weddings, new baby, graduation, welcome home, get well soon, coming out, even a "I saw you looking like you're struggling with something mentally".

I also want to be mysterious. Nobody has been past the kitchen, so when it was my time, everyone has to sift through my stuff to figure me out.

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The Last Unicorn │Most Existential Scene [Haggard's Kingdom]

This reminds me of Solas going from a spirit/God form to a mortal.

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Now I can't stop thinking of that scene in the Last Unicorn when the wizard turned her into a human.

hurting because solas never wanted a body and never wanted to fight "he never wanted a body but she asked him to come", "he wants to give wisdom not orders" but he did it anyway. "i pulled you from the fade you loved and sent you into war. i used your wisdom as a weapon… and it broke you." inquisition forced him to slow down and just be himself. "solas, bright and sad, observes and accepts. spirit self, seeing the soul, solas, but somehow sorrows." lavellan nourished that. seeked out his wisdom. his purpose in the world. never twisted him, loving him as he was. she craddled the part of himself he wants to be in her palms. the part that was beaten and bruised and abused a millennia ago.

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I can't wait til I hit menopause.

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Not helping here... it's cold, which makes me more amorous.

"Oh, you know me, ever the optimist. I'm trying to focus on the positives."

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I'd let him read me to sleep.

To you, I gift a yapper with a transparent background. May he yap wherever you take him.

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Ending my day with ramen, hot cocoa, and smutty fics.

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Son of War, Daughter of Death chapter 3

Here is chapter 3, sorry for the delay I am in the middle of training for my new job and also in the middle of writing essays. Please give me feedback, I am trying to flesh this out without getting too bored, so these are kind of short.

Another night, another long parade of work, assignments for classes, and stress dog-piling her into submission. It had been about a few weeks since she had that weird dream, and she had yet to shake it off. Those eyes haunted and excited her in ways she thought she wasn’t going to feel again since her cringey teen and early twenties. She nursed her primal need for sleep with another can of Monster as she typed away at her laptop. Her paper wasn’t going to type itself as she shook off the drowsy feeling that seemed to control her every so often. She already got the beer and her dad’s favorite cigarillos as an offering it to his urn, taking a puff off it to get it started.

Her mother would throttle her if she found out she still did this, being the old crotchety drunk, he was always doing nothing more than yelling at the things he hated from his ugly and unwashed recliner covered with a blanket her mother still can’t seem to dispose of. It still reeked of smoke and had old tar and cannabis resin stains stuck to the fabric. As angry as he was his whole life, her mother still couldn’t part with it. They were married for almost fifty years when he passed in his chair in the cold night waiting for the right time to change out the propane tank for their heater. Despite his constant sour look of displeasure of even being alive and only lighting up seeing farm animals or videos of babies, he loved his family in his own way even if it was full of narcissism.

She was wrapping up when she took a small break to look away into the dark of the room to rest her eyes. She felt light with the caffeine high she was riding on. She moved her laptop to the side to take a break she felt on that bare thread between sleep and awake as she drifted off to the sound of psy-dub mix playing on her laptop’s speakers. She saw an exotic looking room and servants seemed to ignore her presence walking through and around her. That man was being fussed over with an irritated look on his face as if he sort of hated this level of doting and the many ladies who swooned over him he felt bored of. Heather hid behind a pillar when she overheard two gossiping servants staying behind.

“I heard he has lost all desire or need for the royal consorts when he was wounded by that would-be assassin.” The first one gossiped smiling in a way their face looked pinched and rat like.

“I heard that too! I also heard it was an Earthrelmer saved him, but it wasn’t one of the defenders! It was just a normal woman; can you imagine some petty lowborn harlot of a woman catching the eye of a man like him?” Another said, having a disgusted look on her face.

“Part of me can, he was an orphan of lowly villagers after all. He is lucky he was adopted by the general, most likely out of pity.” The first one said grinning at the idea of shocking the other servant.

“And you two know better than to gossip in the royal house about the vary master of these quarters while he is not far from you.” The two turned quickly seeing a beautiful set of women, one clad in a rose-pink color and a scar on her face, the other in blue both seemingly striking fear in them making them apologize and flee from their sight and their view. Heather blushed seeing the two women having one of her girl crushes on the two as they confidently approached the nearly fully healed lieutenant who was just handed a scrolled map.

“Reiko, we are glad you came back to us.” The one in pink said when the man slowly rose and bowed a bit to the best of his ability.

“Empress Melina, Princess Kitana. I am glad to return to the royal palace alive. I am sorry for not returning you would-be killers back personally.” He spoke.

“Please Reiko, sit. You are still recovering a bit from your infection.” She responded as she sat along with her sister in front of him and a servant helped him back down. The servants offered a drink proving it was not altered in any way before they took a tentative drink.

“Are the rumors true an Earthrelm woman saved you?” Kitana spared no moment.

“She cleaned the poison out, but the infection still settled in. She cannot be any average woman if she was in the Living Forest without being harmed.” He said, his ragged voice clearly trying to sort out his memories. He conveniently avoided to mention he was in her room once and stole her book.

“We need to consult with the titans where she came from and how she got there. What if she is one of Shang Tsung’s conspirators?” The Empress said sharply. Since their battle with titian Havik, the sisters became fiercely protective of their inner circle and suspicious of everyone who was seemingly an outsider.

“Apparently, she is not or else our lieutenant would be a corpse sister. But I agree she must be researched carefully, if she is not his pawn already, she may soon be if we do not hold her under our wing and the safety of the palace.” Kitana spoke calming her sister.

Heather hid behind the pillar afraid to move, but it was a dream, she can’t be seen, can she? She walked behind pillars trying to get closer to get a closer look. As she walked around the perimeter of the room, she passed by some plants that started to slowly but noticeably die and decay, replacing them with strange, mutated versions of the plants. She noticed that the sisters noticed the changes like she had and as they stood suddenly to investigate, she ran with a bolt of energy though her now clearly seen by all three, his eyes wide as if he saw a rare and majestic beast before him. Heather was barefoot in her dream, she felt the cold stone floors under her feet, they called for guards to come inside the room, the two women attempted to corner her.

“Who are you?! Are you a spy for the sorcerer?!” The empress got closer to her, mouth started to crack, and her eyes started to slit like a cat and her voice became hoarse.

“Sister, calm yourself you're starting to turn again.” Kitana said sternly.

“Woman don’t run, when the empress is like this she could harm you.” Reiko said trying to back Kitana up preparing for any situation.

“ I need to wake up, damn it wake up…” Heather muttered before she realized if she was dreaming, should try to wake herself up.

“You are infact awake, you’re not dreaming I promise. Kitanta said. The woman in front of her becoming fearful, clearly not a pawn of the sorcerer who maimed her sister.

Heather could only hear words but not understand them she was afraid before swinging her wrist as hard as she could into one of the support pillars, the pain searing through her arm as she woke up at her desk, her laptop in sleep mode and she was apparently asleep for a few hours, but the pain in her arm becoming unbearable. In her haze she remembered her wrist has been hurting a lot lately and any bump was searing to her. It felt clearly broken now and she would have to see a doctor quickly as she tiredly grabbed her keys, trying to control her breathing through the washes of pain.

She drove to the ER and tried her best to write the forms out with her left hand and thankfully it was a slow night, so she was put in a room for a cast. The doctor laid her arm in the right position and took a few x-rays, luckily, she avoided needing surgery but was given a lecture about the beginning signs of carpel tunnel and her thinning bones. He got her a cast put on and set up a follow-up with urgent care to remove it in a few weeks. Heather returned home with the same feeling of her privacy being invaded but this time it wasn’t like wind blowing, it was heavy like a blanket. She turned the living room light on when she saw the three and two tall men, with glowing eyes in her living room.

“Don’t be afraid young one, we have much to discuss.” Said one of the men with glowing eyes and his hair half done, through them he had a look of sadness on his face.

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Remember ladies, save your stone fruit seeds and apple seeds.

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Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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With the impending implementation of Project 2025, I suspect that AO3 will come under fire as well. And given that it’s a US based organisation, and the US has wedged itself somehow into every possible thing, I would also suspect that this will have global impacts. I cannot be certain of it - I’m certainly not an expert on political things and Trump remains, frankly, unpredictable - but I have personally found it’s more helpful to prepare beforehand than to scramble to keep myself afloat in the midst of a crisis. Knowing how important our favourite stories are to so many of us, here’s what I suggest:

Readers, I recommend you find your favourite stories again. Go all the way back in your bookmarks. Tell the authors you appreciate them, and you love their work. I think we could all use some nice words right now. If you want to keep the story, I recommend downloading it: here’s a guide on how to do so from the AO3 FAQ. I personally have wanted to take up bookbinding for a hot second; I might print off my favourite fics for myself and figure out how to bind them. The OTW also recommends downloading your favourites - see link below.

Authors, I recommend you keep your manuscripts. Download them onto an external flash drive and save them for a rainy day four or so years from now. Even the ones you don’t like are worth keeping - I guarantee you somebody else likes them even if you don’t. (I’m speaking to myself here, too.) Project 2025 has blatantly laid out a ban of pornography, and they will take that to mean whatever they want it to; I suggest you don’t even keep your fics on a Google drive if possible it’s definitely easier to keep them all online, trust me, I know, but so does the government. Corporations do not care about you: they will sell you out to whoever is willing to pay. Remember also to turn off AI scraping wherever possible, or better yet use sites that don’t engage in that behaviour.

For further reading from people more qualified than I, here’s the OTW’s statement on what their plans are so far.

I hope I’m wrong. I honestly would love nothing more. But more importantly, we will get through this. Humanity has told stories and put blorbos in situations for literal millennia. We’ll see the other side of this.

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