#;lann | the muse |

[sunnysssol]

I see Alfred as House Lannister coded and Ivan as House Stark coded, tbh. Suzie could be a Blackwood, or a Tully maybe, idk.

I love that!! I agree so much with Alfred as a Lannister, but to mirror canon I think he'd be really miserable after years of disagreeing with Arthur contending with things like his own pride and maybe even out of resentment for being such a shit father. Maybe he'll kill him the same way Tyrion did Tywin, LOL 😭 as for Ivan, I see parallels between him and Aegon the Conqueror (two sisters, plagued with visions, etc.), but I can't deny that the Targaryen I compare him the most to is Maegor. Before his injury, anyway. I love Ivan neutral and complicated and all that, but I really do enjoy villains 😈 By god he'd make a dashing Stark though– tall, strong and cunning with just the right amount of iciness. Winter is coming and so am I 🫣🫡 LMAO

And for Suzie !! As a Targaryen stan first and foremost, I drew inspiration from Rhaena. Or even Mya Stone! But that's just my bias for mountains talking. I can absolutely see her as a Tully though– proud and strong like Hoster Tully was in his youth. And definitely protective of her children (if any) like Catelyn, barring the bastardphobia LMAO but oh, you mentioned the Blackwoods and I had the strongest urge to draw Suzie like Alysanne 😔💖 it's also become perfect since I darkened her hair hshfjshf

[queen-scribbles]

oh, SHOOT, thought of a perfect title for the Trinne/Lann thing I'm working on but I'm 99.9% sure I already used it for a Silver/Corso fic like ten years ago. 😂

[callsign-rogueone]

our girl - d.a + x.r.

Dain Aetos x reader x Xaden Riorson You and Xaden have been hooking up for a while now, but Threshing throws a wrench (and another person) into your relationship. [request] words: 2.5k (went a little overboard lol, this dynamic was so fun to think about) 🏷: FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME SPOILERS. NSFW at the end. she/her reader. I did this one a little differently; a full scene with dialogue, and then headcanons about what the relationship would be like (sfw, nsfw + angst; I apologize in advance…) banner made by user cafekitsune!

You dismount, managing to land on your feet. Maybe the gauntlet had been good practice after all, and not just a form of torture. The flight field is slowly filling in with dragons and their chosen riders. Dain is standing next to you with a massive red daggertail. Nice.

Your two dragons look at each other, and for a moment you’re worried they’re going to start a fight, but they just bump heads softly. They’re… friends?

Then Dain’s dragon turns toward you, looking you in the eye, and you freeze, holding completely still as it sniffs you. You must pass inspection, because he pulls back after a few seconds, satisfied, but you don’t dare move, your heart still pounding.

“Relax, girl. I will not hurt you.”

You startle at the second voice speaking to you, stumbling back in shock. A shimmering red string has appeared beside the soft blue one you share with Lann. You tug on it gently, and Dain’s eyes snap toward you, having felt the pull.

“They’re mated.”

“Smart boy,” Cath purrs.

You’re still trying to get used to having another being speaking in your head, hearing your every thought, but now you have two?

You don’t have time to complain about it before Xaden comes running toward you.

Both Lann and Cath stand taller, flaring their nostrils. Cath looks like he’s contemplating how Xaden would taste.

Xaden comes to a stop a few yards away, not wanting to provoke them. It’s easy enough for him to put it together, seeing Dain standing behind you with the mated pair. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Cath blows a puff of foul-smelling steam at Xaden in warning. “Tell him to watch his tone.” 

You don’t.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Xaden says, a look in his eye you’ve never seen before; pure anger.

You take a step back, bumping into Lann’s foreleg. She curls her neck down, placing her head between your body and Xaden’s. You’ve only been bonded all of ten minutes, but she’s already willing to protect you with her life.

“It wasn’t her fault,” Dain challenges, crossing his arms. “Nor is it mine.” 

Your stomach flips. You’d never expected that Dain would be the one defending you here.

“I should gut you before the bond gets any stronger,” Xaden threatens. What is he so mad for?

“You of all people should know that the consequences can be dire. You won’t risk her life in that way.”

“What the hell are the two of you talking about?” You ask, but they don’t answer, too busy threatening each other.

“Human males and their arguing,” Lann sighs. “Were they dragons, they’d fight to the death and the victor would keep you.”

“That remains a possibility,” you reply quietly, still watching the two of them. Xaden certainly looks like he’s contemplating murder right now. 

“I could just incinerate him, but Sgaeyl would have my head if I did,” Cath muses, sounding bored. “And you seem attached.”

You turn to glare at him. “Not funny.”

“Threats from someone your size are only humorous,” Cath replies, still watching the two men argue.

“Like it or not, Riorson, she’s my responsibility now,” Dain says firmly. What is that supposed to mean? Why does Dain care all of a sudden if you live or die?

“Do not forget that you have a voice in this matter, too,” Lann adds.

She’s right.

“Quit it, both of you!” You interrupt before they can come to blows, and both boys turn toward you, quieting. “Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!”

Their eyes soften.

“Darling, I didn’t mean-“ Xaden begins.

You cross your arms over your chest, glaring up at the boy. “I’m not done,” you say, and he falls silent. “Dain’s right; neither of us asked for this, but it happened, and there’s no changing it now. I know you two hate each other, but I will not have you two fighting over me like I’m some kind of object. Neither of you have any claim to me. I’m not your girlfriend, and even if I was, you still don’t own me. I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions and keep myself safe.”

Neither of them respond, silent and guilty as your words settle in.

“And that is why I chose you,” Lann says proudly.

You ignore the compliment, stepping away from her and turning to leave, swiping the tears from your cheeks.

“I apologize, shrewd one.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly. “You didn’t know.”

—————————————————

“Professor Kaori?” You ask quietly. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

He already knows why you’re here. “I heard about you and Aetos. Cath and Lann have been mated for nearly two centuries. Their bond is strong.”

“Have you known many other pairs like them?”

“A few,” he answers. “Dragons can live for millennia. Unlike us, they do not fall in love at age twenty, and they are quite selective with their partner. It is a lifelong commitment for them, and not one they take lightly.”

“And their riders?” You ask, holding your breath.

“A pair at Montserrat, who are now married, and another pair who regard each other like blood sisters.” 

He doesn’t mention anyone like you and Dain, who hardly know each other and don’t really care to.

“I‘ll make this clear with you, cadet, as you need to know this and accept it; you and Aetos will be stuck together until the end of your days. The four of you must exist as a functional unit. The grief of one of your deaths may be enough to end you all.”

Your eyes widen. So that’s why Xaden had been so pissed.

“You are both excellent students who will undoubtedly become skilled riders,” Kaori says. “Get to know each other in the coming weeks, and settle your differences sooner than later. The health of your relationship, even if it remains strictly professional, is vital.”

You thank him quietly, heading back to your room. You don’t have time to stew over the news; you have assignments due tomorrow.

Two hours pass. You’ve just finished proofreading your essay when there’s a knock on the door.

Dain and Xaden. You motion for them to come in, knowing that the two of them together outside your door will look deeply suspicious to any passerby. 

“What the fuck do you two want?”

Xaden nods at Dain, motioning for him to talk.

“We discussed it, and we realized you’re right. We’re just going to have to deal with this, and there’s no use in us fighting about it.”

Xaden speaks next. “You’ve proven that you can handle yourself, but we both still want to protect you. We care for you deeply, and that’s not going to change. We’re declaring a truce.”

“Whose idea was that?” You ask, wary.

“His,” Dain answers. Interesting. 

You look to Xaden. “And you’re fine with this,” you say, motioning between you and Dain, “that we’ll be able to speak directly to each other, that we can’t be apart for more than a few days, that we’re going to be stationed together for life?”

“Yes. I trust him not to hurt you, if only because his life is now tied to yours.”

That’s high praise coming from Riorson, who doesn’t fully trust anyone. You don’t dare ask why he feels this way.

“As you said,” Xaden continues, the tone of his voice making your heart flutter, “I hold no claim to you. You remain your own person, no matter how strongly I feel for you or how many nights we have spent together. The decision lies with you.”

“Dain?” You ask. 

He’s been silent, watching you with a softness in his eyes. He’d never taken a good look at you before, never appreciated how beautiful you are. “If he’s okay with it, and you are, then I am too.”

You’d never felt compassion for Dain, never cared if he lived or died, but now you’re overwhelmed with a sense that you need to protect him — to guard that little red string until your last breath. “I care for both of you as well. You’re both good men, who are important to me, and I’d like to have you remain in my life, if you promise to play nicely.”

You extend a pinky to each of them.

Dain looks confused.

“She doesn’t fuck around with pinky promises. This might as well be a blood oath for her,” Xaden explains, interlocking your fingers — this isn’t new to him.

Dain reaches forward, the warmth of his skin against yours sending a wave of soothing energy through you.

“Are you going to make us pinky promise each other too?” He asks playfully, the first joke you’ve ever heard him crack.

Xaden is unamused. “Don’t push it, Aetos.”

You giggle at his barely-restrained contempt. This is gonna be fun.

———————————————

sfw

Most of the quadrant know that yours and Dain’s dragons are mated, and that messing with one of the four of you means invoking the wrath of the other three. For the first time since conscription day, you can walk the halls alone without fearing for your life.

Nobody is aware of Xaden’s role in the relationship, and he prefers to keep it that way — it keeps the target off your back, and this way nobody can say that he’s giving you special treatment or shame you for having two partners. Garrick is the only person who knows about all of this, and he’s sworn to secrecy (that had certainly been an interesting conversation to have).

Xaden may not declare his feelings for you publicly, but he and Sgaeyl are always watching your back, ready to jump in should Dain not be there or should things get out of his control.

The two act generally indifferent to each other, but their love of you is enough for them to behave when you’re around.

They find a good balance between treating you like a princess and pushing you to be the best you can be, letting you do your own work and prepare yourself for what’s to come after graduation. 

nsfw:

The first time you felt Lann and Cath going at it was... interesting.

Xaden knew that this would happen eventually, having felt the same feeling before from Tairn and Sgaeyl. He had warned you days prior that the overwhelming need could lead you astray easily, but that he wouldn’t be mad if you and Dain acted on it.

And act you did. You became addicted to Dain’s touch as soon as you felt it, not wanting it to be a one-time thing, and that’s when the three of you decided that the boys would share you.

We all know Xaden is possessive. He used to call you “my girl” when it was just the two of you hooking up, but now you’re their girl.

“Aww, is our pretty girl needy?”

“I think our girl deserves a reward for being so good.”

Dain is shy at first, but he works up the confidence to start teasing you through the bond. He loves to watch you squirm from across the room as his voice speaks directly into your mind, telling you how hot you looked sparring, what he’s going to do to you tonight…

Xaden does something similar, his shadows brushing your arms and neck, sometimes even slipping under your clothes to touch your body when he can’t, giving soft caresses to your back and waist, but he’ll never take it too far — just enough to make you want his hands on you instead. 

They’re competitive as hell. They’ll tag team you, taking turns to see who can make you cum harder/faster. Your personal record is six times in one night, three apiece before you nearly passed out. They declared a tie, putting aside their egos to care for their sweet girl who had taken it all so well for them.

Sometimes you get both of them at once, and it’s a little overwhelming but so so good. Making out with one while the other is on his knees for you, or one holding your hand and telling you how pretty you look while the other pounds you into the mattress…

The two of them together are the ultimate brat taming combo, with Dain’s strictness and Xaden’s strength. If you give them attitude, get too cozy with another rider, purposely put yourself in danger, or neglect to take care of yourself (overworking, skipping meals, not getting enough sleep…), you’ll have some consequences to face when you’re back behind closed doors that night.

Xaden will tie your hands behind your back with his shadows, Dain edging you until you cry and apologize, promising that you’ll never break their rules again (but you inevitably do, and then they have to teach you your lesson all over again, hehe)

Despite how rough they can be with you, they always take incredibly good care of you afterward, staying to clean you up and hold you close, reminding you how much they love you.

You’re always in the middle when cuddling afterward, as they refuse to touch each other more than absolutely necessary, but you don’t complain, just happy to be held and fall asleep safe between your two strong men 🥰

and now some angst, because that’s what I do:

When you and Dain came back from RSC, bloody and limp, Xaden took care of both of you, finally showing some love to Dain and taking pity on him, helping bandage his wounds and wash the dried blood from his skin.

Eventually Xaden starts distancing himself from the two of you, worried that Dain will read his memories either on purpose or by accident, and find out about his dealings with the gryphon fliers, which you have no idea about.

He plays it off as being busy with third year / wingleader stuff, and you and Dain don’t think anything of it; Xaden has always been withdrawn, never the type to share his thoughts unprompted, and he likes to spend time alone.

When Violet bonds with Tairn at threshing, you realize how Xaden had felt when he realized you and Dain were tied together, only you were less angry and more sad. 

You knew this would happen, that Tairn would have to choose a rider eventually, but it still hurt you deeply. Dain held you all night, whispering sweet things to you while you cried and promising that he would never ever leave you.

You decide to rip the bandage off first, finding Xaden alone a few days later and telling him that for the sake of all four of you and your dragons, this should end here.

He agreed quietly, giving you one last kiss and holding you for a few minutes before finally letting go. 

When Basgiath found out about the revolution, about everything going on beyond the wards, the two of you didn’t hesitate to follow Xaden to Aretia — he may no longer be yours, but you still love him and would gladly fight by his side until the end of your days. 💔

[thewingedbaron]

Owlcatober Day Eight: Archetype

Bloodhound (716 words)

Fandom: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous

Warnings: None

Read here under the cut, or on Ao3

Allix breathed deep and long as the noise and smells of Drezen faded into the background. His companions were on the road once more, hunting down the source of mysterious demon ambushes that seemed to come from nowhere. Disappearances of their scouts and rangers on the southern front had finally grown concerning enough to justify his personal involvement, pushing the Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade from his fortress and out into the wilds once more. Despite the dire situation, Allix could not help the grin that broke across his lips as he left the city behind and ventured into the rolling hills and deep forests of old Sarkoris once more. 

“The Commander looks chipper for someone about to walk into the wounded lands.” Seelah mused. 

“I can’t blame him. I don’t exactly like being cooped up in the city either.” Lann replied. “You’d think he was practically jumping for joy at the prospect of tracking down a demon army this morning. That or Woljif snuck a little something extra in his coffee.” 

“Like sugar?” Arueshalae asked. “I’ve seen many mortals seem to enjoy sugar in their coffee, though I thought our stores of both were running low. Perhaps Woljif was trying to be kind.” 

“One day soon, I’m going to teach you the joys of Cheliaxian whiskey.” Seelah grinned. “I don’t think our light-fingered friend snuck anything into the Commander’s drink. I think we’re simply seeing a bloodhound in his element for the first time in a while.”

“The joys of the hunt can be quite… invigorating.” Greybor agreed, making all three of them jump. 

“I hate when he does that.” Lann groaned as the dwarven assassin’s laughter echoed in his wake. 

- - -

The first signs of demon passage started near Greengates, a burnt out temple of Desna where Allix and party had first met Arueshalae some weeks ago. At the reformed demoness’ request, they paused at the temple for the night so she could pay respects at the quiet little grave, marked with a butterfly, near the belltower. The next morning, they moved on, hot the heels of whatever these strange demons were that had suddenly appeared in the Crusade’s backline. 

The rest of the party watched, somewhat amused as Allix picked over the trail. He pretended to ignore their giggles and whispers, especially when coins changed hands between Seelah and Greybor as they bet on how quickly their commander could identify and follow the tracks left by the demonic infiltrators. So far, it seemed like Seelah was losing a lot of money, so just occasionally he would slow, seemingly taking his time to pour over every detail until Greybor would sigh and surrender an ever growing sack of gold to the grinning paladin. 

The tracks, themselves, were not hard to follow. A significant force of demons had cut its way across the wounded lands, leaving evidence of their passing wherever they went. Old blood from skirmishes, broken weapons and armor, and a myriad of footprints and drag marks made an easy path for Allix to follow. Child’s play, really, for anyone skilled in tracking and killing. He’d made a career as a bounty hunter before coming to the World Wound, and had spent the months after being named the Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade studying everything there was to know about demonkind. His nickname amongst the crusaders, Bloodhound, was well earned.

The trail finally ran cold in a low valley amongst the caves. Abyssal scrawlings covered the high canyon walls. Long blood trails showed signs of prisoners, or bodies, that had been dragged across the rocky floor and into the caves. 

“What’s the plan, Commander?” Seelah asked, eyeing the caves with apprehension. 

“Go in quietly, take down whoever’s inside, and get out scouts out.” Allix replied, narrowing his eyes at the inky darkness. “Keep your heads low until we know exactly what we’re dealing with.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Greybor smiled, running a thumb over the edge of his ax. “Just make sure the paladin here isn’t making too much noise in all that armor.” 

“She’ll be fine.” Allix said, nipping the old argument in the bud. With his freehand, he cast a small spell, muting the sound of Seelah’s heavy plate to a soft jingle. “Follow me. And remember to stay low.” 

[dujour13]

Owlcatober 2. Favorite food

the 4th and final part of The Prodigal Tiefling - also on AO3

(CW food & fluff)

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It was a pretty sweet plan.

Siavash settled his back against the cool wall of the Citadel balcony and smiled to himself as he played, while a gap in the Worldwound vapors above the west guard tower twinkled with evening stars, winking back at him like they were in on it.

His fingers had found their music again since he’d recovered Woljif alive in the Worldwound. He’d only been half aware what a weight he’d been dragging since the tiefling disappeared, but now that it was lifted song rose out of him as easily as breath again.

Not that all the weight was lifted. The night of the gargoyles he’d lost a lot of people, the flames of hope he’d kindled as Knight-Commander extinguished far too soon, and by his own negligence. Every death was like a punch to the gut, but it was the mental image of the young tiefling’s body shattered against cold Worldwound rocks that ached the most.

They’d started to be friends. Or so he’d hoped.

Of course Woljif ran that night. How could anyone blame him? He ran because he was smart enough to catch the scent of shit on the wind, and to know this new Knight-Commander was in it over his head.

But also smart enough to stay alive out there. Siavash smiled again, shifting to a more cheerful chord.

Since they got back to Drezen the tiefling seemed uncharacteristically subdued, and Siavash hoped a little welcome-back gesture might lift his spirits and let him know he really was forgiven, at least as far as the Knight-Commander was concerned.

At the same time, he had to be careful it wouldn’t be mistaken for flirting, which he definitely wasn’t. Siavash vowed to stick to his self-imposed penance—which he’d already cheated on twice in the two years since Kristov, but that didn’t really count, because neither of those guys was anyone he’d ever really fall for—

Oh.

His fingers faltered on the strings.

Right. That was why he needed to keep this strictly friendly, and yet special; hence the plan.

* * *

“Wait. Are you telling me you lugged those all the way out here into the Worldwound for the last day and a half’s march?” Lann looked at Siavash like he’d sprouted a horn.

“Yeah,” Siavash grinned.

“If you’re complainin’ I’ll eat yours,” Woljif volunteered, snatching a cherry roll from the boxful in the chief’s arms and threatening to swipe another.

“Wouldn’t want the Knight-Commander’s efforts to go to waste.” Lann swatted his hand and helped himself.

“What’sh the occasion?” Seelah asked through a mouthful.

“Our merry band of Kenabres city defenders is back together at last,” Siavash beamed. “Setting out to defeat the forces of the Abyss side-by-side once again. I thought that was worth a little celebration.”

For a moment everyone gaped at him, standing there in the Worldwound wastes in his green striped trousers, purple tunic and aqua scarf, guitar strapped across his back, smiling broadly over a box full of slightly stale cherry rolls, luminous Elysian butterflies fluttering around his head.

“Party time!” yelled Aivu, bounding excitedly across the rocks. “Pass!”

“Ready?”

As she caught the lobbed pastry it exploded into crumbs and sticky cherry filling that she licked from her grinning dragon-lips as she trotted back.

“Very promising,” Daeran mused, nibbling at the cherry roll poised on a lace handkerchief thrown over his hand like a doily. “Am I to understand that if I run off in the middle of a dire battle and then come slinking back with my tail between my legs you’ll throw us another pastry party? Next time with mimosas, I might hope?”

Woljif’s mouth was too full for a retort.

Meanwhile the succubus, on whose request they were currently headed for Greengates, stood off alone keeping an eye on the perilous terrain that lay ahead. Siavash called her over.

“Arueshalae, have one.”

“I shouldn’t,” she said meekly, dark liquid eyes lowered.

“Don’t tell me you’re watching your carbs,” said Seelah. “Sister, you can afford a cherry roll.”

“I’ll eat hers,” Woljif volunteered through stuffed cheeks.

“No, I—I just don’t think it’s right. I wasn’t in Kenabres.”

“You were there in dreams. That counts.”

At Siavash’s apparent sincerity Daeran burst into a peal of mocking laughter. “In that case I shall catch up on my beauty sleep, perchance to dream of striking down a dozen demons. For the cause.” And he settled into a languorous pose with his pack as a pillow.

Seeing Lann’s look of despair Seelah elbowed him. “Don’t be such a sourpuss. It’s not the kind of Crusade I expected when I came here either, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Still, Arueshalae shook her head. “Someone like me doesn’t deserve—”

“Nonsense!” Siavash cut her off. “Arueshalae, if you’d like to join our Merry Band, with all the privileges and responsibilities that entails, you must partake of the sacred cherry roll.”

Bashfully she gave in, taking up the dripping red roll in both hands and, just as she had once done with still-beating human hearts, brought it reverently to her lips.

“Haha! You’re one of us now, like it or not!” Seelah slapped her on the shoulder, rousing a swirl of butterflies.

Later when the others had wandered off to their camp occupations, Siavash found himself alone by the fire with Woljif.

“Thanks, chief,” the tiefling said, patting his stomach with a satisfied grin. “My lucky day. Cherry rolls are my favorite.”

“I know. That’s why I chose them.”

“I—huh—?”

“You mentioned it once.”

“Guess I musta,” Woljif mumbled. His tail twisted.

“I like to take note of little things like that with people,” Siavash explained, just to make sure it was crystal clear he was not flirting.

“Ah, I get it. Part a’ the diplomattin’.”

“Sometimes. And sometimes just part of being a friend.”

Woljif’s tail froze in mid-twist. He began to fidget with the cuffs of his jacket. “You really are an original, chief, you know that?”

“I could say the same of you.” Siavash pinched himself mentally. Stop.

But Woljif chattered on unawares. “I mean, if it was anybody else I’d say you’d get eaten alive out there, tryina make friends with people like me, but I dunno, somehow you pull it off. In fact I’m startin’ to think that’s what landed you the job, and what’s keepin’ this crusade goin’. I don’t bet ol’ Galfrey ever hauled snacks halfway across the Worldwound for her chums. You know how to play the game your way, chief.”

Siavash chuckled. “Nothing gets past you.”

“Ha. Looks like not much gets past you either.” Woljif glanced up and there was a conspiratorial flash in his clever yellow eyes, bordering on affectionate. Suspecting he was being played, and playing along? Suddenly he flushed and pretended to interest himself in the blank horizon of the Worldwound in the opposite direction.

And while his eyes were averted, Siavash stole another look, admiring the way his curls framed his profile in the firelight, and already planning another trip to the Drezen bakery just to see those eyes light up again, and that clever, dimpled, slightly greedy but also sincere smile that made his heart glow warm as the southern Andoren sun.

Stop. Leave the poor guy alone. “I’m glad you liked them,” he said softly as he rose. He couldn’t help placing a hand on Woljif’s shoulder on the way. “And I’m glad you’re back with us.”

Woljif’s cheeks had gone glaringly ruddy. “Yeah, me too, trust me. I mean where else can a guy get cherry rolls out here except with you—guys. Sure as hells not with Baphomet cultists.”

“So you’ll stick around?”

It took a moment for him to answer, like he was working up his courage or struggling with something. Probably, Siavash reflected with regret, all too aware he was being reeled in, and Siavash could do nothing to express his sincerity without crossing the forbidden flirting line, so he just stood there wearing his most reassuring smile and hoping that would do. Let me give you more than snacks. Please trust me.

Woljif shrugged. “Sure.”

A pause.

Woljif sighed. “I mean yeah. I’ll stick around.” Sheepishly returning the smile, the glow of firelight in his eyes was softer than he probably would have liked. “I promise.”

[another-heroine]

Hi Min! For my beloved Katya:

gluttony 3, wrath 4, sloth 3, lust 2

Seven Deadly Sins Headcanons

Hello gorgeous! It's always a pleasure answering your asks ;v;

Ok, here we go:

Gluttony

is your muse the type to leave the last bit of food for someone else, or to take it for themselves before someone else can claim it?

Depends. All her life she had to share food and suplies in general with her siblings and even the community due their lack of resources underground — kind of like Lann and the neathlanders.

But after she left Irrisen, she learned to appreciate whole meals.

Towards her companions, she always leaves the last bit for Ember or Lann if it's something they love a lot. That’s one of her love languages.

Wrath

did your muse get into fights as a kid? do they get into fights as an adult? if your muse never got into fights before, would they in the name of self defense?

Since a very young age, Katya was taught to avoid fights at all costs. Her mother was afraid of, even after they got further from the rest of the community, Ekaterina’s standing would bring misunderstandment over herself.

Obviously, it did not work well. Especially in her teenagehood. Boys got so mean and perversions that she just blasted fire over them. Some got deeply injured, many druids wanted to ban her, but the Archdruid denied their pleas and defended her. Never again anyone touched a single hair on the girl's head.

In the adulthood, she is what you see: collected, sometimes sarcastic, but too tired to get into fights.

Sloth

what chores/responsibilities does your muse avoid doing at all costs?

Hard to say. She is more focus than her creator [nervous laughter]. But I would say chopping wood for the fire. It's a heavy work, and in the end of that, she feels awful, sore, and smelling bad due sweat.

Also, back in Irrisen, cutting ice for the bath houses. You just don't cut ice: you cut it, put on the sled and guide a pair of stubborn reindeers back to the hills, avoiding bandits and predators. It takes all day as much as chopping wood.

Lust

what is your muse's sexuality? if asexual, are they sex favorable, sex indifferent, or sex repulsed?

She is pansexual! She loves you the way you are, just sit here and have some tea and cuddles.

(A/N: There is no a super difference between bi and pan, and many of us already had this conversation, but when I'm creating my blorbos they simply 'tell me' how they want to be portraited and so I do it)

[phatburd]

Title: The Marshal’s Court

Genre: Romantic Dramedy (In the style of Bridgerton)

Setting: The First French Empire, Napoleon’s Marshals as the central characters

Season 1, Episode 2: “Blood and Feathers”

Episode Synopsis:

The second episode delves deeper into the tangled web of relationships, rivalries, and the occasional military maneuver, juxtaposing personal drama with the geopolitical realities of the Napoleonic era. Historical accuracy is maintained, but the writers take artistic liberties to heighten the drama. Each Marshal faces growing tensions within their ranks, with Napoleon continuing to pull strings behind the scenes.

Opening Scene:

The episode opens with a misty dawn at a military camp near Boulogne, where the Marshals are gathered in preparation for the next campaign. Napoleon’s ambitious plans to invade Britain hang in the air, but so do the unresolved tensions between the Marshals. The camera pans over tents as officers and soldiers bustle about, but a shadowy figure slips out of Bessières’ tent. It’s Murat, half-dressed, with a flirtatious grin tugging at his lips as he strides back to his quarters. The intimate glance exchanged between the two men adds further fuel to the Bessimu ship.

Fan-favorite moment: Bessières is visibly distressed, muttering a hurried prayer with his rosary as guilt tears him apart. Fans begin flooding social media, speculating how long the two can keep their romance secret. The Bessimu ship reaches new heights with #ConflictedBessieres trending as fans dive into his internal struggle.

Lannes’ Sword Diplomacy:

Cut to Lannes in Paris, summoned by Napoleon to discuss his new diplomatic mission to Portugal. Lannes is visibly seething, preferring the battlefield to the conference room, but Napoleon insists. “Your temper,” Napoleon muses with a sly smile, “may be just the thing the Portuguese need to fear.”

Lannes, never one to back down from a challenge, storms into his new role, slamming his sword on the table during tense negotiations. His aggressive tactics shock the diplomats but ultimately result in favorable terms for France. Back at court, Napoleon smirks at his success, while murmurs begin to circulate about Lannes’ unconventional methods.

Fan Reactions: The #LannesLives fan club goes wild at this development. His unorthodox yet successful diplomacy (based on true events) is a key moment for Lannes fans, who rally behind his character, demanding even more screentime. Memes flood fan pages of Lannes banging his sword on various historical treaty tables.

Marmont and Junot Duel:

Meanwhile, Junot’s growing instability becomes more apparent. At a lavish banquet in Boulogne, Junot—unprovoked—challenges Marmont to a duel, enraged by Marmont’s smug attitude about being Napoleon’s confidant. Marmont, barely containing his amusement, tries to deflect Junot’s erratic behavior, but Junot insists, demanding satisfaction.

The duel scene is tense but played for a mix of comedy and drama. Marmont toys with Junot at first, showing off his fencing skills, but as Junot’s madness flashes through, Marmont is forced to take the duel seriously. Just as things grow deadly, Davout steps in, grabbing Junot’s wrist and stopping the duel.

Davout, calm and cold, locks eyes with Junot: “Not here. Not like this.” Junot, shaken but still volatile, reluctantly backs down, but the seeds of his eventual breakdown are planted.

Historical Layer: This duel is a fictional twist on Junot’s real-life impulsiveness and increasing instability, which worsened as his mental health deteriorated.

Fan Reactions: Fans love the dramatic duel, but concern grows for Junot’s character arc. #SaveJunot trends as viewers plead for a redemption arc, though those familiar with history know his decline is inevitable. Meanwhile, Marmont is seen as increasingly aloof and out of touch, sparking mixed reactions from fans who enjoy his sharp wit but find his arrogance grating.

Davout vs. Bernadotte:

At the same banquet, a simmering tension between Davout and Bernadotte finally boils over. Bernadotte, ever the political manipulator, makes a snide comment about Davout’s icy demeanor, implying that his rigid discipline would be better suited to a “prison guard” than a Marshal of France.

Davout doesn’t respond at first, but the tension between them is palpable. The other Marshals exchange uneasy glances, knowing that this rivalry has been brewing since the Austrian Campaign. Soult watches with interest, clearly enjoying the spectacle of his two rivals tearing at each other.

Later, in a quiet moment, Napoleon pulls Bernadotte aside, reminding him that while personal ambition is natural, it must never come before the Empire. Bernadotte feigns loyalty but smirks behind Napoleon’s back, already plotting his next move.

Fan Reactions: The Davout/Bernadotte feud instantly captures fan attention, with viewers debating which Marshal is in the right. #TeamDavout and #TeamBernadotte hashtags emerge as fans take sides, adding a new layer of fandom discourse. Historical enthusiasts point out the real-life friction between these two men, deepening the drama’s appeal.

Ending Scene and Next Episode Teasers:

The episode ends with a private moment between Murat and Bessières. They meet under the cover of darkness, their affection for each other evident but fraught with tension. Murat tries to reassure Bessières, but his carefree attitude only deepens Bessières’ inner conflict. Bessières’ face shows the turmoil as he contemplates his faith, his duty, and his feelings for Murat.

Historical nod: Murat’s notorious vanity and charisma are on full display, while Bessières’ devout Catholicism and deep sense of duty are drawn from real-life accounts of his character.

Next Episode Teasers:

• Napoleon summons his Marshals to lay out his next grand strategy—plans to cross the Channel and invade England. However, logistical challenges and infighting among the Marshals threaten to derail his ambitions. Masséna and Soult find themselves in a heated argument over tactical decisions, with Napoleon forced to intervene.

• Junot’s mental state worsens, leading him to make a rash decision that puts his career—and life—in jeopardy. A letter from his wife, Laure Junot, raises alarm among the other Marshals as his once close friends struggle with how to help him.

• Davout faces a covert plot from Bernadotte to undermine his command, setting the stage for even more intense rivalries as the Marshals prepare for the next campaign.

• Lannes receives troubling news from Portugal, forcing him to return to Paris and confront Napoleon. Will his diplomatic success unravel, or will his aggressive tactics continue to pay off?

Fan Predictions:

Viewers eagerly anticipate the next episode, with many speculating that the English Channel campaign will bring the Marshals together on the battlefield, where their rivalries will reach a boiling point. Meanwhile, the Junot storyline captures viewers’ hearts, as fans brace themselves for his inevitable decline. Bessimu shippers are at the edge of their seats, wondering how long Murat and Bessières can keep their secret under wraps.

[danceofdragonsrphq]

THE START OF A DYNASTY: THE HEIR OF CASTERLY ROCK

Hello writers!

We are traveling again thank you for your patience as we have worked out the details for OUR FIRST EVENT IN THE WESTERLANDS (Starting today April 8th and ending May 31st). Our muses find themselves in the Kingdom of Tyland Lannister as the king prepares to present the heir to the throne, Prince Arthur Lannister. Beneath the cut you will find a breakdown of housing, locations, and events.

Casterly Rock is carved out of a colossal stone hill beside the Sunset Sea. It is popularly believed to resemble a lion in repose at sunset. The Rock is two leagues (six miles) long from west to east and has a width of two miles from north to south. Its peak is about 2,100 feet high which makes it three times as high as the highest point of the Wall and taller than the Hightower of Oldtown too.

All Westerland courtiers, royals and the families of the hands will stay within the Rock while all council members of other regions will stay in Lannisport with their families.

Locations:

The Stone Garden is a godswood in a cave within the Rock. It contains a twisted weirwood whose tangled roots have almost filled the cave, choking out all other growth. (Casterly)

The Lion's Tor is an ancient place of history within the Westerlands, roughly an hours ride away from Casterly Rock if the weather is good and the roads are clear. Search "The Lion's Tor" in the server for more details about this ancient location.

Cliffside Theatre is a location built along the cliffs.

The Great Sept of Lannisport; Domina Nostra In Septem Caelum: Information found here.

Events/Activities:

Lann's Day: Each year upon the first of june, the westerlands celebrates lann's day. The festival is centered within the city of Lannisport; highly decorated and filler with various competitions based on wit and intellect, colorful tents holding produce, and dances conducted by singers and storytellers. When in public it is expect for one to usually wear a mask in order to conceal their identity. Once the sun beings to set a game begins where people will attempt unmark each other, should you be unmasked you are expected to pay up a fee. Whoever collects the most amount of coins from unmasking people through the night will be crowned the day's "king" or "queen". Note: The Festival has a dubious reputation, and noble women are chaperoned around the city.

The Fair Games: The decorated warriors of Fair Isle put on performances of strength whether they are taking part in duels, gladiatorial style contests such as fighting lions or bears, and fears known to the Fair Isle Warriors. This is a show as much as it is a demonstration of strength.

The King's Games: These are your standard games that take place during these large gatherings; jousting, melee, archery, and the like.

Chariot Racing: An event, much like the King's Games, are open to the public. It's fierce competition much beloved by Highborns and smallfolk alike .

Justice Gallery: This allows people to go and watch a trial, another popular pastime among many in the region.

Mount Market: A popular market that's often filled to bursting with or without a major event happening, you can find many items here, even a few you're not meant to have.

Port Settlements: Dotted in and around Lannister lands, namely near the water, these locations offer beaches and alcoves for visitors and residents alike.

Smuggling Caves: Dens of smugglers, purchase even more illegal wares here and perhaps find some trouble.

The Ghost Ship: A wrecked ship people sneak on to and explore. Many swear there are ghost and you can hear the sounds of the crew preparing the leave if you're there at morning.

[impetuous-impulse]

Tagged by @cadmusfly.

Last Song: Napoleonically speaking, I read the last song I listened to (thanks to Victor Hugo). Le roi d'Yvetot is by Jean-Pierre de Béranger (1780-1857), a popular chansonnier. He was under Lucien Bonaparte's patronage for a bit. This song satirises Napoleon, and apparently Napoleon heard it one day and was like "haha funny". I found a record of it below.

There's also this recent version, which is clearer and more dynamic.

William Makepeace Thackeray made a translation of it, as seen here. Someone also posted the French text in the comments of the first song, so you can machine translate to get the literal meanings.

More generally, I've been on a nostalgia trip listening to older songs. Time-Forgotten One (時忘人) strikes me as apt for this blog, because the lyrics explore grief and survivor's guilt in a post-war context (with a twist at the end). Of his comrades, the singer muses:

Even though the long-drawn-out war has ended / where have they gone / have they gone to a land where no grass grows / and continued the fight there？/ I continue to wait for them

I remember fighting with comrade whom I could entrust my back to / Now I am the only one left on this street, where have the familiar faces gone？

Translations adapted from here (if you want to experience the story in its glory). The creator hinayukki also posted a remake recently.

Currently Watching: Two reality TV shows, which I need to catch up on.

Three ships: Any kind of ship, right? Not my favourite or anything? Okay. I define shipping by two people interacting with and reacting to each other intensely, whatever that may mean. The following are some I would actively promote.

Ney/Soult: From comrades and work friends to "bitter rivals" (and scholars continue their feud). I love a good friends to rivals/enemies to something else, and their historical relationship gives me so much material to work with. You can create something very historically-compliant and trace various narratives depending on what you focus on. Desaix/Saint-Cyr: Two giants who respected each other equally and were intimate friends (to the point of using "tu" with each other). Hot/cold foils (commented on contemporaries and later writers). There is also some tragedy in outliving one of your closest friends (of which you have so few), ascending to a higher rank than he did in life, while disliking the institution who bestowed the accolades upon you. Bernadotte/Brahe: This is just here for how codependent they were. Bedside counselling deep into the night? Brahe having a room of Bernadotte statues? Matching rings with braided hair? So much potential.

Honourable shout-out to Jourdan/Kléber as a thought experiment of the ephemeral variety (I think my bias for the Rhine armies is showing). I would also like to mention [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], but I suspect it would get me dragged through the mud by fans of Ney (as he is represented in popular tradition), haha.

Favourite Colour: Gold and green, currently.

Currently consuming: The last food I had was vegetable broth.

First ship: In the Napoleonic fandom, it would be NapJuno (because of the plausibility).

Relationship status: Complicated

Last Movie: The Holdovers (2023). A good alternate Christmas Hallmark movie.

Currently working on: 1) The Ney and Soult Get-Along T-Shirt AU, where Ney escapes arrest with Soult's help post-Waterloo. Here's a WIP of it choked with purple prose to prove it isn't dead:

2) A Lannes WIP. 3) A non-Napoleonic fic that I desperately need to finish so I can be more active on here again.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it—go ahead.

[diagnosed-anxiety-disorder]

Napoleonic Figures + My Music Taste

using my extremely limited knowledge, imma just associate the people I semi-confidently know with songs / bands that I like for funzies 👍 btw im not associating only based on lyrics so if the lyrics dont match the person im going off of vibe + my synthesia says so

Napoleon: Bad Religion, Three Days Grace, Rush, Korn - You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring - Hooray For Me... by Bad Religion - My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone - Pathetique Beethoven Piano Sonata

Lannes: The Offspring, System of a Down, Green Day, All Time Low - No Brakes by The Offspring - Hitchin' a Ride by Green Day - Shit Boat (No Fans) by Alestorm 🤡🤡 - Silesian Melodies for 4 violins by Lutoslawski

Junot: Muse, Pierce the Veil, My Chemical Romance, Jack Stauber - You by Candlebox - Props & Mayhem by Pierce the Veil - Against The Kitchen Floor by Will Wood - Shostakovich Jazz Suite No. 2: IV. Waltz 1

Murat: KISS, Def Leppard, Fall Out Boy, Paramore - Brand New City by Mitski - The Sanity Assassin by Bauhaus - Emperor's New Clothes - Panic! at the Disco - Le Cid Ballet Suite: Castillane by (i have no idea)

well there goes my last braincell– if I got anyone's vibe wrong let me know!

[spyridonya]

Kadira, what are your favorite things about Lann and Daeran?

OC Interview: Send a question directed to one of my characters /muses, and I’ll answer in character as them!

"Ah…" There's a smile that shy on her lips, but her shoulders are relaxed. "There so many things I like about them." Fingers tap her lower lip and she looks up, "Let me tell you a few things about each of them?"

"I like it when Daeran snores -- and I truly mean it, I am not relishing irony at the least! I had always assumed that Daeran didn't snore, he was always breathing so easily when I woke up and thought of him of lazy a best." Kadira pauses but humor dances on her face, "Which, of course, he is. However this had a particular excuse, he wouldn't sleep when sharing a bed with me, and steal those hours when I left. I remember after Threshold and when the three of us made up, I woke up to hearing Daeran snoring. The next day? The same thing. When he confessed, I swore I'd never, ever tell Nenio. I like his snoring, because he now feels safe."

The tiefling chews her maroon lip for a moment, "Whenever we stopped during our marches or if I had to pick at some thing unique either in a dungeon, field, or forest, Lann is always in motion. I believe some of it is restlessness from living in the Underground, always watching for predator and prey, regardless of size. Lann is remarkable about that. For the longest time, it was the only time he wasn't self aware. He'd stretch his body, practice strength regiments, and do it so quietly." She sighs, "He never snapped a twig, rustled a leaf, and he fell in this thing akin to a trance - it was never, ever to show off his body. He was so unconscious about it, even now. And when he catches me, he simply gives me this half dopey smile that reaches both eyes."

Color traces her cheeks, "Though, if I can to be a touch too informational… I enjoy Daeran's remarkably deft and light touch with his tongue and when Lann loses that light touch. Both are …" She doesn't pause because of embarrassment, "You'd never think Daeran would be so careful, he blusters through so much, everything is so baroque that you could never think he'd so something to intimately gentle. You see Lann's size, though, and you think, yes, he can be strong and powerful but he is so careful and controlled. Sometimes he deserves let it go."

With a soft cough, she looks away, but the smile of a love that's been a journey is on her face. "We're all a little broken, but we all can grow together. That's what I like the most."

[sanguine-salvation]

Mo lann~

[ GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME AND SEE HOW THEY REACT! - ACCEPTING ]

"Sharp and ever at your side, Rózsám~" Oh, the sweet purr in their voice was nothing short of a beast's, affectionate as it was laced in danger. But not for her. Oh, no, it was a promise that not a soul was allowed to wrong her and not suffer her blade.

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

[queen-scribbles]

Y'know how I've mentioned a couple times that I'm so used to writing Trinne with Harvey that it felt weird to write her flirting/advancing romance with Alistair(her actual, solo-game romance) in OWaP?

It doesn't feel weird to write her flirting with Lann.

Make of that what you will.

[another-heroine]

KC as a Companion - Part One

It took forever, but THE FIRST HALF IS HERE

I need more time to write about her personal quests and romance

Name: Ekaterina Grushankaya

Race: Aasimar (Emberkin)

Class: Blight Druid

Appearance: A tall, athletic-like aasimar (circa 180cm) with bright red hair entwined in reddish wool locks and owl feathers, grayish blue eyes, and fair-skinned, with some tattoos over her wrists and forearms. She wears worn but clean Mendevian typical clothes, humble jewelry, and a fur overcoat. Also she has an ornate quarterstaff with blue stones (can’t be taken off from her inventory). 

Favored Weapon/Equipment: Simple Weapons, Light/Medium Armor (only leather and alikes), light shield

Top Skills: Lore (Nature and Religion) and Perception

Alignment: Neutral Good

General Personality: Introverted, caring, brave, wise and proud.

What traits/values do they admire?

Righteousness, kindness, bravery, search for balance.

What traits/values do they disapprove of?

Cruelty just for the sake of being cruel, playing god, compulsive lies, tyranny.   

Are they affiliated with any deities?

She follows the Green Faith

What do they think of their role in the Crusades, and of sharing the Commander’s Mythic powers? What are their reasons for joining the commander’s party?

Katya says she was called by the land to purge the Blight, and then her feet led her to Drezen, and the Crusades afterwards. She joins the Commander’s party as a way to fulfill her role, and also to help the soldiers with her healing skills. About the Mythic powers, she believes that they came for a good reason, and like Lann, Ekaterina supposes they also came with a price. But while they are useful, she has no objections about it (since they are not evil-aligned; otherwise she would oppose since the beginning).

Who are their friends among the other party members?

She has a soft spot for Ember, and becomes friends with Woljif, Seelah, Lann and Arueshalae through the time.

What about rivals?

She is suspicious towards Camellia’s intentions, greatly disapproves Wenduag’s methods, and thinks Daeran is just a prick rich boy — what is not a lie though. About Greybor and Regill, she tries to be neutral, but doesn’t lose the opportunity to defend her ideals when provoked. 

Are they on any councils? If so, what sort of advice do they give?

She attends to the Diplomatic and Logistic Councils, mainly advising the Commander to take care of the locals and try to preserve the ancient sites around the Wound, sending druids or other arcana experts to study these places and learn something from them.

Where do they hang out in Drezen? In the Abyss?

In Drezen, she’s next to the Abandoned House. After the greenhouse is grounded, next to the Citadel she will be there too. In the Abyss, she is next to Ember.

What are their idle animations?

Checking her belt and potions; musing something with a hand on her chin; crouching and waiting for any movement. 

If they’re taken to Areelu’s lab, what is their dream?

She is an archdruid at a Circle somewhere in Mendev. Ekaterina is attending a council and there are some Crusades’ members among the crowd. Next to her, there is a girl with short red hair (if Lann is trying to flirt with her, the girl will have little horns too).

After that, if the Commander asks what that means, she will just shrug and say, ‘It’s not a secret at all, Commander. I mean, half of Kenabres knew or supposed that I wanted a place where I could really call home. And not home just for me, but… for people like me. Or us. Kindred folk, you see?’

Do they advise the commander to abandon or keep their mythic powers?

She isn’t against any good-aligned mythic powers, but when it’s about Chaotic ones, Ekaterina has mixed opinions: she believes that Trickster and Azata disturb the universe balance, despite the good intentions of the latter, for example. But still there is a chance for her to stay (doing her personal quests help it). Except for Evil paths; she will leave as soon as the KC states they won’t renounce it.

How/when do they join the Commander’s party?

At the Second Act. But you meet her at Defender’s Heart. When the KC wakes up, she is in the room taking care of them. Irabeth comes along and introduces her before asking Katya to leave them alone. After that, you can find her outside, aiding the injured survivors. She isn’t available to join the party yet, but if you ask her to come with you, she says that she will think about it (and becomes a companion when the Crusades are officially announced).

[thot-writes]

i’m playing pathfinder wrath of the righteous & daeran deserves to get his little aasimar hole filled tbh

also tried romancing lann & his dumb ass said he’s not into being spanked? instant reload. he is no longer valid ❌🚫

[keepermcge]

what you wish you could say

“everyone else is more important than me.”

you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.