#Ash and Wren

[littlestoffoxes]

Present Day

There are moments in our journeys, where Ash has been blissfully unaware of some of the dangers we get ourselves into.

Last night, however, seeing me mangled and in desperate need of healing...he was very aware of how much my body can take. And he was also very aware that he could lose me and vice versa.

After a potion and some healing words, I was doing alright... Ash refused to let me walk. He refused to put me down even when we got back to our shared living space with the others. Straight to our room and he shredded the clothes that I still had on, not that it mattered, they were destroyed for the most part anyway. I tried talking to him but I couldn't quite get through to him.

"Ash.. Ash... Wolf, I am fine. Minor injuries now. Nothing more....well, except now I'm only cold on one side of my body seeing as you've ripped my clothes off. Wolf...set me down."

He carried me to the bathroom and somehow managed to get a bath set up, without letting me down at all. Once everything was ready though....he didn't want to put me down then either. He kept me in his arms, his nose buried in my hair at my neck...I was probably still bloody and matted.

"You weren't breathing..."

"I was breathing fine...think of it like a nap..I was alive, just kind of sleeping..."

"Wren! This isn't funny, you weren't breathing! That scar down your chest may look fine now but 3 hours ago I could see bone! You weren't breathing!"

Grabbing his face to force him to look at me, "Ash.. I'm fine now. I put my trust in you and the others to look after me because I would do the same for you. Now...please can we take a bath? I'm probably pretty disgusting at the moment."

Without looking where he was going, Ash just walks into the tub and slowly sits us both inside it.

"Ash...you're still wearing the cloth."

"Hush. I don't care."

Last night, he took immaculate care of me. Treated me almost like fine china.

This morning, however? Quite the opposite.

I woke rather suddenly to sharp claws digging into my hips and whimpers coming from behind me.

Whispers and moans as I feel Ash pin me to the bed. "Nononono. I can't lose you.. you're not close enough, how do I get you closer? Fox, I need you. Wren please, please make this feeling go away.. closer...closer."

Awake now and a bit dazed, I could feel his hips engulfing mine. His size much larger than mine while I'm in this form and I could feel his large cock between my thighs. Even with the slight pain at my hips, him being so close to me like this makes me come undone.

When I realize that there is no real advancement in his movements, I understand that Ash is still asleep.. it's hard to not grind myself on him. Being unable to move much from being pinned to the bed, I open my legs to see if that will help...maybe it could lead him to where I desperately want him now. Trying to move my hips slightly to line him up where I want him when I feel him jump. He's awake now.

Ash tries to push away from me and I hold onto his hands at my hips. "No no...please don't push away. Stay here."

"But I'm hurting you. Fox, please let go."

"No.. I can feel how hard you are...please don't pull away. I'm ready for you. Desperate even. Please stay. You were talking in your sleep..you kept saying 'closer'...so get closer."

I try again to move my hips against his length and I can hear the audible hiss through his teeth as I make contact.

One second, I'm begging him to stay, and the next, he's so deep inside me I almost forgot my name. He's pounding so hard into me, I'm sure the rest of the house can hear it but I don't care in the slightest. Let them hear.

I can hear him whimpering apologies, talking about how he can't help it, he can't lose me, he needs this closeness. The moans coming out of me don't let me assure him in any way that he has nothing to apologize for.

I can feel his claws retract from my hips and he engulfs me in his arms, pulling my back to his chest, sitting us up so my legs dangle a bit. I can feel him getting more frantic, his movements inside me getting a bit jerkier. Leaning my head back against his, I can feel his snout rubbing against my shoulder before he growls deep in his chest. I come completely undone as I feel his canines by my collar bone and the back of my shoulder. I can feel the rumble in his chest as he feels me drenching his cock inside me, and I can feel his knot pop into place at my entrance. Stretching me so wide as he spills into me, breeding me, crying out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Now this is not our first time together by any means, but this...this felt different. This felt needy and primal. This felt...like security in each other's arms.

Looking up at him over my shoulder when he releases me, "Wolf..are you better?"

"Wren, never leave me. Please don't ever scare me like that again.. the idea of losing you has made me absolutely feral and I will destroy anything that tries to take you from me again... Do you understand?"

"Yes, Wolf.. I understand. And you should know that I'd burn the world down for you too. In case your witch ever comes back...I will destroy everything in my wake to find you... Now...please put us down gently...your knot hasn't shrunk even a little bit, and if this is round one, I want to find a way to face you."

I'll say that so far, it's been a great day of vulnerability..and a claiming that I didn't know I needed until today.

[venacoeurva]

“he makes me laugh” is a valid reason to not basically smite a guy I suppose

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[ohagiwrites]

✧: *✧･ﾟ:* A Sad Thing *:･ﾟ✧*:✧

Content warning: mentions of death, self harm, suicide attempt, and grief

*:･ﾟ✧*:✧

It’s a sad thing what happened to Alastair Cadwalader.

Bernadette didn’t know him well. In the start she didn’t even care for him very much. But now she feels a lingering guilt — something she’s not accustomed to feeling. She could have been kinder to him, true, but that’s not where the guilt comes from. It comes from watching those around her sink in on themselves, succumbing to their sorrow.

Death itself has never bothered Bernadette. No, why would it? But it bothers her to see its effects on others.

It's been an entire month and Kokoa and Kau’i still haven’t managed to coax Karl out of his tub. And while Bernadette did always find him a bit too squishy and slimy for her liking, it saddens her to hear the twins whispering to each other worriedly, trying to figure out what to do about the boy.

Altynai doesn’t fare much better. She’s not as kind as she once was. Her smooth skin Bernadette was once so fond of is now patchy, dark circles permanently strung under her eyes. All she does is smoke these days, unfortunately for Luna who shares a wall with her and has to smell the smaug in the vents. She covers her third eye with a prosthetic now.

Mahin’s not as kind either. He was never terribly charismatic but now he’s sharper. He snaps at people, ignores others, claiming he’s far too busy to deal with trivial things at the moment. Bernadette thinks he blames Pabitra. Bernadette doesn’t but she understands why. Pabitra herself hasn’t said a thing on the matter but Bernadette knows she feels guilty. She can see it.

James is the loudest about his grief. Not openly so, not to everyone. Only Bernadette knows it. He walks around, silent as a mouse, his head ducked down. She’d think he was a ghost if she didn’t know better. But she does know better. Because every night, when she’s sitting in her bed, she can hear James on the other side of the wall.

It happens the same way every night like clockwork. He closes himself in his room, it’s quiet for a minute, and then the screaming starts. There’s the banging of him throwing things around, fists against the wall, hard enough to crack it. But Bernadette doesn’t complain. Because every night, it ends the same. It goes silent for a minute and then there’s muffled sobbing and it grows louder and louder and Bernadette has to sit and listen until he finally cries himself to sleep in the early morning.

If Bernadette didn’t hear it first hand every night, she would never have known the intensity of his emotions when he leaves his room the next morning, looking dull and numb.

In Bernadette’s personal opinion, it is the most disheartening to see Wren and Atlas. That is, on the rare occasion that anyone sees them at all.

Wren, while still scarce, is seen more often than Atlas. They walk back and forth down the halls sometimes, muttering to themself. Most of it isn’t audible but Bernadette can pick out the same recurring phrases each time. ‘Why’d you do it?’, ‘It’s not the same’, ‘Please say something’. It’s a horribly pitiful thing — someone younger than Bernadette herself walking around and talking to a ghost that isn’t there.

No one dares say anything to them.

The worst thing, Bernadette thinks, is when she can hear Atlas. They all can from the common room. If you’re in any common space when the sobbing starts, you’re bound to hear it all.

It’s painful. No matter where in the living room they’re sitting, when Atlas’s weeping starts, the room falls silent. Most people will sit and listen with grimaces before excusing themselves. James is always the first to rush out of the room to find somewhere quiet.

Not Bernadette. She sits and listens. She listens because she knows it is the only way to hear her friend’s voice again. As distressing as it is to only hear him speak through sobs, at least she can hear something.

Atlas usually doesn’t speak. It’s just loud, heaving sobs that eventually sputter out into little whimpers and then Wren comes out of the room with red eyes, silently getting a glass of water and retreating back into the bedroom that they might as well share with Atlas at this point.

Bernadette knows if he had the chance to end it all he would. If Wren didn’t stick to his side and ensure his safety he would. She knows he’s already tried and failed and that thought makes her queasy. She can still vividly recall Wren bursting into the kitchen sobbing.

‘Atlas. In the bathroom,’ they’d said.

And they all found Atlas exactly where Wren had said. He’d used the same knife they’d found Alastair with.

He’d been angry for a while after that, trying to escape the infirmary. Screaming as they held him down. ‘It’s my fault. It’s all my fault! Let me see him!’

It probably was partially Atlas’s fault. But Bernadette would never say that.

Sometimes, when he’s crying to Wren in his room Atlas says things. And those are the times that Bernadette wishes she wasn’t listening.

‘I wish I was with him, Wren. I wish I was dead.”

It’s always a bit heartbreaking to hear your friend cry and say he wishes he was dead.

Death is quite funny, Bernadette thinks. A tool to free one from their pain only to inflict it upon others. It only leaves them with the desire to end their own pain as well. It’s a cycle of passed down suffering.

It’s a sad thing what happened to Alastair Cadwalader, but what Bernadette thinks is sadder, is that he is not here to see the pain he’s caused.

Kokoa, Kau’i, Luna, Mahin, and Atlas are owned by @oros-ash3s and Wren is co-owned by him

[friend-of-giants]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Who wants a disgusting, mushy, soft and tender kissy scene from an upcoming chapter??? I hope it's you, because that's what I'm sharing.

Tagging everyone who interacted with my post from last week, like I said I would lol. @juniperberries-canisroot @kartaylirsden @full-pockets @funkylittlepenguin @the-sunlit-earth @vervayyn @theladygrim No pressure to participate. But if you have art or writing to share please show me and tag me!! Anyone else who sees this is also welcome!

Before he could even think to respond, [Wren] leaned in, their lips meeting in a fleeting kiss that ended just as quickly as it began.  With his heart suddenly leaping into his throat to clog it, Teldryn could only sit there in stunned silence.  He studied the look on her face; the slivers of crimson that watched him from behind thick curtains of dark lashes, the hint of wetness on her parted lips, the way the very tips of her ears quivered with each beat of her heart.  

He didn't tell his hands to rise to her face, to caress her flushed cheekbones with the pad of his thumb—nor did he tell himself to pull her close and press his mouth against hers, but it all happened anyway.  Almost immediately, her lips parted for him, an invitation for him to claim her, which he did not hesitate to do.  Though she was out of his sight, she dominated the rest of his senses.  Her taste, fire, danced on his tongue, her fingertips delicately grazed the stubble of his jaw to hold him steady, the intoxicating scent of her perfume and the sound of her soft, pleased breaths all rushed into his veins and caused his blood to come alive with want.  

That want, though, was soon tainted by worry, one that rose from where it had been tucked away in the back of his mind.  This sudden intimacy which he had been craving, would it only lead to failure?  Would she soon come to her senses and distance herself again or worse, flee for good?  

No.  She only did that because of her fears of the past, and of losing me, and she's come clean about that.  

Cautiously, briefly, Teldryn opened his eyes.  Their mouths still danced with one another, the motions soft and slow and fluid.  Her eyes remained closed, as she appeared lost in the moment, fully giving in to what was clearly something she needed, what they both needed.  And yet still that worry was there, gnawing at his conscience like a dog would gnaw at a bone.  All he truly wanted was for them to remain at peace, to become something.  And maybe that would happen; perhaps she would accept him into her life and let him love her like he so desperately wanted.

He had to know for certain where her intentions lay, and whether she would turn around after this day was over and push him away again.  If she did, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it.  

It took all of his willpower to break their kiss.  They pulled away from each other, both breathless and flushed.  He missed her touch already, missed the way she tasted, the way her scarred lips fit against his.  Teldryn swallowed back the lump in his throat, one made of both desire and fear, then spoke.  

“Wren…”  

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his in an instant.  She leaned toward him again, and though it pained him to do so, he avoided the kiss she was about to give.  

“What are we?”

[oros-ash3s]

inhale

FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!

no no I’m serious.

5. Which of them has the worst luck?

6. Who goes through the most relationship conflicts? (applies to any relationships)

7. Who do you put most into stressful situations or other drama?

8. Who ends up in survival situations the most? How do they fair in them?

:> any guys of your choice but. know that Atlas and Friends™️ intrigue me a lot…

(I was trying to be witty when I sent this can you tell)

OOH okay okay!! ask for Atlas (and Friends™️) and you shall recieve:

Which one of them has the worst luck?

જ⁀➴ As far as luck goes, Alastair definitely has the worst. His life has been filled with misfortune, and he usually finds himself losing what he cares for most. Throughout his life, there’s been maybe 1-2 years where he felt genuinely happy.

Who goes through the most relationship conflicts?

જ⁀➴ Out of the trio (Wren, Atlas, and Alastair), it’s honestly a bit of a tie. Wren, although with a much more average childhood than Atlas or Alastair, struggled to form meaningful relationships with people, especially once they realized they were a Magicus. Atlas, on the other hand, only had Cato and Ira, for practically his entire life — and Alastair with only his brother Jeremiah, Father Julius, and Mother Elise. They each have their own difficulties with vulnerability and relationships, although Alastair definitely struggles the most in the later arcs with being alone and losing the relationships he had held so close.

Who do you put through the most stressful drama?

જ⁀➴ Atlas and Alastair both have it the worst throughout the story (what can I say, they’re our favs), with as you know, Atlas being recaptured by Eden and brainwashed — two times, actually. Meanwhile Alastair goes through a LOT over the course of the story, with even going through a similar situation as Atlas during a mission — being used as a puppet for another villain’s pleasure — he also goes missing for four months. Both of their struggles with their mental health (and sexuality) are big parts of their character arcs!! They develop and change so much throughout the whole story, and are shaped by the trauma they endure, eventually coming out on the other side, happy and healed.

Who ends up in survival situations the most? How do they fair in them?

જ⁀➴ Atlas finds himself in the most survival situations. From just when he was barely a baby, he’s had to survive, to adapt and overcome. He truly does live up to his name: Enduring. Despite the cards of misfortune life gave him, Atlas has always rose out stronger, no matter how long it takes him to get out. Even with everything, he will always, forever, keep fighting.

✫Alastair belongs to @ohagiwrites and Wren is co-owned with her✫

tysm for the ask @seastarblue!! I had a lot of fun answering all of these ^^

[ginger-grimm]

THE DARK PICTURES ANTHOLOGY PLOT BUNNIES

ALEXIS BELL (MAN OF MEDAN)

When Julia asked Alexis to fly out from Australia and go on a boating trip with her, she had not told her it was to play date with her boyfriend's little brother. Sure, Brad was sweet, but Lexi really isn't in the mindset for it. Still, she promised to keep Brad out of their hair for a bit, and he's a walking catalogue on information, so at least she's got that to keep her company. But when pirates take over their boat and then force them onto a decrepit old freighter, Lexi wants nothing more than to jump ship immediately. When she starts seeing a monster follow her around the ship, things get infinitely more difficult.

MELISSA MARTIN (LITTLE HOPE)

Melissa really shouldn't have been on that bus. She should have gotten off when the driver pulled into a diner and left her in the bus. She should have gotten off when the police officer stopped them. But she stayed. She had somewhere to be, after all. When the bus driver crashes the bus and disappears into the abandoned small town they'd been passing through, mumbling nonsense to himself, it is up to Melissa to find a way to find help for them both. To make sure they both make it through this foggy night and that they don't lose their minds in the process.

PHILLIP "PIP" TAYLOR (HOUSE OF ASHES)

Private Pip Taylor's life had been a whirlwind after another. He thought that joining the Marines would fix things. Hell, he was young enough when he joined; he might as well have believed in fairytales still. With a wife and twins back home, Pip more than anything dreams of going back home, especially after the things he's seen in Iraq. There's only one thing keeping him in Camp Slayer, and he's always clad in a helmet and glasses. No one said all of Pip's problems were others fault. When a raid for chemical weapons goes awry and everyone is literally swallowed up by the earth, Pip will face a loss sooner than later. And the night hasn't even started yet.

WREN REYES (THE DEVIL IN ME)

When Wren comes with Lonnit Entertainment to Mr. Du'Met's recreation of H.H. Holmes' murder castle, she can tell it irks their tour guide immediately. There were only supposed to be five of them, after all. But Wren is glad it irks him. She's here for reason, after all. Guised as a makeup artist working for the exposure, Wren is there for so much more than this stupid show. She wants proof, and she'll get it. The games don't bother her; she knows how to play them. She wants to get to him. After all, she's the one who got away.

TAGGING @megandaisy9 and @manyfandomocs (since you liked the post haha)

[wraenata]

Give Me Your Swords.

Fanart for Chapter 3 of all the ashes in my wake by paperxcrowns/ @asummersday

Leo gets Ella Enchanted and is being a dum dum and not telling his brothers about his curse. This will be a problem.

Love your fics asummersday! Good luck with the rest of your classes!

[itz-pandora]

Pandora!!! You got OCs?? Who who do tell!! If you want. I just saw you mention it in the tags of one of you posts and I'm curious ^^

- Ignore the name thats my main, its Sticks here!

HI STICKS HIII!! :D

Okay I just tried listing them all and idk if I got all of them but 🫶 we slay

My Sol Dimension OCs:

Grim the Goat (He's kinda a replacement for Eggman Nega, so he's the main antagonist in my version of the Sol Dimension. He's a skeleton goat who's a wizard and basically immoral. He's SUUUPER silly tho. He runs a lil ship with his niece, Lanolin (Yeah, I throw her in because she doesn't have a place in this AU) and she's always mega stressed because Grim does the stupidest and wackiest things.)

Cove the Wren (Kinda takes the role of Tikal/Knuckles for the Sol Dimension. He lives on Sky Babylon protecting the Master Emerald. He's actually an adult, so that's why he is the main protector. The rest of the Babylonians aren't extinct though, so good for him!)

Solaris the God of Destruction (I yoinked the name!! She's the Sol Dimension's version of Chaos. She's a wisp and lives outside the Master Emerald. She takes on the shape of a mobian phoenix, and she actually has wings. She's perfect much nonverbal, but she can make sounds like cats would lol, their chirps and hissing. She's attached to Cove, since he's been guarding her so long.)

My Future Timeline OC:

Steel the Hedgehog (She's Silver's mother, and since this AU is a DADow AU... You can fill in the blanks. She's courageous and kind of impulsive. She's somewhere on the Aroace spectrum, but she fell for Shadow after he saved her once. She's kinda insane but she's a girlboss for it. She gets killed by Mephiles when Silver is an infant LOL.)

Main AU OC:

Zurui the Chameleon (She was in the Dojo that Espio grew up with, and she was one of the people who trained him. Idk if she was his mother or what. The dojo was really strict, actually abusive when people didn't meet the standard, so Espio left.)

Fankid AU:

Sonadow:

Spirit the Hedgehog (Weak kid with a few health problems. He's the result of Project Spirit, and was made to see spirits, hence the name. He is the first successful attempt, but is physically weak because of it. Shadow rescues him and Spitfire from whoever made them, and so Spirit grows up normally, taking interest in stuff like art, literature, and mechanics. When Spirit starts seeing ghosts, he gets to interact with Maria, whose ghost was still hanging around Shadow since she hadn't moved on yet. Spirit and Maria get to interact, and they become friends, telling each other things. Scares the hell out of Shadow tho LOL. Eventually, Spirit learns how to project spirits using chaos energy, and Shadow almost CRIES LOL... HIS SISTERRRR)

Spitfire the Hedgehog (Spitfire was made to defend the lab and is more of a power type, but was taken away as an infant. As she grew up, she had to start defending Spirit, since he's weak and kinda strange lol. When Spark comes into the picture, she has to make sure Spirit doesn't get hurt, or worse. Spark only being interested in Spirit makes Spitfire insecure, since she starts to think she isn't good enough. It's okay she gets a girlfriend who's very nice. Spitfire is very energetic and a thrill seeker, she's a bit crazy but she's a good person.)

Spark the Hedgehog (The youngest and fastest of the three, made from the leftover DNA of Sonic and Shadow, but he was altered enough so he looks their age. Spark sees himself as a pawn, just a tool to be used, he believes he doesn't have autonomy and just bends to the will of who's commanding him. He was created for the sole purpose of retrieving Spirit due to Spirits abilities, but has been stopped by Spirit's family. I've thought about having something where Spark injures Spirit, and it breaks his worldview a bit)

Silvaze:

Smolder the Hedgehog (He's the heir to the throne of Soleanna (I use the name for Blaze's kingdom bc I wouldn't use it in my 06). Oldest of 3, and the one without powers. He has a physical prowess though, so that makes up for it. He's responsible and booksmart, he wants to prove himself to be a good role model and eventual ruler.)

Ash the Cat (Middle child, who was originally going to be the youngest until I made Ember, lol. She's transfem, and her parents are very supportive of her. She's currently the least fleshed out, since Ember took a lot of her concepts lol. She has psychokinesis tho! I really really need to flesh her out...)

Ember the Cat (Youngest child, she was trained to guard the Sol Emeralds, and has pyrokinesis. She also is being trained to keep relations and communication between Sky Babylon and Soleanna, becoming great friends with Tide, who is in line to be the next protector of the Master Emerald. Her and Tide end up dating btw 💕. Ember is shy but appears reserved and mature. Ember's "burning" form is called "Ignited Ember".)

Sonilver:

Cobalt the Hedgehog (Created when Silver and Sonic used the Time Stones simultaneously. They have control over time, freely passing through it. They have seen a lot of history, and has found it interesting, but hadn't truly befriended anyone. Silver eventually finds them, and offers them a choice to live with him. They eventually decide to reach out, and they do become like family to Silver, and eventually to Sonic too. Silver and Sonic aren't together tho lol. Cobalt is AMAB but is kinda genderfluid/gender apathetic and goes by all pronouns. They identify with different parts of masculinity and femininity)

Non-ship fankid AU OCs:

Tide the Dove (The student of Cove's successor, who is going to be the guardian of the Master Emerald one day. He's shy but polite, appearing awkward at times. He had a crush on Ember for a while, but Ember actually asked him out first lol.)

Hearts the Chinchilla (Very polite and friendly, and she has a interest in baking and crochet. Spitfire fell for her and now they're girlfriends. She's very different from Spitfire, and that's why Spitfire likes her. She also gets along with Spirit.)

Miscellaneous OCs(?):

Hazard the Biolizard (She's just the Biolizard if she was more like Mobian. I don't have a lot down for her personality yet but she's another ARK sibling. Girlfail.)

Melody the Chao (Just a Chao I had in my playthrough of SA2. Knuckles is a single mother bc Knuckles was the only one I'd bring to the Chao Garden for a lil while lol)

Wasn't expecting to ramble endlessly lol

[lgbtqreads]

Happy International Asexuality Day 2023!

Happy International Asexuality Day! Today we’re celebrating books with main characters all along the ace spectrum, so check out these titles and find your perfect next read! As usual, all links are affiliate and earn a percentage of income for the site, so please use them if you can! Please note this roundup only features titles that were not previously featured [with covers] in past…

[deputyash]

Dove Ash (FC5) | Phoebe Ash-Seed (FCND) | Vivian Wells (FCND)

Noah (FC5) | Herald Dove Seed (FC5) | Genesis Eve (FC5)

Evie Rivera (RDR2) | Monroe (RDR2) | Wren Mitchell (RDR2)

Valerie "V" (Cyberpunk 2077) | Vireo "V" (Cyberpunk 2077)

I included some little descriptors for them under the cut cause I saw some other people do it and thought it looked fun. :3

Phoebe, princess of New Oceania, with a little crustacean friend.

Vivian stirring up some trouble with her mermaid powers.

Noah, a young merman warrior, caught in the depths.

Herald!Dove defending her treasures from outsiders.

Genesis, a mysterious siren who pops up when you least expect it.

Evie, a scorned mermaid, looking for revenge against the pirates who killed her father.

Monroe using her musical abilities to charm her human lover.

Monroe using her musical abilities to charm her human lover.

Wren, a mermaid looking for adventure and mischief.

Valerie traveling uncharted waters to complete her missions.

Vireo, a charismatic merman, looking for riches and a new life.

Tagged by @strafethesesinners to do this meiker! Thank you! :3

Tagging: @harmonyowl @derelictheretic @teamhawkeye @purplehairsecretlair @peachyaliien @ri-a-rose @redreart @statichvm @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @fuckin-nancy @wrathfl @cobb-vanthss @jacobsneed @adelaidedrubman @blissfulalchemist @direwombat @jacobseed

[littlestoffoxes]

Probably within the first week of getting to know the party that Ash had kind of found himself in, he learned a lot about us. Him and our other Wolf tried to kind of bond, but it was hard. They're backgrounds were pretty heavily different. One was bound by slavery and the other was bound by military. 

One was volunteer while the other... Definitely not. 

Ash's story was heartbreaking..but you'd never think it actually got to him. See, Ash is uh...well, honestly he's kind of a big happy silly himbo of a Wolf. I don't quite think he understands what all was done to him. He knows he doesn't like his captor and he'd love to see her dead. But he definitely doesn't let it get to him now. 

I was always the more closed off one. These people knew enough about me for my liking. Not that Ash didn't try to get more out of me. Something else I noticed is that he loved saying my name. He didn't quite do it with the others, but with me?

"Wren can we stop and play in the river?"

"Do you want anything to drink, Wren?"

"I made you breakfast, Wren." 

"Wren these flowers made me think of you."

"WREN!!! WREN THERES HONEY! HAVE YOU TRIED HONEY?!"

"I'll sleep pretty much wherever, but I'd like to share a room with Wren."

I've been alive for 30 something years and no one has ever made my name sound so...fucking.. delicious. Even in the simple things! And his voice? Gods. His voice. He changes his voice when he talks to me sometimes. At first, I thought I was imagining it, definitely thought I was going crazy, but as time went on I could hear it. Ash could go from sounding like a easy going, fun loving Wolf, to sounding deep and husky as soon as his focus turned to me. And I wasn't the only one who noticed. Some fairy in our group likes to point it out when no one is around. Asking how that would work.

I don't know. I just know that he was starting to drive me wild and I didn't know what to do about it.

[venacoeurva]

He got stuck and lost somewhere again for like the 5th time, I love Skyrim followers and their occasional inability to maneuver slopes. This poor man though

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[hopalongfairywren]

I always liked the idea of Ashfur being obsessed not only with Squirrelflight, but with having his very own biological children. His own direct lineage. It's not just that Squirrelflight left him, it's that she gets to have kits of her own and he doesn't. Of course, he sees kits more as a status symbol rather than just wanting kits for the sake of lovingly raising anyone. He lets the three go because they aren't Squirrelflight's bio kits and in his mind, they aren't worth the trouble of then having to deal with the fall out of the three and possibly Squirrelflight's deaths to cover it all up. He wants to erase Squirrelflight's 'children' as revenge for denying him his own with her. But she doesn't have any, at least in Ashfur's mind, so he settles back for the good old revenge via exposing her publicly, letting her and her family shatter. Also because then it can be less the over all narrative of the book saying 'adoption isn't as valid as bio parenting' and more of, well, Ashfur the antagonist saying that. Also yes I'm aware of Cloudtail being Ashfur's adopted brother, however in this take of him I see them both falling somewhere during or after Firestar's quest, and that rift only growing as Ashfur adopts the mindset that the only 'true' kind of family is biological, and his jealousy at how all of his clanmates have their own, except him.

[friend-of-giants]

WIP Whenever

Happy Thursday! I have been tagged by the lovely @elfinismsarts @wildhexe @boethiahspillowbook (there is a special line in here inspired by our talks 😉) and @thana-topsy to post a WIP snippet. It has been a long while since I've shared anything or even had the oomph to do any writing, but I've once again got the wind in my sails!

Tagging @umbracirrus @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @katastronoot @vivifriend @thequeenofthewinter and anyone else who sees and wants to participate. Art and writing WIPs both count!

From an upcoming chapter of Ascent from the Ashes

She had just stepped into her other slipper when a sudden, scolding voice caused her to startle.

“Where do you think you’re going? You need to stay in bed."

Teldryn had appeared in the stairway from the basement, apparently having climbed them silently since Wren hadn't heard any footsteps or the usual creaking of stairs. His lips were curled into a sneer of mild annoyance, but his eyes showed nothing but concern.

All Wren could manage was a scathing eye roll as she turned away from him and headed to the door. Her thigh continued to burn steadily, the discomfort causing her jaw to clench. The pain in her leg was already driving her mad, the last thing she wanted was to deal with Teldryn on top of this.

"Azura's sake, Wren, you shouldn't be up at all!" His tone was tense with worry. "Maramal said you need to rest for at least-"

"Maramal can shove it up his ass!" Heat spread across her cheeks as the words flew out, and she felt her heart begin to pound more fiercely, even moreso when she turned around to see that he hadn't put on a shirt quite yet. Though she tried to stop herself, her gaze was immediately drawn to his bare chest, to the patch of hair that she found herself wanting to run her fingers through. Badly. She swallowed hard. "I'm going out."

Teldryn grinned, a response that she certainly wasn't expecting. She wanted to wipe that smug look right off his fucking face.

"Is that so, outlander? Tell me, how far do you think you'll get before you fall flat on your arse?" He pointed at her leg, as if he thought she may have forgotten about her injury. "You're going to get hurt out there, just please, stay in bed. You need to take it easy."

"I am going out whether you like it or not," she snapped petulantly, then turned away and reached for the doorhandle.

"Then I'm going with you."

"Like hell you are!"

"What are you going to do, outrun me?" He let out a raspy, wheezing cackle that made her face grow even hotter. "Sera, you couldn't outrun a one-legged guar right now. Either I'm coming with, or with Azura as my witness I will carry you back to your bed."

Whatever response she had ready died in her throat, and with all of her willpower she swallowed her pride. "Fine, you can come along. Just go put on a shirt, please."

[cottagecore-raccoon]

tagged by: @the-ipre

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

Good Omens Fics:

stray cat au

zoo/aquarium au

a thinly veiled allegory/romeo + juliet (my first ever wip)

Originals:

20s coming of age novel

library romance novel

tagging: @foolishlovers, @kitcat-italica, @ineffabildaddy, @idliketobeatree, @palindrome310

[violetren]

My fav Ash trait is that he got so used to getting electrocuted by Pikachu in those early days that now when there is trouble and someone is trying to kidnap him or he's trying to pull someone to a stop he will just get Pikachu to electrocute him and whoever he is holding because he has learned to tank it while everyone else gets KO'd.