#LD WIP Wednesday

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday

Hello loves!! I'm excited to say I was able to complete a fic for @acotar-omegaverse-week week!

Beron has spent his entire life dealing with his designation, and it tends to present itself at the worst times.

"Hate and Heat" will drop on free day, 8/10. Read a snippet below!

The chills hit him first while Beron sat on his throne, presiding over another court function that had entirely no purpose other than proving his complete control. His command. He needed to be seen, to be heard from before he had to sequester away.  Another advisor came forward to present their update and Beron hissed at him to hide another wave of longing that he despised. The advisor flinched, almost falling off the stair he’d just begun to climb when Eris stepped in.  His voice was strong, full of the animosity that Beron had trained into his son with harsh words and  a harsher hand over decades. “Speak your peace, or are you too much of a coward to present your probable failure?” The advisor cowered further, curling their shoulders in toward their chest, and Beron clenched his fist around the edge of the throne. He held on for dear life as another wave of overwhelming need coursed through him.

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Music Monday & Ship Moodboard/WIP Wednesday & OC Smash or Pass

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Got songs for two WIPs in The UnTitledverse, a Moodboard WIP for a ship in Sonya's Push from Life, Despair & Monsters and a smash and pass for one Deputy Silva Omar from The Silver Chronicles. You can find them both below the cut:

Jurassic World: The Perfect Storm is the final Jurassic World fic before that arc ends and the next phase begins. The adaptability of a human is quite a phenomenal quality, a challenge towards the obstacles reality throws at them. Joaquin and Maisie have the strongest hold on this quality, especially while surviving BioSyn's dinosaurs and Edward Carmine's grudging disdain. Unlike Jurassic World: Dominion, the actions of these two teens (who are in way over their heads) change the globe's food chain significantly into a true Jurassic World. Also Indo is still alive... and trying to get Blue and the Indoraptor to not rip each other's throats out.

"Tap tap When you fear the chomp chomp When you hear the echo (echo!)

Take a gyrosphere and go for a drive Or wait in line for a Stegosaurus ride They made a zoo out of dinosaurs They built predators in a paradise

In the lab They added laser activation With night vision and perfect echolocation The Indoraptor shouldn't get the blame He's only learning where he fits in the food chain

Tap tap of Velociraptor's claws When you fear the chomp chomp of the Carnotaurus jaws When you hear the echo (echo), of the T-Rex roar

Life finds a way They made the Indoraptor to weaponise! Tried to keep Pteranodon from the open skies They tried to put T-Rex on display But, but

Life finds a way They can try to stuff chaos inside a cage Bring back the dinosaurs from an ancient age But it's always gonna end in a rampage 'Cause, 'cause Life finds a way

In Jurassic World Yeah, c'mon, life finds a way

Now all that power has been unleashed And you can't put it back in the box (No!) They kidnapped and locked them underneath On a ship to the mainland dock

But not for long 'Cause Stiggy broke out at the auction Throwing people and chairs in every direction The Indoraptor is facing off with Blue And Claire and Owen watch a stampede running loose

Tap tap of Velociraptor's claws When you fear the chomp chomp of the Carnotaurus jaws When you hear the echo (echo), of the T-Rex roar

Life finds a way They made the Indoraptor to weaponise! Tried to keep Pteranodon from the open skies They tried to put T-Rex on display But, but

Life finds a way They can try to stuff chaos inside a cage Bring back the dinosaurs from an ancient age But it's always gonna end in a rampage 'Cause, 'cause Life finds a way

These creatures were here before us They ruled the land, they ruled the sea Life cannot be contained Life breaks free

They can try to stuff chaos inside a cage (These creatures were here before us) Bring back the dinosaurs from an ancient age (They ruled the land, they ruled the sea) But it's always gonna end in a rampage (Life cannot be contained) 'Cause, 'cause Life finds a way!"

Another The UnTitledverse work is a Transformers Prime fic called Honour Thy Father that focuses on Arcee as she discovers that she may have been sired by a Decepticon when she isn't immediately shot dead by some Spark Recognition Turrets. She goes on a solo mission to find answers, which crosses paths with the mission of an unknown droid calling himself Timekeeper... who's looking for a McGuffin. Their first encounter doesn't start... great. The best I can describe it as is Maui's "You're Welcome" diversion from Moana.

"Well, come to think of it Kid, honestly I could go on and on I could explain every natural phenomenon The tide, the grass, the ground Oh, that was the Earth* just messing around Plant some seeds, bury the roots** Sprouted a tree, now human's have fruits and nuts*** What's the lesson? What is the takeaway? Don't mess with Time while it's on one leap year away**** And the tapestry here in my skin is a map of the victories I win Look where I've been, I make everything happen Look at that mean mini me just tippity tappin'***** Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey!

Well anyway, let me say, "You're welcome" ("You're welcome!") For the wonderful world you know Hey, it's okay, it's okay, you're welcome ("You're welcome!") Well, come to think of it, I gotta go ("Hey!")

Hey, it's your day to say you're welcome ("You're welcome!") 'Cause I'm gonna need that keypad****** I'm getting further away, away, you're welcome ("You're welcome!") 'Cause Time can do everything but stop

You're welcome! ("You're welcome!") You're welcome! ("You're welcome!") And thank you!"

[* <- These just mean I took some creative decisions to alter the words to better fit my story and characters these songs are not about]

Later on after that debacle, Timekeeper and Arcee work together to both find the group with the information on her heritage and the McGuffin Timekeeper misplaced. They encounter a foe by the name of E.M.I.L.Y (the Endangered Management Initiative in Learning Yields)... and it goes as great as Moana and Maui's time with Tamatoa in his serenade of "Shiny".

"Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough Strut my stuff, my stuff is so shiny

Send your armie, but they'll never be enough My steel's too tough, now Timekeeper*

You could try, try, try But you can't expect a demigod To beat a decapod (Look it up)

You will die, die, die Now it's time for me to take apart your aching honor**

Far from the ones who abandoned you Chasing the love of these mortals*** Who made you feel wanted You try to be tough But your armour's just not hard enough

Now allow me!**** To come kick your hiney***** Ever seen someone so shiny?

Soak it in, 'cause it's the last you'll ever see C'est la vie, mon ami, I'm so shiny

Now I'll dismember you, so prepare your final plea****** Just for me You'll never be quite as shiny You wish you were nice and shiny!"

[* <- These just mean I took some creative decisions to alter the words to better fit my story and characters these songs are not about... also I have to say this. I love the "c'est la vie, mon ami" line. It rolls off the tongue so beautifully, but I guess that's French for you. I don't think many people really appreciate this line as much as I do]

Moodboard and a WIP snippet for Sonya's Push for my favorite "I can make them worst" toxic sapphic situationship that I've made.

A steam of hot air blew pass the clenched jaw of the mechanical Beastie, its optic shining a red hue onto her flesh. Jennifer sucked in a breath and shuddered as the heat stung her exposed shoulders. The Apex, Sonya, whatever name Malvolio's Beastie crowned itself with, hadn't immediately given her an answer. She tried to struggle against the tail's curled hold around her legs, waist, and arms. Just like last time, she only succeeded in causing the tail to coil tighter, effectively pinning her hands to her tattered and dirty golden dress. The fear of her body's circulation being cut off immediately invaded her thoughts, so she ceased the struggle, hoping to gain the Apex's favor as it inspected her from the ground, circling as the panic and fear rumbled in her stomach. Jennifer was unsure what fate awaited her. She hoped her words made an effort in appealing to whatever human desire remained in the Beastie, but if she were to die, she'd wish it to be quicker than what Dicko received. The Apex chittered, shaking its head as the plates running down the spine rattled, one of the tails whipping. She was brought down to face the lipless metal of its exterior jaws. The red optic, white pupil merely a dot surrounded by the growing crimson that glowed a darker hue. Jennifer refrained from speech. The Apex brought its ghastly face too close to her face for comfort. The exterior jaw slightly gaped open, and Jennifer felt her heart halt for a mere second. Instead of a long tongue covered in the gore of its victims or a grotesque second jaw jutting out to snap her in half, the Apex puffed out a steam of hot air again. It blew past Jennifer's blonde hair, frazzling it up even more now. "Correct me if I'm wrong," it spoke, deep feminine voice vibrating out of unknown vocal cords Malvolio had put inside it, "But from what I'm hearing... you want to partner up? Use me to monger fear into Dicko's personnel and rivals while you reign in his power?" "With the benefit of garnering enough essential resources and numbers to give you - and myself - the advantage in hunting down Malvolio," she told it, soft voice as reasonably loud as possible, and swiftly yet shakily added, "B-but that can only happen if you let me live." The Apex hummed- or maybe it groaned, it was difficult to tell, "So use you as a puppet while masquerading as your trump card? That is... tempting." Jennifer gulped as the Apex hissed, "But how can I trust you of all people? Not just twelve hours ago, you were living the dream as Dicko's personal little lapdog. Or would you be his vicious hound instead?" Jennifer kept her composure to ensure she didn't blow this opportunity to earn her freedom, "He betrayed me. He left me to die." "That's true," the Apex acknowledged, "But these feelings haven't just manifested tonight. No. This was a progression of resentment and disgust that finally hit a last straw. You had plans to kill him... you just never had the opportunity to safely execute it." Jennifer blinked at the Apex's assessment, both fuming and terrified by its thinking. "So tell me," the Apex brought its glaring optic against Jennifer's forehead; the light forcing her to shut her eyes, "Why should I give you the benefit of the doubt?"

SMASH OR PASS

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

DEPUTY SILVA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FAR CRY 5 & FAR CRY NEW DAWN])

QUICK FACTS:

Height: Around 5'8 or 5'9 in Silva's Hope. (Gets a late growth spurt to be 6'1 in Old Dusk (unfortunate genetic benefits from her then dead evil bio father)).

Age: 26 (and then 27) in Silva's Hope. (44 in Old Dusk).

Gender: Female (and Intersex).

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Demiromantic Lesbian. Also opens up to being polyamorous.

PROS:

Silva is mostly physically affectionate but can be verbally reassuring and complimentary.

Silva is extremely caring and protective. Total sweetheart.

Strong woman.

Has a great sense of humor (once her walls are down).

Great with kids. Also experienced!

She's a good cook. Always experimenting and trying out new dishes.

If you have a nightmare, she's probably already awake late in the night to comfort you with whatever you need (thanks to her insomnia and night terrors).

Absolute romantic. Will give you gifts (sometimes flowers that hold complimentary meanings), spend quality time and PDA, no matter how small, is a must. Will want to get to know you.

Can't lie (pretty shit at it).

CONS:

Silva is secretive. She'll be secretive about her problems because she doesn't want to bother people with said problems.

However Silva is most secretive about her past. She'd rather not talk about that. She won't tell you about her childhood, her family (with only a simplification of who they were and her relationship with them and the fact that they're dead), what she was doing on her six month trip around the globe, etc. She even has a fake past on hand, which is short and straight to the point.

Silva may not be great at lying, but she doe use forms of deception, such as evading the question, using vague yet plausible short explanations, has mastered a very neutral stoic mask to hide her emotions, etc. Pretty much anything that helps her avoid answering a question she's either uncomfortable with or does not want to answer.

Silva doesn't want to talk about her trauma, grief nor the horrors she went through. She came to Montana to begin anew with Elsa and Persephone, and even though she no longer has the latter two anymore, she will honor that mission by trying to live a "normal" life.

Also fairly certain she doesn't know therapy is something that exists.

Survivors guilt big time makes her blame herself for any fault or disaster that happens around/to/because of her, mentally punching herself for not doing more or failing in general (even though some things were out of her control or outright not her fault).

Silva's paranoia makes her kind of overprotective, and its subtle and hard to spot considering she genuinely thinks its actually a reasonable thing to do (Thanks Kamski).

Knowing Silva means getting to know Kamski and to be honest he's not approving of anyone outside of Silva. Might sabotage relationship if he finds you too suspicious.

Knowing Silva might put a target on your back (mostly from Adam and his Congregation, Joseph and Eden's Gate, and Paul and the Apostles, but in certain AUs, there's possibly more).

[matri4rch]

*Judges you in Latin*

I almost forgot it's Wednesday lmao take a wip

You know Tullius spent a year's salary for the jewelry. Anything for his sassy dragonborn.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Along with Anne reuniting with the Plantars, I think ppl have forgotten one family member she should meet again. (even tho’ timeline-wise, Bessie was grown when Hop-Pop got her and then went adventuring with him before he went to raise Spring and Polly, then several years after that Anne showed up and then this being 10+ years after that, so unless Snails and Slugs live a long time in Amphibia then Bessie would’ve been gone but I just wanted Anne and Bessie to reunite again)

(The next major comic is a Sashanne past comic and I’m kinda wondering if I should start doing a kind of “WIP Wednesday” for my comics and stuff like I do with my L!LD comics)

[supernova3space]

WIP Wednesday: Nova rambles about the WIPs Pt 2

Since it's technically a Wednesday where I'm at, I'll do it now because I SIMPLY CANNOT WAIT. These are my personal favourites wheeeee

7. Green text: Ooooooh this one. This one is an AU in which they meet during the war and Achilles is HEAD OVER HEELS. And Pat is oblivious. And it's in Green Text. And yes, I'll be bravely attempting to make it humorous.

8. Sci-fi Snow LD+R: This one actually I got the idea from an episode of Love, Death + Robots. In this, Achilles is an immortal human with regenerative powers. He was born and brought up in a lab but escaped and for 900+ years, has been in the run. In that time, the planet has undergone massive transformation including the arrival of aliens and introduction of interplanetary connections. He's seen it all, lived through it all and fights in an underground fighting ring under a pseudonym and basically lives with a non-human identity so that his powers won't attract undue attention where he meets Patroclus, a mysterious stranger who seems to be coming there only to watch him fight. Oh trust me, we're going to go diving into the angst for this one.

9. Courtesan AU: YASSSSS WE'RE HERE. I LOVE THIS. So, in this AU, Patroclus and Achilles are children, orphans surviving on the streets together until one day, horrible circumstances force them apart and they both go down different, very traumatic paths, never seeing each other again. Achilles becomes a courtesan and a killer for his clients, finishing off people in bed in more ways than one. And Patroclus becomes a cold-blooded mercenary. Under the changing socio-political circunstances, they once again meet and the rest, I shall not reveal hehehehehehe.

10. My shadow's a demon, y'know, from hell: Aaaaaah this one was inspired by this comic I saw in Pinterest. Patroclus' family is cursed. On the firstborn child's 18th birthday, their shadow is replaced with a demon who's only purpose is to kill them. They wear charms and bronze to keep the demons from carrying this out but the demon can't leave unless it's killed the human. So now, while having to deal with life in general, Patroclus also has a bloodthirsty demon literally attached to his feet. What a life.

11. Gangster Bakery AU: OMG OMG OMG THIS ONE. So, Achilles owns a bakery. Everything is good, business is great, customers love them— No, Diomedes, we do not need a garrote wire to make layers for the blueberry cake. Patroclus, Achilles' senior when they were in school and his crush (like, since school? Damn dude) comes back to Phthia and now, Achilles wants to shoot pick-up lines instead of bullets— Baguettes! I mean baguettes! What bullets? Pfft.

12. I await, on this moonless night: alright last one for today, this one in particular SCREAMS AT ME. I gotta change the name lol. Anyway, A/B/O dynamics here, Alpha Achilles, Omega Patroclus. Achilles is a single father raising his son Neoptolemus after the tragic death of his wife. Patroclus is the son of Menoitius, the well reputed manager of a fireworks factory. His mentally unstable mother left his father and took the young Patroclus with her to the city and over the years, fell into ruin and eventually committed suicide when Patroclus was an adult. Patroclus returns back to his father's home, where he meets Achilles and they start a secret yet cataclysmic affair which will probably get one or both of them killed or shunned from society. How fun!

Alright, so recently, the WIP count increased YET AGAIN. So, I think it'll take two more Wednesdays to finish this (lol look at me, writing about writing the WIPs rather than actually writing the WIPs). But if I don't tell SOMEONE about these, I'm going to explode.

I'm open to asks about the WIPs in case you have any.

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

et ld for WIP Wednesday please!

Spar glances up at his brother. “He’s being annoying?” he asks, brows knitting together.

“You don’t need to worry about it. Neither of you.”

[dovesdanceatdusk]

Ooh, tag game. Thanks, @littlesistersam​ for tagging me. :) 

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Lemonade  2. Phone call: Mom 3. text message: Ah! Thank you!! 4. song you listened to: “Brick Ballades - Houston Street” by Toshihiko Sahashi 5. time you cried: uh . . . hmm. Last time I remember crying, I saw the aftermath from the Manchester bombing on the news. ( ._.) 6. dated someone twice: Kind of. Well, it depends. First time we hinted it was a date even though we weren’t official; second time was an official date. I guess if it was officially dated someone twice, the answer would be no. Same person. Didn’t date him after that.  7. kissed someone and regretted it: NBK 8. been cheated on: Can’t confirm that. Maybe? No? 9. lost someone special: Yes.  10. been depressed: mmhmm 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Oh yeah. LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: 12-14. Sky Blue, Lilac, Wine Red (or Berry depending on the person) IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. made new friends: Yep. Also reunited with old friends recently so, hooray! 16. fallen out of love: Nope. Haven’t fallen in love with anyone last year. 17. laughed until you cried: Ha! Yes! Laughed until I cried, made squeaky sounds, laid down on my side, and had an asthma attack. Good times, my friend. Good times.  18. found out someone was talking about you: Yep. *sighs*  19. met someone who changed you: I think there have been a few people in the last year that changed me in some way. Subtle. Opened my world view, led me to challenge my perspective. That kind of thing. So, yep.  20. found out who your friends are: Sadly, yes. But there is good in that. I also found out who stuck around. Hooray for good friends! 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nope. See no. 7. GENERAL: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Percentage-wise, about 90%.  23. do you have any pets: Yep. An algae eater, a catfish, and a guinea pig.  24. do you want to change your name: Nah, I like my name. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: Fought allergies. Drew a little bit. Talked on the phone with my sister. Replied back to relatives’ birthday wishes. Pondered about being another year older. Oh, realizing my grandmother is two months younger than Freddie Mercury. Yet that fact didn’t blow my mind until this past Wednesday? Regardless, pretty chill birthday. 26. what time did you wake up: 9:15 . . . ish? In the morning. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Tumblr, wrote a few words for two WIPs, researched. Watched Beat Bobby Flay because I am weak when it comes to cooking competition shows. Listened to some music. Uhhhh . . . that’s all I remember.  28. name something you can’t wait for: 1) Go to a comic con, 2) Move forward and leave the past in the past. 3) Get to a better state in life, even though there are no guarantees and life is a cycle of ups and downs. 4) A decent movie about immortals that isn’t about vampires and superheroes, and isn’t a reboot of the Highlander series (stop rebooting films that didn’t need to come back in the present time, Hollywood). 5) Rare planetary alignment when parallel universes are thin enough you can see through to the other side. No, sorry about that, I could wait for 5. I mean, think about the cosmic consequences of blending universes. Or not. Really don’t know the consequences because I wouldn’t (don’t) know which universe would blend with ours.  29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Few hours ago. 31. what are you listening to right now: Nothing, music-wise. Concentrating on this. Other sounds? The ceiling fan. Laptop sounds; cooling pad hums. Plane flying overhead. Crickets chirping.  32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Oddly no. Have talked to a handful of Tims and Timothys though. Perhaps this is the life where I do not talk to a Tom or Thomas? Oh, carp, wait a minute. Never mind. Yes, I have talked to a person named Tom. Old neighbor. He moved away a while back. Wow, okay. Brain, you a doing me a disservice.  33. something that is getting on your nerves: Setting off fireworks at three in the morning. Humidity raising temperatures up to hell adjacent discomfort. Ah, Hell heat. We’re almost there.  34. most visited website: ahahaha Tumblr. 38. hair colour: Black . . . ish? Dark brown. 39. long or short hair: Long. 40. do you have a crush on someone: Nope. 41. what do you like about yourself: I like figuring out puzzles. Also like I can still find something wonderful and surprising in the mundane. Find fun in the little things.  42. piercings: Earlobes.  43. blood type: I used to know (donated blood a while back and the American Red Cross gave me my blood donor card), but then my doctor confused me years later by telling me I have another blood type so . . . 50% chance one of those sources are right. Don’t know which one. Guess that’s a mystery to solve in the future.  44. nickname: I have one, but I rather not say. It does start with an “M.” 46. zodiac: Cancer 47. pronous: She/her 48. favourite tv show: Don’t have a favorite. Off the bat, I like Fargo, Stranger Things, Stargate SG-1, Preacher, Masterchef, Project Runway, Sense8, Voltron: LD, Mr. Robot, Fringe . . . there’s more, but I can’t think of them right now. Pretty sure I’m going to watch SPN until the end, so that’s a given.  49. tattoos: None. 50. right or left handed: Right handed. Used to be left handed when I was a kid but my grandma insisted I be taught to write with my right.   51. surgery: Nope. 53. sport: More like exercise. Walking, random dancing when no one’s home. Other than that, nope. 55. vacation: Travel stayed in the U.S., along the east coast. Want to go to New Zealand, Canada, Vermont, Japan . . . there are more, I’m sure.  56. pair of trainers: This is shoes, yes? I’m going to assume it’s shoes. Nike. Off brand shoes that are just as good as Nike.  MORE GENERAL 57. eating: Nothing right now.  58. drinking: Water.  59. i’m about to: Reply to another ask game.  61. waiting for: Nothing at the moment.  62. want: To figure out what I want to create next.  63. get married: Nah, not right now.  64. career: I want to go into publishing one day. Off the record, I want to create - painting and drawing mostly.  WHICH IS BETTER 65. hugs or kisses: Ooh, hugs. 66. lips or eyes: Eyes 67. shorter or taller: Taller 68. older or younger: Doesn’t matter. Both are good. 70. nice arms or nice stomach: Nice stomach. 72. hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. troublemaker or hesitant: Both. HAVE YOU EVER: 74. kissed a stranger: Nope. 75. drank hard liquor: Yep.  76. lost glasses/contact lenses: Yep. 77. turned someone down: Yeah.  78. sex on the first date: Nope.  79. broken someone’s heart: Pretty sure I had.  80. had your heart broken: Yes. 81. been arrested: Nope. 82. cried when someone died: Oh yeah. 83. fallen for a friend: Yep. Didn’t help I’m demi, so. DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. yourself: I try to. Nowadays, it’s easier to believe in myself, but it took a long time to get where I am now.  85. miracles: Yes.  86. love at first sight: For some people, yes. Otherwise, no.  87. santa claus: When I was a kid.  88. kiss on the first date: No. 89. angels: Not sure.  OTHER: 90. current best friend’s name: Julie. 91. eye colour: Brown.  92. favourite movie: Don’t have a favorite. Recent movie I enjoyed watching: Get Out. Wonder Woman. Ahhhhh . . . . that’s all I can think of right now. 

I tag anyone who wants to do this!

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday: TBAV #4

When Adriana agreed to marry the youngest Vanserra brother, she had no idea what she was getting herself into... How will she and Beron survive the initiation when his family wants to break them?

This next installment of TBAV has been so fun to write... Most of the characters are OC or interpretations of characters we don't have much back story fore. The lore is practically building itself. For a little snack, continue reading below!

They arrived at Adriana’s room not long after, Beron’s hand lingering around hers. He bowed slightly again, such reverence Adriana had never experienced, before placing a light kiss atop her hand. His lips were soft, if a bit scratchy, like downy fox fur gearing up for a cold winter.  As he pulled away, one question gnawed at her more than the others. “Wait, my lord-” she called as he walked away. Beron turned, one eyebrow tantalizingly raised about an inviting smirk.  “Yes?” He took one step back toward her, running a hand through his hair to fix that one unruly lock before it could completely escape. “And you can call me Beron, at least, when we are in private.”  Adriana blushed, looking down to where her hands once again toyed with the luxurious fabric of her skirt. “Why give me a nickname so soon? You don’t know me, not really, I-” Beron cut her off, one finger coming to just barely shush Adriana’s lips. “I know enough, petal. You won’t break.” He let hand wander, caressing the side of her face before tucking a few errant strands of her fire red hair back behind her hair. Tipping her chin up to meet his gaze, Beron spoke once more. “Don’t let them break you.”  Without waiting for a response, Beron turned and walked away. The sight was delightful enough to distract Adriana from his haunting last words, at least for now.

This fic is 6/9 parts finished so far and I'm hopeful I can finish it soon! Stay tuned for further info!

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday: A Walk In The Park

The count down to @erisweekofficial continues! This week I've got a gift for all the Casris lovers out there!

In "A Walk In The Park" Cassian makes a mistake and Eris gives him a choice on how he’d like to make it up to him. Cassian almost instantly regrets his decision. Read a snippet below!

An inviting plume of smoke puffed out of the cabin’s chimney as Eris approached the front door. He took in a deep breath of the crisp Autumn air, letting it clear his lungs and settle his mind before he stepped inside his sanctuary. The tranquility he’d just achieved was instantly shattered when he walked inside and tripped, sending him sprawling across the entryway floor.  Groaning as he sat up, Eris looked with vengeance upon the pair of black leather boots caked in mud that were about three sizes too big for him. Before he could properly right himself Eris’ pups were beside him, whining as they tried to ensure he was okay. Fen started licking his cheek as Willow huffed and nuzzled his shoulder in an attempt to help him up. The precious dogs received the cuddles they deserved as Eris continued his staring contest with the haphazardly strewn black boots. Content he was unharmed, the dogs gave Eris space to push himself off the floor and dust off his pants.  Cassian had promised him more than once that he would find a place for those boots. It wasn’t Eris’ fault that he had five pairs of his own that lived beside the door. No, if the big bat wanted to start staying here with Eris, he had to carve out his own spot. When Eris had explained this to Cassian, the male had just chuckled under his breath before placing a soft kiss on the Autumn Heir’s forehead and pulling him in for a hug. “Of course, princess,” he’d said in that voice that he knew sent tingles coursing through every inch of Eris' body.  That conversation had been a week ago and Cassian’s boots still always seemed to end up underfoot.

What happens to the boots and the bat? Find out one week from today on 9/11, Day 4 of Eris Week!

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday: EW Day 3

It's officially time to start dropping @erisweekofficial snippets!

"And So, We Danced" is a Nesta and Eris brOTP fic with some background comedy from their mates, Cassian and Eris.

“Your form is off.” Eris said as he pulled Nesta’s body back toward him. Her last turn had been a quarter second off from the beat of the symphonia. It was so unlike her usual pristine tempo that Eris grew concerned for the female. He led her into a lock step, halting their waltz mid song and dropping his arms.  The flames in Nesta’s eyes grew as she stared down her partner. “What was that for?” Her arms held perfect posture, waiting for Eris to take up position again and continue their promenade.  “Don’t give me that,” Eris scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You couldn’t even do a natural spin turn, something you learned practically before you could walk.” He softened his shoulders slightly as he spoke again, “what’s on your mind, Nesta.” Nesta’s arms held the same perfect position, though her shoulders and lips tensed in response. “Finish the song.”

Stay tuned for day 3 of Eris week (healing/ betrayal) on 9/10 for the full fic!

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WIP Wednesday: More TBAV

I'm very excited to present this little snippet from the next installment of "To Become A Vanserra".

Azriel, Eris, Lucien, and Elain haven't been able to stop thinking about their initiations. What they experienced, and what they missed out on. Deep within the rules of the Vanserra initiation, there may just be a way to experience it all...

Read a snippet below along with the title drop and release date below the break:

Little kit, 

Well, well, well. That was quite the letter your ‘dove’ wrote my mate, now wasn’t it? Such a prim little slut she is. I can’t imagine you were entirely unaware of its contents, given the nature of her request.

I couldn’t help but notice during my own initiation that you didn’t get quite the same experience I did. Nor could I help but notice your reaction to my mate’s cock in your hand. Now we can both attest that the things they say about wingspan are quite true, quite true indeed. You watched father fuck him with a curiosity that rivaled my own. I’d be jealous if I didn’t get to take the little bat’s needy hole any time I wanted. 

All this to say, dear youngest brother, if you wish to invoke the clause, I could be convinced to oblige your request. With a few conditions, of course. Please do write back with haste. Our mates have needs. 

Eris Vanserra

"The Clause" will drop day 7 of @erisweekofficial, 9/14.

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WIP Wednesday: TTBW Ch 6

TTBW is BACK! I still have every intention of finishing this fic by the end of the calendar year, and it has officially entered its healing era.

Check out the snippet of "Take These Broken Wings" chapter 6 below!

Nesta ran for the bed, her nightdress disheveled and hanging off one shoulder. Her hair, always so neatly bound, now hung loose and frazzled down her back. As she reached Cassian’s side, she stopped abruptly, eyes roving across the bandages that seemed to cross every bit of his skin. They stopped, fear blowing out her pupils, as she spotted the bits of blood that seeped through the dressings at the base of his wings.  Her hand trembled as she covered her mouth, tears still falling in their own caress down her face. She lowered her shaking fingers far enough to speak clearly as her gaze finally landed on Cassian’s pain-filled hazel stare. “I’m sorry,” she whispered softly, but her voice quickly grew in strength and conviction as she continued. “I should have seen it, should have known sooner. This is all my fault and I-“ Azriel's arms wove around her, cutting her off as they pulled Nesta’s back against his firm, warm chest. With a wince he failed to hide, Cassian reached forward and grasped Nesta’s hand. “Don’t start with that. I’ve told Azriel, and I’ll tell you now, what I did was no one’s fault but my own. No one could have stopped me.”

Thank you to @queercontrarian for helping me pick this snippet of the upcoming chapter! Stay tuned on my tumblr for specific post dates.

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WIP Wednesday!

For this WIP Wednesday I'm posting a little snippet of my Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 2 fic for the comfort prompt titled "Hold Me Close, Hold Me Tender".

This fic works off my HC that Nesta has endometriosis and her cycles and symptoms only worsened once she became fae. But thankfully as her body and emotions riot against her, her mates Cassian and Azriel are there to take care of her.

You can read your snack below the cut:

When Nesta rolled out of bed that morning her body felt sluggish, tired even after a full night's sleep. But warriors, especially Valkyrie’s, didn’t let anything keep them from training. She held in her groan as she sat up, trying not to wake Azriel. The male could sleep until the second before training started and still make it on time and be one of the most alert people there. Cassian had awoken and left the bed almost an hour ago, preferring to have extra time for his hair and breakfast routine. Nesta fell somewhere in the middle, allowing herself only the exact amount of time it took her to pull on her leathers, braid her hair, grab a quick snack from the house, and make it to the training ring. Each step she took felt heavier than the last, and her arms ached from what was typically the easy task of taming her hair. If that wasn’t a sign that something about this day would be different, the House providing Nesta with a pan au chocolat instead of her regular oats with berries definitely was. Groaning at the realization of what the House was trying to tell her, Nesta decided that she would pretend like it wasn’t happening and accept the House’s gift as a token of friendship and not the warning it was. This was her first mistake. The second mistake was heading up to train with the Valkyries and her mates.

Stay tuned for the full fic on 4/8 for @polyacotarweek!

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WIP Wednesday

Time to start announcing more @erisweekofficial fics and dropping little treats for y'all!

Fic descriptions and Eris Week masterlist to come! Until then, enjoy your snack. 🖤

Soft muted light danced across the streets of Velaris through the rainfall. The faelight reflected off puddles of water, glinting like fireflies as the new drops fell. It was a beautiful sight, Eris thought before he dragged his boot through the puddle. But he had a habit of ruining beautiful things, himself included.  Liquid from the bottle at his side sloshed to join the clear water, a puddle of amber dissipating out in concentric ripples. Beside the drop of amber fell several drops of a darker liquid, thick and rich. Whiskey in, blood out. The thought made a very drunk Eris chuckle as he continued to stumble along the dark alleys of the town he wasn’t supposed to know existed. It wasn’t far now until he reached his destination. Just a few more… Eris stumbled, falling nearly face first onto the wet cobblestones.  He felt the water run in the ditches between the stones, the cool patter of rain across his skin washing away more of what had been done to him as the liquor cleansed his mind. Needing to get further from his thoughts, Eris pulled the bottle up toward his lips but there was nothing there. His fingers wrapped around the neck of the broken glass, the shattered base of the bottle now glinting like gems amongst the stones. More blood trickled down Eris’ arms from the deep gash the broken glass has left in his palm.  What was more blood, at this point?  It didn’t matter anyway. None of it did. So Eris dragged himself the last few blocks, stumbling the entire way, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.  When he reached his destination he found the door locked. “Please, friend,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the wooden door like he was kissing a lover. “I need you.” A dark form seemed to swirl around his wrist, but before Eris could think much of it the little shadow had scampered back through the keyhole. 

"A Wound So Deep" will drop on Day 1, 9/8.

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WIP Wednesday

Hello All, I'm back with another snippet from "Welcome to the Family" because I'm having entirely too much fun sharing it and teasing @secret-third-thing 😈

If you don't know what this fic is yes, I recommend starting with the intro post here and second sneak peak here.

“It’s good that you’re scared, Ms. Archeron. You should be.” As he talked, Beron clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the side of the bed Elain was lying closest to, just an arms length from the edge. 

“Lucien has informed me that you let some human filth fuck you, that you’re no longer pure.” 

Elain’s eyes cast aside at the statement, the words cutting deep. “He was my fiance,” she said, though her defense was half hearted. 

“It is a requirement in my family that a bride or mate stay pure through the completion of the ritual. And you didn't, did you?” The bite in Beron’s words grew, his anger becoming a thick, palpable air throughout the room. 

Unsure what to do and completely unprepared for this line of questioning Elain tried to look up at Lucien, but Beron’s hand shot out faster than she could blink. 

Beron grasped Elain firmly by the jaw, painfully forcing her to meet his gaze. Lucien’s hands around her wrists still held her firmly in place, making no move to stop Beron’s assault.

“You will answer to me, Lucien is not in charge here.” Beron said, voice seething with hot anger and disappointment once. “It is my right to be the first person to fuck my son’s mate, Ms. Archeron. So you will tell me now, did you take that from me?” 

A hot tear full of anger and fear squeezed out of Elain’s eye as she admitted, “yes.” 

“You look the part of the innocent virgin in that shift, but you’re really just a filthy fucking whore aren’t you?”

Painfully aware of the other eyes in the room roaming her body as Beron interrogated her, Elain responded again with “yes.” 

Stay tuned for more, coming soon to an AO3 near you!

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WIP Wednesday: ASOLB Returns

I promised this fic wasn't abandoned, and that is STILL THE CASE.

"And So Our Life Begins" returns next week for @azrisweek. You can catch up on the first two chapters of the fic here!

In chapter three, "Dare to Dream" Azriel and Eris realize something is missing in their relationship and decide to make a change. Read below for a sneak peak!

“Honey I’m home!” Azriel called mockingly to Eris when he strode through the double doors into their large bedroom. Instead of Eris waiting for him, Azriel found Clove. She trotted up to his side, demanding pets by pushing her snout into him until he obliged her.

“Where’s Eris, sweet girl?” Azriel asked the pup, who had come to favor Azriel much to Eris’ chagrin. After receiving what she deemed to be the appropriate amount of pets in greeting, Clove gently grabbed the sleeve of Azriel’s shirt and guided him toward Eris’s study. 

“Of course the little shit is still working,” Azriel grumbled under his breath as they neared the door. 

“I heard that, you ridiculous bat.” Eris said without looking up from the paper he was reading at his desk. 

“You promised me that you’d stop working before I left for my flight.” 

“And you promised you’d only be gone for an hour. I see we are both liars.” 

“Two wrongs don’t make a right” Azriel said as he kissed the back of Eris’s neck.

“So why don’t we go make a few more wrongs…” Eris said, turning to meet Azriel’s lips with his own.

Instead of matching his mate’s intensity, Azriel pulled back.

Stay tuned for the full chapter next week!

Divider by @tsunami-of-tears, thank you!