#LD WIP Wednesday

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WIP Wednesday: TSOA Book 2

The Song of Azris, Book II: Dice & Fics is well underway! I'm excited to share the next installment of this fic when it is finished.

TW will include death, blood, and attempted assault. Allusions to this are found in the snippet.

The acolytes' eyes were open, staring toward the moon. Azriel stared between the pair of communing maidens and pleaded with the gods. He just needed one more chance. He could make this right, he wouldn’t fail Phoibe again, he wouldn’t- On the sand beside his knees, the girl's hand fell open as if in offering. A pair of dice rolled to the sand. Three and two, together making five. Duplicity and luck all wrapped up in a new beginning. His sister had taught him to read dice, and he recalled her lessons so acutely in this moment his head throbbed.  Screams echoed through his mind as well. It took Azriel too long to realize they were his own. Soon, they were joined with other shouts. The distant yells became louder, closer. Men running from the barracks would arrive quickly, swords in hand and ready to defend. Azriel hung his head. He placed the acolyte gently on the ground, fixing her hair so the wound was covered. Beautiful, he thought as he did so. Just like my sister. Before he ran away from the bodies, Azriel grabbed the pair of dice. 

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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).

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*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.

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WIP Wednesday ~

Thank you for the tag @thecryptidenthusiast ! 🥰 I’m gonna tag @darkfire1177 @trebuchet151 and @glass-warehouse (if y’all want, no pressure). Also, anyone who’d like to share, consider yourself tagged. ^^!

I just have some doodles today, lol. They’re from an AU my mind is semi-consumed by where Ven isn’t a regene/Sidestep, but instead grew up as a child actor (like Shirley Temple vibes, keeping up the country’s morale instead of letting them dwell on those ‘resettlement’ camps and martial law~~) and Ortega and nem get to be an obnoxious tabloid couple when Ven fucks off to LD …in theory, no one really knows what’s happening here but it sells paper soooo.

I just deeply enjoy drawing them (mostly nem here) being little shits, I can’t lie. ^^;; Y’all may see more of this silly thing, lol.

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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.

[mariigoldzz]

Wip Wednesday

Thanks @districtunrest for tagging me! working on the LD death rewrite/au at the moment!!

"It was a humid afternoon, just after a heavy morning rain, when peacekeepers discovered her body in a brook that ran through the district. “She slipped on a rock and drowned." Said the head peacekeeper, though no one believed it. Not when her head had clearly been struck by something hard, not when her body lay unnaturally in the water, and certainly not when the whole district knew it was because of Haymitch. "

Tagging anyone who wants to join in!

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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.”

[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)

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WIP Wednesday: TSOA Book 2

Aaaaaaaannnd we're back!! Just a little taste for you all as I work on the second book of "The Song of Azris." This is going to be another emotionally rough one, but well, the source material should give you an idea of just how far this fic will go. Part of this book was written many months ago, and I started by rewriting it all. I'm excited with how it's coming along now!

He fought, channeling his pain into rage, and his rage into movement. For months Azriel trained from sunup until just before sundown. Each evening, he found his way to the ashen ruins of the house that still burned in his dreams. While Apollo carried the sun to its rest each night, streaking the sky in vibrant orange and red two thoughts warred in Azriel’s mind: the fire that licked at his sister’s skin, taking her life, and the red headed boy who had made it easier for Azriel to breathe. As the colors melted to an ashen purple and charcoal night, Azriel hated himself for both.  Why should he have it easier? That boy, Eris, he’d been so young, so unaware. Burns did not make Azriel a warrier. The healing skin was calloused now, having adjusted to the brutal training Azriel endured. But maybe if he trained more, worked harder, he could become the hero that boy thought he was. The one his sister had deserved.  The charcoal grey darkened to an inky black, blue wisps of cloud covering the moon left in the sun’s wake. Stars dotted through, carrying hopes, dreams, and the true heroes of their world. Azriel sat beside the toppled brazer, the only piece of his sister’s sanctuary that remained, and watched them blink into existence. His mind began to replay the events of that night, as it often did. The screams were so vivid, Phoibe’s voice reverberating through his memories…

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WIP Wednesday - TBAV is back with...

Neve Aenson, only daughter of the Winter's Autumn Court Border Emissary, has only ever met the Vanserra's a few times before. That is until she decides enough is enough and takes over her father's role, hoping to readapt treatise in her Court's favor. What she didn't expect was to find a mate, let alone two. Conleth Vanserra never expected Neve, never expected love at all. He doesn't do emotions. Neither does his brother, Fintan. Those who have met them would say the brothers are polar opposites, despite having been forced together as young boys. How will they deal with being forced together once more?

"Tastes of Desire" explores who the second and third born Vanserra brothers are outside their father and brothers shadows, both as integral parts of the Autumn court and as individuals. You can find out more about the three characters in this fic here. The title and tagline are based on the poem "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost.

This fic has been SO MUCH FUN to write, and working to develop these original characters has helped the lore of the "To Become A Vanserra" universe really blossom. As always, this fic builds on the previous installations, and I highly recommend reading them all in order. I cannot wait to share this fic with you all, starting next week as part of @polysjmweek! Below the cut, you can read a snippet from each of the first two chapters.

Chapter 1 Snippet

She turned when he entered, the skirts of her gown the only sound in the room. The fabric was gorgeous, a dark thistle color more vibrant than any other he’d seen in the manor before. But what finally took his breath away, stealing it from his lungs before he could choose to exhale, was the look of challenge written across her pale face. Her vibrant blue eyes were already narrowed, painted lips in a slight frown as she looked him up and down.   Neve, Conleth remembered her slightly upturned nose and the powerful set of her shoulders from the few times they’d met at equinox and solstice gatherings. They’d danced, once or twice, at the gatherings. But he’d never really talked to her before today.  When she spoke, her voice was sharp, yet composed. “Well I certainly expected you to be more foreboding, seeing as you’ve walked all over this court for the past several years.”  Conleth inhaled to respond, but when he drew in the breath, something else joined the oxygen that rushed into his chest. The bond slammed home with the ferocity of a blizzard, wrapping around his heart like the snow had danced around his boots on his walk in. He lifted a hand, feeling the thick suede coat above his clothes, and the tight tether coiling in his chest. Conleth looked down at his hand before glancing up, unable to hide the shock on his face. The look on her face was a challenge, one he’d have to learn to meet quickly, because Neve was his mate.

Chapter 2 Snippet

Conleth entered, his steps intentionally loud against the soft wooden floor that had been inset around the tree. Bookshelves lined the walls of the circular room, alternating with floor to ceiling windows. Regardless of his brother’s obvious entrance, Fintan stayed bent over his desk, intently reading with a quill tucked between his teeth.   “You know, I've always thought it was sacrilegious to keep so many books close to the tree,” Conleth spoke as he meandered slowly to the side of Fintan’s desk, eyes roving over the cluttered bookshelves.  “Because you care oh so much for the tree,” Fintan mumbled around the quill between his teeth. He’d had this particular habit since he was a child, his mind running too fast and hands too busy with other things. Fintan couldn’t simply put the quill down because it was one of the only objects he was regularly capable of losing.  “Try again, dear brother, I’m not sure I heard you over the damn feather in your mouth.” The sarcasm dripping from Conleth’s words was thicker than molasses. 

My deepest thanks to @climbthemountain2020 for being my sounding board and cheerleader through the development of this fic, and helping me with edits and beta work.

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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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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!

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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!

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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: Draetos 2

It's WIP Wednesday!! This week I'm here with a little teaser of Draetos 2! If you were around for the the Riders Quadrant secret santa exchange, you've likely read part 1, if not give it a shot! Let's see what Drake and Dain will get up to this time...

"Draetos 1: Worlds Collide" takes place after "Iron Flame". "Draetos 2: Collision Course" takes place in the earlier parts of "Onyx Storm", and there will be mild spoilers for the book. There are no spoilers in this snippet.

Lifting his chin, Drake said, “I make no promises, Riorson.” Narrowing his eyes slightly at the Lieutenant, Drake lowered his voice. “Just know I’ll do what’s needed to keep mine safe.”  “Then you’ve got my respect.”  “Not mine!” Violet protested, hand snaking to the dagger sheathed at her side.  Xaden just chuckled, wrapping his arms around her tightly before he whispered in her ear. “You’re such a violent little thing.”  That blush rushed across her cheeks even quicker this time.  “I think that’s both our queues to end this little interrogation,” Dain said, taking a step back into his room.  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Violet yelled as was shutting the door. “Violet that takes literally nothing off the table!” Dain shouted out the small crack in the door before he closed it completely. Turning from the laughter he heard outside the door, Dain faced the room. Drake stood there, his shirt already off and thrown unceremoniously across the floor.  “Where were we?” That damned smirk was still plastered on his face, accentuating the perfect tease of a dimple in Drake’s cheek. 

Stay tuned for the full fic coming soon!

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WIP Wednesday Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

Thank you for the tag @beesays! This is going to be fun. I haven't been writing nearly as much as I'd because I'm studying for my first board exam and boy does it suck the life out of you. But I've got several WIPs to pull from here!

S: “Someday you’ll realize you’re not capable of feeling, Eris - you’re just like me after all.” Azriel's voice was harsh, even in its quietude, the words biting through the night air between them. (Ogygia)

T: They were the most gaudy things Drake had ever seen, but Caspian liked to play into his name, and Drake couldn't help but indulge the man. (Draetos 2: Collision Course [Fourth Wing])

A: Azriel bit down on the rod they stuck between his teeth, bitter and dry. It sucked whatever liquid had been left in his mouth from his tongue and cheeks, but it did nothing to dull the pain. (The Song of Azris, Book 2: Dice & Figs)

R: Reaching for the papers without breaking her gaze, Neve cut back, “You must know that well. I wonder if there’s any fire left in your veins beneath the ice.” “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Conleth’s words were smooth, like fine liquor. Neve felt the fire then, and swallowed it down hungrily. (Unnamed poly "To Become A Vanserra" installment.)

Let me know if there's a fic you want to hear more about! Looking forward to finishing these so I can share them with you.

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Your word is FATE!