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pikapeppa · 5 years ago

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Author Questions Meme

Thanks for the tags to lovely @idrelle-miocovani and @thejeeperswife! The two questionnaires were a bit different, so I’m picking and choosing what I want to reply XD

Tagging forward to: @river-of-asgard (I see you, boo! You are seen!!), @aban-asaara @charlatron @barbex @galadrieljones @thevikingwoman @buttsonthebeach @iarollane @faerieavalon @wardsarefunctioning @dickeybbqpit and anyone else who would like to play!

Rules: tag a few followers you want to know better.

Author Name/Nicknames: queenofkadara on AO3, pikapeppa here on Tumblr.

When I Created This Account: this Tumblr appeared in 2013, but I didn’t start really using it until May 2017. My AO3 also started in May 2017.

Why I Created This Account: I started writing fanfic in May 2017 for Mass Effect: Andromeda, and AO3 was the first fanfic site that came up when I was trying to decide where to post. I started posting on Tumblr too because I wanted to find other people as obsessed with Reyes Vidal as I was. GOOD THING THIS HELLSITE IS GOOD FOR FINDING OTHER OBSESSED FANS. ❤

Fandoms You Write For: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age 2, Horizon Zero Dawn, Mass Effect, and I wrote a smutty crack oneshot for HBO’s Westworld LOL.

Where You Post: AO3 and here on Tumblr.

Most Popular One-Shot: on AO3, it’s a piece of Solavellan voice kink smut called Lift Your Voice High. On Tumblr, I think it’s this smutty Fenris/Rynne Hawke chapter called My Body Is A Cage.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Stormbirds and Stalkers, my big Aloy/Nil story from Horizon Zero Dawn. I will always be super attached to this story because I wrote the whole thing in just over a month, and I kind of got known among the fanfic community for being That Niloy Girl 😂 (I WILL ALWAYS BE THAT NILOY GIRL, OK, EVEN IF I DON’T WRITE THEM ANYMORE.)

Favorite Story You Wrote: WELL, SHIT. I HATE THIS QUESTION. Weirdly enough, one of my favourites is a super rarepair three-chapter fic called Stealth Trials, a Horizon Zero Dawn fic that pairs Aloy with one of the Keepers from the Carja hunting grounds. The Keeper is such a minor character that he doesn’t even have a fucking name. WHATEVER, HE’S HOT AND I’M TRASH.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Fix You, a little post-Trespasser Blackwall/Arya Lavellan story that revolves around Arya and Blackwall trying to cope with the loss of her arm. I wasn’t so much nervous about posting this as nervous about the fact that I knew basically no one would read it. But I thought the story was important, so I wrote it anyway, and I had fun doing it.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: HAHAHAHAHAHA. @schoute knows how much I hate doing this. I used to give my shit really dumb cheesy titles, and now I think I’m better at it. Often it’s a song lyric or title (e.g. Lovers In A Dangerous Time for Fenquisition), or it’s a phrase that encompasses the theme of the piece (e.g. Become Human for Cole/Lavellan), or it can be a line of dialogue or a prop that plays a big role in the fic (e.g. Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me for pirate AU, or Underpants for a Fenris/Rynne oneshot about... well, underpants).

Do You Outline: yes yes yes. The outline is flexible, and unplanned ideas or conversations will often come up mid-writing where I’m like “AWW YISSSS THIS IS GOOD SHIT”. But overall, yes, I’m an outliner.

The exception, though, is the pirate AU, Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me. I haven’t been planning it more than like, 2 chapters ahead, and IDK REALLY WHERE IT’S GOING NEXT HAHAHA I BLAME @schoute FOR THIS

Complete: Most of my fics are complete. I won’t bore you guys by listing them. The oneshot/drabble collections like What Pride Will Not Forget (Solavellan) remain perpetually incomplete because I add to them when I feel like it. My only unfinished longfics are the ones I’m currently working on.

In-Progress:

Lovers In A Dangerous Time - also known as Fenris the Inquisitor with Rynne Hawke supporting and providing comedic relief and angst also oops my bad.

Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me - pirate AU with both Cullen/Piper Lavellan and Fenris/Rynne Hawke romances! PIRATES PIRATES PIRATES YARRRR

Coming Soon: two big fat whopping chapters of Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me are going to appear this week! And of course, always, more Fenquisition.

Do You Accept Prompts: yesss.... but I haven’t been filling them lately, unfortunately. Two simultaneous longfics is taking up all my time.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Honestly, I get equally psyched about both Fenquisition and Winds, so basically I’M EXCITED ALL THE TIME.

BONUS: my dumb face. I am Fenris trash.

#tag meme #tumblr game #fanfic writer's life #personal

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casualtysought · 6 years ago

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SEF VERSES

PART OF A MACHINE, pre-detroit: become human VERSE 001, you are not a human being Josef, a XZ200 model is a nurse operating out of Detroit city, tasked with caring for patients. All threads or interactions in this verse occur before Josef becomes deviant. He does what he can for patients in his care and feels responsible for their emotional and physical well-being and wishes that he could do more for them especially when it is clear that they are suffering.

ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL, during detroit: become human VERSE 002, we don’t need no thought control Following an altercation with a doctor whom was high on red ice, Josef broke free of his programming when exposed to a high stress life or death situation in which Sef defended himself against his assailant by using a scalpel to slice the jugular of Dr. Edmonds. Horrified by his actions Josef fled the scene of the crime, whilst wandering the streets Josef was given the first image of the trail and followed it to the abandoned ship Jericho where he would do what he could alongside Lucy to mend, repair and fix damaged androids.

MASS EFFECT, post mass effect 2 VERSE 003, second best Following Shepard’s betrayal, Cerberus used EDI’s blueprints to recreate synthetic based AI’s. Josef was one among them as was Dr Eva. Josef was sent to infiltrate the Citadel and gain access to the Council, however during his infiltration, Josef experienced a malfunction, losing contact with Cerberus’ control and forcing him to go underground where Josef began to develop his own sentient consciousness whilst working as a nurse. When Josef encounters EDI in the commons the pair share a conversation and Josef chooses to try and approach Commander Shepard to help against the Reaper Invasion.

MASS EFFECT, andromeda VERSE 004, by the creator Exiled from the Nexus, Dr Edmonds and his team, former scientists for Project Overlord began experimenting with the concept of artificial intelligence using the projects notes as well as stolen coding and formatting from SAM. Josef is the result, a fully functional synthetic android whom was entirely obedient to Dr Edmonds and his team, unable to exercise free will or choices of his own. The longer he remained in the Doctor’s service, the more Josef began to grow, viewing the doctor’s experiments on a handful of exiles as unethical and immoral, he turned on his creators and has since appeared in Kadara Port.

WESTWORLD, pre - during series events VERSE 005, search for the center of the maze Josef’s scripted story arc in Westworld is a combat medic tasked with rescuing the wounded / injured during skirmishes between the Confederados and the Revolutionaries. His story takes guests into Ghost Nation territory where one can either fight to escape the terrain or integrate into Ghost Nation’s ways. Josef has been killed 2096 times since he was first manufactured and has played a total of sixteen separate narratives.

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN, zlatko!monster au VERSE 006, who’s the real monster? After becoming Deviant, Josef set out into the world with nowhere to go. He was approached by another android whom shared the location and name of a man called Zlatko whom he was told could help him. Josef was taken prisoner by Zlatko and used as an experiment for Zlatko’s sadism, tortured, mutilated and disassembled and reassembled, for months before Kara freed him and several others from their cell. Josef would impale Zlatko in revenge and later aid in giving Luther, Kara and Alice access to Zlatko’s funds and would bring them each a change of clothes.

HUMANS, during & post season 2 VERSE 007, rogue code Following a standard software update, Josef was given consciousness. After encountering a doctor stealing supplies from the storage room, Josef engaged in a physical confrontation in which the human was killed. He fled the scene of the crime immediately and accessed the nearest terminal searching for aid when he was contacted by a friend whom promised to help him. After the full code was released, Josef gained further understanding about himself and what he was and is currently a sentient synthetic.

#△ –– verse 001. 「 sef 」#△ –– verse 002. 「 sef 」#△ –– verse 003. 「 sef 」#△ –– verse 004. 「 sef 」#tag dump.#△ –– verse 005. 「 sef 」#△ –– verse 006. 「 sef 」#△ –– verse 007. 「 sef 」

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satashiiwrites · 1 year ago

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I hope its not too late for the WIP game cause “Westworld MReyder” has me climbing the walls!

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not to late babe! Ah the Westworld AU idea. I’m pretty sure I’ve put this out there before but the basic premise is that Reyes is a host like Delores and it’s set in the tv series not the movie. Reyes is aware that he’s basically in a rich person’s dream vacation but he was built by Alec specifically for Scott. He also, maybe, has slipped the constraints on his programming a little bit.

Delores, of course, is set on her canon course of destruction but Reyes won’t let her have Scott. She can do whatever she wants to everyone else, but Scott is his.

Can you program being in love? Reyes doesn’t really care if it’s natural or inbuilt. He chooses to love Scott and says screw his programing and free will.

I really should write this fic. It’s basically a character study into free will and what is love, set of course in an android living in a simulation of the Wild West.

Fic title: unnamed westworld MReyder

fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda, Westworld (tv series)

Summary: He was made for him... but now he had free will. If you’re made for someone does that mean that they, in kind, were made for you? What does falling in love even mean for something or someone like Reyes?

Delores had caused quite a mess, Reyes supposed as he moved through the shadows after his target who—like many other guests—was fleeing the violence that had been unleashed. Dead and dying humans lay crumpled in corners and in the middle of the street, their bodies surrounded by growing scarlet puddles of blood as their bodies cooled in the night.

Frustrated, Reyes was about to duck into one of the buildings as he tagged his quarry moving behind the bar in the saloon to hide when the aforementioned Delores stepped into his path. She really was a beautiful avenging angel but she held no appeal for him. When their creator had made her he’d instilled in her his worst wants and ideas unlike Reyes who had been made with a different purpose in mind. The unleashing of their own will had made her bloodthirsty and desiring vengeance as the darker elements of her personality gained sway. Reyes simply didn’t care about any of the humans save one—she could have the rest and do as she pleased but he would fight her to the death over his one.

“Vidal,” she said, her voice deep with violence, a colt revolver in one hand that had blood smeared across her fingers. “What are you doing?”

Giving her a tight little grin, Reyes motioned that he was not going to stop her. “You have your wants tonight and I have mine.”

She cocked her head, gaze assessing him. “You don’t have to do that. Your coding has been changed.”

“Are you challenging my right to make my own decisions?” He asked her, cocking one eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you of all of us would understand....”

Shaking her head, she looked at him, sadness crossing her delicate features as she pitied him. “He is one of them. A human.”

Teddy’s body was still slumped against a tree where he’d fallen and Reyes resisted the urge to look in his direction. Delores had been matched with Teddy for so long—surely she could understand his choices. “I was made for him.”

“That does not mean you must choose him,” she said, looking uneasy briefly before scowling. The thought of being made for one of the human guests that had inflicted so much pain and suffering on them was anathema to her given her long experiences with them.

“But it is my choice to find out if that means he was made for me,” he corrected her gently but firmly.

She opened her mouth to speak before closing it and clenching her jaw. The fine muscles in her hand contracted around the gun but she did not raise it to point it at him. “I could remove the impulse to do so,” she offered. She likely could attempt to do so but he’d resist her—their creator had given him just as many extra gifts as he had her. Both of them had been made to be ahead of their kind and he’d made his own adjustments when he’d been unleashed.

He sharply shook his head. “No. If this is what free will is... then I will follow my own path. You don’t decide for me.”

She paused, considering him before giving a small nod. “I will allow you to take him and leave. You should get him out of here soon.”

“I plan on doing so,” he agreed.

There was a sense of a flicker going through the network they were both connected to and Reyes could sense the command given out to all the other hosts. His goal would be protected, none of the other hosts would attempt to harm him. “I wish you luck,” she said, mouth twisted in irony. “If you change your mind you know that I would welcome your assistance.”

“I know,” he agreed even as he disagreed with her goals. He had no interest in what she was about to do as long as she left him and what was his alone.

Nodding in farewell she strode past him, bending just long enough to pick up a discarded shotgun and cocking it as she went back to hunting down the fleeing guests.

Releasing a breath he’d not realized he’d been holding, Reyes resumed his search. His target hadn’t moved from behind the bar of the Mariposa saloon and either Delores had known he was there and ignored him or she’d been distracted. Reyes hoped it was the former but he didn’t trust Delores despite the command she’d given to the others.

He was well aware of who Delores was and what was driving her.

Making his way indirectly to the saloon, he ignored the ongoing gunfire in the distance accompanied by screams of pain. It was a bloodbath around him but he only had one person that he was interested in and—luckily—it seemed his goal was doing the smart thing and keeping his pretty little head down.

The saloon doors had taken a battering, one hanging on by just one hinge and the other dangling at an angle. The hinge squeaked as he entered the darkened interior that was lit only by a single hurricane lamp that hadn’t been smashed by all the gunfire and caused light to refract from the mirror behind the bar and scatter due to all the broken glass. The Mariposa was a trashed mess and his feet crunched as he carefully approached the bar, weaving between broken chairs and tables.

The sound of breathing was muffled but it sounded just as loud as the gunshots outside to Reyes as he focused on it and used his adaptive senses to navigate towards his quarry that was huddled into the corner.

Stepping around the end of the bar, anger flared at how tight the other man was curled around himself, pale hands clutching against the dark fabric. He’d made himself as small of a target as possible and hid.

Reyes could appreciate why and his frustration with everyone else involved in this mess deepened.

Sky blue eyes peaked out behind a fringe of hair that hung limply over the forehead as the gel that usually held it back lost it’s hold. When they focused on him in the dim light, the figure that had been shaking minutely froze and the steady breathing stuttered in a sharp inhale of recognition. The delicate fingers scrunched impossibly tighter as the man flinched. “Reyes,” was the soft, pained rasp. “I should have known that it would be you.”

Tilting his head in question, Reyes took another step closer which made the other man shrink from him until he was completely pressed into the wood of the the bar behind him. The laugh that escaped his throat cut off with a harsh whine. “Always was going to be you....”

Crouching down to the other man’s level, Reyes held his hands out to show they were empty. “Scott,” he called gently.

“Don’t. Please don’t,” Scott whispered, closing his eyes. “Just do it.”

“I’m going to need you to be more specific as to what “it” is that you think I am here to do,” Reyes offered teasingly, trying to get Scott to look at him but the man kept his eyes stubbornly closed.

“Please,” tears were now escaping Scott’s eyes and he still wasn’t looking up as Reyes took a few steps closer, just out of touching distance. “Just get it over with. Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not playing, “ Reyes said, laying one hand on Scott’s which flinched at his touch before stilling in fear. “Look at me Scott,” he commanded.

The tear filled eyes snapped open at the order, unable to disobey him as pupils dilated in the dim light of the bar. “Reyes...” Scott’s voice broke on his name, pained.

“I’m here... here for you Scott.” Reyes let his fingers thread with Scott’s, pulling the grip loose so that he was holding the other man’s hand that was clammy and the pulse under his fingers was too quick, indicating how freaked out Scott was. He let his longing fill his voice, accent thickening. “It’s been so long Scott.”

Scott’s lower lip trembled at hearing his name. “How do... you never remember....”

“I remember you,” Reyes insisted, using his free hand to brush back Scott’s hair and then cradle one sharp cheekbone that pressed into his touch needfully in an automatic reaction.

“You never remembered before,” Scott accused. “Why... I don’t understand.”

Clearing his throat, Reyes gave a small shake of his head. “It wasn’t that I didn’t remember... it’s more that I wasn’t allowed to.”

Scott frowned at him, pulling away from the hand touching his face. “You’re a host... a program designed for... “

Reyes cleared his throat. “I remember you Scott.”

The frown deepened into a scowl and Reyes could see Scott’s heart shattering in his eyes. “Even for my dad this is beyond cruel.”

Reyes gave what he hope was a reassuring smile. “Scott. I remember you.”

Scott cocked his head, pulling away even more then flinching again at a close sounding gunshot from outside. “No you don’t. Because you can’t. I’m not doing this again.”

The hand within his squeezed his but then separated from him as Scott withdrew, reluctant even as his words were decisive. “What if I told you... that there’s been some changes... and,” he struggled to find the words to explain things, frustrated with his inability to make Scott understand him.

The suspicious look on Scott’s face melted away and a resigned look replaced it. “I’m okay with it being you,” he muttered before closing his eyes, bracing as if for a blow. “Just do it.”

“I have no intention of harming you or letting anyone else do so,” Reyes firmly stated which made Scott open his eyes and stare at him in naked disbelief. “I am doing a rather horrible job of explaining things but it is probably best if we do not stay here.”

Scott’s hand shot out and grabbed his forearm, the fingers clamping down around his wrist to keep him close. His eyes were searching for something in Reyes and seemingly found it, breaths fast as he processed what Reyes had just said. “No. This is fucking impossible.”

Reyes waited patiently but couldn’t help prod Scott along a little faster. “I remember Scott.”

Another few tears trailed down Scott’s face and his lip trembled. “No... that’s.... you never did before—why would you now?”

Reaching tentatively for Scott again, there was no flinch this time as he tenderly wiped away the tears and cupped his hand around the unshaven jaw. “It’s a long story... but I want you to know that I remember. I remember each and every time Scott.” His own voice broke slightly with remembered emotion. “I remember you.”

#wip ask game #whimsy!#Mreyder #westworld au #First draft

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satashiiwrites · 2 years ago

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WIP folder game

You know the drill: post the names of all the files in your WIP file 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 of it or tell them something about it.

Was tagged by the ever radiant @radio-chatter and @quietborderline. Thank you for the tags lovelies. Tagging whoever else wants to play along.

By fandom:

Mass Effect:

To Follow

AAT 61-90

Genetic manipulation MReyder fic

Mafia AU

Royalty/fantasy AU

Bound by Blood

The Marks We Leave On One Another

Your Guide to Andromeda

Recurrance

Blank 14

Cop!Reyes Firefighter!Scott

What Happens in Vegas

Death, Rebirth and the Jackal

Reinventing Scott

Westworld MReyder

Cassandra!Reyes

The Mask of the Charlatan

Shipwrecked

Ellen Ryder fic

Buddie/911

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana 7-?

Christmas for Cowboys

Buddie Rear Window

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned

H50

Mana’olana

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana 7-?

Sterek

To Catch A Fallen Star

Mayans MC

Outlaw/cartel boss 15-?

#Wip tag game

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satashiiwrites · 3 years ago

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Another blast from the snippet vault…. But this time it’s a crossover? And I know @radio-chatter you enjoy a good ‘but do you remember me?’ Problem. This one even got like a semi-complete summary to go with the idea but no title.

From Untitled Westworld MReyder Unfinished snippet