#dear mara count me in

[phoenixkaptain]

Gotta be honest, the idea that Luke wouldn’t send a child alone in an X-wing with only a droid for company is funny to me.

Like, we’re talking about the same Luke, right? The one who spent years bulls-eyeing womp rats and took the experience from that to then blow up the Death Star? The one who was like “This is a trap… I’m gonna walk right into it.” The one who was like “I will rescue my dear friend by waltzing in without a disguise and being as obnoxious as possible.” “How do we get out of this situation? How about we convince these small bear creatures that our droid is a god, that will probably work.” “I know Darth Vader is a murderer who murdered my Ben and is trying to murder me and all, but he is also my dad and therefore I love him.”

Luke would send a child in an X-wing without even fucking thinking about it! Do you REALLY think LUKE SKYWALKER is a reasonable human being?? Are you honestly trying to tell me that this man who has been driving the same fucking ship for like ten years would understand how dangerous it is to put an unsupervised child in a vehicle??? Do you really honestly truly think that Luke knows how to care for children????

You see, a lot of people like to portray Luke as perfect. And this is the same issue I have with people who portray Obi-Wan as perfect, or Yoda, or Mace, or literally any character in all of Star Wars because the whole point is that the are flawed human beings!

But it’s ESPECIALLY egregrious with Luke because I don’t know where any of you got this idea that Luke is a sweet summer child??? This man has a death count of over one million. This man had Seen Some Shit that it is literally impossible not to be affected by. Why do so many people assume that Luke at the end of the Trilogy is the same as Luke at the beginning of the Trilogy? He’s changed! He’s a different person! That’s what makes the Original Trilogy such a good trilogy!! It’s basic storytelling!!! A character canNOT be at the same place mentally as when they began the story, or else it’s not a good story!

But also, I hate the way this colours shipping fics with Luke. Like, listen. There is no ship where Luke should be the straightman of the relationship. Luke Skywalker just is not normal. He’s weird, he’s deranged, he’s so strange; he cannot be a straightman, it just doesn’t work. It’s so completely out of character it isn’t even funny.

The joy of shipping Luke is that every single thing that you can ship Luke with will come out the other sode looking rational.

Han Solo is a smuggler who hangs out with a Wookiee and who does extremely dangerous, stupid shit, but next to Luke?? Rational. Normal. Someone who uses their brain, Luke, take notes-

Din Djarin is a bounty hunter who decided that he would rather destroy an entire group of highly dangerous men than give up the cute kid he just found. But compared to Luke? At least he has equipment on him!

Mara Jade literally was mind-controlled by the Emperor and was Darth Vader’s coworker and was also a Jedi (something that no rational person would be honestly) and even she comes across as normal compared to Luke Skywalker.

I know this is rambly and disjointed and I know people disagree with me, but like??? Yes, I think Luke is great with kids. Yes, I think Luke is a good teacher. Yes, I think Luke is the type of person to wave goodbye as an infant flies off in his warship. I think Luke is the type of person who would throw a child into the air way too high and then catch them. Where did the idea that he’s the responsible parent come from? Luke is teaching infants how to use laser swords, do you REALLY THINK that’s what a responsible parent would do????

[fuxuannie]

If requests are open can I request a Romantic Jing Yuan x Reader where he meets them after the Luofu crisis after centuries of thinking they were dead? Like, Reader went into hiding after being attacked and designated marastruck (When they arent) so it took them a while to come back to the Luofu. Any format, hurt/comfort please! If this isn't your alley or your requests aren't open please delete this! Thank you very much and have a nice day!

↳ pairing : jing yuan x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : in the generals free time, he decides that it's about time to face the person in his memories that he seems to have forgotten.

↳ authors note : hi!! um, i rlly dont wanna do this whole thing in one post sooo.. part two :D? I promise, I PROMISE i'll be writing it within the day and i'm so sorry requester for the inconvenience! if anyone would like to be tagged in the second part, please let me know! ♡

When JING YUAN imagines his younger years, he has a very vivid and blurry memory of a figure that he believes was once a friend he held dear in his heart.

A bright sunny day, a calm summer breeze and two potential Generals trained side by side. They tirelessly swing their swords, counting together; "9996, 9997, 9998, 9999, 10,000!"

"A Cloud Knight must never let slip their weapon, nor let slacken their form!"

"Yes, master!"

He can remember someone by his side, answering the same thing at the same time. He turns his head to look at them, seeing the focused expression as they looked at their master and watching it change to one of excitement once their gaze met Jing Yuan's.

"Can you believe it? We're Cloud Knights in training.. not only that, one day, you'll get to be the General!" Their voice, as sweet as a song, would echo in his mind over and over. It was so familiar, yet every time he could almost grasp an idea, it slips through his fingers as he's lost on who exactly this was in his memory.

Why was it all so hard to remember? As if his mind was refusing to recall all the important details, he could clearly remember their form, their voice and their clothes but.. he thinks that if he tried to look in their face, it would be nothing but a blur. A familiar blur, but unrecognizable nonetheless.

He racks his brain to think of another memory, but an all too familiar ache in his heart would appear when he tried. Was it due to his masters presence in most of them? Or was it something about these memories that brought along such a wave of sadness? The General was unsure of he answer, but he forced his mind to recall the events of that day.

"Heed this oath, as clouds that cover the heavens.. will the Knights protect the Xianzhou. Draw!"

"Yes, master!"

As the young man raises his blade, his eyes fall upon the crowd and can see them again. Amidst the people, they stood there with clear joy in their aura, even if their face was impossible to see, he could tell they were smiling from ear to ear at his moment. Jing Yuan's eyes sparkle at the sight, before looking up at his sword with determination in his heart.

"As clouds that cover the heavens, will the Knights protect the Xianzhou!"

There it is again. Another time in his life, one that he holds dear to him, they were there. It seems like everytime he thought of his years as a young Cloud Knight, their blurry face was in each and every memory. A part of him viewed it as something a little haunting, but a majority of his senses felt it was oddly.. bittersweet. Something about all of this, there must be a reason.. right?

And though unconciously, a memory came to mind. One that he believes he buried deep into his conciousness, as he feels a shiver through his body at the thought.

"H-he doesn't recognize us."

He sees them tightly grip their sword, yet a clear hesitation within their stance. Then he realizes the Mara-struck Cloud Knight that stands infront of them, it seems like they have to attack in order to protect themselves, but the way their hands shake makes the action nearly impossible. He sees how they take a few step back, disappearing from his peripheral vision as he was to focus on the danger that poses a threat ahead.

Before it could strike, Jingliu strikes it down with no remorse nor regret evident on her face. Her back is turned to Jing Yuan, who's expression is filled with conflicted emotions. "To become stricken with mara is to be a long-life species. If I too become stricken in times hereafter, you both must not hold back.

There's silence, before Jing Yuan opens his hesitant lips.

"Yes, master."

But his voice being the lone one to answer confuses him, he turns his back and he could feel his heart drop at the realization that they were no longer by his side.

His eyes widen, scanning around the rubble and flames that surround them, yet nothing is there. Nothing but your sword on the ground, and a pool of blood surrounding it. He opens his mouth, but no name escapes his lips to call for. More panic seems to seep into his reality when his Master tells him its too late, that they need to assist the others before people meet a fate similar to theirs, as he tries to call for a name he doesn't know. It's right there, it's right there at the moment he just needs to remember it!-

"(name)!"

There it is. The answer he'd been looking for, the name of who he's forgotten for so many years. Your name. Your name that was once deemed unforgettable by his tongue, with how naturally it would be recited at his every waking moment.

Now everything seemed a little clearer, how each and every memory made sense as your face began to appear in place of the blurry expression in each and every one of his thoughts. How he could see your smiles at your best, your tears at your worse and your anger when it would take over all your other emotions. You.. you were the person that meant everything to him. So why, why did he forget you? How could he have forgotten the person who gave him a purpose, who without, he wouldn't be who he is today?

And yet as his mind returns to that day, the day he returns back to the Alliance with nothing but your sword in hand and a heart full of regrets.. he knew the answer. Because it was much easier to forget, rather than to live life with a heart with too many words to say yet the person who was supposed to hear it no longer being around.

He knew that every day he'd blame himself for the loss of your life, that he'd spend his life visiting a gravestone that held no corpse. Because no matter how long he'd search the rubble caused by the attack, there was no corpse. Which only proved further his worse fear, that you had joined the fate of the master you both once trained under. Yet of the three, one remained. One remained to live with the guilt of surviving, and being the reasons both were no longer around.

One soul he failed to protect, the other he killed in order to do so.

How cruel the galaxy was to bring such weight upon one mans shoulder to bear alone. No shoulder to cry on, family to confide in or friends to share a drink with. He was a General, and had priorities to focus on before his own feelings.

Speaking of which, one of the many Cloud Knights had burst into his office with exhaustion in their lungs and an aching pain all over their body. "General." The Knight called out, bowing respectfully as Jing Yuan snaps out of the daze he was in for a long while. "We've caught a suspicious person just outside the main center, many suggest you will decide on the fate of this suspect." He explained, in which Jing Yuan nods his head and stands from his desk. "Well.. alright then. I suppose I could do so."

"By the way.. General, I hope that this isn't prying too much but.. you seemed a little lost for a few moments. Is everything alright?"

A smile forms upon his lips as he interlocks his fingers behind his back.

"Just remembering an old friend, is all."

[thana-topsy]

Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by @mongoose-bite ! Thanks so much, crunchy. :)

I'm tagging whoever else wants to chime in! I lose track of who all on here I should be tagging lol. Or who might actually want to participate in such a thing.

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How many works do you have on AO3?

38

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 643,096 words Mostly written within the last 5 years!

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Breathing Water - My flagship fic for the longest time. It still holds up 4 years later! And I'm still simping for Neloth.

Halfway to the Sky - Coming in with only about 30 kudos less than BW, I'm always tickled and humbled and just so honored that so many people like this story.

The Shadow Over Solstheim - This one had the most kudos for the longest time just because it's my oldest multi-chapter fic. Baby's first foray into something more than a smutty one-shot! My writing is unpolished and my lore knowledge is amateurish at best, but it's just so full of verve.

Hollow Men - A fic I honestly didn't expect many people to read due to the subject matter, but one that's near and dear to my heart.

Invictus - The bonkers, off-the-rails sequel to Shadow Over Solstheim in which Topsy discovers TES Lore in real time as they write. I don't think I could ever write something this free again even if I wanted to. I'm too burdened by knowledge (much like Teldryn).

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to almost every comment, but sometimes I get stuck with Comment Paralysis and they just pile up in my inbox until I'm thoroughly overwhelmed. I read every single comment and blush and kick my feet excitedly, though.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm... I don't really do angsty endings. I like pleasant, contented endings, sometimes bittersweet, sometimes open-ended. But I guess Dreamers, my Hadvar/Ralof fic as it currently stands, has the angstiest ending. At least until I manage to finish the final chapter...

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Uhhhh... They're all pretty happy, from my perspective at least. Maybe Finding Mara takes home the gold for happiest ending. (Erandur takes home the gold, too -snerk-)

7. Do you write crossovers?

I have written exactly one crossover and it's the oldest fic on my AO3 (from 2014). Otherwise, they're fun to think about, but nah. Not really.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

If you count an entire series of callout posts, years of harassment, and people jumping to conclusions over a fic they never even read, then the answer is yes.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. All kinds, but generally smut with a purpose. "Porn with plot" as they say. I write smut that zooms into the characters' heads, prys open their wants and desires and fears and insecurities. I write smut that can get a little hyper-realistic, to the point of sometimes being kind of gross. I write smut as a form of raw expression, people at their most vulnerable, literally stripped bare. It's one of my favorite things to write because it is an endless exercise in character study, in boundaries, in what it means to consent, and how the lines between who we think we are and what others perceive us to be get so easily blurred.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, they've gotten away with it.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, once! Someone asked if they could translate the first chapter of Halfway to the Sky into Russian.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, back when I first joined the TES fandom. Two of my fandom bests at the time co-wrote a couple of stories with me. One is posted to AO3 (Ceasefire), and the other was a horny, whirlwind, feverdream of a fic that the other author and I mutually agreed we would probably never share with the greater world lol. We are still bests to this day and I often revisit that fic in awe and bafflement of our energy.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

It's so tough to choose, honestly, but I gotta go with Neloth/Teldryn, because it just took me by surprise and spun out into something so wild and wonderful.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I never say never with my WIPs. If I've learned anything over the past 5 years in this fandom, it's that I'll pick an old WIP up on a whim. I do wanna get back to my Arvel the Swift WIP at some point. I also started working on a Dark Brotherhood-centric fic last year, too. And so help me Talos I am going to finish Dreamers.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. People talk in my head and I just write it down. It usually ends up sounding pretty natural. And pacing. I feel like I manage pacing pretty well and can make good calls as to when a scene is dragging or we need to skip forward in time a bit.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Wordiness. Relying too much on "feeling" words. Telling instead of showing more than I need to. Repetitive sentence structure. My goal in 2024 is to become more direct and succinct with my writing style.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Eh... I've done it before. I threw in a lot of Dunmeris and Ta'agra back in the day when I was first writing TES fic, but I'd say just use italics and translate what's being said. Or, alternatively, if the POV character can't understand what's being said, don't even use dialogue, just mention that it's being spoken. It's all gobbledygook to them anyways.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Yu Yu Hakusho (in 2004)

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I'm monogamous with my fandom currently, so I'd really love to write something with Cicero, because it's been a long time coming.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That's really hard to choose. They're all my favorite when I'm writing them. Each fic is its own little relationship for me. I don't write things unless I'm absolutely in love with what I'm writing. So they're all my favorite, in that sense.

[chevvy-yates]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Decided it is time for another update so here's a longer post to what I've been up to and stuff that circles around in my head lately.

tagging:

@medtech-mara, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @itzsassha, @humberg, @kittenchrissy, @rosapexa, @cinnamon-mey, @heywoodvirgin, @dreamskug, @drunkchasind, and everyone who sees and wants to do as well.

No pressure as always!

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1. CHARACTERS & LORE

Let's begin with sth. first I have on my mind for a while: As this fandom (sadly) seems to fall more and more apart, I would like to know if there are still people interested in reading actual lore content or not. As some of you know my dear friend @nervouswizardcycle and I are continously building up some sort of our own expansion after the main game events with rp/fic, character builds, backstory lore and support by vp and it eats a lot of time. The lack of interactions on tblr during the last few months and in several discord servers has led to me not posting a lot anymore either (beside my mental exhaustion phases that come and go). It seems more active again though, as majority already played Phantom Liberty by now or are right into it, so they slowly come back bc they presumably avoided spoilers. —————— So, here is me wondering how many following my blog are 'really' interested to see me sharing all lore of the boys (including story parts) or does the majority prefer just to see pretty pics and that's it? —————— (I've wanted to add a poll here but it doesn't let me save my post so I might do it in a seperate one a bit later) I know: it's my blog, I post what I like in the first place, and I'll likely continue that way but somehow I would like to know if it's worth the effort of formating and thinking about how the posts could look or if I can take that time to do something else with it instead if there's less interest. So, I would just keep it in my tiny discord server I share with my rp partner(s)/in private chats with those interested bc it's gotten to be a lot and we are still at the very start it feels.

2. SKILLS, CYBERWARE & HUMANITY LOSS

As I'm the type that can't have ocs with no background/lore, I sat down the other day and did a build for each with their skills, wrote down what chrome everyone got (incl. additional c-ware from the lore books plus I'm reading e.g. into what programs my runner twins are likely to make use of). It went this far that my friend used the amount of the game's 'cyberware capacity' as 'humanity loss'. It is used in the lore books/ttrpg anyways. So I've counted all my boys possible capacity* and use it as humanity loss (HL) now which led me to thinking about which one of my ocs goes to get treatment and how often they go to see a MedTech on regular base. I thought I could give them a certain minus amount to reduce the HL for each depending on how much or less c-ware they got — e.g. Thyjs as soldier has most (but all is good Militech chrome) and used to go and still goes regularly so his HL gets a huge reduce — whereas Ryder's gets always nulled no matter how often he gets threatment, because BEAST (rogue AI) eats it away each time (to understand that in full you probably have to know the story). Ry must have most HL loss as he often walks along the edge towards cyberpsychosis, so I'm forced to reduce Thyjs' with most c-ware installed a huge amount. And that's how I made it now. It's probably far away from canon ttrpg as my 'canon cp world' consists of 75% game, 20% lorebooks and 5% own added ideas I haven't seen on the lore yet. And I like it that way I gotta say. On a little side note: It also had me thinking about creating a new support character for the team that could be in fact a MedTech. But I won't do that anytime soon.

* some things might still change as I slowly started playing their playthroughs and skill them for real now. I love each build so far because it's a whole different experience! And playing someone with noe netrunning ability is hell as I was only usedto paly netrunner before.

3. FIC SNIPPET TIME

I decided to give you an insight of what I've roughly written yesterday about Ryder and Thyjs having a talk about how they feel for each other:

“Ik ben eerlijk. I liked that accidental kiss we shared a-and i-ik find je leuk, Ry. Probably more as— a friend is supposed to do.” De Wit instantly starts feeling nauseous and something tightens around his stomach but he needs to get it off of his heavy feeling soul. “I-I guess I have stronger feelings for you than I had expected and it’s confusing me.” He frowns, “It’s not usual for me. Never felt any kind of such an attraction towards other men. I-It’s just you— I think I might be into you, Ryder.” The last sentences came in a mere murmur than spoken and Ryder’s name was only a light whisper. Thyjs didn’t dare to look to his left. He feared he would lose his new gained friend now because he said his stupid thoughts aloud. Instead he continues staring at the distant horizon feeling the lump in his throat only getting heavier. The sun was already half arisen and the sky was painted in a bright orange and yellow fading out into never ending blue. After de Wit seems to have finally finished his long talk, Ryder realizes the pack has fallen out of his hands. He needed to repeat in his mind what Thyjs just told him. Did the man really pour out his heart to him at this very moment? He couldn’t believe it at first. The pale soldier he obviously secretly fell for just told him he was having feelings for him that reach further than friendship? It took him what seemed like an eternity to get out of his frozen state. Ry moves up into a straighter position, still supporting his body with his right forearm, turning more towards Thyjs, who is still watching the rising sun with a rather sad look on his face blinking every once in a while. Eventually Scharfenberg brings up his left hand to reach for the older man’s face and de Wit suddenly feels two fingers under his chin making him look at the younger man again. He sees a tiny smile on those dark lips he caught himself looking at so many times in utter secrecy. That tiny smile that’s usually the base for a brighter even more heartwarming smile baring dangerous fangs who make the man look frightening, but smiling like that? Thyjs often caught himself thinking Ry looked cute with these fangs as well. Ry sees Thyjs’ confusion as his eyes look questioning right back at him. So Ry better says something now. “I-Ich äh—” he clears his throat, “—I don’t know where to start. How to talk feelings in the first place.” Letting Thyjs talk himself off seemed to be right for Ryder and it was worth it, because he thinks it’s the most earnest confession someone has ever made to him, yet he doesn’t know how to answer to all this best. So he decides to place himself into a sitting position, to look the soldier boy straight into the eyes. His gaze gets distracted by Thy’s slightly opened lips for a split second. It is the same situation as earlier downstairs, only that Ry has his fingers still under de Wit’s chin and starts to lead his face towards the other man. Just a few inches are left between them and Thyjs can feel the younger man’s warm breath on his skin. He also has this incredible sight at those beautiful male black eyelashes again the very moment they cast down and then he feels those same lips from before on his own with such a soft pressure that again he closes his eyes in an instant and starts to revel in that same electricity running through him but also the revenant paralyze surrounding him again.

It is just a brief kiss, similar to the one in the apartment downstairs but shyer in its move. As soon as it happened it ended. Ryder opens his eyes afterwards immediately because he fears somehow the man in front of him would get up, step back and turn away but instead he still feels his chin pressed softly against his fingers. It casts another tiny smile onto Ryder’s face as his now racing heart skips a beat or two, seeing that Thyjs didn’t make a move nor a sound. His eyes open now as well and Ry swears he’s never seen heterochromia looking so soft but also surprised at the same time at him like Thyjs does right now. He waits for a reaction but Thyjs just keeps looking at him, lips parting shortly just to close again. “What? — Did that make you that speechless now?” Ry asks with nearly the same surprisement. Thyjs lets out a heavy breath and nods, eyes totally lost looking at him which lets Scharfenberg put on a warm smile. “Want to— try again?” Thyjs swallows his unspoken words that gathered in his throat he couldn’t speak aloud and nods again. Heavier, his lips turning into a smile as well and his eyes are suddenly filled with happiness and relief, like he’s telling Ryder that he cannot wait to have their lips meeting once more and to feel that intense buzz from before as it spreads through his entire body like when he’s powering up electricity. This feeling right now? It’s strong and sends an entirely new sensation through him. Is dat het gevoel van vlinders in je buik? He wonders but doesn’t get much more time to think about it because Ryder choses to lean in for a second time.

It can and probably will be rewritten or changed but I definitely want to have it this way! Thjys starts talking and talking almost doing a monologue instead of a dialogue until he comes to the final point and Ryder wants to respond with words but doesn't know how to (he may find them a bit later) and just does what's best: kiss this soldier. I'll max out this kissing scene for a lot more pages just because I can.

I love the idea of Thyjs as war machine being totally romantic and getting super takative when alone with Ryder. And Ryder definitely is a soft romatic boy, alsways was bu Beast made his life harder to show this side more but Thyjs gets to see it also in private.

4. VP

Since I do more 'actual play the game' now even though I have installed most of all mods back, I rarely do pics atm. If I do, they are just rather nice pics where I try to use the ingame light rather than to spawn spot lights. here's a preview of what comes next:

I have so many ideas I want to put into reality. Especially pics that underline the rp/fic chapters mentioned above. But I'm not going to force myself. I'll see what I can realize for the rest of the year and what gets to be stamped as a New Year's resolution. I'll probably focus on a few blorbo pics this weekend because Ryder's birthday is around the corner (31st October) and Jay's boyfriend Enzolino has just a day prior. So if I can manage, I'll do that in the first place.

Thanks for reading! <3

[liminalpebble]

An imagine to distract you while you're travel-stranded:

Imagine Magnus & Reader are away on an undercover mission and he finds a lil vibe in her suitcase 👀

Hi, my dear @muddyorbs!

And thank you for this prompt. It definitely kept my mind active during travel stranding and beyond. I kind of had it in my head that our OFC would be a bit of a Lisbeth Salander type and they would be at each other's throats until...well...you know. Hope you enjoy!

Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI

Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).

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Bullets

Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”

“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”

Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.

Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”

Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”

“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.

“Charming,” Magnus groaned.

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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.

Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”

“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”

Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...

“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.

“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.

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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”

They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.

“See?”

“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.

Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naïve, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.

She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.

Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.

“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”

Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”

Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”

“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.

She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”

“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.

“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”

As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”

Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.

“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”

Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”

Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”

Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.

Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”

She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”

He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”

Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”

“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.

She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”

His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.

“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.

He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”

He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.

She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”

It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.

When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.

“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.

He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”

His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”

“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”

“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand.

“Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”

He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”

“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”

He nodded.

Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”

It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.

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houseofmcallister presents

Enemy of my Enemy

Pairing: Uldren x Young Wolf

Category: One-Shot

Genre: Fluff

Rating: 13+

Warnings: No major warnings apply

Word Count: 951

Summary: Enemy of my enemy is… also my enemy?

they/them pronouns used for the Guardian. we're inclusive here.

author's note: I'm so abnormal about them it's probably not healthy. also arguably a reader insert cause you are the guardian?? whatever.

Enemy of my enemy, never been a friend to me.

There is an old saying from before the Golden Age. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”Most things from before the Golden Age had rotted into obscurity, meaningless memories of a past long dead, like old bones of interest only to historians and those who mourn its loss personally.

Unfortunately, this particular memory of the time long before was frustratingly still applicable.

The Guardian is a capable fighter, a worthwhile ally in the hunt for the House of Wolves. An ally if only by a common enemy because he’d be damned if they were anything more.

Uldren hates the Guardian, despises everything about them.The way they tilt their arm up when they grab their gun, it’s such a needless “trick”. Just hold your hands steady, and you won’t tilt the sights.

The way their gauntlets are so dented and scarred. Just take a bit of time to buff out your armor, it wouldn’t even take that long, it’s just lazy.

He hates the way they grow silent when analyzing a target. It’s so unsettling. Just… say things to your team. It makes missions more effective.

He tries to convince himself he hates the way they smile into the sunshine, tilting their head up just a bit to catch the light a bit more. He tries to convince himself that he hates how they lean in a bit when people speak to them, so quiet and so focused on listening. He tries to convince himself that he hates the way their voice rasps when they speak, unaccustomed to talking, quiet and rough, annoyingly so.

He’s starting to wonder if Mara is making him work with them because she’s mad at him right now. She knows how much he hates the Guardian.

“You don’t hate them, dear brother. If you did, you’d be quieter about them,” she had said when he raised issue with having to work with them again.

He hates that maybe she’s right.

Maybe the vain attempts to convince himself of how much he despises them aren’t working. But damn if he doesn’t try, taking every small flaw and amplifying it to infinity.

They walk too fast. They’re too confident. They’re so unsettlingly quiet so often. They’re constantly hyperactive. They’re so reckless on the battlefield. They have awful taste in music. What the hell even is Led Zeppelin? Their eyes are creepy, speckled with the Light, twining around the Iris like vines. Their smile is infuriatingly genuine. They almost never talk when they’re not on the field, preferring to let their Ghost do it for them. They don’t even have a proper name! What kind of hero doesn’t have a proper name?!

He repeats these small hatreds to himself, reminds himself of how they dance so stupidly at any given opportunity, how they drop the ground when they sit like their armor suddenly became too much weight to carry, reminds himself how they run about the Reef like a child every time they arrive.

And then they do things like this.

The mission had been complete, but the Guardian had insisted on staying behind just a bit longer because “the sun is about to set and it’s always so pretty out here.”

So, they sit on the ledge of a cliff, legs dangling over the edge, staring at the sky with rapt attention. And Uldren is standing a few feet away, impatiently waiting for the sun to set so they can get a move on already. He has things to do that aren’t… this.

“Stop sulking over there. I can feel your glare from here,” they call over their shoulder.

Uldren huffs. “I’m not sulking, I’m waiting.”

“Waiting, sulkily,” they counter, turning around to look at him. “Come on, sit down with me. Watch the sunset. Maybe seeing the glorious beauty of life will help fix that relentless hateful energy you have all the time,” they say and pat the ground next to them.

“I’d rather die,” Uldren all but hisses.

“Well, cliff’s right there,” they gesture. “Feel free to jump.”

He rolls his eyes and does his best to hide the hint of a smile battling its way onto his face. That was… a clever comeback. He has to give them that.

“Ah!” The Guardian cries, stumbling to their feet, pointing at him. “What’s that? Are you smiling?!”He bares his teeth at them. “No,” he growls.

“My god you were! And I thought you were allergic to happiness!” they tease, approaching him.

“I’m not, I didn’t smile, now go back to watching your sunset so we can leave. Please.”

They stretch their arms out, and shake their head. “Ah, I’ve seen plenty of sunsets before. And I got something way more valuable out of this,” they offer him a mischievous grin. “You have a pretty smile.”

He tenses, heat flushing his face. No, no! He doesn’t like them. They’re not even friends! They’re just an ally. Enemy of my enemy. They’re annoying and overconfident and only useful as a gunman and- and wow, they look pretty at sunset, the fading light catches beautifully on their face, glinting off their armor like paintings of gods and angels from before the Golden Age, like Ares with kinder eyes. No! No, don’t think like that!

They lean in, eyes teasing. “You know, you’re cute when you’re flustered.” He thinks his brain short-circuited for a second there.

They clap a hand on his shoulder, and begins to walk past them. “Come on, let’s get back, eh? I’d like to get back to the Tower before tomorrow.”

God, he hates the Guardian so much. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, but The Guardian is an enemy all their own.

Just discovered All Them Witches while porting this. Pretty good band.

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[jessicas-pi]

this incorrect quote thing is becoming an addiction i think

more teenage rebellion AU!

Sabine: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

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Sabine: I feel like I can be myself around you. Youngest Brother: You’re weird and quiet around me. Sabine: Yes.

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Katka, opening a Space Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

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Sabine: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. Leia: You don't get to paint in prison. Sabine: *sighs* Thank you.

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Youngest Brother: Dear Diary. My teenage angst banthacrap has a body count.

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Leia: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to tick you off? Luke: What? No, I— Youngest Brother: *enters room* Leia: *jaw clenches*

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Luke, about Youngest Sister: I could fix her, but honestly whatever the heck is wrong with her is way funnier. Katka: That's what any god probably thinks about me.

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Youngest Sister: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

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Youngest Sister: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with that Wren girl recently. Youngest Brother: No, Mara, it's not what it looks like, I swear. Youngest Sister: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous? Youngest Brother: No! You’re the only one for me. Youngest Sister: Is that so? Youngest Brother: I promise! She and I are just... together... sort of... okay?! She’s my partner. Youngest Sister: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved? Youngest Brother: You are still my one and only best friend! She’s just the love of my life, nothing more! Youngest Sister: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right? Youngest Brother: Of course bro! Youngest Sister: Bro... Sabine: What the-

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Sabine: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them. Leia: *facepalm*

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Youngest Brother: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Youngest Sister: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Katka: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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[at the sleepover in GItN] Leia: Youngest Brother, can I ask you a question? Youngest Brother: Yes? Leia: Why don't you go back to your Depression Fortress and leave us alone?

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Youngest Brother: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

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Sabine: Do you ever wonder why you're still single? Katka, eating mayonnaise straight out of the jar with a spoon: Yeah... I mean, I'm perfect! Who wouldn't want to date me? Sabine: I can name a few people...

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Youngest Sister: Are you having another depressive episode? Youngest Brother: A depressive episode? Youngest Brother: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

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Leia: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.

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Katka: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

[wellthebardsdead]

The mourned and the heretics pt1

Follow up from this post

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Kaidan: Morrowind ey? When do we leave?

Riiju-Lei: I? You guys, want to come along?

Taliesin: Of course~ as, charming as skyrim is, Xelzaz & Sero have charmed me with tales of blacklight and I’d love to see it for myself~

Kaidan: aye, and the dominion has no presence there.

Khash: When are we going??

Riiju-Lei: *remembers his mothers stubby tail, where it had been docked and punctured for a chain to be looped through it to bind her to her station in the ash rice fields… the whip marks on her back and legs, her smooth numbs were her horns had been hacked clean out* …

Xelzaz: *gently pats Khash on the head* Morrowind is still a very. Very dangerous place for argonians Khash. I’m safe because of my ties to house telvanni but, you yourself have told me that other argonians attack you, and with many, many violent ones still rampaging through the land, it’s not safe for you there.

Khash: but- I can protect myself I-

Riiju-Lei: Xel is right Khash… please. *pats her head and smiles* stay home.

Khash: b-but I missed out on the trip to solstheim too! This isn’t fair!

Caryalind: oh Khash, it’s not all bad. Miraak and I will be sitting this one out too.

Riiju-Lei: you will be?

Caryalind: of course! Someone has to help Lydia watch the kids.

Miraak: Besides, I have a lot to catch up on with Paarthurnax… Khash, would you like to visit him with me? He quite liked the flower crown you made him last time.

Khash: I- wait! Really?! I can actually come meet him now?!

Miraak: of course. So long as you’re alright with flying.

Khash: I GET TO FLY THERE?!

Miraak: so long as your father is okay with it?

Riiju-Lei: I’m fine with it, just- please don’t let her fall off.

Nerevar: *chuckles* well childcare is sorted then, Lucien? Inigo will you be coming?

Inigo: Yes absolutely! Are- things okay there for khajiit though?

Nerevar: I believe so. Of course there are a few bad yams to spoil the crop but it’s a lot more pleasant there now than it was a few hundred years ago.

Inigo: great! Count me in then!

Lucien: Oh can we please visit some dwemer sights there?! I want to see how they differ from skyrim and solstheim.

Nerevar: I can take you to the court of my old-… Acquaintance… Dumac. *sighs* it’s not in the best shape now, but I spent many days and nights there with him… he was my closest friend next to voryn.

Riiju-Lei: *gently holds his hand*

Nerevar: *smiles and squeezes it* though, now we’re a lot more than just friends.

Riiju-Lei: speaking of which… the reason we decided to leave for morrowind now is… we’re getting married.

Everyone: WHAT?!

Khash: b-but you promised I could be the flower girl!!

Riiju-Lei: and you will be Khash. When we come home and have a ceremony here that is.

Nerevar: because we both have such widely different pantheons and cultural rules, given he was raised in a nord household. We’ll get married in morrowind first and unify our houses.

Riiju-Lei: then come home and be married under the eyes of mara.

Khash: so? So I won’t miss out then?

Riiju-Lei: *smiles* no dear, I want you and all your brothers and sisters to be there. But morrowind is a very long trip away, and you really hate water. More than taliesin does I believe.

Taliesin: my stomach and I. HIGHLY, doubt that.

Khash: I do hate water… *plays with her shirt a little*

Riiju-Lei: Oh Khash… *pulls her into a hug* it’ll only be for a couple months dear. You won’t even notice we’re gone…

Khash: but that feels like forever… what will I do on my own?…

Riiju-Lei: you won’t be on your own Khash. *smiles* you’ll have Cary and Miraak, and Lydia and your brothers and sisters. You’re not on your own anymore little shadowscale…

Khash: *looks down shyly then back up at him* will you bring me back something pretty??

Riiju-Lei: *chuckles* yes Khash. I’ll keep an eye out for a bow maybe. Or a new dress. Maybe some interesting flowers we can grow here.

Khash: *gasps and claps her hands* Ohh! Yes please!!! *hugs onto him* but- wait. If you two are getting married… Mr nerevar what do I call you?

Nerevar: *smiles* whatever you’d like Khash. It’s not my place to demand a title from you. But I’ll raise you along side LeiLei, and I’ll love you and all your siblings as my own. Speaking of which- aren’t you? Playing hide and seek right now?

Khash: …I FORGOT I WAS IT!!!! *bolts out of the house scrambling to find the other kids*

Kaidan: *snickers* She’ll be okay… so… when are we leavin?

Nerevar: in a couple days. It should give everyone time to prepare. It’ll be a very long trip.

Lucien: I’ll write home tonight and- is there somewhere I can redirect my mail?

Nerevar: I’ll give you the address to the Mournhold post house. They collect all the correspondence for the temple separately for us.

Xelzaz: I? Temple? Sir?

Nerevar: of course, that’s where we’ll be staying mainly and we’ll travel from there. As head of house indoril and the Hortator it’s the seat of my kingdom. You’re all my welcomed guests.

Taliesin: Well then~ I’ll start packing~

Sero: Me living in a temple~ it’ll be a miracle if it doesn’t collapse on my head haha!

*Meanwhile in the bowels of the clockwork city*

Vivec: *steps into the main chamber after making light work of all the guards both flesh and metal* my, my… *removes his hood and mask, pacing around the room, staring at the mechanical corpse of sotha sil* what a number you’ve done to yourself my friend… *walks to it and pulls a ceremonial mask from his cloak, placing it onto the corpses face* no matter, let me put you back together… *takes muatra in his hand and slices his thumb with the tip, letting his blood drip into the open screaming maw of the mask* awaken back to this realm Seht, walk the waking dream once more so we may take ou-

“No.”

Vivec: *looks around hearing the familiar voice of sotha sil* Seht?… *looks to the corpse but senses no life or response from it… before slowly glancing up to see the steam from the many pipes and valves forming into the shape of a dunmer* you… you promised… You promised we’d ascend together!!! Instead you left me here to fester in this body!!! You left almalexia to wither away with your disfigured corpse!!!

Sotha sil: *glares down at him, form twisting and shifting in the steam* That was before I saw the person you really were, Vehk. Before I saw the person she, really was… When we betrayed Nerevar we agreed it was for our people. For the betterment of our people… I held true to that promise and left them this city so I may continue to help them… you two. Fell to vanity. Greed. Lust. And power corrupted you both and when the heart began to fade from your grasp your true colours revealed themselves from beneath the grey and gold. Almalexia killing me was the last phase of my plan. By striking me down with the last of her power I ascended… please my friend. It is not too late for you to do the same… Don’t pursue this path… it will only lead to your end…

Vivec: *glares up at him gritting his teeth in anger* you knew she was coming to kill you… you planned this! You used her and left her to die!!

Sotha Sil: She made her choice even in her madness… If this is the path you wish to take Vivec… I will not help you… goodbye my friend *disappears as the steam suddenly evaporates*

Vivec: *steps back and laughs softly* you… h-heheh- you sneaky- FUCKING BASTARD!!! *runs muatra through his mechanical corpse ripping it from its now obsolete wires and framing letting it drop and shatter to the floor* I should have listened to alma and killed you when we did nerevar… *pulls another ceremonial mask from his cloak and looks around the chamber before spotting a pile of bones and armour nestled haphazardly in the corner of the room, her body just left there to decay by nerevar when he walked as the nerevarine* At least she’ll help me… *walks to the bones and gently places the mask on the skull before squeezing his blood into its mouth* Breathe life once more, walk the waking dream… *steps back watching as the bones begin to connect and sinewy tissue begins to worm and twist its way over them like hundreds of writhing worms that give way to muscles and organs before being covered in a dark, grey, flesh* Rise now. Almalexia.

Almalexia: *floats up from the ground, landing on her feet letting the mask drop to the floor revealing her new dunmer face* …Agh- *snaps her head back and gasps in a deep, long breath as she opens two, red eyes before bellowing out a roar like a wounded animal* NEREVAR!!

[argisthebulwark]

That erandur post has me craving some erandur smut and you're the only one i know who writes it. I hate to be a bother but............pretty please??

i cannot believe that i am the only writing erandur smut bro. i am absolutely not bothered by you asking but HOW is no one else insane for this guy. the religious trauma. the devotion. he's so good.

under the cut as per usual because boy howdy, it's Not Safe For Work! it's Explicit! and Minors Do Not Interact! erandur/f!tld

Erandur had said her name more times than she could count. It was intoxicating; his hands so carefully removing each piece of armor and setting it aside, lips pressing to every scar and wound he found underneath, eyes shut as if deep in prayer.

"You are my love," he breathed the words against her skin and left shivers in his wake. The room was warm and chatter from the tavern floated in past the locked door, a bard strumming out the same few tunes they'd heard countless time before. She focused on the song to keep others in mind - they wouldn't appreciate her screaming Erandur's name no matter how badly she wished to.

"You are my savior." He murmured against the sensitive skin of her thigh before kissing a particularly nasty scar. "You are my heart."

His fingers traced lovingly from her ankle up her leg and she fought the urge to hurry him along. There was a reverence behind his words she'd only heard during his prayers to Mara and her ego couldn't handle much more.

"You're going to make Lady Mara jealous if you keep talking like that." She jested, suppressing a vulgar sound when he pressed a kiss to her undergarments.

"You replaced Lady Mara long ago, my dear." She couldn't form a response before his deft fingers slid the undergarments aside and his tongue slid languidly up her sex. She managed to smack a hand over her mouth to stifle the moans when one strong hand held her hips to the bed. "Now, please allow me to worship you in the way only I can."

She couldn't form a thought other than his name. Fire spread along each of her nerves with every tantalizingly slow movement of his tongue. It was exquisite torture to be worshipped by him - just enough to keep her on the brink of orgasm but never quite tipping over. His robes were torn halfway off and her hips bucked wantonly against Erandur's face because she wanted every bit of him.

Thoughts of others were lost entirely when Erandur's fingers grazed oh so lightly over her clit. He chuckled at the her whimpering but she couldn't be bothered to retort - every inch of her skin was overheating and aching for his touch, legs shaking over his shoulders when Erandur released her hips to carefully slip a finger into her cunt. His tongue was enough to shatter her resolve but the filthy moans he released against her core were wrecking her mind. How a priest became an expert at lovemaking she'd never know.

His repeated praises went unheard under the sound of his Dragonborn orgasming on his fingers. Sparks were alight under her skin and her legs were weak but fuck, she felt every inch of Erandur's body where it met hers and was desperate for him. He pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh before slowly withdrawing from her. His movements were methodically slow but she felt herself twitching toward him, aching for more.

"What about you?" She mumbled, coming down from the momentary high of her orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed and she reached a hand out toward him, relieved to see him removing the layers of robes.

"Don't worry, my love." His voice was still hushed when he crawled into bed beside the Dragonborn, drawing her into his chest. She wasn't sure how he managed to work her body so easily, draining all of her energy and leaving her sated on his chest. "I have many more years to prove my devotion to you."

[teagrl]

Year in review 2023

I always find working through the questions helpful:

1.  Total number of creations? (Or a rough guess!)

Two! UGH. I basically have two WIPs Whatever Dark the World May Send which is my Mara goes insane and Luke and Ben have to bring her back half told in flashbacks showing wtf happened. The next is my belated Halloween fic Lord of Naberrie, which I'm still working on. That one might get posted in its entirety by the end of the month, but I have no timeline for the other one. It might become my new Phantasmagoria.

Speaking of which, I quietly dumped Phantasmagoria back into my works in its entirety. I finally came to terms with its state and while I'm not happy with it. I don't want to keep it in my drawer forever.

2. Was there a project that you didn’t get around to?

Everything? I still want to finish A Hearth of Three. And I've tinkered on other WIPs. These days I think I might just post unfinished stuff, because the other option is not posting. That feels worse.

3. What was the creation you had the most fun making?

Lord of Naberrie! I love gothic stuff, and I think the fic is doing something interesting with fanon. It's going to end up rather predictably, but I like to think that the road there is fairly fun and remixed. The final chapters are really really fun to me.

4. Any surprises? (E.g. a character or ship you never thought you’d create for or a project that came out of nowhere?)

I didn't expect that Lord of Naberrie would be the project that got the most of my attention this year. I should have. Gothic, I can't quit youuuu.

5.  What was the hardest creation to make?

Whatever Dark because while I have the whole thing written out (as it happens to me), when I edited I found out the middle made little sense and the story kind of devolved into this great building with a hole in the middle.

6. What inspired you the most this year?

Reading wise I've returned to the romance genre and I think I might want to engage with it a bit more, also fantasy?

7.What are you most proud of? (A creation, something you learned, etc)

I'm proud of turning off my inner editor to finally post Phantasmagoria. I really think I need to make my peace with being happy with what I write as it is --accepting that I can't always hit the sweet spot I constantly look for (the moment when I see a fic as perfect for me). Not accepting that leads me to not write and that makes me deeply unhappy, but I don't always have the time to get a fic exactly to where I want it to be. I need to remind myself that it's for fun and that there are always parts that are still wonderful.

8. Any goals/plans/ideas for next year?

Oh dear, as always I drown in plans. I would like to finish and begin posting this fluffy The Unbreak Up, an established relationship fic where Mara and Luke amicably "break up" and naturally fail to do it. where it counts I would like to really focus on the next installment of Boundaries and actually WRITE it. I would like to map out the sequel for Burn. I would like to finish Hearth of Three and Whatever Dark while I'm at it, but that's asking too much.

Thank you so much to everyone who has engaged with me during this year. I value you so much!

[ncytiri]

OC TAG GAME

tagged by: @nuclearstorms, thank you bones!!! 💗 tagging: anyone who has ocs they want to talk about! please tag me if you do because i wanna read about yours!! template by @sehyune / picrew

✦ favorite oc

zafira al-sentinel (skyrim)

all of my ocs are so dear to me but i think if i had to pick one, it would be zafira <3 she is one of my oldest too (i think this year she will be maybeeeee 6 years old?) because i have been playing with variations of her since my junior year of high school so she is like a true day one :') she is such a sweetheart and loves helping people and loves animals!!! she's sort of a reluctant hero and didn't really wanna be dovahkiin but realized she could use her powers for good :')))

✦ newest oc

jang mi-cha (fallout 3)

i recently started playing fallout 3 for the first time since it came out??? because i rmr playing it when i was like 8 and being way too scared by it KSDLFKJS so i figured to give it another shot! so this is ms. mi-cha!! my lone wanderer and for my playthrough, she is half korean, half black (going off of the fact that catherine's game model is black which i never knew until i started going through the fallout wiki!) and she is a lil smartypants <3 and OFC she's bi (she dated amata when they were young teens but realized they were better as friends and they were each others first kisses!!)

✦ oldest oc

refer to the seventh question because i realized mara is in fact my oldest oc but i didn't wanna rewrite that here so yeah! see mara's info down there 🫶

✦ meanest oc

this is crazy i don't actually have a true mean oc... i can't help but make nice characters 😔 he doesn't count since he isn't my oc but i do play around with miraak from skyrim and he is such an asshole but he's my little asshole <3

✦ softest oc

deon cameron (state of decay 2)

MY SWEET BOYYYYY (i say abt a 25 year old man), deon is definitely the softest oc i have so far, he is the second in command, later the leader, of my first community in state of decay 2, the fragments! he took over the position after his best friend (and crush) max's mental health started to decline as a result of stuff he had to do as warlord (a subclass of hero in sod2) :( he is a very kind hearted man, always wanting what is best for the settlement and as a trader hero, he established a trading outpost at their homebase allowing for traders from around the region to come and trade! he also looooves animals and specialized in pathology to help create more plague samples and became one of the settlement's main medics! he is a very busy man but he doesn't care what is thrown his way, as long as it means that the settlement and the valley is safe!!

✦ most aloof/standoffish oc

venus (cyberpunk 2077)

it comes as no surprise as someone who was once embroiled in arasaka's innerworkings and coming from a family who was thoroughly involved in arasaka business would be standoffish but after being backstabbed by a higher up in a botched assassination attempt on another higher up and having everything she had worked so hard to earn taken away in the blink of an eye, it's no wonder that venus is the way she is :/ but don't let her steely expression and sharp words get to you too much, once you crack through her touch outer shell, you will find a woman who wants nothing more than to be loved and trusted :/ she rly does have a heart of gold tho, she kept it quietly but when she was still employed at arasaka, a small chunk of her paycheck went towards a school for inner city kids to help fund their educations and provide teachers with supplies 💗

✦ dumbest (affectionate) oc

mara sanchez (saints row 2)

i mean. if you have seen saints row 2 in any way, either played it or watched a playthrough of it, you will see how much of a dumb (affectionate) game it is 😭 i believe mara is my oldest oc omg... this bitch has been with me for 10+ years?? that's actually so crazy to think abt omg... anywho, mara is the boss of the third street saints and is genuinely one unserious women. she is fashionable as hell and likes to appear a professional, well kept lady but she is anything but 💀 has been caught streaking multiple times on the beach during a night out with her crew, once got stuck hanging out the side of a helicopter during a mission with her underwear on full display, advertises open house free weed "tastings" at the university district apartment, joined a coed curling team at the university when she was younger for the hell of it... just a very unserious woman

✦ smartest oc

xolia vene (star wars) and jang mi-cha (fallout 3)

i already mentioned mi-cha being a smart lady in her section but i felt i would mention her here once more <3 and ms. xolia my beloved... she is a benefactor for the resistance in my sequel trilogy rewrite and i can't decide whether i want her to run a nice nightclub or be like an art gallery curator that is able to shuffle money around without suspicion... but yes! she was orphaned as a young child and taken in by a wealthy family from naboo who later saw their oldest child become the senator of naboo and xolia sort of followed in her sister's footsteps during her teenage years, shadowing her and learning the inner workings of the galactic senate. she is a very attentive and smart woman and i love her dearly 💓

✦ oc you'd be best friends with irl

vernon (cyberpunk 2077)

VERNONNNNN named after vernon from the kpop group seventeen and also inspired by vernon himself! he is a nomad and just such a little comedian, even though he is a pretty quiet guy! like when he is in the right atmosphere, around the right people, he will be the absolute life of the party. he is a major cat lover and is looking to adopt whatever cat he might stumble upon in night city. i think vernon and i would get along super well for all of these reasons but specifically the part abt being cat lovers!

[dearestaeneas]

ceo of Feeling Weird has logged on, boys!

here’s part 1 of what i expect to be at least 3 parts? maybe more? i want to play with how i do world building and go even harder into how i tend to mess around with tenses and narrators. this was meant to be a vent piece, but we haven’t even gotten there yet, babey! who knows if that’s what this’ll even evolve into. take this for now!

word count: 1056

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Listen: Mara has been replaced.

You know it, I know it, everyone here knows it.

We do not know where Mara is, but the woman in front of us is definitively not her.

She doesn’t even look like her, but no one here seems to care. I certainly don’t.

Not-Mara stepped out of her car and knocked on the front door, beaming with pride as she handed our host an expensive bottle of white wine. Mara does not drink wine. Not-Mara wore her hair up, collarbones exposed and pale cleavage concealed just enough by her gown’s neckline. She possessed a traditional femininity that would never even whisper in Mara’s mind to present itself as an option.

She smiles and chats, polite and boring, as demanded of all dinner party guests. She even says a handful of words to me, although I could not for the life of me recall them. They are forgettable and unnecessary and she says them with a conviction foreign to Mara. Mara does not care about appearances. Mara does not care about etiquette. I do not remember if it was her the invitation was addressed to, or if Not-Mara was the intended guest. Surely it must have been the former.

I believe she’d been excited for the party, or at least tried to be. Although Mara did not care for appearances, she at least understands that a certain level of face must be presented in social niceties. Politeness and attempts at conformity are well within her wheelhouse, and I do believe she truly wanted to want to come.

That does not matter, however.

Our host has summoned us to the dining room, and Not-Mara sits across from me. She sips her own wine, swirling it in the glass and making comments as to its quality in terms I barely understand. The man beside her, who is fat and mustachioed, laughs heartily and responds conspiratorially, leaning in so only she can hear him. She laughs in turn, a delicate, tinkling affair. Mara’s laugh is not like that. Mara’s laugh alternates between high and squeaking and bark-like.

I do not know the man Not-Mara reacts to. I know and do not know everyone in this room, all faces familiar and foreign to me. I imagine they feel the same.

Food is placed before me, and I eat. It is good. I do not know what it is. Different shellfish have been placed in front of my fellow guests, and I assume that is what lies before me as well, although all I can see is gray sludge. Edges of the sludge crack, and juice spurts out, as if I were cracking a claw. I am sure that is what it is, although I cannot confirm this.

I fear I make myself sound a prude. I was not simply an observer in this affair, but a raucous contributor. I laughed with my mouth full, responding to queries and comments with the appropriate politeness and charm. I was the picture of a perfect dinner guest. We all were.

“I’m glad to see you, my dear,” our hostess said, addressing Not-Mara. “Considering the alternative.” She enunciated the word, her ‘t’s’ lethal. The guests murmur their agreement, my own voice mumbling its assent. Not-Mara shrugs mid-sip before grinning brightly as the wine glass leaves her lips. A red kiss sits on the rim.

“As if that were an option,” she replies coyly. The hosts laugh. Their laughs are fake, practiced.

A thin wire of a woman huffs into her own lobster-shaped sludge. Her blonde hair is as wiry as her body and frames her gaunt face in a haunting manner. Everything about her seems the same pale shade, but which color that shade belongs to I cannot tell. “I do not know why you tolerate her.” Her voice is tinged with an accent I cannot place. “No reasonable person should have to.”

Murmurs of agreement ring out again. Our light conversation is steadily replaced with the sounds of silverware clinking on plates and chewing.

It isn’t that I dislike Mara. That certainly is not the case. She has her own charm, misplaced though it may be. Her eyes are dark and inviting, playful and fiery. It is inappropriate and I perceive it with the necessary distaste. I would like to believe that she could find her own people and be loved in the way humans deserve, but such a thing requires someone willing to give that love in the first place. I do not think Mara has that. Certainly not from me.

Not-Mara is lovable. Even as she eats silently all eyes in the room fall on her, mine included. She is charming in the way one should be. It is appropriate.

“Who says I tolerate her?” Not-Mara asks suddenly. She speaks with an accent Mara does not possess. There is no influence of the city tinting her words.

“How could you not?” The host asks. He dabs at his mouth, removing invisible crumbs.

“Darling,” her voice drips with the polite condescension of the upper class. “I don’t even speak of her unless I’m forced to.”

The fat man chortles. “Starving a memory is one way to kill someone.”

“Is she dead?” The wire woman pipes.

He rolls his eyes theatrically. “Do you even listen?”

Not-Mara smiles with the air of one accustomed to addressing fights between children. “Not literally,” she says kindly to the woman, while placing a hand gingerly on the mustachioed man’s forearm. “Although, who can really say?” She smiles again, as if she has a secret. I am entranced.

Dessert is served. I do not know what it is. I eat it and it is good. My fellow guests have custards and cakes in front of them, and I assume that is what lies before me as well. The sludge crunches and crackles between my teeth.

We retire to the sitting room and the men smoke, the scents of tobacco rising from our pipes and settling into our clothing. Not-Mara taps her cigarette on its case, looking expectantly at me. Her eyes are inviting, but not dark. They are not playful; they are hard. I lean forward and light it for her, the match pinched between my thumb and forefinger. She thanks me with those hard eyes and leans back in her armchair, smiling.

[iwriteweightgainbullshit]

The taste of us part 2

benoit x marta

Part 1

The morning after the date: 

I just woke up with a little headache, I didn’t drink that much... I must be getting old or something. 

Anyways I’ll just take a shower and put on my clothes. 

I undress and look in the mirror, I look at the small curve of my belly. It really isn’t anything, but it used to be completely flat. It’s not a bad thing and normally I wouldn’t have cared but now with Marta... I care. I don’t eat much when I’m on a case but lately I’ve been taking less cases and been kind of relaxing. I was seriously stressed because of all the work. 

I take a quick shower and dress up in the same clothes as yesterday. I feel a bit overdressed since this was my date outfit. 

I go downstairs, I’m not sure if I hope Marta does or doesn’t remember yesterday’s conversation.  

And there she is, still in her pajamas but nonetheless looking like the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. 

“Well good morning pretty girl” Mara blushes. 

“Oh god Benoit, I’m so sorry!” She looks at the ground sadly. 

“For what darling?” I chuckle and also feel my heart race at the way she said my name. 

“For the way I’ve acted yesterday. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with my flirting” she says shyly. 

“Oh love, that’s alright. We all say stuff we don’t mean when we are drunk” I giggle. 

“Oh, yea, butmaybeIdidmeanit” she whispers. 

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” 

“Maybe I did mean it..” She plays with her hair while looking at the ground. 

“Oh darling, that makes me very happy” I smile. 

“So breakfast. I can make sandwiches but that’s about it” She says still blushing. 

“Unacceptable! Wait... You can cook right...?” I say shocked. 

“I don’t want to throw up so I’ll just be honest here. No benoit I can’t cook except if you count instant noodles.” She giggles. 

“Okay, I’m teaching you to cook. We’ll start with breakfast”  

“Okay chef” She teases. 

“That’s right young lady” I wink and she blushes. 

“Okay let’s start easy with scrambled eggs”  

They start cooking together, Benoit helps Marta by giving her instructions and lots of praise which makes Marta blush and giggle the whole time. 

“So how long do you want to stay?” 

“Well I don’t want to inconvenient you...” I say shyly. 

“Oh please Benoit, stay for as long as possible, I’m so lonely here and it’s all so much better with you.” She looks at me pleading and how am I supposed to say no to that? 

“I’ll stay as long as you have me then, dear Marta” I give her a small hug. 

Once done cooking we sit at the table together and eat the scrambled eggs. 

“Damn these are good, I could get used to this for sure”  

“I know, I’m a great cook. Caused the downfall of my tum tums though.” I halve joke 

“Well I like my men with a little meat” she winks and so she likes me? “though, that’s nothing.”  

“I guess, it’s just that I’ve been relaxing more which caused the weight gain to start and I really don’t want to go back to working that much so now I’m just scared I’ll keep gaining and get fat” 

I say insecure.  

“Well, I doubt that would happen plus you would still be hot.” Her eyes widen when she realizes she said it out loud.  

“Well, I’ll be damned, that makes a guy like me very happy to hear, sweet thing” I wink. 

“So... You’re staying longer right?” There is a light in her eyes as she says that and it warms my heart. “Yes, darling” I smile. 

“So we should pick up your stuff” she says happily. 

“Sounds like a great idea, I wouldn’t want to walk around in the same clothes for much longer” I laugh. 

They do the dishes together and Marta goes to take a shower and put on some clothes as I take a look around the house. Once she is done, we get on the road.  

[maraxxie]

hello, I’ve been thinking about writing a book about one of my ocs and I write chapter one of it. Whoever is gonna read it, do it. I don’t think people gonna see this

Chapter 1; The start

Dear Diary,

  This is my first time writing in a diary, I think. I used to write in my school drawing book about what happened at school, so I think that counts. I want to start by introducing myself, talking about my interests, and then about my day.

  My name is Nikki Marie S. Lustover, I am supposed to be a half-vampire/ half-human and my age is 122 years old. I don't know what I am supposed to be exactly, I don't believe that I am a vampire or a human. I’ve done many gruesome things in my life that I am not ashamed of. Those are killing people, skinning them and turning their skin into a leather jacket, or eating them.

  But that doesn’t mean that I am a soulless creature, when I was the age of 79 years old; I started a cult, it was called “The Internal Paradise”. There I pretended to be a God, so people could vent to me about their problems, live there, and get close to me. I’ve only eaten men there and barely any women, why? Because men are pigs, that's obvious. But don't think I don't eat women, I do eat them; the difference is that most women who came to me were always abused, ran away from home, or did other things that were caused by men. I pitied them and I’d let them live.

  I only eat bad women, what? Did you think that bad women don't exist? Trust me, they do. When I turned the age of 88, I got bored of the cult, I got tired of people venting about their problems. Huh? I say so confidently meanwhile I wanted to be a therapist. That's something?

  I mean- I do want to help people, but the people at the cult only came to me because they only talked about their trauma, and never their interests, what they think about the weather or anything else, and no money for me? At least a ‘thank you’ could be working.

They’d vent, cry, and leave.

‘Oh, thank you for letting me vent.’ could’ve worked.

I couldn't say something about it, I got used to shutting myself in because of my asshole parents.

I wish I could just move out but I don't want my siblings to cry after me, and if I do leave, where should I go? In Barcelona? Oh shit- that sounds good.

I know that whatever I am writing is bad but these are my thoughts, my opinions, MY LIFE. We live in a society where if you don't think the same, you are viewed as an outcast, and I see that is very normal. Is a shame, but the world has never been like that.

From the start, only men who were pigs only ruled and the poor people or women suffered a lot. Women used to get burned alive because they were accused of being witches by the church.

And people say that Christ and his followers are doing the good in the world. I have lived for a long time, and I am convinced that God doesn’t exist. Only terrible things happened in the world, for example: World War One and Two, people getting killed and eaten, people being burned and others being killed by the country that Jesus was born.

  And even if God was real, he would’ve not let those things happen. Or simple as that, he would have killed me, and my family. But he didn’t.

If anyone believes him, good for you. But do not force your beliefs on others, not everyone has the same beliefs.

  What happened to my cult? As all the women were sleeping, they got teleported to a women's house- a house where only women lived there and took care of themselves. And I killed and ate all of the men. They were children, and don’t think that I ate them. I hate children, but they have a future and rights, like the women, who got teleported to an orphanage.

  Don’t ask me about how they got teleported, I have powers that not know how to use or explain.

 I’ve stated that my name is Nikki, however, I’ll be using the name ‘Maraxxie’ (Mara-xie), I hate my real name. I’ve gotten mocked and compared to a woman on the internet singing rap music.

I wish that was the reason why my family and I had to move out. We used to live in hell, I think.

My mother was a vampire who used to live in hell, moved to Earth; met my father, who was a human. Turned him into a vampire, they lived together in hell and after I turned eight, they moved to Earth.

  I don’t know why! I hate it here, either vampires are mocked or fetishised. Is disgusting really. I am not even sure where my mom used to live was even lived in hell. I only remember that it was nighttime almost all the time, the sky had a blueish hue to represent the daytime, a orangeish hue to represent the sunlight and then we had the nighttime. I remember that there was a king who had a son, I think the son had red hair and tanned skin.

   My mother had fantasies about the king and used to tell me that if she didn’t met my father then the king would’ve been my father; she would’ve been a queen and I would’ve been a princess.

I used to think that it would’ve been cool to be a princess, wearing the biggest dress ever, having pretty hair and accessories and- I was child. I hate that now. I know that I am nothing.

   I don’t know why I am even writing but I don’t want to vent, I don’t want to open up, and I don’t want anyone to know the real me. No, that’s stupid, I don’t even know the real me. I don’t know who I am supposed to be or please. I got used to force myself to be someone fake. I wish that could be the real me, however I will never be.

When I turn 133, I want to run away from home and never come back, and I think that sounds good.

  I think off point but it doesn’t matter anymore, I still want to write in my diary. Maybe I’ll write today or tomorrow. I don’t know.

[tabswrites]

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Silver Sentinels

Mara: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Adrin: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Adrin: Oh my god, you have Mara.

Ascension

Sander : Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

Kiran : Tell Sander off, Callie! Assert yourself!

Callie: That's my ice cream!

Kiran : Good! Now let them have it!!

Callie, handing Sander the ice cream: Here, you can have it!