#i love persephone i have so many thoughts on persephone but if i wrote them all down it would be a rambly novel

[persephoneprice]

omg I came across your persephone price moodboard on my feed!! please tell me your thoughts and hcs b/c she's genuinely so so precious to me 😔

oh my gosh i cannot thank you enough for sending this!!! Persephone is one of my absolute favorites and i just adore her so so much <3

her nickname is Pippa- i think percy and all those variations are cute but i just think Pippa fits the idea i have of her better.

she’s aware of what her father fed her as a child and while she doesn’t necessarily resent him for it, she is deeply ashamed of it.

she is a very genuinely kind person, as much as you can expect a capitol citizen to be. because of this, and how pretty she is, she’s a very popular girl- but the type of popular girl that’s friendly with everyone.

she struggles with issues related to her self-esteem. i think being pretty is something she’s sort of ‘known for’ and it affects her pretty deeply. she never quite feels pretty enough or smart enough or good enough in comparison to everyone else.

she does get to know mizzen and tries to treat him as well as she can. when he dies, she’s devastated and it’s something that sticks with her for the rest of her life.

despite witnessing the horrors of the games up close, she does still marry festus creed and become the capitol socialite that her family expects her to be.

it’s not until her own son turns 13 that she fully realizes how deeply horrifying those games are. on every one of her sons birthdays after that- she can’t help but think of mizzen and how he would never be allowed to reach those ages.

[princesssarisa]

In the past I've shared other people's musings about the different interpretations of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. Namely, why Orpheus looks back at Eurydice, even though he knows it means he'll lose her forever. So many people seem to think they've found the one true explanation of the myth. But to me, the beauty of myths is that they have many possible meanings.

So I thought I would share a list of every interpretation I know, from every serious adaptation of the story and every analysis I've ever heard or read, of why Orpheus looks back.

One interpretation – advocated by Monteverdi's opera, for example – is that the backward glance represents excessive passion and a fatal lack of self-control. Orpheus loves Eurydice to such excess that he tries to defy the laws of nature by bringing her back from the dead, yet that very same passion dooms his quest fo fail, because he can't resist the temptation to look back at her.

He can also be seen as succumbing to that classic "tragic flaw" of hubris, excessive pride. Because his music and his love conquer the Underworld, it might be that he makes the mistake of thinking he's entirely above divine law, and fatally allows himself to break the one rule that Hades and Persephone set for him.

Then there are the versions where his flaw is his lack of faith, because he looks back out of doubt that Eurydice is really there. I think there are three possible interpretations of this scenario, which can each work alone or else co-exist with each other. From what I've read about Hadestown, it sounds as if it combines all three.

In one interpretation, he doubts Hades and Persephone's promise. Will they really give Eurydice back to him, or is it all a cruel trick? In this case, the message seems to be a warning to trust in the gods; if you doubt their blessings, you might lose them.

Another perspective is that he doubts Eurydice. Does she love him enough to follow him? In this case, the warning is that romantic love can't survive unless the lovers trust each other. I'm thinking of Moulin Rouge!, which is ostensibly based on the Orpheus myth, and which uses Christian's jealousy as its equivalent of Orpheus's fatal doubt and explicitly states "Where there is no trust, there is no love."

The third variation is that he doubts himself. Could his music really have the power to sway the Underworld? The message in this version would be that self-doubt can sabotage all our best efforts.

But all of the above interpretations revolve around the concept that Orpheus looks back because of a tragic flaw, which wasn't necessarily the view of Virgil, the earliest known recorder of the myth. Virgil wrote that Orpheus's backward glance was "A pardonable offense, if the spirits knew how to pardon."

In some versions, when the upper world comes into Orpheus's view, he thinks his journey is over. In this moment, he's so ecstatic and so eager to finally see Eurydice that he unthinkingly turns around an instant too soon, either just before he reaches the threshold or when he's already crossed it but Eurydice is still a few steps behind him. In this scenario, it isn't a personal flaw that makes him look back, but just a moment of passion-fueled carelessness, and the fact that it costs him Eurydice shows the pitilessness of the Underworld.

In other versions, concern for Eurydice makes him look back. Sometimes he looks back because the upward path is steep and rocky, and Eurydice is still limping from her snakebite, so he knows she must be struggling, in some versions he even hears her stumble, and he finally can't resist turning around to help her. Or more cruelly, in other versions – for example, in Gluck's opera – Eurydice doesn't know that Orpheus is forbidden to look back at her, and Orpheus is also forbidden to tell her. So she's distraught that her husband seems to be coldly ignoring her and begs him to look at her until he can't bear her anguish anymore.

These versions highlight the harshness of the Underworld's law, and Orpheus's failure to comply with it seems natural and even inevitable. The message here seems to be that death is pitiless and irreversible: a demigod hero might come close to conquering it, but through little or no fault of his own, he's bound to fail in the end.

Another interpretation I've read is that Orpheus's backward glance represents the nature of grief. We can't help but look back on our memories of our dead loved ones, even though it means feeling the pain of loss all over again.

Then there's the interpretation that Orpheus chooses his memory of Eurydice, represented by the backward glance, rather than a future with a living Eurydice. "The poet's choice," as Portrait of a Lady on Fire puts it. In this reading, Orpheus looks back because he realizes he would rather preserve his memory of their youthful, blissful love, just as it was when she died, than face a future of growing older, the difficulties of married life, and the possibility that their love will fade. That's the slightly more sympathetic version. In the version that makes Orpheus more egotistical, he prefers the idealized memory to the real woman because the memory is entirely his possession, in a way that a living wife with her own will could never be, and will never distract him from his music, but can only inspire it.

Then there are the modern feminist interpretations, also alluded to in Portrait of a Lady on Fire but seen in several female-authored adaptations of the myth too, where Eurydice provokes Orpheus into looking back because she wants to stay in the Underworld. The viewpoint kinder to Orpheus is that Eurydice also wants to preserve their love just as it was, youthful, passionate, and blissful, rather than subject it to the ravages of time and the hardships of life. The variation less sympathetic to Orpheus is that Euyridice was at peace in death, in some versions she drank from the river Lethe and doesn't even remember Orpheus, his attempt to take her back is selfish, and she prefers to be her own free woman than be bound to him forever and literally only live for his sake.

With that interpretation in mind, I'm surprised I've never read yet another variation. I can imagine a version where, as Orpheus walks up the path toward the living world, he realizes he's being selfish: Eurydice was happy and at peace in the Elysian Fields, she doesn't even remember him because she drank from Lethe, and she's only following him now because Hades and Persephone have forced her to do so. So he finally looks back out of selfless love, to let her go. Maybe I should write this retelling myself.

Are any of these interpretations – or any others – the "true" or "definitive" reason why Orpheus looks back? I don't think so at all. The fact that they all exist and can all ring true says something valuable about the nature of mythology.

[erisweekofficial]

Tonight we're delighted to highlight @jules-writes-stories 🧡

If you're looking for a truly exceptional Azris fic, you have to check out Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows. The writing is absolutely beautiful, and it strikes the perfect balance between hurt and comfort. Every detail feels so carefully crafted, from the portrayal of Eris and Azriel to each moment they share. 😭

Also if you are into myth retellings, we are begging you to read this Azris flavored Hades and Persephone retelling that she wrote for Azris week this year. 👀

And be sure to check out allll the fics on her masterlist!

Read on to learn what drew Jules to Eris and what the hounds would say if given buttons. 🐶

Give us a name for one of Eris's brothers!

Sylvan Vanserra is the youngest Vanserra (other than Lucien). He’s quick to laugh, never takes himself too seriously, and readers have called him a cinnamon roll, which is fair. Eris tried to shelter him and Lucien, so he’s less guarded than the other brothers, but don’t sleep on Syl. He definitely has fire in his blood.

Give us a name of his hounds!

Chunky Possum. But let me explain, lol. When I was drafting Just Enough Light, I named Eris’s hounds after (just a few) of my favorite Azris writers. They were meant to be place markers while I thought of original names. But the hounds liked their names, so I left them, and gave some of them back stories. Naming the hounds became a way to show my appreciation for a corner of the fandom that is dear to me. My favorite is Chunky, only because of his backstory. And yes, it will tug at your heartstrings. 

What do you think it was like trying to raise Eris when he was a child? 

Short answer: he was a little fire starter with a smart mouth. Being so brilliant, the fireling likely found ways around doing what he was told and bent the rules to suit his needs. Eris asked questions that stumped his teachers (sometimes on purpose and other times because he was clever and curious). He was full of mischief and a prankster. That said, he was probably under constant pressure to perform, making him highly competitive. I could see little Eris as being lonely, learning at a young age that attachments are liabilities and love must be earned through accolades. 

What drew you to Eris? 

I love monsters and for me, Eris Vanserra is one of the metaphorical monsters of this fandom. He’s both a scapegoat and a martyr. He’s sexy and fetishized: put on a pedestal as often as he's reviled and burned at the stake. I love how Eris can possess all these contradictions and still exist as a character with traits we all universally recognize. He’s interesting and I’m always left wanting to know more. 

Who do you think Eris would want in his inner circle, if he was given a chance to build one?

Lucien. His favorite brother is a clever fox with ties all over Prythian and I want (need) them to be close with an urgency that’s not normal. Nesta Archeron. Eris is canonically drawn to her power and who wouldn’t want Lady Death to have their back? Bonus for Eris: it would piss Cassian off. Lastly, nothing would bring Eris more joy than stealing Azriel from Rhys...for so many reasons. 

If Eris gave his dogs buttons to communicate, what would their options be?

If one wants Eris’s respect, they’ll have to earn it. And one way to do this is through his hounds because they are excellent judges of character. Eris believes that his smokehounds are likely more intelligent than most of the brutes he’s forced to associate with. No, he prefers not to give names– very demure, very mindful.  After meeting someone, the magical canines communicate their first impressions of said individual by pawing at certain buttons with ratings spanning from “burn them alive” to “lukewarm, might burn later” to  “that’s your cauldron blessed mate.” I wonder what the hounds would say about us… 

[stacy-fakename]

We need a The Seven season 2 about the Daughters Of The Crown. Partially because I’m obsessed with The Seven’s energy, partially because I need more of these fairytale princesses. I also really want to see all the cut content from Neverafter (Goldilocks, The Old Woman In The Shoe, The Nutcracker, etc)

Erika and @quiddie have already claimed Snow White and Cinderella respectively, but what about the other girls? Here are my thoughts.

Snow White-Erika Ishii (duh)

Cinderella-Aabria Iyengar (duh)

Elody-Rekha Shankar (Elody already made me bawl so many times. Katja already made me bawl so many times. I know from Mice and Murder that she can pull that exes dynamic HARD. REHKA! DESTROY ME EMOTIONALLY PLEASE!! But seriously, she’s such an emotionally powerful actor, and this is a role I would implicitly trust her with.)

Mira-Isabella Roland (Do I just want her and her prince or Alba to have a romantic relationship so that I can freak out about how amazing Brennan and Izzy’s relationship is? Mayhaps. But seriously, Izzy always gets incredibly deep into her character, and I’d love to see her do that with as tragic of a character as Mira. Plus, part of the reason I love Mira so much is her rebellious streak (for lack of a better term), and I KNOW Izzy can bring that “fuck you world” energy.)

Rapunzel-Becca Scott (We know from The Seven that she can pull of INTENSE energy masterfully, and I would love to see her have that intensity with a more…devious character I suppose? I’m not sure if I’m making sense. Anyways, let my girl be cunning and cruel, I’m begging you. Give Becca this please.)

La Bête-Persephone Valentine (I hesitate to put this one, because I know the very common headcanon of La Bête as trans and I don’t want to treat Persephone as just “the trans one” like certain other people in this fandom. However, Persephone is just so good at portraying such a big character with so many underlying subtleties, it’s just perfect for her. Her ability to craft a character that seems so obviously one way at first glance, but with so many hidden layers and facets underneath is just amazing.)

Tell me your thoughts!! Sorry if any/all of this is bad, I wrote this at 3 am.

EDIT:Had some reblogs pointing out that Izzy and Sephie should be switched. Honestly, most of my time writing this post was dedicated to deciding just that!! Honestly, I could go either way on them, they would both be perfect for both! I mainly just went with what I did because I didn’t want to keep typecasting Persephone as “tragic water girl with abandonment issues”😅. But yeah, Persephone would probably be the better choice for Mira and Izzy would probably be the better choice for La Bête.

[olympushit]

Keeping up with the Olympians

#kuwto

Episode 7:

Preview: Olympus and the Underworld are a living hell! Zeus and Hera are back to the fighting scene after the "bitch" incident. Poseidon and Amphitrite are in tge same fate as Zeus and Hera, but a little better. Hades decides to take Persephone on a vacation in the unknown lands of the Underworld. Ares and Aphrodite celebrate their union again once and for all, while Apollo falls in love with Hyacinthus. Many more to follow on this unholy episode!

Scene 1: (Zeus and Hera back on Olympus)

Hera: I can't believe you!

Zeus: You act like you don't know me.

Hera: What do you expect me to do?

Zeus: Get over it!

Hera: Really?

Zeus: Why so aggressive?

Hera: You think that's aggressive? I'll show you aggressive!

Zeus: Hera! No! Not the condoms! I need them!

Hera: For what exactly?

Zeus: Oops!

Hera: I'll kill you with my own hands!

Zeus: Catch the thunder bitch!

Zeus' confessional:

Thanks to my thunderbolts I run away this time! But I don't know for how long I can hide from her! Until she finds me, let's seduce this little mortal girl!

Hera's confessional:

He may have run away, but he doesn't know that I have installed a mini tracker on his wedding ring! Hephaestus darling, you are my favorite son! For today at least!

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Scene 2: (Poseidon and Amphitrite)

Poseidon: Babe, let's talk it out!

Amphitrite: Did the wall just talk?

Poseidon: Don't act like that!

Amphitrite: Yeah, definitely the wall is talking.

Poseidon: I'll say whatever I have to say and if you want listen to me! I love you more than everything in this world! You are my queen, my equal, my eternal consort, my other half. Without you a day passes awfully slow, painfully alone! My heart calms around you, my soul is screaming your name! If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have chased you so far away from Greece to get you to notice me when you refused my proposal in the very beginning! Please my queen, forgive me!

Amphitrite ready to cry: You mean it Poseidon? You really love me that much?

Poseidon: If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here now!

Amphitrite: Ok then, I forgive you, but this is the last chance I give you!

Poseidon: I'm forever grateful honey!

Amphitrite's confessional:

I am really moved by Poseidon's words! I can't believe he loves me that much!

Poseidon's confessional:

Thanks goodness Eros wrote down those sweet words I told her! I owe you one nephew!

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Scene 3: (Ares, Aphrodite, Hermes and Dionysus)

Ares: I can't believe I got him out of my plate!

Aphrodite: It was about time!

Ares: So, how are we gonna celebrate our reconciliation?

Aphrodite: Let's burn all Apollo's photos!

Ares: Let's paint the curtains red!

Aphrodite: You mean the town red?

Ares: No! The curtains! He hates red curtains!

Aphrodite: That's diabolical!

Ares: Babe, I'm fucking war!

Aphrodite: I love your fierceness baby!

Hermes on the phone behind the door: Apollo, Ares will paint your curtains red-

Ares: Wait! Did you hear that?

Aphrodite moves to open the door and Hermes falls on the floor forward along with Dionysus.

Ares: You stupid ass bitches! What are you doing in my palace?

Hermes: Apollo hung up, they discovered us!

Dionysus:It's not what it looks like!

Aphrodite: Apollo told you to come and spy on us! Traitors! Hermes, I thought we were friends!

Hermes: No no! Apollo has no idea about it! I swear on Styx!

Dionysus: Wow! You suck at telling the truth!

Hermes: I am a professional liar! What did you expect?

Ares: So, if Apollo doesn't know about this, then why are you here?

Dionysus: We care about him, and we wanted to see if this was for real!

Ares: Wow! You are unbelievable!

Hermes: I know I am!

Aphrodite: He wasn't complimenting you!

Hermes: Nevermind.

Ares: Get lost from my palace both of you!

Dionysus: Or else?

Ares: Deimos! Phobos! Hermes said you are lame!

Hermes: What?

Dionysus: Ain't no fucking way!

Hermes: Run for your life!

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Scene 4: (Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus)

Apollo's confessional:

I don't care about Ares anymore! Hyacinthus is a real sunshine, a real loyal lover!

Hermes: Apollo! Help!

Apollo: What's wrong? And what were you saying on the phone earlier?

Dionysus: That's not important right now! Deimos and Phobos are on their way here!

Apollo: Oh no! What did you do?

Hermes: We were spying on Ares and he unleashed those two little brats to chase us away from his palace!

Apollo: You idiots! Deimos and Phobos went on vacation with their girlfriends a week ago!

Dionysus: Damn! He is right!

Hermes: We are safe!

Apollo: Ok, what's the matter now?

Hermes: Ares wants to paint your curtains red and burn your photos!

Apollo: Who cares about him? Hyacinthus has my heart now!

Dionysus: Did you overcome it so quickly?

Apollo: Love is the solution to everything!

Hermes: Ok then! So what now?

Apollo: I'll enjoy my life with him!

Dionysus: You know him only for one week!

Apollo: I knew Ares for centuries and this id how it turned out!

Hermes: He has a point there.

Apollo: I'll focus on myself more, I'll think positively amd I'll devote myself on everything that makes me feel happy!

Dionysus: I'm happy for you bro!

Hermes: We will always be there for you!

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Scene 5: (Persephone and Hades)

Persephone's confessional:

Hades told me we will have splendid vacation after our fight. He said he will show me places I have never seen in my life again. I can't wait!

Hades: Babe! Are you ready?

Persephone: Yep!

Hades: Wait, why 3 suitcases?

Persephone: I didn't know where we are going, so I took summer and winter clothes! Shouldn't have I?

Hades: Actually, never mind! Let's go.

Persephone: I don't like that tone Hades. Is something wrong?

Hades: You shouldn't have packed anything.

Persephone: You are right! All we need is one another!

Hades: That's the spirit babe! Now let's go to Tartarus.

Persephone: Tartarus? What are we gonna do there?

Hades: We will go to Tartarus to see the titans.

Persephone: Excuse me?

Hades: After all these years we are together, I find it strange that you haven't shown interest in meeting our ancestors.

Persephone: Are you serious? Cronos swallowed you when you were a baby! Why would I meet him personally?

Hades: There is no interest to your grandfather?

Persephone: He is a scumbag!

Hades: Persephone! Show some respect to my family!

Persephone: Excuse you, but you weren't respectful to my mother when you abducted me!

Hades: That's besides the point!

Persephone: Really? Is that so?

Hades: What else did you expect?

Persephone: I'm outta here!

Hades: You can't go to your mother!

Persephone: Watch me Hades!

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Scene 6: (Demeter, Hestia, Hera and Persephone)

Hera's confessional:

After everything that happened with Zeus, I really need my sisters by my side.

Hera: He called me bitch!

Demeter: Who calls someone like that in a sexy way!

Hera: Exactly.

Hestia: That's disgraceful!

Persephone barges into the room crying

Persephone: Mommy!

Demeter: Baby!

Hug scene

Demeter: Why are you crying? Did your shitty man do something stupid?

Persephone: Yeah, he wanted to take me to meet Cronos!

Hera:.....

Hestia:.....

Demeter:......

Persephone: Hey! Tell me something! Why so silent?

Hestia: Well, that's not something weird to me.

Hera: I agree.

Demeter: That's why you are sad?

Persephone: Excuse me, what's wrong with everyone today?

Demeter: He may be a shitty man, but still it is no harm to watch him even from far away. He is our dad afterall.

Persephone: Are you listening to yourself?

Hera: Well, little Persephone, know that all of us have visited our dad over the centuries.

Hestia: He is our dad and thus your grandad. I don't see why not.

Persephone: I'm outta here!

Persephone departs

Hera: Anyways! Where were we?

Hestia: At the bitch topic. But what is to die for was Demeter with Poseidon and Amphitrite fighting!

Hera: Ohhh! What did I lose?

Demeter: I'd rather not talk about it.

Persephone barges again into the room.

Persephone: What happened with Poseidon?

Demeter: Oh dear lord!

Hera: Spit it out sis!

Demeter: We slept together. Amphitrite found out and came here looking for the ankle monitor detector. But Poseidon was also there and we ended up fighting with Hestia swinging your white sheet as a peace flag.

Hera: My white sheet?

Hestia: Did you prefer I took one of Zeus' white underwear instead?

Persephone: What? No! She'll catch gonorrhea!

Hera: What?

Demeter: Darling! That wasn't very nice!

Hera: Run for your miserable life Persephone!

Persephone starts running with Hera following right behind.

Hestia: This week is quite tiring!

Demeter: You tell me!

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Scene 7: (Athena, Artemis, Ares)

Athena: Don't tell a single soul, but I stole Ares' shield!

Artemis: Wait! How did you lift it? I thought he was the only one who could lift his shield!

Athena: Nothing escapes my mind!

Artemis: That's why I love you!

Athena: I love you too sis! Now let's take it to Hephaestus!

Artemis: Wait! Why?

Athena: Hephaestus wants to apologize to Ares and we need to help him.

Artemis: I never thought you would help out Ares make up with his brother.

Athena: I'm doing this for Hephaestus, not this hotheaded bitch!

Ares barges in

Ares: You lil bitch! You stole my shield!

Athena: What? Who? Me?

Ares: Yes! You! You are holding it right now!

Athena: Oh! That's a replica one! I told Hephaestus to make tge same one for me!

Ares: You think I am stupid?

Athena: Yes, but that's a conversation for another time.

Ares: Give it back now!

Athena: But it's not yours!

Ares: But it is!

Athena: But it's not!

Ares: But it's not!

Athena: But it is!

Artemis:.....

Athena: Shit!

Ares: You said it yourself, now give it back you pussy bitch!

Athena: Over my dead body!

Ares: You wanna fight? I'll give you a fight!

Athena: Come on! You'll lose again as always!

Ares: I don't think so this time!

Ares departs.

Artemis: What was that now?

Athena: I don't know!

Artemis: You better sleep with an eye open.

Athena: Pfft! Bitch please! What is he gonna do?

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Scene 8: ( Hephaestus and Hermes)

Hephaestus: I can't believe that!

Hermes: Isn't that amazing?

Hephaestus: Definitely!

Hermes: Why do you wanna apologize to Ares?

Hephaestus: Because I know I was on the wrong. He had a relationship with Aphrodite way before. They had children together!

Hermes: Is that all? Then why did you break them apart?

Hephaestus: Because I thought that Aphrodite would ameliorate my status on this unholy mountain, but apparently that was wrong!

Hermes: I'm glad you acknowledge your mistake!

Hephaestus: I am a shitty brother!

Hermes: I think that Ares is gonna appreciate it.

Hephaestus: You think so?

Hermes: Both of you are very misunderstood bro. He is in tge same place as you.

Hephaestus: I hope it ends well this time!

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THAT'S EPISODE 7!

I made it!

I hope you liked that episode, I had fun writting it!

Till episode 8!

3 more episodes and then Keeping up with the Olympians will finally end!

Stay tuned! 💜✌️😀

[jules-writes-stories]

Thank you so so much for tagging me @zenkindoflove (I think you tagged me lol, I can't remember now) and @fieldofdaisiies

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I'm a baby fan fic writer, so only 5! (but I have 3 more WIP on the way...)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? <- BABY. How do I figure this out? I mean, other than mathing?

3. What fandoms do you write for? ACOTAR

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows | Azris

Held Close, Like a Secret | Azris

Into the Night | Azris

Heart of Gold | Elucien

Valkyrie | Emerie

5. Do you respond to comments? Always! I love engaging with readers.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Angst is necessary to any longer fic, but I rarely play for keeps, at least where my OTPs are concerned. The saddest fic I've written is probably my Eris Week fic "Monster" which isn't posted yet. But even that ends on a hopeful note (I think?).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm pretty proud of my ending of Into the Night, my Azris retelling of Hades x Persephone.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do, but only included in a larger work. I've written Azris, OCs, and Elucien... and maybe a little LoA/Helion that might be coming in future JEL chapters (spoiler lol).

9. Do you write crossovers? Not yet

10. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet, but sounds fun

12. What is your all-time favorite ship? Azris! I have a soft spot for elucien, and Helion/LoA. Oh! And Thesan and his Peregryn. I want to write them so badly! I didn't follow directions for this question. Sorry. Azris is my OTP.

13. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? This summer I started writing Amarantha's origin story, and I really want to finish it, but I keep getting sidetracked. Stories gnaw away at me until I get them out though, so I generally finish what I start. It's a sickness.

14. What are your writing strengths? I don't know? I've been told I write dialogue well. Sometimes I will act out character interactions because that's totally normal. I like descriptions too. Not sure I'm good at it, but I love a metaphor lol.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?  My comfort zone is with short fiction and poetry, so I worry about timing/not having a good enough plot/arc for longer fics.

16. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It is fun, but hard. I speak several languages (poorly) so I try to sprinkle words in that I know.

17. First fandom you wrote for? I'm a trembling new born FF writer, so, ACOTAR. But long time reader. My first fan fic was maybe Harry Potter? (Surprise! A little Drarry grew up to be an Azris, lol)

18. Favorite fic you’ve written? Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows is the love of my life, but I'm really proud of my Eris Week fic Monster, which I'm posting for Day 3!

No pressure tags (and sorry if you've already been tagged): @the-darkestminds @c-starstuff-man0 @unanswered-stars @mistandmemories @chunkypossum

[nanamismoonchild]

deceiving the moon

->chapter 11- the pan handler

->pairing: namjoon x oc (persephone)

->genre: greek god, fantasy

->wc: ~1.5k

->warnings: choking, name-calling, rough fingering, power dynamics on both sides, unhinged namjoon and oc (both of them are crazy), Persephone being mean

credits: this fic was beta read by the lovely @augustbutwinter and the header was made by the lovely @birbdae

a/n: somehow i found enough time to write a few words.it's been *checks notes* a whillllleeeeeeeeeeeee since i wrote namjoon and our girlboss persephone. please comment or send an ask my way if you enjoyed it. Or better yet, send an owl with a lovely letter. :D OH OH I hope you all get the reference too!

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also posted on ao3

Persephone had hoped Namjoon would let her explore more of her new kingdom. However, he explained that they had an appointment with a familiar god by the name of Park Jimin. 

To humans, he was Pan. To Persephone, he was a nuisance much like the rest of the gods that she had met so far. The only difference is she had interacted with Jimin more times than she would have liked to admit.  

Her mother enjoyed his company and invited him to help with harvests. He also lurked around the lake surrounding her old home, flirting with the nymphs. And with her. She couldn’t count on her fingers how many times she rebuffed him, only for him to come back the next day.  

In fact, she had a feeling, she already knew what he would say the moment she was in his proximity. 

“You picked him? Over me?” Jimin screeched, damn near tossing himself into her personal space. He managed to sound both accusatory and hurt at the same time. 

“And why on Gaea’s green earth would I ever choose you?”

Sulkily, he replied, “Because obviously I’m the better choice. I’m your mother’s favorite.”

“My mother didn’t have favorites,” Persephone said plainly, hoping to hurt the man’s feelings. “And if she did, she’d be foolish to choose you.”

“You can be such a bi-”

Namjoon huffed and stood up from his chair, swiftly, trying to save his friend from getting slapped into the next century. “If you’re done flirting with my wife, Jimin, I’d like to begin this meeting. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

The new goddess of the underworld and the young god of the wild both turned their heads to Namjoon at the same time, and eerily, both said, “You’re organizing?”

Namjoon’s heart broke a little.

“Yes, but that’s neither here nor there with you, Jimin.”

Persephone sat next to Namjoon, easily sliding into her business persona. A persona she didn’t even realize she had until now. Being Queen was changing her, and she loved every single moment of it. 

Jimin scoffed, “Right. You want to hold a ball in this silly dirty-”

“Do not insult my new home, shepherd.”

Jimin braved the intentional insult and kept going.  He was used to Persephone despising every man that walked into her life. From what he’d heard, she had already knocked Yoongi down a couple of pedestals, made Jungkook bleed, and put Namjoon into his place. He wasn’t (yes, he was) afraid of what she’d do to him.  

“I’m sorry. Your lovely castle. You want to turn this place into the finest place ever. With my help. Why not just call Apollo?” “Tried. No answer, “ Namjoon said plainly. 

“Of course. He must be off doing some trials or something. I heard he got into some really bad stuff.”

“Before you two turn into gossiping nymphs, what is this about a ball?” Persephone questioned, turning to look at Namjoon. “This is the first I’ve heard of such a thing and we’ve both spent the night taking care of…errands.”

Jimin didn’t bother asking what errands the two of them took; he felt if he asked his feelings would get more than hurt. 

“Ah, it was a last minute thing. And it’s not really a ball. It’s more of a ceremony for the both of us.”

He side-eyed Jimin. 

“I wanted to create a song for you. And I thought that Jimin would be the perfect candidate to help me. After Apollo of course.”

Namjoon thought he heard a small “whatever” come from Jimin. 

The look of complete disgust was painted onto Persephone’s beautiful face as she realized what Namjoon had suggested. 

“I’d rather listen to the cries of the dead as they cross the Styx and realize they’re being rowed away on a boat driven by that idiot you trust so much.”

Damn. The woman managed to insult all three men and one of them wasn’t even in the room. 

“Persephone, my music is not that bad. The Pan Girls say that-”

“Pan Girls,” Persephone rolled her eyes. “They are nothing more than women who have laid in bed with you on more than one occasion. That is the name that common men, such as yourself, give them. It’s close to being called a whore. Please do not ever call the women who idol you that despicable name.”

Jimin felt as if an arrow had been shot and lodged in his chest. His cheeks became warm and red as shame rose up his body.  He had thought it was one of those adorable fan names. 

“And please, no music made by a man has ever made me happy,” Persephone added to complete the reading she had just given the poor man. “Now, if you had asked Euterpe, I would have taken any song by her.”

“Well, she was unavailable, considering she’s one of the nine.” Namjoon gritted out, wanting to add a demand that Persephone stop insulting his friends or he wouldn’t have anyone except Cerberus.  

“Hm, too bad. I guess I’ll take the half goat then.”

Jimin was ready to cry. There were only so many insults he could take, and the Queen may have just found his limit. 

“Namjoon, I don’t think I feel comfortable singing a song for the bitch who clearly does not like me.”

Namjoon sucked in his teeth. Enough was enough. If she was going to be a queen, petty insults needed to stop.   “Persephone.”

“Yes?” Persephone asked innocently, instantly hearing the low tone Namjoon used with nuisances. “Please apologize to our guest.” 

The grin that spread across his queen’s face was absolutely terrifying. It was the smile of a woman who knew she had all the power. And no one could take it from her. 

“Now, “ she started, tracing circles along Namjoon’s arm, “if I do that, it wouldn’t be sincere. And Jimin deserves a sincere apology. Don’t you, Jiminie? ”The tone she used was sultry and, obviously, fake, but that didn’t deter Jimin. 

He loved being called Jiminie, and finally hearing it from Persephone, someone he had been infatuated with for years called him tha,made every insult she had made towards him disappear. 

He was sucked into her charms immediately.

“I do deserve one. Listen, I’ll make up calling my admirers, Pan Girls, by writing and singing the best song you’ve ever heard.”

“You will?” Persephone gushed, still putting on a false performance. 

She knew Namjoon wasn’t pleased but to hell with him. 

The god of flutes nodded giddily and took off before Persephone or Namjoon could say anything else. 

The throne room was empty besides the two of them. Normally, a swarm of servants would come over.  Persephone still couldn’t register the days or nights in the Underworld very well; however, she knew from her the sleepiness that suddenly overwhelmed her, it was late in the night, which meant the servants were also in bed. 

She yawned and stood, aiming to stretch her legs. She became aware of Namjoon sliding next to her; she made the mistake of presuming he was going to offer to carry her as he normally did. 

Instead he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his front. His other hand made its way to her throat. And pressed. Not enough to completely cut her off, but enough for her to feel lightheaded but excited all the same. 

Namjoon leaned in close to Persephone’s ear, so that he knew she was listening. 

“Whenever we have guests, my queen, you will respect them,” he moved the hand that was on her waist to her middle, bunching up the night dress she wore. Almost exposing her. 

“No more of these petty jabs. Business only.”

She decided to mess with Namjoon, “Or what?” 

Mistake. A big one. 

Namjoon whipped her around and pushed her into her throne. The Egyptian cotton stuffed velvet pillow felt like heaven underneath her,  but Namjoon didn’t give her time to enjoy the feeling. He lifted her dress, and slid two fingers inside of her warmth. 

Persephone moaned and began rocking on his fingers before the arm he wasn’t using pinned her thighs down. She pouted, but the onslaught of Namjoon’s fingers didn’t allow her to chastise him. She quickly felt a coil begin to emerge, and couldn’t believe it was so soon. 

Unfortunately, just as soon it began, it ended. 

Namjoon slid his fingers out, her pussy making a shameful wet noise as he removed them.   The sound warmed Persephone’s cheeks as she tried to catch her breath. 

“You keep doing what you’re doing–you won’t get what you want,” Namjoon said, his voice still dripping with the dark vibe. He licked both fingers clean, relishing Persephone’s taste. 

Persephone opened her mouth to complain, but it was promptly shut with Namjoon stuffing both of his fingers into her mouth. She tasted a little of herself, and Namjoon’s own saliva on her tongue.  

“We’re going to go to our room and sleep. You’re not getting that orgasm tonight. We’ll see how you behave in the morning.”

Persephone nodded, reluctantly. 

Namjoon smiled, no, he beamed. It was the same terrifying grin that Persephone had earlier. No one could take away the power Persephone had as the Underworld’s Queen. Except the King, her king. 

[cabeswaterdrowned]

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

(for any fandom :P)

will go with trc again. I feel like I can more readily think of storylines/threads than individual details … but I think Blue’s relationships with her Aunts are really compelling and lovely and fandom should pay more attention to those they clearly inspire who she is so much, like I said I think Blue is in a lot of ways very much like Calla and they mesh really well but I think Persephone was who she probably wanted to emulate most growing up given how much she admires those who are different without trying (I also think her death hits her harder than most fan works portray or we get to see in canon so am attempting to do my part by writing a proper Blue mourning Persephone arc in my fic tesselation) am excited for the consistent Blue and Calla interactions when we get to rereading more of BLLB.

Maybe the Adam and Gansey midnight calls could count as an under appreciated detail? We only see one of them in TDT but in TRB it’s confirmed that they were a consistent Thing for so long and with frequency. The implications lining that up with the Bluesey phone calls are insane. Because it stood out to me on my winter reread and I was disappointed there weren’t many fics on the topic I even ended up writing a 5 things fic about their phone calls over the series and I had to really pay attention to every mention of them talking on the phone in the first two books for this, which did lead to me really having to think through what these frequent and (especially if we’re taking the TDT one as the standard length) lengthy calls to and from the Parrish trailer would have been like. Adam’s mom answers the phone when Gansey calls their number in TRB so I do think said phone is not in Adam’s room but outside of it, I wrote my pre canon under the assumption Robert Parrish works a night shift to minimize some possible awfulness but even so I can’t imagine his mom was never around and that his parents were completely unaware about them and they were definitely not happy about their sons calls with who Robert deemed a “soft rich fag”🫤 and there’s a line in TRB (in the scene where Robert deafens Adam so understandably does not register the first few reads) about complaints about the phone bill so there are… implications there, it’s kind of another circumstance where Adam is actually putting in a lot of effort / putting up with a lot more to be close with Gansey than is visible to Gansey for a combination of privilege and Adam not wanting him to know…. so like with a lot of things with them there’s a really adorable romantic side to those calls and also a darker sadder side both are essential parts of the appeal to me. But yeah I think I can say I’ve given more thought to that detail in canon than most people would.

[bakedbakermom]

20 Questions for 20 Writers

thanks for the tag @thatfragilecapricorn30!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 69,600

3. What fandoms do you write for? X-Files (and one Buffy/XF Crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Enough 2. Heatwave 3. Good Morning 4. they are all things 5. Oral Fixation

5. Do you respond to comments? I used to be too nervous but I'm trying to get better about it. What we now call "engagement" used to be called "community" and I want to start fostering that again as much as possible.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Persephone. It's a 450-word cancer-arc angst biscuit.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty much anything but Persephone and its sister piece Ouroboros. I don't write unhappy endings. If you want my most light-hearted happy little fluff nugget, that would be Takeout Interruptus.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Luckily people seem to be abiding by the axiom, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Who what me? 😳😈

10. Do you write crossovers? Only once: Stained, an X-Files/Buffy cross.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Fuck I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? MSR FOREVER

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have been trying to write a follow-up to Stained that is meant to be smutty but angst keeps getting in the way. I may just have to accept that for now, and split them into one post-Stained angst/healing thing and an unrelated smutfic.

16. What are your writing strengths? I try to inject poetry into my writing, giving it rhythm and texture and engaging the senses. My sentences can sometimes meander in interesting ways that I hope people find intriguing and not annoying.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I would love to be able to write a compelling, spooky, twisty-turny casefile fic. I don't know if I'm capable.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I only speak English so people who can write dialogue in another language are very impressive. I am too worried about getting it wrong to even try.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Technically? The Woozles, an 80s anime about talking magical koalas. I was maybe 4?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Gosh I don't know, they all have something special that tugs at my heart. I'm really proud of the emotional beats of Waking Dreamland, and Sweet Surrender is the best smut I've ever written. Takeout Interruptus made me laugh out loud while writing it, and still does on re-reads. And the Scully-worship in Good Morning will always make me melt. I wrote them because I love them; how can a mother pick favorites among her children?

I am godawful at tagging, please if you see this and you want to DO IT!

[holdingonforheaven]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me, @just-here-with-my-thoughts!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

18!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

49,105

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Star Wars; recently I've been ping-ponging between The Bad Batch and the Clone Wars, although there's some Rebels in there, too

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Not Alone (269), Red Sky At Morning (196), Braids (136), I'll Stand In Front, I'll Take the Blow (120), and Breathless (118)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, but I can be inconsistent 🙈 I tend to hoard comments like a dragon while I'm working on the next installment and then I'll spam reply when the next chapter is posted. So for example, right now, I'm working on chapter 4 of Not Alone. When it's done, I'll go back and reply to all the comments on chapter 3. But by and large, yes, I reply to comments! I love it!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Either Fallout (Cody and Obi-Wan post-Kadavo) or May Your Spirit Never Leave Me (Ahsoka's POV during the Rako Hardeen arc). It's interesting that they're both other characters reacting to Obi-Wan being hurt! That man doesn't realize the havoc he wreaks on others

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Breathless, easy. Who doesn't love a CodyWan first kiss?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, fortunately I'm too small for that

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

I haven't yet, but I have some ideas percolating

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not

11. (Stealing @just-here-with-my-thoughts 11th question!) Which fic are you proud of but wish had gotten a bigger response from your readers?

Breathless. Granted, the CodyWan fandom is pretty large and active, and it was my first attempt writing them, so maybe it just got lost in the shuffle, but I think it's underrated personally

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

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

Similar to @just-here-with-my-thoughts, I had a notebook in high school that my friend and I used to take turns writing self-insert White Collar/Celtic Thunder fanfiction (don't ask). So actually, wait, I guess my answer to number 10 is wrong. I have written one crossover

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Obi-Wan/Reader *coughs* I mean, Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes. And Crowley/Aziraphale. And Eddie Brock/Venom

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a non-fanfiction related WIP that has been collecting dust on my hard drive for like four years. It's a queer retelling of Hades and Persephone that I'm not sure I'll ever get back to

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've always been told I'm good at dialogue, and I do find that to be the easiest and usually the first thing I write in a scene

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I find it super challenging to work in settings/colors/flavors/textures/etc in a natural way that doesn't interrupt the flow of the scene

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never done it, but I also don't speak another language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, as was the case for many Zillenial fanfic writers

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I love all my children equally! Although Not Alone has been giving me lots of dopamine lately. And I'm very excited about the things I'm working on for CodyWan Week ☺️

I'm tagging @here-be-bec, @stardustloki, @split-spectrum, @cyarbika, and everyone else who wants to play!

[te-pu-si-ti]

TBC 30 day challenge - Day 13

Your most-followed character

The Oracle. 33 times.

She wasn't my favourite. But she was always there.

I didn't expect it at first. How cringe is it for me to say that it happened slowly, then all at once?

She's not flashy. She spends a lot of time tidying up and moving props around. For a long time, she didn't have a 1:1. She's a quiet loop, both in terms of crowds and in terms of action. And that's how it started - she was quiet and easy to follow. She stays in Mycenae. She carries a candle. She was easy to find.

There are some characters I am in love with like a wild love affair, they are exciting and thrilling and it's always a party with them. There are some characters who are a puzzle to solve, and I keep coming back to them in intrigue, looking for the next clue.

Oracle is a comforting sort of love, a dependable love, a homey cosiness. I didn't understand when people would talk about having a "comfort loop", and then I did.

Oracle was my first 1:1. Oracle ripped my heart out every time with her lullaby. Oracle was haunted by ghosts. Oracle was a character I thought I understood, and then I didn't.

I didn't understand until she took me by the hand and told me, "I need you to know, I never wanted to get tangled up in all this. But as an oracle, I am... a vessel. For the Gods."

I didn't understand until I watched her face during the wedding party, her legs were dancing but her eyes were screaming. She was not in control - Artemis was.

I didn't understand until she refused to lay that final antler to complete the circle, as if that might change things... but the storm came anyway, it tossed her about, and she screamed. All of Mycenae screamed.

My favourite Oracle was Fionn Cox-Davies. He took the character and made it brand-new for me. I wrote about his whole loop. My second favourite was WenHsin Lee, a masterful actress who always made it clear whether it was her in control or the Gods. But I loved the character in general and everyone brought something different to it. I was so lucky that so many of my absolute favourite performers played the role. (It seems like they had just about everyone give it a go, actually - even with all my time with her, there were still a couple interpretations I never got to see.)

Sitting on the bench next to me, eyes locked on Clytemnestra & Aegisthus as they slide around in blood - Georges pinches at the flesh of his hand, more and more insistently, fingernails almost breaking the skin.

"If you want to see the prophecy, follow the King," Fionn tells me. When I follow him to the hinterlands instead, he looks over his shoulder warily at the ghost haunting him.

"It is all happening, and not un-happening..." Nathan whispers in my ear, aghast at the violence about to happen in the shower.

Brenda Lee mutters in Maltese as she descends the staircase. Lily adjusts her headband as Agamemnon approaches, self-conscious now that the boss is home. Eric dances through the forest with such grace as the storm builds. Valentine wipes her hand across ΙΦΙΓΕΝΕΙΑ written in the sand, erasing it.

WenHsin dances to Sing Sing Sing with such crazed energy that I stand there slack-jawed, watching her propel herself this way and that, dragged around like a ragdoll. When Mallory dances, their eyes are filled with tears.

Fania stays on the mezzanine for the finale, giving running commentary in Greek to her white masks, and then goes to the end of the stone table to meet Persephone, bowing deeply as she approaches.

So many moments.

[strongheartneteyam]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!

Ik you’re on a break rn but I still wanted to send this in for you, mama 💕

Tysm for sending me this, baby love 💖

1st question: I think it's gonna have to be Realize where you belong. It's definitely my favorite fanfic of mine.

2nd question: it's A New Beginning. It was a request from a dear friend of mine and I loved gifting it to her, but I didn't connect that much to the story and I'm a bit insecure about it, if I did an actual good job or not. But she loved it and many people did too so I'm happy about that 🤍

3rd question: I think it was We are just animals because I let out some of my deepest, primal kinks out in that fic and I got such a good rush of something that was almost euphoria while writing it. I was a bit insecure when I posted it but I also thought that many people might share the same kinks as I do and love the story and I'm incredibly happy that it's my fic with the most notes on it ❤😈😜

4th question: Definitely Realize where you belong. Even though Champagne Problems comes right behind it. Realize where you belong is the story that I pour my soul out into it the most while I'm writing, it's my most poetic fanfic and it was inspired by many classic stories that I'm obsessed with, like Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights, the myth of Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast etc if I was a published writer, I'd like people to think about this story whenever anyone mentioned my name 🫀💕

5th question: it's Get your shit together so I can love you, without any doubt. It's a human Jake story that talks about the struggles that people with physical disabilities go through when it comes to loving their body, to finding worth in themselves and how it can be incredibly hard for them - us - to be in a relationship. I say "us" because, as much as I'm not in a wheelchair like Jake was, I have fibromyalgia and even though my limbs work perfectly fine, I go through pain everyday and deal with many others symptoms and my illness is considered an invisible disability. I wrote that fic to raise awareness about the hardships that disabled people face.

My happiest fic: I wish I could. I consider it a fairytale type of fic where almost everything goes right and there's a happy ending (it's on hiatus but it will definitely have a very happy ending 💓)

My saddest fic: It bleeds and it burns and I wet you like water but she stained you like blood. Those fics talk about very raw themes, complexities of people's nature (aliens are considered people too. They're also sapient, therefore complex) and the characters go through a lot of hurt. My chest was tight as I wrote them and it still hurts anytime I read them again.

My most comedic fic: Champagne Problems. I consider it a romantic comedy filled with angst, that also talks about sensitive themes lol There are lots of funny, awkward moments in this fic and I had so much fun writing them haha

[sombersummerskies]

A Champion's Love: Chapter 27

Chapter 27: The Frozen Tundra Word Count: 3286 CW: None

Want all the chapters? -> Masterlist

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“... dead?”

You stumble backwards from the prince, eyes wide.

“That… that can’t be right,” you whisper, “how… how could that happen?”

Sidon falters as he glances down at the letter in his hands once more, “Bazz wrote this. He has made it clear that this was not a death by natural causes.”

You shake your head. This can’t be happening. Your hands tremble as you try to speak, “the Yiga- it had to be one of them- there’s, there’s no other-”

Your eyes flicker around. A pang of paranoia and fear strikes through your heart. You’ve suddenly become all too aware of your surroundings, all too aware of the amount of strangers and travelers around you.

“We need to go,” you mutter, “we need to leave, now.”

All too quickly you hop onto Persephone’s back. Sidon is quick to follow, mounting his own horse. Zelda, though confused, follows. You’ll explain it to her once you get farther away from the stable. You steer your horse towards the north road and she takes off at a steady gallop, the prince and princess following close behind.

The road takes you uphill, far past the stable and far past the valley that the Rito lived within. You felt as if there were eyes on you from all directions. Suddenly there were too many people around, there was too much noise, you were far too exposed and out in the open. 

You don’t slow your pace until you enter the snowy paths of the Hebra region, the cold wind biting at your skin. Zelda’s horse, Storm, trots beside you. You can see the concern on her face.

“What happened?” she asks, the wind causing her long blonde hair to billow behind her.

Your grip on the reins tighten. You stare ahead, the midday sun bouncing off of the white now. It’s bright enough to be blinding.

“Sidon got a letter,” you reply, your voice tense, “our messenger bird- Archimedo- they found him dead in Zora’s Domain.”

“You don’t think it was the Yiga Clan, do you?” she replies.

“It has to be,” you say with a frown, “they intercepted the letter I sent, which I predicted. But I never thought that they would…”

You thought back to a man you’d met in Kakariko village. Dorian, a father of two and one of Impa’s guards. You had once stumbled across him at night when he was in a tense discussion with a Yiga Blademaster. Dorian had once been a part of the clan, and when he left they had murdered his wife in retaliation.

The Yiga were so much more than just a group of bumbling fools with swords. They were capable of great harm, you knew that. You’d been underestimating them.

You tug on Persephone’s reins and bring her to a stop, before turning to face the prince and princess. Your voice falters.

“I let my guard down,” you say to them, nervously fumbling with the ropes, “I’m sorry. I’ve been underestimating the threat we face, and what they're capable of. It’s more than likely that we’ve been spied on every step of the way, what they did to Archimedo was meant as a sign… I apologize for the position I’ve put you both in.”

Your manner of speaking is unnatural, and it reminds you of your earliest days in the Hyrule Military.

Sidon’s expression is empathetic. “You cannot take all of the blame. The Yiga were never going to leave us alone, especially after vanquishing Calamity Ganon. You have done a marvelous job thus far.”

“I agree,” Zelda says with a nod and a smile, “you have always kept me safe, _____. I could not ask for a better knight, or for a better friend.”

You fluster, “t-thank you… even still, I think it’s best to be more vigilant from on. After what they did to Archimedo… I think next they’ll try something bigger, something more bold and dangerous.” 

They both nod.

You proceed to lay out your plan, “the road to Eldin from here is long, I think tonight we can stop at the Snowfield Stable. Tomorrow we’ll take a shortcut through the hills and plains north of Hyrule Castle. There’s no road there, but it's relatively safe and our horses would have no problem traversing. We can rest at the Woodland Stable, then the day after arrive at the Foothill Stable. From there we can go to Goron City.”

“Sounds well enough,” Sidon replies with a gentle smile, “lead the way.”

…

The sun had begun to set upon your arrival at the Snowfield Stable. The journey through the Hebra Region had been without incident, save for the occasional ice-breath lizalfos or silver moblin that attempted to get in your way. You had been bundled tight in your Snowquill armor, but in spite of that your fingers would still grow numb as they gripped the reins. You’d been sure to cook plenty of elixirs for the prince.

The stable was a welcome sight, you’d compare it to finding an oasis in the Gerudo Desert. A place of shelter and warmth in the middle of the unforgiving frozen tundra. There were not many travelers around which helped to ease your nerves. The stable hands were gracious, making sure your mounts were housed in warm stalls and offering hot drinks.

Currently you were sitting on an outcropping of rocks beside the building, a few pine trees scattered about. You steadily held your bow in your hands, balancing an arrow in between your cold fingers. Your gaze was focused and your body was still. A few yards ahead of you was a large moose aimlessly grazing on the thin grass that sprouted up from the snow.

His dark fur was speckled with flecks of snow. His antlers were large and rounded, indicating his age. If it weren’t for your vantage point you would have been intimidated by his sheer size.

You breathe out, the puff of air visible in front of your face due to the frigid temperature. You raise your bow and squint, drawing a shoulder back as you carefully aim. You watch as the moose, a mature bull, looks up towards the sky. You let the arrow loose.

A single shot to the head is enough to take the large animal down. You rise to your feet and hop off the rocks. You’d offered to find something to eat for everyone at the stable. Sitting around and doing nothing would have left you feeling too anxious, too wrapped up in your thoughts.

You lay out a tarp and pull the body of the animal atop of it. You grab the ropes attached to the fabric and tug it back, the tarp allowing you to easily drag the half-ton mammal across the snow. At the stable the owners thank you and generously offer you compensation for the catch, but you turn down the offer.

As the stable hands work on gathering the meat for dinner you take a seat by the fire. Zelda was sitting on one of the short stools, a pad of parchment paper in her hands as she furiously wrote- you assumed it was for her journal, she’d begun to keep one again recently. Sidon was sitting atop a blanket on the ground, Zora spear in hand. You watched as he meticulously polished the weapon.

His eyes flicker up towards you. You blush, having been caught staring. You avert your gaze.

“Was that a moose you brought in?” the princess asks curiously, looking up from her papers, “quite large animals, aren’t they? That’s impressive.”

You shrug, “yeah, but with a strong enough bow you can take down just about anything. Teba tuned this one for me before we left Rito Village, he replaced the bowstring. It definitely feels like it has more power now.”

“He offered to craft me a brand new bow as well,” the prince says, looking up from his weapon, “and though grateful, I assured him that I would be more proficient with my spear.”

The conversation continues aimlessly as you pass the time until dinner is ready. You find yourself warily eyeing anyone who happens to walk by your trio. Repeatedly you have to chastise yourself.

‘Not everyone is a threat,’ you think, ‘... but anyone could be…’

That was precisely the problem. If anyone could be dangerous, then you had to keep everyone you met at arm’s length. But by viewing everyone as dangerous, you risk alienating yourself and putting innocent lives in harm’s way.

It’s a harmful way of thinking. You tell yourself that you know better. It’s irrational to think that everyone is out to get you or the princess or the prince. But in this field of work, you never truly know…

“Dinner’s ready!”

The exclamation pulls you out of your thoughts. Harlow, one of the stable hands, had called out. You’re unsure how much time had passed while you were stuck in your thoughts.

Over by the cooking pot you help yourself to a heaping helping of gourmet meat stew. Your mouth waters once the bowl is in your hands. Sitting at the table inside of the stable you eagerly wolf down the meal. The broth is rich and the meat is tender, and you quickly find yourself slurping down the final droplets.

When you look up from the wooden bowl you see Zelda and Sidon looking back at you with bemused expressions.

“Is it a crime to enjoy a hot meal?” you say sarcastically, tossing aside one of the bones.

“Of course not,” Sidon chuckles gently, “it’s simply good to see you enjoying yourself, little one.”

The statement causes you to fluster slightly. You suppose you had been rather tense and moody for most of the day. You awkwardly clear your throat as you stand and say, “I’m going to get seconds.”

You don’t see the way the prince’s eyes follow you as you walk away.

…

Even with the shelter of the stable, you find yourself shivering beneath your sheets. You’d taken off the layers of the Snowquill armor for bed, not wanting to wear such bulky clothing under your blankets. You’d severely underestimated how cold the stable would become at night once all the oil lamps had been blown out.

You shiver as you rise from the bed. You fumble around in the dark as you look for your boots, eagerly shoving your feet inside of them for the added warmth. It was late, you weren’t sure by how much, but you’d been unable to fall asleep. You grab the coat of the armor and wrap it around yourself, not bothering with the vest. It was too complicated to equip with the lack of light.

Feeling around, you manage to find the exit. Pushing past the rustling fabric you look outside. The tundra is dark and the overcast sky allows for no moonlight to illuminate the terrain. The fire is still burning, though the flames are much smaller than they had been before. You find some chopped wood nearby and add it to the pile. Once you sit on the ground you stoke the flames, attempting to make them rise higher.

The warmth of the fire envelops you. You let out a sigh you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, your shoulders relaxing. Your shivering stops. You hold out your hands, warming them, the feeling of numbness slowly dissipating. 

You’re unsure how much time passes as you sit there. Your thoughts flicker between various topics. Your concerns about the Yiga, your curiosity about training Yunobo and his trials, and most importantly- 

“Darling?”

Sidon.

You look up and over your shoulder. The prince stands in the entrance of the stable, a thick blanket held in his arms.

“What’re you doing awake?” you ask him curiously.

“It was freezing,” he responds, walking toward the fire, “I awoke and drank one of the elixirs, but it did little to help. Then I searched for you, but your bed was empty.”

“Oh,” you reply, dropping your shoulders, “sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s quite alright,” he says with a shake of his head, “I assumed I would find you out here.”

“Is Zelda still sleeping?” you ask as he sits down beside you.

He nods, “yes, she was fast asleep. I’m unsure how.”

You laugh, “that sounds about right.”

Once he’s comfortably sitting you lean against him- and flinch. You press the back of your hand against the scales of his arm.

“You’re freezing cold,” you mumble, “are you sure the elixirs are enough?”

He nods, though you notice the way he shivers, “yes, I believe so, it’s just that Zora aren’t exactly made for this kind of weather. We get colder much faster than Hylians do, but in turn we also get warmer rather quickly as well.”

“Cold blooded,” you mutter as you tug the blanket over his shoulders.

“Pardon?” he replies.

“Cold blooded,” you repeat, “I assume, with Zora being part fish, that you’re cold blooded. The weather around you has an effect on your body temperature. Hylians are the opposite, we’re warm blooded, we generally stay warm but that’s why cold climates are so dangerous for us.”

“I see,” he murmurs, “this gives me a theory.”

“What theory?” you reply curiously.

You squeak in surprise as he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. You suddenly find yourself with your back pressed flush against his chest, his hands holding you in place now that you’re sitting between his crossed legs. He draws the blanket forth, using it to envelop both of you at once.

“Just as I thought,” he chuckles behind you, “you’re quite warm, darling.” You feel him wrap himself around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck.

“Oh, that was your theory?” you shoot back, “it wasn’t just an excuse to get me in your lap?”

You feel him rumble with laughter. His lips tickle your skin.

“Of course not, this is for the betterment of us both,” he says, before dropping his voice, “although, if there were other reasons to hold you against me, those could also be arranged, little Hylian.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your neck- then another- and another- before licking across the exposed skin. You bite your lip as he does. With his open mouth he presses more languid and sensual kisses. When you feel his teeth graze against your shoulder, you let out a gasp.

“Sidon!” you exclaim, scandalized. You playfully shove one of his arms.

He chuckles once more, “it’s all in jest, my darling.”

“Oh yes, you giving me a hickey again is a joke,” you mumble, a tinge of sarcasm lacing your words.

“If I remember correctly,” he whispers against you, sending a shiver down your spine, “you quite enjoyed it last time. But I shall cease my teasing for now.”

The blush doesn’t leave your face. You hadn’t forgotten that morning in the palace- and by extension, you hadn’t forgotten that night you’d spent by the river, it would be impossible to. Neither of you had been afforded the time or opportunity for such intimacy since. You’d been too preoccupied with the mission to train pilots. Even still, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more private time with the prince.

‘Maybe once all the pilots are trained…’ you think to yourself.

You stare at the fire, flustered, trying to ignore how hot your face is. Fortunately for you the Zora makes for a comfortable resting spot. You feel yourself ease against him, your muscles relaxing. Absent-mindedly you trace your fingers across his forearm, drawing invisible lines and shapes.

The fire crackles. The night is quiet.

A few minutes pass as you enjoy each other’s comfortable silence.

“Sidon…” you mumble, though his name sounds like a question, “are you worried?”

You feel him shift. “Worried?” he replies, “about what, darling?”

“A variety of things, I guess,” you sigh, “but primarily the Yiga. I’m scared about what they’ll do next. What if they try to attack you? Or- or what if they try to attack a settlement, like the domain, in our absence?”

He tenses behind you, clearly made uncomfortable by the idea, “well, I have my full faith in the guards of Zora’s Domain to keep it and its people safe. Bazz has dedicated his life to the protection of the domain, as you know. As for myself, I trust that I am capable enough to hold my own in a battle against the Yiga.”

You frown, holding onto his arm, “I think you’re capable too… but the Yiga don’t play fair. I wouldn’t put it past them to put up a dirty fight.”

“They have no honor,” Sidon replies, “one of the most important virtues any soldier is taught.”

You nod. A cold wind blows past.

“I cannot predict the future, and so, I know not what comes next,” the prince says, “however, I do know one thing.”

“What’s that?” you whisper back, looking down at the bright red scales of his arm.

“That I am glad you’re discussing this with me,” he responds.

You grow still.

“I know that in the past you would have concealed these fears and kept them to yourself,” he continues, “I’m quite proud of you, little one.”

You feel the stinging of tears, but smile as you blink them away.

The prince presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

It is still a quiet night. The fire still crackles.

…

At some point in the night you had returned to bed. You weren’t sure when. But you did remember giving Sidon a good night kiss.

In the morning you’re awoken by people bustling about. You push aside the curtains of your bed and get dressed, the plush feather lining of the coat was soft to the touch. You lace your boots and tighten the straps of the vest.

Zelda and Sidon are sitting at the table, the latter having wrapped himself in a blanket. Once you sit down the princess offers you warm safflina tea, courtesy of the stable employees. You take the cup in your hands, still trying to shake off remnants of sleep from your system.

“Well, I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m quite excited to escape this cold,” Zelda says with a small laugh, folding the parchment she’d been writing on.

“I quite agree,” Sidon says from behind the shelter of his blankets.

You grin at them, “it shouldn’t take too long. Once we get to the northernmost part of the road and circle around the edge of the canyon we should reach some warmer weather.”

“It will be a welcome change,” the prince nods.

You purse your lips, tracing your fingers around the edge of the cup, “we’ll have to keep our guard up while we travel today. While it’s faster to travel north of the castle, it will still be dangerous. We’ll need to keep an eye out for monsters… and people.”

The last words had come out as a whisper.

“Then it’s best we leave soon, no use wasting daylight,” Zelda says as she stands.

You finish your tea and grab your belongings. As you walk outside of the stable you squint. The clouds had cleared up and the sun was out, shining bright. In the far distance to the east you could see Death Mountain, spewing soot into the air.

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

‘Why do I feel like something wrong is going to happen?’

You swallow nervously and approach the horse stalls. The next leg of the journey awaits you.

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[tailorofcha0s]

We better survive this.

"They reached the highest part of the city as the sun began to set. Destruction had already taken its toll on that side of Baldur; crumbling buildings, broken ground, and the smell of sulfur. Their allies were waiting in a small building that still stood. They planned to spend the night there. Persephone and the others discussed their next steps and prepared a plan for the battle. Afterward, while everyone was having dinner, she stepped away from the group and went to sit next to some ruins outside.

The sky displayed a crimson color; nautiloids sailed through the skies while several githyankis on dragons attempted to incinerate them with their flames. She felt sad as she glimpsed what was left of Baldur; after walking its streets, soaking in the atmosphere and the people, there was now barely a trace of that city. The flames of the buildings in the distance illuminated Persephone's cheeks as if it were a bonfire.

'You haven't finished dinner, my love,' a sweet and melodious voice was heard behind her, 'you need to replenish your strength; tomorrow is an important day.'

Persephone turned to look at Astarion, who came to sit with her accompanied by a bottle of wine.

'I know, dear. But I needed to clear my thoughts a bit,' Persephone said in a melancholic tone.

'For that, we have me and...' - he filled a glass of wine and offered it to her - 'this red wine, my love,' Astarion joked with a small smile, displaying his fangs, although immediately his face became serious. 'Now tell me, my dear, what is troubling you?'

Persephone looked at the horizon while holding her glass and sighed. She remained silent for several minutes before speaking. 'This could be our last night together,' she said with some difficulty; trying not to shed any tears.

Astarion, who was drinking from his glass, placed it on the ground and delicately took Persephone's and did the same. Then, he took her thin and delicate hands while stroking them with his thumb to reassure her. They both looked at each other intently.

'I know... my sweet. I'm terrified, too. We just claimed our lives back; we escaped from Bhaal and Cazador. But we've come so far, look at us. I believe us to be capable of much more, so much more.  It must not end here, it can't.' 

Persephone hid her face in Astarion's chest.

"There's a possibility that we might not make it, and that's what I fear the most. I know that even if we destroy the netherbrain and everything returns to normal, we'll still have to keep fighting for our future, for a challenging future and love. I'll age, and you'll see me die, and we'll only be able to live our love under the moonlight. But I don't mind... if it means I can still keep you by my side. We've endured so much, we carried our heavy hearts and so many wounds for so long to get here and deserve something good... something like the love we have for each other. Tomorrow, if I have to die, my last breath will be dedicated to you."

Astarion tried to remain strong, but tears began to well up in his eyes.

"You're such a fool, my sweet petal. We're in this together. No matter what happens. Until the end. And if my final day is tomorrow, I'm glad that in war and in love, I had you as my partner."

Persephone smiled through her tears and kissed Astarion with a warm, silent, and lingering kiss. Shortly after, she tried to regain her composure and held onto one of the vampire's arms, resting her head on his shoulder.

"We better survive this," she added after a pause, "I still have so much more love to give you."

Astarion smiled faintly and sighed. Both gazed at the apocalyptic horizon before them. He, too, rested his head on Persephone's. No matter what happened, if this was the end of the world, they would face it together.

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Just a little something i wrote today cause i was inspired (i know its not perfect and it took me almost two hours to properly write this, its been years i dont sit down and write something like this) This early morning i reached the very end of the game - you know, when you go to the upper city and get ready for the long battle and chase of the netherbrain- and i got very emotional. Astarion and Persephone even had a little different kiss in case it would be the last before initiating the quest.

[mokonahapuuuuuu]

Cakes

Note: Okay so proud of myself. I wrote this like as if it were an actual episode of the show, though just bits and pieces here and there. If I could make it feel like even more of an episode, I'd have an action sequence after the cake baking scene and before Adonis left.

At this point with Neil/Belle, I picked it when it was before they were a couple, so yeah.

----

Adonis was back in town and he thought to stop by and see how everyone was doing. 

Since Atlanta and Theresa now had boyfriends, they didn’t so ardently chase after Adonis like the last time. Jay and Archie still were cautious when he arrived. 

When he laid eyes on Belle, however, that was a different story. 

They seemed to spend a lot of time together. 

After centuries and millennia, Adonis had feelings for someone. Though, it seemed that Belle oddly didn’t like him back. 

If she were around when Adonis first came out of the box, would she have fawn over him like so many other girls? 

She was the envy of all the girls and nymphs. 

Atlanta and Theresa tried not to be jealous of Belle, though she was a great teammate and gal pal. Spite shouldn’t come at all between them. Though out of all the girls to pick, if she were around, Adonis would pick her out of all of them. 

Aphrodite and Persephone tried not to look angry at Belle, though she was kind to everyone, so it was impossible to be mad at her. Neither party would want an argument with each other. 

As usual, Neil was jealous that he wasn’t the most attractive person on campus anymore and couldn’t wait for Adonis to leave. 

However, there was another layer to that jealously. He couldn’t put his finger on it. 

Belle was baking lemon cakes in the kitchen, Adonis watching over her as he placed his head over his hands. 

She placed the tray into the oven to bake. 

“So you come to the school this year?” asked Adonis. 

“Yeah, I have,” she replied, putting away the oven mitts. “It took awhile to adjust to the move, but I love it here. It’s amazing how Greek Gods and mythology actually are real. Even you.” 

“I assure you, I am very real.” 

All of a sudden, the oven caught fire. 

Her eyes widen. “The cakes…!” 

She pulled the tray out of the oven, careful around the blaze that was around her. Adonis got the fire extinguisher and soon, everything was surrounded with white foam. 

At least the fire was contained. 

Adonis sighed. “Are the cakes ruined?” 

Belle looked down. “They’re done, though a little burned.” 

“Maybe I can help you make a new batch.” 

She looked up and smiled. “They may be a little scorched, but they’re still good on the inside.” 

Adonis smiled back. “Yes… what’s on the inside.” 

Neil watched the scene all the way from the next room over. For some odd reason, what they said to each other made him want to gag. 

He looked out the window. If he wasn’t also jealous that Adonis was the fairest of them all on campus, then maybe the other reason was… 

That he got to bake cakes with Belle? 

No, though maybe the answer would come sooner or later. 

Adonis already won over him the first time. How much more was he going to take from him?

It was the evening, and Adonis was leaving. 

“Ever since I got here, I think you are the fairest of them all, Belle,” he began. “Why don’t you take Pegasus and we can travel the world together?” 

“Adonis…” Belle turned for a moment. “I’m flattered you see me that way, though everything seems so uncertain for me now. Coming to a new school, learning that Greek gods exist, and Cronus is still out there… My life is going in a completely different direction.” 

“Of course…” he reached for her hand. “On the day you are ready, and if there’s a chance for us to be together, I will be there.” 

He kissed her hand and walked into the horizon. 

Belle was on the roof patio, pondering what happened today. 

She was only a teenager, there were other opportunities to come by. Adonis was classy enough to deal with what she said. May her words not wound him so deeply. 

Neil was on the roof patio with her. 

He scoffed. “Adonis thinks he’s so much better. Well, he’s not, okay… I’m the super model here. I’m on magazine covers, no one knows anything about him…!” 

Belle laughed and got up. She had enough air for tonight, and the dishes in the dishwasher should be done by now. 

“Sometimes, beauty is within.” 

She walked to the stairs of the Brownstone. 

Neil looked on as he watched her walk away. When they baked cakes in the kitchen and she mentioned that even though the cakes were burned, what mattered was on the inside, maybe she also implied that with people. 

[anamazingangie]

20 questions for fic writers

no one tagged me i just wanted to do this. idk who came up with it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 75

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 641,881 

3. What fandoms do you write for? HotD– Daemyra [sometimes + other characters for SPICE], S&B—Darklina

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Significance 

Premium

the end of a dance and the beginning of something better 

a prince is born 

Anything 

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

I *try* to. But if i’m responding i’m not writing, and if I have comments to respond to, it’s probably because the writing muses have been kind to me, and I would rather take advantage of that while it lasts. And then they pile up and it’s been so long it feels rude to reply? Idk. It’s hard to explain but I do 100% read and love every comment I get and they motivate me SO much!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

All Dragons go to Heaven, by far—it’s my only fic that follows canon events in terms of timeline/character death.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think except for a select few, all my fics have happy endings. ‘Getting Lucky ’ comes to mind because it’s pretty feel good all the way along—’magically meant to be ’ and ‘a princess and a painter’ have happy endings but some angst at the start!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely—a lot less than I expected tbh, given what I write lol! 

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

Uh. All of it? Like seriously, I’ve done 30+ kink prompts this month alone. I’d say my ‘staples’ are size kink, overstimulation, and unprotected sex. M/M/F threesomes have sort of become a thing with me too. But I’ve done a bit of everything — ABO, M/M, anal, lactation kink, necro, ovi, etc. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve done crossovers in that one story is retold with different characters (cinderalla inspired, hades and persephone inspired, romeo and juliet, etc.) but I’ve never had characters from two different fandoms in one fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that i’m aware of. 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that i’m aware of—i’ve given people permission, though, so maybe?

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

I like to think i’ve INSPIRED a few fics before but that is closest i’ve gotten. I would love to do an event where lots of people contribute to a single story, though.

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

Writing? Daemyra is my <3 But  I probably read more Darklina fic than any other. Also a Dramione & Zutara girlie. 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them? Kidding. Kind of. My writing inspiration and speed is very fickle, I can write 10k words one day and not type a single thing for the following three weeks. So unless something is fully pre-written when I start to post it, I’m not very confident about it ever getting finished. 

BUT that being said, I don’t have any fics that I don’t want to finish or plan to abandon. It is just a matter of time/inspiration/motivation. 

The one that seems least likely tho is ‘a prince is born’ simply because the established timeline doesn’t really make sense so it basically has to be fully rewritten and right now that sounds very Not Fun compared to literally everything else i’m working on.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, maybe variety? I feel like I’m good at exploring the same characters and relationship dynamics no matter the time period or circumstances. And maybe smut? Idk. I’m a very weak person so this is hard to answer. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ahh this one I can answer: Planning. Structure. Timelines. Consistency. Spelling. Punctuation. Impulsively starting new things and ignoring WIPs.  

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Not really interested in it. I have enough trouble with english. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HotD/Daemyra

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I can’t pick because my work is super self indulgent so I like a lot of them for different reasons. 

Here are five,

deliciae

Three Heads of the Dragon 

gifts from the grave 

Consummation

the dragon king 

I’m tagging : @luthien-under-bough, @calenlily, @ar-feyniel

(if they haven’t already done it)