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xadoheandterra · 2 years ago

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Series: Semblance Title: Patriciate Fandom: Jak and Daxter Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI Characters: Jak, Daxter, Samos, Keira, Kid!Jak, Ashelin, Torn, Tess Tags: Worldbuilding, Accidentally King of Haven!Jak, hurt/comfort, things go wrong, things get better, things get worse again, slow build, slow burn, slow to update, cross posted, fantasy racism, canon divergence, been meaning to share this here Summary: “It’s yours,” Jak said softly. “Keep it…remember where you come from. At least one of us should remember….”

If Jak knew the consequences of that one, selfish choice…well, he’d probably have made the same decision either way.

Master Seem has found herself in the midst of a crisis. Not a day goes by that something seems to happen in the Wastes, after all.

Seem lit each of the candles around her room carefully before she settled upon the mat in the center. With a soft breath she relaxed herself and slipped her eyes shut. Seem focused on her breath, focused on the sounds of flickering flame. With each exhale she extended her senses outward. She touched upon the monks in the halls one by one; took in the small, barely there beacons of light that signaled the eco they touched. Her senses shifted to the eco stores at the bottom of the temple, checked the quantities and basked in the glow before she shifted upward toward the surface; toward the Spargans that crawled like ants so focused on survival and freedom they often missed the bigger picture. Then, at the center, a beacon—bright, charismatic, enthralling in its presence. Awareness stoked her, amusement, contentment.

Hello.

Seem.

Seem drew back and began to compress herself down into her room, her breaths, her candles. She then pushed back out and began the process again. When she reached that beacon once more, that level of awareness—a fond chuckle—

Again?

Practice.

Ah.

—she pulled back once more and started to repeat the motions again. A second later, mid-draw back into herself, the ground shook and dust dropped from the ceiling. Seem’s concentration snapped, her eyes slipped open, and she frowned. Carefully Seem uncrossed her legs and blew out her candles. One of the acolytes would stop by no doubt with further information about the quake. The ground rumbled a second time, rolled and shifted like the tides of the sea while Seem worked. Then a third, fainter. Aftershocks.

The acolyte who stepped into the room in a rush caught Seem’s attention as she blew out the last candle. The aftershocks now were almost negligible, although the rush outside her room let Seem know that each of the monks worked hard to find the damage, make a note of what they needed to repair—and check upon the eco stores. If any dark eco slipped into their sanctuary they’d need to relocate—and probably relocate all of Spargus too, although Seems’ mental map indicated that there shouldn’t be any liquid dark eco for at least a fair eight kilometers or so.

With the shifting of the earth, however…Seem looked over to the acolyte. “Yes, Kyla?” she rasped.

“I’m sorry Master Seem, but Lord Damas has put out an urgent call. Part of the sands shifted and collapsed. Wastelanders’ beacons are shining.”

Seem closed her eyes. “Creators preserve us,” she murmured. Seem shifted her fingers into a prayer and bowed her head over her hand. A second later she raised it, red eyes sharp. “Go. Tell Damas I will meet him at Spargus’ entrance.” She paused. “We will no doubt need an update on our eco stores,” she added. “Make sure the guardians know to prepare our stores of green, just in case.”

Kyla ducked her head in acknowledgement and fled from the room. Seem took another second to gather herself and her thoughts. Collapsed and shifted sands in the wastes meant uncovered caverns and possible ruins. Uncovered caverns or ruins meant the risk of dark eco. The green would help mitigate the dark eco’s effects for a time and help heal any injured Wastelander. That Wastelanders were caught in the shift also meant these caverns were vast. Seem pursed her lips. This could be provident with the coming of the Daystar—but ultimately lives trumped discovery. With a deep breath Seem swept from the room and out into the hall.

Monks, acolytes, trainees, and guardians swarmed through the halls. They moved swiftly, silently, and many carried broken pieces of pottery damaged in the initial quake. A few siphoned eco; they carefully manipulated liquid globules into new containers that had spilled into the halls. The sheer number of people in the sanctuary halls would boggle the mind of most outsiders. No one ever realized the true numbers of the Precursor Monks, barring Damas—but then there were reasons for Damas’ unique knowledge of their Order.

Seem reached out and grabbed a free acolyte. She didn’t even look in their direction as she grasped their arm; instead Seem focused on the organized chaos around her.

“Master Seem?”

“Gather all of our healers,” Seem said. “We have a collapse in the wastes and active beacons.”

“Right away,” the acolyte murmured, bowed, and then dashed off.

With that out of the way—green eco stores, and now healers—Seem moved into the throng of people. She weaved through toward the armory to dress for a visit to the Wastelanders. While none of the monks truly needed the face paint or armor it did serve to define themselves to those out of the Order. In some respect the paint and armor provided a sense of divine purpose—it inspired those around them. Once it inspired Havenites, now it inspired Wastelanders. It further ensured that they received privilege out of their enclaves, and even now it held some manner of importance among the Marauder Clans.

Everyone knew of the Order of the Precursor Monks, even if they didn’t believe in Mar and some sort of divine lineage gifted by the Precursors themselves. Official dress was important, and the additional measure of protection certainly didn’t hurt matters either.

Inside the enclaves, and even sometimes outside the enclaves, most monks honestly preferred to just wear their robes. Even Seem gave in to the temptation to leave the temple in just her robes and a clean face. It felt in some ways freeing. People didn’t recognize her without the distinctive armor and paint—aside from Damas, but then Seem suspected Damas knew quite a bit more than he tended to let on. That, and he’d often babysat her as a small child. Damas, for that reason alone, automatically got a free pass in recognizing her—and in making demands, although no one would say that to Seem’s face.

Seem made certain her armor tightened down enough to allow for breathability, but also would keep her safe. She tugged the unnecessary folds out of her robes from beneath the leather and precurian metal just to make things comfortable, and the grabbed a brush and the cans of paints. Carefully she applied the colors of the Creators across her skin, and once that too finished Seem headed over to the transport. She glanced to the guardians who gathered around barrels of green eco, nodded toward the pilot of the transport, and grabbed a rail inside the bay as it rose into the air.

For five minutes they followed ancient precurian tunnels before the transport moved out from beneath the desert. Another five minutes back in the general direction they came from and they were at Spargus. The only other exit from the tunnels the Monks occupied—aside from the teleporter that lead to a temple most thought they resided in; they trained there, not lived there—was in the Palace of Spargus. For public inquiries or summons of the Monks they often came from this exit. Elsewise if Damas called upon them in privacy—a rare action all things considered—they traveled through the Palace. It was a bit of a convoluted route, but it eased the Spargans’ minds and left them unaware of the tunnels and undercity beneath their sands that the Monks truly occupied.

The transport settled down within the gates of Spargas and Seem carefully debarked. She motioned for the guardian-healers to stay with the barrels of eco for the time being. Seem didn’t know where the collapse resided in the sands. Damas would inform her of what he required of the Monks, and Seem would distribute orders as necessary from there.

“Seem,” Damas nodded as he stepped up toward the young Monk. Seem dipped her head in respect and signed a brief prayer that Damas slightly grimaced toward. Around them Spargans hurried about. They loaded crates and barrels of medical supplies into spare vehicles—bandages, emergency tourniquets, intravenous solutions—and double-checked weapons and vital machinery. Seem noted everything around her silently. “What do you know?” Damas questioned. He turned towards his own vehicle and returned to his preparations.

Calmly Seem moved up beside Damas. “The quake pushed me from my meditation,” Seem said dryly. “The number of aftershocks is what concerns me the most, especially since there is also the volcano to consider.” Seem glanced off in the direction of the volcano itself with a faint frown. “Though to be fair it hasn’t been terribly active, there is still enough of a chance…and then there is the amount of beacons you indicated—”

“I never said how many,” Damas interrupted as he pulled a tarp over his own supplies in the back of his vehicle.

Seem hummed. “The manner in which I received your message was telling enough.”

Damas didn’t laugh, but he did smile. “Very well. You are correct; there are too many beacons.”

Seem nodded. “The number of active beacons suggests a large, buried, cavernous structure,” Seem moved toward Damas’ side instead of just behind him, lips pressed thin. “We have no knowledge of its state and should proceed with caution, Lord Damas.”

Damas grunted. He climbed into his vehicle and raised an eyebrow in Seem’s direction as she stood there. “And?”

Seem huffed, climbed in after Damas—she had to crawl along the back edge of the seat to get to the passenger side, determined not to go around the vehicle with Damas at the wheel—and tugged her own scarf and goggles she’d brought especially for this occasion up around her face. “And there is a chance of something to help with the coming Daystar,” Seem said, voice only slightly muffled. “However, research is for the moment secondary. My Monks’ primary concern is the lives of the Wastelanders. To that end we have brought our guardians and green eco stores.”

“You expect dark eco?” Damas questioned. Around him Wastelanders piled into their own vehicles and the pilot for the Monks’ transport lit up the A-Grav engine.

“I expect there is more to this quake than we have yet to understand,” Seem replied dryly.

“We’ll proceed with as much caution as we can afford, then!” Damas hollered as he kicked his own engine into gear. There was a brief moment of respite—of the seat humming beneath her; leather and precurian metal humming straight into her bones in that relaxing manner that Seem hadn’t felt in years—and then they tore out of the gate and off into the Wastes.

The site of the shift in the sands was not too far out from Spargus, or even that far from the volcano. It left Seem a little uneasy—this close to the underground lava flows could easily mean the volcano might be preparing to erupt. While precurian metal had so far proven to withstand the intense heat of volcanic lava—not without harming those who touched it, unfortunately—Spargus was in no way prepared to survive an eruption. Neither were the Monks.

Damas slid his dune buggy to a stop near the edge of the gaping chasm. Seem carefully lifted her own goggles to peer off into the distance; she tried to judge the gap, noted how even now sand still slid down like little granules of rain. Eight kilometers? Sixteen? Seem couldn’t be sure. They’d need to measure the gap, and the length of the chasm to properly gauge what they are looking at.

“Mar,” Damas breathed out, eyes wide. He quickly turned to several Wastelanders. “Perimeter check! Keep an eye out for Marauder bands! Get me distance on this thing!” He turned toward another set of Wastelanders. “You! Grab a guardian, pair up, and begin to repel down! Keep your jeeps and buggy’s away from the edge. The sands unstable.” Damas turned back toward Seem. “This is worse than I anticipated.”

Seem nodded grimly as Damas kicked his car into gear and reversed away from the ledge. “How many beacons have gone off exactly?”

“About twenty from the last count,” Damas ground out. “Fifteen were excavating artifacts, the other five checking on the Marauder’s most recent conquests.”

“And how many more are out here?” Seem questioned.

Damas grimaced. “I have no Mar-damned idea, Seem,” he said gravely. “The ledger was destroyed in the quake.”

Seem hissed, “Creators,” under her breath as the vehicle came to a stop. “This could go on for several kilometers into the Wastes,” Seem said cautiously. “Probably even into Marauder territory.”

“We’ll be careful then, won’t we?” Damas glanced her way as he killed the engine. Seem nodded sharply; she left him to prepare the repelling equipment to get them down into the chasm and headed over toward the guardian’s and barrels of eco. Guardian-healers began to pair off while the barrels were offloaded—Seem watched for a moment as one was cracked open and glittering green globules were carefully siphoned away into special containment units that the guardians wore. She glanced over toward the pilot.

“Go back to the temple once everything is offloaded,” Seem ordered. “Get more healers. And a few warriors. This is going to take a while.”

The pilot nodded, and Seem moved over toward the cracked open barrel of eco. Carefully she siphoned away the green into her own containment units, and once full she turned around and headed back toward Damas. Out of either of them he’d be the better at channeling green eco, given his lineage, but Seem could, if she focused hard enough, move the eco she’d siphoned off as well.

“Are we ready?” Seem questioned when she returned to Damas’ side. Damas’ gaze swept across the group of Wastelanders. He grimaced.

“We’ll need more Wastelanders,” he noted.

“I’ve already sent for more guardians,” Seem said. “Let the rest of my guardians sit in for Wastelanders. You need to make sure Spargus is defended.” Damas hummed. “My guardians will search another section of the perimeter. We can focus here. If we portion places off and place our people strategically—”

“Yes, yes,” Damas chuckled. “Who has the most experience leading in cases like this, Seem?”

Seem flushed. “I apologize, Lord Damas.” Damas waved a hand.

“My men know what to do,” Damas said eventually. “Are you ready?”

Seem nodded, and when Damas held out a hand she grasped it tight and then, combined with his strength and the momentum of the sudden pull against her body weight, swung herself up and onto Damas’ back.

“You’ll be leading the way?” Seem questioned.

“Not the rescue mission, obviously,” Damas replied. Several Wastelanders and guardian Monk pairs were already off into the chasm below. “But between the two of us I think I have the better chance of dealing with any metal head threats, don’t you agree?”

“You do have more experience fighting the Hora-Quan,” Seem agreed. “But do not rule me out. I am the leader of the Order of Precursor Monks, after all.”

Damas laughed, headed toward the edge, and began to repel down. Seem made sure to keep her legs wrapped tightly against Damas’ sides as she twisted to peer down into the depths of the cavernous creation in the sands. After a second she reached into the pack against Damas’ back and, while Damas carefully dropped them further and further down, lit the flare for light as they moved further and further from the noonday sun.

The wall they repelled down was volcanic rock, like much of the earth far beneath the sand. It was porous material that granules buried itself into, crafted from volcanic eruptions hundreds of years ago. Interspaced here and there, surrounded by the rock, were the occasional hardened lava flows—and precursor metal. Seem noted all of this with a critical eye and tried to extrapolate just what they began to repel down into.

Damas pulled them to a stop upon a ledge and Seem hopped off his back. She knelt to peer further into the gaping maw of the newly revealed probable ruins, but they still traveled even further beneath the sands. After a second Seem tilted her head up toward the daylight. They repelled down seventy meters, and the bottom still appeared far away. Whatever this was it had to be old enough that the earth and the volcano had swallowed it whole. It was buried far deeper than the precursor ruins that the Monks occupied beneath Spargus.

The ledge Damas landed them on followed the edge of the cavern walls easily enough, jagged and twisted—but a good point to start their search for beacons. Damas reached out a hand to pull Seem to her feet and absentmindedly Seem clutched the fingers she saw in her peripheral as she dropped the flare next to the wall that they just repelled down.

“Whatever this is,” Seem rasped, “it is old.”

Damas hummed in agreement and fished out a small, square receiver that he handed over to Seem. Seem glanced it over—it seemed to function almost like a radio or sonar. She could see a small dot in the distance.

“For the beacons?” Seem questioned as she tilted her head toward Damas. He’d never once shared this with her, or with the other Monks that she knew of.

“Yes,” Damas replied. “You direct me. I’ll test the ground as we move. I do not trust this porous rock.”

“And if we come upon a beacon’s location and there is nothing?” Seem questioned.

“We go down,” Damas told her, and she nodded once, brows furrowed in thought and lips pursed beneath her scarf.

Seem eyed the ledge, and then eyed the way down again. “How many flares do you have?” she asked.

“About twenty before we’ll need to regroup and gather more,” Damas said.

“How many meters apart do you wish to drop a flare?” Seem asked. Damas started along the edge and she followed behind.

“Roughly fifty meters or so,” Damas said.

Seem nodded thoughtfully. They could travel about a kilometer’s distance before they’d have to regroup; decent of a distance that, if they moved cautiously, they could cover in a short amount of time—but that meant they’d be at this for longer, and the Wastelanders didn’t have that much time available.

“Drop a flare every hundred fifty meters,” Seem offered. “We can go three kilometers a distance that way before we need to turn back.”

Damas glanced back to eye her. “Further the distance; yes, I like that thought.” He grabbed his radio from his hip and quickly relayed the change to his men. “We’ll need more provisions with that plan,” he murmured. “Water will run out fairly quick.”

Seem shrugged her shoulders. They could do that easily enough—the Monks could ferry water out to them, just as they could ferry the injured in to Spargus. Hopefully the Marauder clans would be feeling generous as Seem thought this new addition to the Wastes ran right into a few of their camps. She’d have to make sure to send a few of her guardian-warriors off to assess the damage and mitigate any skirmishes for the time being.

The sun settled beneath the sands as Seem sipped at her stew among her guardians. Her gaze remained steady upon the tent that housed her guardian-healers and the injured they’d recovered from the crevasse. So far, thankfully, they’d found only one loss of life after a dozen or so rescued—although given the cold of the night and the dangers of travel now they might just lose a few more before the sun rose with the dawn.

“Do you think this has something to do with the Hora-Quan, Master Seem?” one of the younger guardians asked. Seem glanced over at them, watched as they stared at their own bowl of stew.

“The ruins are precurian,” Seem said. “Perhaps we could find a weapon against the Precursors ancient enemy.”

“But the earthquake?” asked another. “The volcano isn’t active, is it? Could the Hora-Quan have manipulated the earth?”

“Could dark eco?” murmured another.

Seem breathed slowly and set her stew down. “Listen to me, my guardians,” Seem said and immediately all her guardians looked toward her. “The world is constantly changing, even in its unfinished state. The volcano is active as its always been. The Hora-Quan move as they always have. The Daystar comes as it always will.” She eyed each of them as they stared at her with rapt attention. “Right now we have injured, wounded, Wasterlanders to worry about and they take precedence, but do not forget the dangers of the world around us either.”

“There’s been rumors of a rather large and strange Hora-Quan out in the Wastes, though,” muttered another of Seems guardians.

“The Hora-Quan change with time as all things do,” Seem sighed heavily and worked to ease the fears of the guardians before her, even if she worried that something was amiss herself. “Rest assured nothing about this quake is anything except natural. There has been no eco cause that I can sense, and do you really believe Lord Damas of Mar would not sense such a change himself?”

The Monks around her quieted at the idea that Damas couldn’t sense it.

“Of course we don’t think that,” one of the older guardians uttered with a sigh. “Most of these children have never felt a real quake before, Master Seem. They are scared.”

“It is a frightening event,” Seem agreed, “but we must be strong.” Seem breathed deeply. “All of you, while you search for the beacons, record what you find. Once we have cleared the crevasse we will begin the hunt for any help against the Daystar.”

“Yes Master Seem,” murmured the Monks together.

Seem picked her stew back up and took a sip. She glanced over toward Damas and raised her brows when she saw that he looked back at her with a small smile on his lips. Seem ducked her head and flushed in surprise. An uncomfortable feeling rose up in her chest, a tightness that reminded her of days before she came to live in the Wastes, live as the head of the Monks. While Seem might not ever wish to change her circumstances, she could wish that perhaps things didn’t work out the exact way they had.

Seem sipped her stew, closed her eyes, and thought of home.

#fic: patriciate #fic: semblance #jak and daxter #accidentally king of haven #fanfic #wip #crossposted #canon divergence

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ink-and-flame · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 10: Better than the Day Job

Kinktober Day 10 Prompts: Prostitution (actual) ~ Hairbrush spankings ~ Over the-knee spanking Fandom: Bright Tags: Exophilia, Prostitution, male escort, spankings, first time, bdsm, reader fic Pairing: Orc/Human, Nick/Reader

[Author’s note: Look. I don’t know why I am like this, I just am. I am why we can’t have nice things. It has been a while since I have done a reader fic, so please excuse any issues with tense.]

The world was a strange and scary place sometimes. You lived your life, kept your head down, worked to keep yourself afloat, took freelance jobs where you could just to make some extra cash, and tried to stay out of trouble. The neighborhood you were in wasn’t the best, but it also wasn’t the worst. It was, however, all that you could afford. The best you could do, an apartment above a shop. The noise wasn’t so bad late at night, the weekends were a bit stressful though as it was crowded and sometimes leaving your place made you nervous with all the people hanging around.

After time, you had begun to recognize the jerseys and the jackets. That specific color of orange, it was the local orc clan turned gang. You didn’t really know much about the Fogteeth, you knew enough to know to just leave them be. They really hadn’t been in your area when you moved in, now you couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one. Not that you would, you weren’t eager to get shot for throwing rocks, plus it was kind of rude.

You had never had any issues with orcs in the past, and gang or no gang, you weren’t about to start now. You figured if you left them alone, they would leave you alone, and so far that had worked out beautifully. They still made you nervous, but the reality was that almost any group or crowd kind of did.

It took time to get used to all the staring, hearing them speak their own language, knowing they were probably saying things about you as you walked by. Or maybe you were paranoid, maybe they were just talking about their days, or sharing recipes. Still, when they stared and then spoke to each other, it felt like it was about you and you just had to pretend not to notice.

Life was weird, but it wasn’t unpleasant. There were still some things missing from your life, and while you could ease some of the loneliness with online chat and meeting up with friends, they couldn’t really help you with all of it. You didn’t have a friend with benefits option to go to, and even if you did, what you were seeking was something you weren’t sure you wanted your friends to even know about.

Again, you blamed the internet. Reading erotic stories had always been a pleasant way for you to spend some alone time, but the further down that rabbit hole you fell, the more interested you became. The kink stories had slowly, over time, become your favorite and you had been fantasizing for months about strong hands holding you down. Of orders being given and rough sex. Spanking in particular had gotten you to squirming more often than not, even your dreams were filled with it. While you had no practical experience, your mind was happy to try and fill in the gaps, which was how you ended up where you were now.

There were some things in life you had never done before, lots of things actually, but the one thing you thought you would never actually do is hire an escort. Which really was just a fancy word for prostitute, but it still helped the idea go down a little better in your head. This was much easier than cruising down the street, and the website promised discreet sessions with trained professionals. You felt that going through a service was going to be safer than trying to pick up a stranger and hoping they weren’t a murderer in disguise.

Their website was nice, professional looking, and quite well organized. You could search by a variety of criteria based on what was most important to you. Skipping over gender and race, you looked for anything that would filter by kink. It took a bit to find what you were looking for, mostly because you were still learning the technology. Each profile had a picture, though because your internet was being a bit slow, not every picture was loading or loading fully. At the end of the day, looks didn’t matter, you wanted something specific and that was what was important.

Scrolling through the options you wavered back and forth between a nice female domme, and a male dom. Both had their advantages. A woman might be a bit more understanding of your first time, but that wasn’t guaranteed. In the end you went with male, because that's where your fantasies had gone. You wanted big strong hands manhandling you. Filtering on just the male profiles you had narrowed it down to two. After removing the sadists, as you just weren’t ready for that much pain. You were stuck between two that listed themselves as sensual dominants with the option for daddy dominant scenes.

All in all it was a little confusing, you had no idea what all the different types of dominants really meant, and at the end of the day, sensual sounded right to you. You didn’t want someone that was too much into pain, this was your first time after all. After flitting back and forth you flipped a coin, random was better than no choice at all and since neither picture would load you couldn’t use appearance as a tie breaker.

Jak Blackburn it was, which was a strange way to spell a name but it was probably supposed to be Jack and ended up being misspelled or was just an unusual spelling. It was likely that this wasn’t this guys actual name. Chances were he wanted some privacy. If you were an escort you certainly wouldn’t use your real name.

Now you just had to book the session and hope you didn’t chicken out and cancel it. Which you almost did the moment after you saw it processing which forced you to step away from your computer. It only took a couple of minutes to receive a notification on your phone confirming that your payment method was valid and offering a list of scheduling options. You were surprised to see a block of time available later this evening. Were you really ready so soon?

Surprisingly, you guessed you were since you clicked it and confirmed it. Your method of payment would not be charged until after the session. You would have to provide confirmation of services received, but they required a valid payment method on file in the event that someone might try to get out of paying. You weren’t too worried, though you hoped the charge showed up as something discreet on your bank statement. You really did not want to have to explain that if anyone should ever see it.

Feeling nervous you decided to clean up your place, in a mad panicked rush. Not that it was crazy messy, but it was a little cluttered and you were embarrassed by the thought of some stranger judging how you lived your life. After that you decided on a shower to freshen up, that would leave you only a few minutes to get dressed, but you weren’t worried about what to wear as you assumed you wouldn’t be wearing it long. Or that seemed like it would be the plan.

Settling on an oversized tshirt and some shorts you sat on your couch sipping a drink as you stared at your phone. Part of you hoped he cancelled, part of you were afraid he might. You were excited and nervous, so much so that when the doorbell rang you almost tossed your drink across the room. As it was you only spilled it a little bit. Setting down the glass you got up and went to the door opening it.

Of all the things you had been expecting, the tall orc in a suit was not it. There was something about him, something unusual but also familiar. It nagged at you, tugging at your mind, but you couldn’t quite place it. Realizing you were just staring you stepped aside and gestured him in. Your face was flush with embarrassment.

“You seem surprised?”

His voice was deep, quiet, gentle sounding. Closing the door you turned to him and nodded. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I have been having issues with my internet and the pictures on the profiles weren’t loading for most of them.”

He looked surprised and his body language changed. “We can cancel at no charge. You should have informed them of the issue. I fully understand.”

He was so polite but you were a little confused. “I don’t need to cancel. I didn’t go into this with any kind of ideal in mind. Looks really aren’t what is important to me. Would you like to sit down so we can discuss?”

The orc nodded and sat on the chair near the couch. He set his bag on the floor and looked at you, his expression guarded, but gentle. He didn’t look angry, more confused than anything. You smiled awkwardly at him as you sat down and pulled your legs under you.

“So, um, this is something I have never done before. Uh, hiring an escort I mean. Well I haven’t really done any of it before and this seemed like the most logical course? I know that sounds weird but I felt that going through a website and trying to hire a professional was safer than trying to meet some rando off the internet from some dating app or chat room and hope he actually knew what he was doing, and wasn’t a murderer or something.”

“That makes sense. You chose a good site. Everyone on it has to go through a vetting process. If you are concerned I have some credentials here I can show you.”

Shaking your head you smiled. “The profiles were pretty thorough and linked to several pieces of documentation. I am certain that you can do what your profile says you can do, or I get my money back.”

Jak nodded and braced his forearms on his knees and leaned forward. “Since you didn’t know I was an orc, I know this isn’t that. So what am I here for? I don’t want to make any assumptions, but I brought enough of a variety of items with me that we should be ok, but I can also improvise.”

“Um, well, see.” Now you were feeling shy and nervous all over again. “I um. I want someone to spank me. I mean I want other things, but I feel like maybe I should start there before I get too crazy you know?” Well it was out. The cat was no longer laying comfortably in the bag.

Jak smiled, a soft smile. “I see, I can do that. Are you wanting any kind of sexual contact or just the spanking?”

“Oh.. uh.” Well that was not the question you thought you would struggle with. You looked him over and found that he was attractive to you. Not that you had ever really looked at an orc that way, but you hadn’t exactly not looked either. They tended to be tall, muscular, strong, those were ideal, but with Jak, it was simply his eyes. Despite the situation, his eyes held genuine kindness. Part of you wanted to know him, the real him, and not what you were paying for. “Do I have to decide right now?”

“It would help. There can be a sexual aspect to spanking and it would help me to know if you want any kind of sexual contact at all, or just the spanking with no other kind of touch.”

“OH. ok, I thought you meant like penetrative sex type sexual contact. Um. I don’t know? I honestly don’t even know if I will like being spanked.” You shrugged looking a little embarrassed.

Jak rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath. “Ok, we will need to take this very slow and keep it simple. Instead of a safe word we will use color code. Red means full stop, the scene ends and does not continue. Yellow is pause, green is good to go after a pause. I will need to warm you up first. That means clothing stays on, and I will strike you gently through your clothes before we work up to clothes coming off.” The orc paused. “Would you be willing to tell me the rest of the fantasy, or what made you decide to finally try?”

“Oh, well I guess I just have been having these dreams for the last few months and they have been making me a little crazy. I don’t want to be in control. I want to be held down, to feel strong hands touching me. I want it rough and to feel maybe a little bit helpless.” Your face was bright red now and you were fidgeting a bit while not making eye contact. “I know, it is probably super cliche and silly, but that is what brought me to this decision.”

“I don’t think it is weird, and I am flattered that you chose me, even without seeing me. I hope that I can help you fulfill some of your fantasies and needs.” Jak leaned down and grabbed his bag. “Would you like to move this to the bedroom?”

Standing up you lead Jak to your bedroom and sat on the bed looking up at him. He really was quite tall and built. The suit somehow just made him look more imposing and while you still couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe you knew him, you also weren’t sure you cared. He didn’t seem to recognize you, or if he did he hid it well, so whatever this familiarity was, it wasn’t going to be an issue.

Sitting on the bed with you he reached out and grasped your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “Jak is the name I use for this, it isn’t my real name. Normally I don’t give my real name out, but you seem like a trustworthy person and I would actually like to hear you using my real name if you are comfortable with it.”

This was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Somehow you had made him feel comfortable with you and you were now curious what his name could be. Maybe that would give you the clue you needed to know who he was. “Of course, and I will keep it confidential, along with everything else we do tonight.”

“My name is Nick, and I appreciate the discretion.”

Nick, well that really didn’t narrow anything down. It didn’t really help at all, it only made that feeling that you should know stronger. Deciding to ignore it you squeezed his hand. “Well it is nice to meet you Nick, you can call me anything you want to.” You laughed and blushed covering your face with your free hand.

“Well then, I suppose I will just have to call you princess.” His voice was soothing as he pulled you closer up into his lap. His large hand rubbing your back in a soothing motion. “Would you like to lay across my lap for this sweetheart?”

You nodded swiftly, not trusting your voice and squeaked a bit when he easily flipped you onto your stomach and draped you across his legs. He hadn’t even strained himself, and you weren’t exactly a waif or light. Your thighs squeezed together at the thought of just how strong he really was.

When he said he would start slow, he clearly meant it. The strikes were slow and gentle at first. He seemed to know how to control his strength well enough that at first it barely felt like a tap. Soon enough you were feeling warm and squirming in his lap. So far it had been rather pleasant and your mind was running away with possible scenarios on how this night could go from here.

“I think we are ready to remove some clothing don’t you princess?”

“Yes sir?” Your voice was hesitant, you weren’t sure how to respond or if it was even right to call him sir. He did make an almost growling sound so you couldn’t gauge off that, but maybe it was a good sound.

You wiggled off his lap and stripped down to just your shirt and underwear. “Is this ok?”

“If that is where you are comfortable, then yes it is perfect.” Pulling you back across his lap Nick began again with gentle taps.

Now with only your underwear as a barrier you could feel those strikes a little more now. The pain wasn’t uncomfortable, it didn’t even really hurt. There was more of a warm feeling than a feeling of pain. When his tempo increased you felt the first sting of a real strike and it made you jump a bit. The sound you made surprised you, a moan was not what you expected, but that was what came out. You were beginning to come to terms with how much you actually liked this.

Nick continued to spank you, slowly, gently, increasing the speed and strength of the strikes as you wiggled and moaned on his lap. The more he hit you, the more you began to like it. The wetness between your thighs was noticeable now, at least you noticed it, and you were certain he did too, how could he not.

You weren’t the only one aroused. You could feel something hard pressing into you, and there was really only one thing that could be. If what you were feeling was any indication, Nick wasn’t small in that department and that just made you squeeze your legs tighter. This time when he spoke, his voice was more gruff, deeper, husky in a way.

“Are you ready to take off the rest sweetheart?”

Standing up on shaky legs you nodded as he braced you while you tried to remove your clothes. It took a few tries, but you were naked in front of him now. You wanted to be shy, but you were far too aroused to care, and he wasn’t being paid to find you attractive. That alone made things a little easier. Though you had almost forgotten you were paying for this.

“You are quite beautiful. I can tell you are aroused, so I will ask again. Would you like any form of sexual contact?”

Well he was certainly not beating around any bushes and you hesitated before nodding slowly. “Maybe go slow?”

Nick nodded and pulled you back down into his lap. His large rough hands caressed over your bare bottom and you felt a thrill go through you. Again he started with small strikes, but this time he started a little harder than before. It didn’t take you long to get worked up again as his strikes fell faster and harder. The sound of skin hitting skin rang through the bedroom and you felt yourself clenching and throbbing. A desperate noise in your throat somewhere between a moan and a whine.

“You are so beautiful like this, so very beautiful. Can you handle more? I have a paddle with me, or if you have a hair brush?” His voice had a deep growl to it when he spoke.

“Hairbrush.” You panted and made a tiny sound of distress when he lifted you with one arm and lowered you onto the bed.

He came back from your bathroom holding your brush. It had an oval shape and was made of wood. You had never looked at it that way before, as an item you could use in a sexual way. After this, you might need to buy a new brush because you weren’t going to be able to see it as anything but a paddle.

Nick lifted you back onto his lap, again using only one arm, and if you didn’t know better you would think he was trying to show off. Of course any thoughts in your head disappeared the moment the brush impacted your bottom. You cried out, loudly, as he began with slow deliberate strikes. He was more gentle than when he had been using his hand, and that was a blessing as this stung. It hurt a lot more, but it still felt good.

Your core clenched desperately around nothing as you moaned and begged, you didn’t even know what you were begging for, but you needed something. There was a moment when you felt nothing the brush no longer hitting you when you felt Nicks hand press against your back holding you harder to his lap. His other hand pushed your thighs apart and his thick fingers slid over your clit and folds. Your cries became more desperate as pleasure shot through you.

Whimpering and whining you continued to beg as you finally felt one of his fingers push into you, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. It was embarrassing, or it would have been embarrassing if you had two brain cells to rub together, how quickly you came from just that stimulation alone.

Laying across his lap limp, panting, shaking slightly, Nick lifted you up and cradled you in his lap. You snuggled into him and now that the pleasure was fading could feel just how much your ass hurt.

“I have some lotion I can rub on you. Just lay here, I will get that and some water for you.”

Nick laid you gently onto the bed and moved out of the room into the kitchen to get some water from your fridge. He set it on the nightstand and dug through his bag producing the lotion. First he rubbed it on you, making sure it soaked into the skin before helping you sit up and holding the water while you took sips.

“What about you?” your voice came out in a croak.

His arousal had been, and still was obvious. How could he make you feel so good and not have the chance to feel good himself.

“You are sweet, but that isn’t what you are paying me for. This is about you, not me.”

“You are right Nick, I am paying, and I want you to feel good too. Show me how?”

There was something fragile in his eyes as his expression softened. You still couldn’t place who he was, but in that moment, who he was, was someone you wanted desperately to know better.

“Please?”

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keyrousse · 4 years ago

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First line meme

Big thanks to @nottonyharrison for the tag!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors!

When I started reading my first lines, I cringed at some of them, those from un-beta-ed fics in particular (I have a period of I-doubt-my-English-abilities) ;). Ah, well. People read them anyway.

Tagging @andordean, @marbienl13, @namesonboats and @merulanoir :)

So, okay, the opening lines of 20 of my latest fics (two of them were written in 2007, actually, but I put them on AO3 in 2019) under the cut:

1. It’s like having a target painted on our backs, Adon Carre thinks, his lips pursed and brow furrowed, as he looks at the whole set up: the three armoured vehicles, over twenty law enforcement officers and a government-issued cargo plane. (Consequences - "The Witcher" Modern!AU, sequel to "Appearances" below)

2. The Doctor doesn’t speak at all after they land somewhere remote to prepare the Master’s funeral. Jack and Martha help him as much as they can, setting up the funeral pyre, but they don’t touch the body. The Doctor’s the one who prepares it, wraps it and puts in on the pyre. (Exhaustion - "Doctor Who" s3 finale)

3. Hardy is pretty transparent, Ellie thinks, watching his slim back as he leans against the railing on the upper floor balcony of the station, head bowed, fingers interlocked, ankles crossed. While he can maintain the dead look on his face when he’s questioning potential witnesses, his overall reaction to the case is obvious. (The Shift - "Broadchurch" post s3, sequel to "The runner" below)

4. The day at the beach after Joe’s ‘banishment’ (Ellie prefers the term ‘send-off’) is both joyful and weird. Joyful because they are together, Ellie with her sons, Beth with her family. Weird because Beth does something that isn’t typical for her: she takes Ellie aside and apologises for how she treated Ellie after Joe’s arrest. (The runner - "Broadchurch" pre-s3)

5. One blink and Ciri crashes into something wooden and blue, with a blinking light on its roof and a weird metallic sound coming out of it; she bounces off and lands on the sandy ground, her head spinning, hands and clothes covered in dirt. (The Jump - The Witcher Modern!AU/Doctor Who s2 crossover :) - probably my favourite. This one wrote itself like a movie)

6. “Miss Venger, how long had you been married to Mister Haute?”

“Fifteen years. We divorced two years ago.”

“What was the reason of the divorce?”

“Incorrigible differences.”

“Noticed after fifteen years?”

“After one year, if not sooner.” (Appearances - "The Witcher" modern!AU)

7. “She’s cold, and lifeless. She must have died shortly before we arrived.” (Whumptober 2019 - "The Witcher" - this line is translated from TW3 actually. My whump is more angsty than whumpy and that was the first time I wrote on prompts)

8. “My Lord, we still don't know how Principality Aziraphale and demon Crowley escaped punishment.” (In accordance to... - "Good Omens")

9. Year 1268

[some fragments illegible due to ink smudges and water stains] To the witchers from Kaer Morhen in Kaedwen, by upper reaches of Gwenllech

It is with great sadness and sorrow

that I must inform you

that our mutual acquaintance, [illegible] in arms, dear friend, brother,

witcher Geralt of Rivia, known as the White Wolf

was killed [illegible, later a different ink used] two days ago during the pogrom in Rivia,

while defending the non-humans from the mob.

May [illegible] consolation,

that during his last moments he was surrounded by family and friends. (Bits from the Path - "The Witcher" books and games. The first time I wrote for that fandom in English: translated from "Urywki ze Szlaku" below. Sorry to all the people who watched the Netflix show but haven't read the books. ;) )

10. Siedział przy swoim biurku z głową opartą w dłoniach, palcami zanurzonymi we włosach. Czuł się parszywie. Wielokrotnie sobie powtarzał, że nie powinien, że zrobił wszystko, co mógł, że nie pozostało mu nic innego, jak oddać tę pacjentkę komuś bardziej doświadczonemu... Co za ironia. Ordynator powinien być najbardziej doświadczonym lekarzem na oddziale, a kartę pacjenta przejął jeden z jego podwładnych. (Nic nie rób - "House, MD". One of the two fics written back in 2007/2008. Yes, it's in Polish. Yes, it's a case fic. I was very busy studying dentistry at the time. Sequel to "Stanąć na nogi" below)

11. - Chciałbym zacząć, kiedy stanę na nogi – rzekł wtedy ze spojrzeniem wbitym w podłogę.

- Pański gabinet będzie na pana czekał – skinęła głową. (Stanąć na nogi - "House, MD". Written as the first of two season 0 episodes of the show.)

12. Walsh was wiping the counter and still smiling after Allison's visit, when he heard the door opening. He looked up.

"Delahoy, hi," he greeted. Eric nodded and shook Walsh's hand. He sat heavily by the counter, not looking at Jason. (Secrets - "The Unusuals". There was this short-lived TV show with Jeremy Renner)

13. „Co ja zrobię z winnicą?”, zastanawiał się Geralt, idąc na ciężkich nogach w stronę miejsca w ogrodzie pałacowym, gdzie zostawił Płotkę.

Kiedy kilka godzin wcześniej otrzymał akt nadania mu posiadłości, pierwszym problemem były zwłoki hrabiego de la Croix w piwniczce i strażników na dziedzińcu. Potem, oczywiście, pojawiły się inne, więc kwestia szokująco stałej kwatery została zepchnięta na dalszy plan. (Dom Wiedźmina - "The Witcher" - TW3 game during and after B&W)

14. Jaskier nie zwrócił uwagi na wysokiego, chudego, kompletnie siwego mężczyznę, który kręcił się po rynku. Był zbyt zajęty uderzaniem do pewnej urodziwej panny i potem uciekaniem przed jej braćmi.

Ów wysoki, chudy, kompletnie siwy mężczyzna zwrócił jednak uwagę na Jaskra. I wyłapywał w tłumie jego purpurowy kapelusz z piórem, uśmiechając się do siebie nieco kąśliwie. Siwy chudzielec miał nosa do kłopotów, a ten poecina w purpurze aż się o nie prosił. (Urywki ze Szlaku - "The Witcher" books and games - the beginning of my adventure in that fandom :) )

15. Chas waits for him at the airport.

The patient, reliable, forgiving six foot six and a half inches man, stands by the Arrival gate with his hands in his pockets. Didn't change at all. (Walls crumbling - Constantine (TV)/Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior crossover. Matt Ryan phase :) )

16. “Hello, Molly, can we talk?”

She was tempted to close the door, but Sherlock looked tired and resigned – at least he wasn't high. (Overdue conversations - "Sherlock". I have the last two chapters saved somewhere, I wasn't motivated to post them at the time. People didn't care anyway. Maybe for the better...)

17. When we first met Garry Miller, he was oozing confidence. Even on the photo Bec showed us, there was a little confident smirk on his face. It was a face of a man who knew what he wanted and how he was going to get it. Not to mention, handsome and somewhat exotic. (Crash course - "Blue Water High". I had a Craig Horner phase, too.)

18. They separated when they heard voices coming towards them. They found Richard's belongings in an adjacent chamber. Richard dressed quickly and they set to leave. On their way out they encountered only a few guards who were not hard to fight off. Soon, Richard and Kahlan ran into the woods. (A bit of a coddling - "Legend of the Seeker". Craig Horner phase, as I said. Never finished watching the show.)

19. Solo zdecydowanie wzbudzał emocje.

Pierwsze, co poczuła Gaby, kiedy pojawił się w jej życiu, to irytacja. Amerykanin, ważniak, który coś od niej chciał, nie przedstawił się od razu, nie zdradzał swoich planów, rozbił jej samochód, nie spełnił obietnicy o hoteliku, ugotował risotto śmierdzące stopami (chociaż całkiem smaczne, kiedy wreszcie odważyła się je spróbować). (Nietykalny - "The man from UNCLE")

20. Ostatnich pięć lat „odsiadki” Napoleona zleciało błyskawicznie. Solo by w ogóle przegapił dość ważną datę zakończenia odbywania kary, gdyby nie to, że Waverly pilnował tego terminu lepiej od niego. Na kilka dni przed końcem wyroku przeniósł ich zespół (i siebie) do siedziby U.N.C.L.E. w Nowym Jorku i po cichu zadbał o to, by ich trójka nie miała nic konkretnego – w sensie misji – do roboty. (Okres przejściowy - "The man from UNCLE")

#ask meme #fanfiction #my fic #about me

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2wnikiangel · 4 years ago

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Day 4: Ice / Led

Fandom: Les Misérables/Bídníci Lengt: Oneshot, 3.000+ words Rating: G (General) Warning: None Parning(s): Enjolras/Grantaire Character(s): Enjolras, Grantaire Tag(s): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friendship, Fluff, Pre-relationship, Enjolras Has Feelings, Idiots in Love, Not Beta Read For “Enjoltaire Winter Week” by @enjoltaire-winter-week .

Už z dálky si všiml z��řivé rudého kabátu. Jeho majitel seděl na lavičce u břehu a díval se nepřítomně před sebe. Grantaire přimhouřil oči. Byl si jistý, že zpod černé čepice viděl pár blonďatých pramenů vlasů. Muž vytáhl ruce z kapes – obě měl v černých, elegantních rukavicích – a podíval se na hodinky. Zlaté, zářivé, s rudým kamenem nad číslovkou 12. Tyhle hodinky by poznal naprosto všude. Nosil je—„No to snad ne!“ Byl hlasitější, než zamýšlel. Mladík se otočil a jakmile se jejich oči střetli, blonďáček si hlasitě povzdechl a pozdravil ho: „Grantaire.“ „No to se mi snad jenom zdá, já na tebe narazím prostě všude, a to se říká, že je Paříž velká,“ zasmál se Grantaire, když došel k Enjolrasovi a podíval se mu do očí. x From a distance he noticed a bright red coat. Its owner was sitting on a bench by the shore, looking absently in front of him. Grantaire's eyes narrowed. He was sure he saw a pair of blond strands of hair under his black hat. The man pulled his hands out of his pockets — both in black, elegant gloves — and looked at his watch. Gold, shining, with a red stone above the number 12. He would know this watch everywhere. This belonged to— "Don’t tell!" He was louder than he intended. The young man turned, and as soon as their eyes met, the blond sighed loudly and greeted him, "Grantaire." "Well, it just seems to me, I'll just run into you everywhere, and it's said that Paris is big," Grantaire laughed as he walked over to Enjolras and looked him in the eye.

Read online on AO3 in [czech original] or [english translation].

A/N CZ: Jak jsem slíbila, tak také konám! :) Dnes delší povídka s lepším tématem a i trochu spokojenou autorkou. Na tohle téma jsem se těšila ze všech nejvíce, možná kvůli tomu, že mi bruslení chybí... :)

A/N ENG: As I promised, I did! :) Today a longer story with a better theme and a slightly satisfied author. I was looking forward to this topic the most, maybe because I miss skating ... :)

#les misérables #les mis #les misérables fanfiction #les mis fanfic #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #exr #enjoltairewinterweek #enjoltairewinterweek2020 #enjoltaire winter week #enjoltaire winter week 2020

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duskglass · 6 years ago

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Know any new good Jak and Daxter fanfiction? I'm getting back to it and it feels like I read all the good ones already

notes: all listed fics are Complete unless otherwise noted, and the two Ongoing ones are both recently & actively updating (ie, none of these are abandoned or hiatused). i've also included my own fics as well! i don't normally advertise my fanfic writings on this blog but i figured they're worth a mention too :D

Wayward Sons by Duskglass - Damas & Daxter team up to rescue Jak after he was captured by marauders! lots of action, family bonding, and just a bit of Dad Humour. (ongoing; 4 chapters planned; 2019)

Cascade by Duskglass - big AU where Jak gets stuck in darkmode & has to navigate the events of renegade while looking like a Horrible Demon Monster! featuring lots of exploration of canon themes/settings and a gradual divergence from the in-game plot. (ongoing; 26 chapters planned in pt1 + future sequels; cw for graphic wounds; 2019)

Salvage by Rhinozilla - inexperienced civillians in Haven try to use green eco after a metalhead attack and it goes Horribly Wrong; Keira & Samos & Jak have a lot of work on their hands trying to patch up the victims. (featuring some really cool eco hcs! cw for body horror & graphic wounds; 2018)

What Hides in the Depths by Rhinozilla - Jak and Dax encounter a familiar old enemy in the waters outside Haven City while on a mission at the pumping station. (2018)

Rebuild by Athena_Crikey - Torn works to keep the KG together after Praxis's death. (a new fic by the author of City Boys, which was the very first JnD fic i ever read & still one of my top Torn-centric recs!)

Approval of a Sandking by Meeko - Dadmas & Daxter, my favourite underutilised dynamic!!! set post-3 in a human!dax + dadmas lives au, Dax returns from a mission in the wasteland with some minor injuries & talks with Damas. (2017)

City of Light by Weiila - a Sig-centric story set post-X, where Rayn gets some dirt on him and blackmails him into working for her new criminal syndicate in Kras. (also au where Damas is alive & Dax is human again; 2017)

Exile by Duskglass - oneshot about how Damas and Sig first met, set roughly 20 years pre-canon! (originally posted earlier; new content added as of 2017)

Commander by Varethane - Torn leaves the KG; it doesn't go well. (cw for mob violence & graphic injury; 2015)

Give an Ottsel a Missile by Distantglory - Daxter & Jak & Torn friendship fic, set during the ‘Dax rides the missile’ mission in jak3. (2015)

Strain by Varethane - Jak overloads on dark eco and it's bad for everyone involved; set during renegade. (2015)

Introspective Hero by Weiila - jak3 AU where Dax becomes human again & slowburny jaxter ensues; I'd consider this more action/plot-centric than romance tho, with truly wonderful supporting OCs and an excellent dadmas arc!! my top fav Longfic in this fandom ♡ (ok i know this one was already around way back in the day, but the conclusion still falls into the recentish timeframe of this list)

______annnd I'm gonna toss in my older dadmas favs too, just in case they were missed!! because I honestly can't rec these ones enough:

A Warrior's Way Of Life by Bookwrm389 - Damas & Jak get abducted by aliens Dark Makers and have to fight their way off the spaceship before it departs!

Spartacus Now by Weiila - Jak & Dax hear a story about the time Damas got captured by marauders (alternates between flashbacks of the Action and the duo hearing about it in present-day from various storytellers)

Weathering the Storm by Bookwrm389 - super cute oneshot about Damas and Jak having a mudfight with some Spargan kids! Damas being a silly nerd is my favourite thing ;3;

______((also, usual disclaimer that this is just what i personally enjoy! i prefer gen overall & have a ton of notps in this specific fandom so.... keep that in mind i guess? tho i assume you sent me this ask because my JnD fanart appeals to you– i def look for many of those same themes in fic!))

#jak and daxter #replies

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ab-memoria · 6 years ago

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Long post-

Hey guys...(J&D Fandom)

... I like all the AU's and UA's so many of you have come up with so I came up with one too!! Anyone think brainwashed KG!Keira would dope?

Heartache for days ya know!!!... 😢 AND because I love to suffer I figured I'd share my AU idea with all of youuu!!!

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So for this idea Jak would be pretty much be the same except along the way to getting revenge on the Baron he has to face off against his long lost friend Keira a la Bucky Barnes style. -

Dark Eco Warrior vs. Mind Controlled Super Solider kinda deal!!!!

Ok since Jak's been on a one man campaign to take on the Baron and Erol, he hasn't looked for Keira or Samos at all. He has no idea if they are alive or dead but hasn't given up on the idea of finding them one day. Daxter hasn't seen Keira or Samos either but he knows they have to be alive somewhere and that they'll find them when the time is right...

Then while getting set up for a new mission Torn reveals that the KG have a strange and powerful fighter in their ranks and while Jak is initally dismissive his interests are peaked at the prospects of facing a new enemy. Whoever this new fighter was Jak was going to make them regret messing with him if they decided to do so...

Some time passes and while on a different mission for the Underground to destroy a secret supply line Jak accidentally meets the mysterious new fighter.

... And his heart sinks at the revelation that it's his missing friend. He recognized those eyes the very moment they locked onto his. Why the fuck was she working for the Guard!!!

Jak's pissed, the sweet and sassy girl from the village was gone and had been replaced with some kind of solider, this wasn't the girl he knew but he has his orders and... he can't. Not her - anyone else would be easy to kill but not her...

So while our darkboi is having a quiet mental breakdown Keria raises her weapon at her target and sends out several shots... Quickly recovering from his shock Jak goes down to face Keria then all hell breaks loose they have themselves a good old fashioned gu ...?!?!?Channeler battle!?!?

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So our boi Jak isn't going to be able to mentally deal with the reality that he might have to kill the girl he spent his entire childhood playing with. And that's unfortunate because Keira isn't going to give him much of a choice. She is Alpha now and her objective is clear. Take out Subject Delta - the only survivor of the D.W.P. and then destroy the Underground once and for all.

Lol So pretty much our fav tech head is gonna be an experimental soldier created in secret to take on Jak, she was made as a back up plan to the D.W.P. which would have been a solid idea if the Baron was wise enough to have done it.

But as for the inspiration it was a tie between the Underground!Erol tag and the cutscene in Daxter with Erol and Veger about how everyone except Jak died from Dark Eco that made me think about an alternative warrior.

So our villain in the AU is going to be Veger because of course, he has his obsession with light eco and not liking the D.W.P. to begin with. That alone would give him a reason to have a back up plan in case Jak failed. To show Erol up and to have his own solider at his beck and call.

My plot plan was that he found Keira through some old security camera recordings. He was trying to look for the missing Kid by retracing his steps but he accidentally saw Keira be spat out from the blast that Jak also came from. So Veger had his goons look for her to take in. She was in the process of rebuilding the Rift Rider at the Stadium so Veger has his lackeys take that too and even if she can't channel he know she can be broken enough to be of some use.

It's a win-win for him.

The Underground deems her a high level threat at some point and they want Jak to take her out. But Jak can't disconnect the girl from the solider. And Older Samos can't find it in himself to have his own daughter killed. So it leaves them at a stand still on what to do about the girl which is perfect for the Baron because he isn't going to lose his newest and most effective solider anytime soon.

Then Ashelin gets put with Keira for some time and it quickly becomes apparent to Ashelin that something isn't right with her new squad memeber and she begins to investigate Keira's origins. After a short time the red head finds secret documents through an old corrupted computer server detailing parts of Keira's creation. It becomes a moral dilema to Torn ... Can he order the execution of a 16 year old brainwash girl?

Unfortunately Veger isn't stupid enough to leave anything incriminating that would lead back to him so for a while he's not suspected of anything.

But he's not without a plan in case Keira also fails.

Several Key Phrases have been ingrained in Keira's mind to keep her under control but there is also memory wipe code that will partially remove traces of the solider program so she won't be able to recall anything from before she was taken. It's a fail safe incase anyone thinks about using her with the current codes. Her mind can be reset with new codes and phrases later on.

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Her powers might be Light Eco based or the original red, blue, green, yellow set with advanced powers I'm not dead set on it cause I'm trying to figure how much plot I can take from Jak 3 for this.

Maybe Seem found an opened Light Eco vent at the Monk Temple and Veger used that to create his own light warrior or that Veger discovered that the four colors combined make a synthetic light eco type?

And apart from being Veger's new toy she also creates weapons for the KG and the Baron. So the new armored Hellcats, guard armor, and mini deathbots were made by her in this AU which would be cool as heck.

So these were my thoughts and if you wanna talk J&D with me you can totally message me here. ❤

#jak and daxter #keira hagai #jak mar #KG!Keira #AU's and such #ab-memoria #plot buns and such #just an au idea i had #pls let me know if you think its a fun story idea :D

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rhinocio · 6 years ago

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Voltron Fic Recommendations

Unsurprisingly, I’ve hooked my attention onto a new fandom of space gays, and boy oh boy has this series turned up some phenomenal stories.

Back With A Madness (Champion) by Mytay (Keith/Lance, Shiro/Matt -- Action/Adventure)

Lance gets himself mixed up in an underground fight club tournament in a bid to protect a local family and one by one draws the rest of the team into the fray, leading to extensive anxiety, battle practice, espionage and rigging, and way too many cryopod visits for a growing boy.

Has the most unique romantic confession scene I’ve ever seen in fanfiction, a healthy heaping of platonic affection between all characters, fun OCs, and an intreguing subplot involving Shiro and a clone.

The Dreaming Dark by Pterodotyl (Keith/Lance -- Thriller/Adventure)

The Garrison Trio comprise a deep sea explorative team tasked with diving 14,000 metres into the Kraydah Trench in search of answers as to what happened to the Kerberos Mission, and in doing so discover something a little more... monsterous.

By far the most well-researched story I have ever read. The author is a sweetheart and crafts amazingly cinematic scenes, and there’s a curious political subplot simmering in the background. The character interactions are gold, and things shift between fine and terrible so quick you can’t put the fic down. Lance has the voice of a chipmunk for two chapters. A close second on my Coolest Story Ever list.

Goodnight, Travel Well by Europa_report (Keith/Lance, Shiro/Allura -- Horror/Thriller)

The team discover a silent planet with a terrifying history, and awaken something with a very deep-seated grudge. Caught in a 400 day countdown until certain doom and with their leader missing, the paladins are stuck desperately searching for a way to defeat all-encompassing evil while handling undead invaders, an ancient curse, uncontrollable wormholing, and a baby.

Witty, wildly inventive, harrowing and so absolutely endearing in the character affection department that each new chapter makes me cry at least once. Tops my Coolest Story Ever list for its absolute complexity and complete deviation from the fanfiction norm. Cinematic to a fault. Heartbreakingly romantic and sweat-inducing terrifying. This is not a fic to pass by.

Ghost of The Future and Shadow of The Past by Wittyy_name and Zizzani (Keith/Lance -- Adventure/Romance)

In a freak ancient tech accident, Lance is launched exactly a year back in time... and his past self is launched a year forward. These two fics run concurrently, and between all the avoidance of “spoilers” by each team and the standard run of missions with one very out of place paladin, it becomes very obvious that doing the time warp is not good for a person, especially when you do it again.

I’m a sucker for loop distortion anyway, but these two stories really stretch the concept by creating two parallel event sequences that effect each other in real time. The romance is heavy, the paradoxes mind-bending, and the these fics get bonus points for being the final push I needed to start learning Spanish.

Homesick At Space Camp by Kobot (Keith/Lance -- Drama/Romance)

After realizing that Lance’s antagonism has been keeping Keith from really connecting with the team, he makes it his solemn duty to be the Best Possible Teammate, even if that means sticking his foot halfway down his throat and roping them into pretending to be lovers for the sake of avoiding Keith’s engagement to an alien.

Absolutely hilarious chapter titles, solid characterization, and a play on the fake relationship trope that’s quite grounded and realistic. Charming and sweet. Lots of dancing, an epic final battle worthy of the Jak series, and an exceptional butt-ton of all over gay.

Nothing’s Quite As Sweet by Dimpleforyourthoughts (Keith/Lance, Shiro/Allura -- Drama/Romance)

Keith works at a the world’s worst cafe due to debt and a simple lack of anything going on in his life; Lance works four different jobs and also across the street. Cats ensue.

Honestly this is the perfect coffee shop AU, no challenge. Have you been having a shitty day? Do you like soft non-sexual romance stories? Are you the opposite of a dog person? Look no further. Side effects include great need to snugglebum it up with gourmet lattes and overwhelming sense of hope for your own potential to change someone’s world.

Never Saw You Coming by Dimpleforyourthoughts (Keith/Lance -- Biography/Drama)

Keith has always been ready to run, to reach the stars, and to die, more or less in that order. Lance Fucking McClain repeatedly throws wrenches into all three of those ideas.

Repeat contender DFYT is back again because my dudes I couldn’t show you the soft fic without its bookender. Part Keith exposition and part romance story, this one is heartaching to a fault and pulls no punches. The rough and tumble idiot boys in love poem you’ve been hunting for.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by Klancekorner (Keith/Lance -- Drama/Romance)

They’ve been wheeling around each other since first grade, always with one foot in the other’s orbit, no matter the fights or fears or losses. Keith realizes he’s fallen in the same way the moon would if it arced too close to the Earth -- quickly, irreparably, and ending in disaster.

This seems to be an AU that already has a reputation, and for good reason. The song I Found by Amber Run encapsulates its core emotion, by which I mean the scenes are well-suited to a prime-time YA drama, and that at its heart this fic is daringly romantic. The author builds characters from the ground up and fleshes them out so fully that they might as well have called the entire cast OCs with canon name tags. I got weepy, I admit it.

The Purity of Sin by IcyPanther (Platonic Keith/Lance -- Action/Drama)

Being kept away from their lions and trapped on a hostile desert planet of short, angry cat-people would be difficult enough had they not gotten Lance wrapped up in sacrificial cult magic with a three day countdown. Thankfully, Keith is nothing if not determined to keep them both alive, no matter the cost or consequences.

Talk about a whump fic, but one with some solid worldbuilding, good characterization, and a satisfying, fit-for-TV climax. Great for those times you want affection and care between your characters but none of the romance. Allura cosplays as a cat.

#klance #voltron #vld #fic recs #platonic klance #shatt #shallura #hey look my system is getting even more organized #I'm telling you guys this fandom has some RAD COOL writing hot damn

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lightmimic-a · 6 years ago

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name. sara

nickname/s. rain, mostly! occasionally rainbow, That Motherfucker. i was called frieda thru all of middle school. couldnt tell u why.

height. 5′7″

nationality. american, tragically.

favourite fruit(s). not a big fruit gal tbh. i guess grapes?

favourite season. spring

favourite scents. vanilla / honey / toffee…sweet shit.

favourite animals. cats and elephants

tea, coffee, hot cocoa. none of the above, tho cocoa if i had 2 pick.

average hours of sleep. its been 7ish lately!

when my blog was created. uh……….Recent

random fact. i need a haircut

favourite food. really good vanilla ice cream

favourite t.v. shows. i dont watch a lotta tv tbh. lately ive been binging tidying up with marie kondo!

favourite movie. howl’s moving castle

favourite vine. i brought u frankincense….thank u….and i brought u myrrh…thank u….MURDER!! judas no —

sexuality. bi, very strong preference for women and women - aligned peeps

pronouns. she / her !

favourite book series. t - twilight…..the nostalgia value is insanely powerful. i also just dont read a lot, to be honest, so my choices are limited. i’ve been wanting to revisit the pendragon series.

favourite video game(s). jak and daxter!!

favourite band(s). daughter, gregory and the hawke, gorillaz, studio killers, emilie autumn, a great big world.

favourite subject. i havent been in school 4 a yr pls dont make me think abt it.

last time i cried. a few days ago

what i should be doing. fixing up ye olde resume

favourite fandom. i dunno, the kh fandom has been pretty fun so far!! i do miss the sonic fandom. very friendly.

tagged by. @thalassus whomst i love more than the stars!!

tagging. my bff @lightnull and whoever hasnt already done it!

#ooc.#mun.#hewwo

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legendaryroar · 6 years ago

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20/20

Tagged by @beelsebutt, thank you hun!! =D

Rules: Answer 20 questions then tag 20 followers you wanna get to know better!

Name: Zoe

Nickname: Don’t have one, except bestie calls me ‘nerd’ more often than my name XD

Height: 5′2″

Nationality: Kiwi! (That’s being from New Zealand for those not aware)

Favorite Fruit: Cherries! (but literally ALL the fruits)

Favorite Season: Autumn (it would be spring, but I’m allergic to it)

Favorite Smell: Lavender, freshly ground coffee, freshly cut grass, the fresh clean smell after rain, vanilla, daffodils, to name a few

Favorite Color: PURPLE

Favorite Animal: Wolf!!

Tea, Coffee, Hot Cocoa: Coffee (but also love Tea)

Average hours of sleep: 4-6 (on a good day)

Dogs or Cats: Cats (but also Dogs!!)

Dream Trip: Lots of places, I want to see a lot of things it’s hard to pick!

When my blog was created: Sept 7th, 2017

# of followers: 105 =D just hit my first milestone on my blog birthday!!

Random Fact: (about myself? or...?) I like to crochet, cross-stich and embroider =)

Favorite Food: Hmmmm fruits for sure

Favorite TV Show: Ugh um, Gilmore Girls, Voltron, Black Sails, Star Trek...to name a few, I’m probably forgetting some big favs...my memory is shit, I also love a lot of period dramas...

Favorite Movie: Ugh too many!! I’m a big sci-fi nerd, so heaps of those!!

Favorite Vine: I don’t know vines...

Sexuality: *deep breath* aromantic panaesthetic greysexual (because I have anxiety about calling myself ace and getting shot down soooo, grey it is)

Gender: Female

Favorite Book Series: Harry Potter

Favorite Video Games: ooh, Final Fantasy, Mass Effect is up there (just finished ME2!!), Kingdom Hearts, Darksiders, Ratchet & Clank, Jak & Daxter, SPYRO, Assassins Creed, to name a few

Favorite Subject: All the sciences tbh, but I have a BSc with a double major in Microbiology & Immunology and Zoology and I really fucking miss those subjects, I also have a DipGrad in Anthropology & Archaeology and I did various other subjects while at Uni as just one or two papers here and there and loved them all (Psychology, Food Science/Nutrition, Ecology, Bioanthropology).

Man, even though it was so hard with my terrible memory and brain fog (and what I now know was fibromyalgia fucking with me pre-diagnosis) I really loved all the genetics in Microbiology, esp the viral genetics, and all the biochemistry therein (always did prefer it to regular chemisty) so fucking fascinating. The biochem and genetics of the immune system was also like whoa, so fucking fascinating even if I could never remember the names of anything even if I could otherwise remember how the cascades worked XD

And my fav part of Zoology was my behavioural evolutionary ecology paper, especially the parts on parasites and symbiotic interactions. Parasites and animal behaviour definitely my fav there!! Animals are endlessly interesting!!

Damn...I just really miss studying =(

Favorite Fandoms: Hmmmm Voltron (properly curated to avoid the toxicity of course), Harry Potter, BBC Merlin (love getting my feels stabbed without warning on my dash, so much beautiful angst!!! and the fandom is full of such lovely people!!), Marvel, Star Wars, to name a few =)

Favorite Superhero: Hmmmm I really love Tony Stark tbh and I’m blanking on anyone else even though there are heaps more but that’s all that’s coming to mind cos @beelsebutt said him so I’m like ‘yassssssss’ XD

Guys or Girls: Girls

Celebrity Crush: eh, no one

Last Time I Cried: Couple of days before my birthday sooo ~6th of Aug? I only cry about once a year or so cos I bottle shit up, and it’s always a massive breakdown XD first big cry after my fibromyalgia diagnosis though XD fucking pushed me into a flare right in time for my birthday, I was so pissed cos I had to cancel birthday plans to go to the Antarctic Center =(

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: They look dark grey/blue (often look grey/green actually) but when you shine a light on them they’re blue with yellow/gold around the pupil =)

So...blue?

What should I be doing: Writing my 2 Sapphic September fics for the day XD but both prompts today are AUs and I’m not really into writing/reading AUs but I wanna challenge myself so I’m gonna try but also, haaaaaard. So I’m procrastinating XD

Hmmm who to tag, definitely not 20 people XD I’m just gonna pick a few people I know and take some more from my notifications

um @nightrobins, @luddlestons, @rockmarina, @aceiato @ignitesthestars @ukeobsessed @kunfetti @krysblack @ghostmoonchild

But of course feel free to ignore if you don’t want to do it

and likewise if anyone wants to but I didn’t tag them, just do it anyway and say i did XD

#tag game #about me #*

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? harem pants

When was the last time you laid in bed with someone else? few days ago

Do you ever give things away to your friends? yes but don’t ask me to give you my stuff, that’s just rude :( Does it make you uncomfortable when your parents talk about finding people attractive? they never do that unless my mom tries to tell me how she wished I look like lol Is there anyone’s friendship or relationship, in particular, that makes you jealous? I envy straight priviledge Have you ever made a friendship pact with someone, where you pricked your fingers and became blood-bonded? creepy, wouldn’t do that

Have you ever been to Pride? nope If you are a part of a certain fandom, is there a rivalry between your fandom and another one (e.g., Lady Gaga fans vs. Katy Perry fans or Marvel vs. DC)? I don’t feel it personally How many people would you say you are close with? just a couple Do you ever have smell hallucinations? I believe If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption? I’d be happy Is there something that you did not used to take seriously, that you either now take seriously or wish that you had in the past (e.g., a relationship that you miss, your education, etc.)? possibly Are you physically affectionate with your friends? nah When you were in middle school and high school, did you witness a lot of bullying? How did the teachers react to name-calling or violence? I was a victim and teachers didn’t care If there is a specific celebrity (or two, or three!) that you dislike, is it because of petty reasons or is it because they’ve done something absolutely damning in your mind? depends Do you ever find yourself making negative comments about other people’s appearances, whether it’s people you dislike or even just people on tv? yep

Have you seen any Tim Burton movies?: sure, his Batman was the best Sleep with just one pillow?: one’s usually not enough

Ever used a dream catcher? If so, did it work? I trashed it Ever woke up crying?: yeah

Do you own a white pair of shorts? my mother found my old jean shorts this week but I don’t plan on wearing them any time soon

When is the person you like birthday? next year, March

Do you like 3D movies? can’t watch them, they make me sick, I only see red and blue around 2D stuff that is going on the screen

How many windows/tabs are open on your computer right now? 6 with this one

Is there someone you wish you were closer with? grandma

^What’s stopping you from being closer with them? personal

Has someone ever accused you of not being creative enough? that happened

Are you listening to music? Prince How are you temperature-wise? 37,3 as I just ate hot food and I feel sick

Do you worry about how you will look when you’re older? not really Will you try to stay youthful for as long as possible? In some ways. What will you think when you look back on your current self? omg How old would you say you act? it varies Who is one person you could never live without? we can live without everybody but I don’t wanna/can not imagine living without my father and my current partner

What are the last three songs you listened to? Royal & the Serpent - Overwhelmed

Steven Wilson - Pariah feat. Ninet Tayeb

Ashnikko - Daisy

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? how...

Do you like sour candy? not a fan

How far away is / was your bus stop for middle school?: it was close so I was walking there

Do you chew on pencils? Or just the eraser?: neither, yuk

When you were little, did you ever think fog was scary?: I like fog

Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? mmm

Have you held hands with anyone lately? I have

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? they are

Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? don’t feed my paranoia

does the song you’re listening to/last heard evoke any emotion for you?: yep

What profession do you respect? for example - firefighters *I actually don’t respect doctors and nurses, sorry not sorry

Have you ever ate something you’ve dropped on the floor, if so what? when I was in pre-school I was pushed and lost my cucumbers from a sandwich and I picked them up and ate and then I got very ill so... do not recommend

How do you know when you’re in love, what’s the main sign? one of the sings is me being extra patient towards someone I have a crush on

What is the most important thing you can do to improve yourself? I’m trying!

Are you more worried about doing the things right, or doing the right thing? doing the right thing is more important to me because who cares if I do the wrong thing right? it won’t be right anyway

Do you believe in the term “Mother knows best? umm no sorry mom

If you were to throw a message in a bottle into the ocean, it would say? not sure

How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? love

Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? no, not my thing

What 3 songs will always be found at the top of your playlist? it changes every now and then

If you could cast a spell on someone what spell would you cast and on who? can I cast a healing spell on myself?

What is the funniest joke you have ever heard about? Siedzi sobie sroka na sośnie, a tu niespodziewanie do sosny podchodzi krowa i zaczyna się wspinać. Sroka w szoku obserwuje jak krowa powolutku siada koło niej na gałęzi. Wreszcie pyta krowę: - Krowa, co ty robisz? - No przyszłam sobie wisienek pojeść. - Ty Krowa... ale to jest sosna, a nie wiśnia. - Spoko... Wisienki mam w słoiczku! Who depends on you the most? don’t ask me

Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? sexy! if only I was taller

Has one of your biggest fears come true? came true

Have you ever ridden on a subway or train an what did you like about it? hard to explain

What embarrasses you instantly? what doesn’t...

What current event are you tired of hearing about? covid

How do you encourage yourself when you go through hard times? depends

Do you think people, including yourself live up to their full potential? sadly not

How are you different from most people? in plenty of ways

What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? adopting a baby instead of breeding (not that everyone who adopts is a good parent but it makes you better than having your own kid in my opinion)

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fyodorsuggestions · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @fy-soukoku

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

My A03 username, and main blog and twitter and facebook and freaking discord and literally every single thing is Darke_Eco_Freak either with hyphens, spaces or underscores and basically I was an edgy 11 year old who loved Jak II and the concept of the evil version of the protag Jak. Only I wanted to be extra Edge™ so I added an extra E to dark.

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

Hits: Sex Pollen isn’t a real Thing (it was one of the first smuts I wrote and it’s kinda bad now whoops)

Kudos: Sex Pollen again

Comments: T(w)o Me, Fo(u)r Us, or as I call it 2/4

Subs: 2/4

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

It’s been Virus from this piece of art for some months now. Why? Because Kat made it and I love it a lot so you know

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

Um damn, I haven’t gotten regular comments in a few months except from my friends whom I spam with my many many fics. I’m actually in another fandom I made another archive account for because reasons but yeah. My friends are my fave

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

I haven’t actually read fic in a while, there’s one or two Daredevil ones I think about but I don’t go back and re-read, my attention span’s been pretty shit for a while.

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

I’m not subbed to anyone but I have bookmarked 6 fics

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

None really. My latest fandom isn’t really open for AU’s, well written Au’s at least and yes I’m forever salty over that. Hmm, if there’s one I like to toy with though it’s Evil AU’s, you know the villain turns bad AU? Love em

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

Subs: 465

Bookmarked: 2133

I don’t really care though because A) I’ve been in a lot of fandoms since 2014 and I know most ppl are here for the porn as per comments on said porn.

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

Idgaf. I’ve written necro, cannibalism, torture porn, self-insert stuff. Honestly I dump most of what my other fandom wouldn’t accept on this one. Plus Fyodor is a very easy character to manipulate for me so it’s always fun.

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

I’d like to be better about my chaptered fics, not abandoning them and things like that. Also, action scenes, I want to get better at those.

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

I multiship myself to hell. For this fandom I write whatever catches my eye because I don’t know the characters all that well? The running meme of me not watching the show is still a thing. In my other fandom, I’m one of the few writers around and I write every single ship I can think of cause I can.

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

One my darke account: 73, on my other account; 10 but I post a lot to tumblr and don’t really cross post all that much.

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

I can’t tell you that because I just keep huge word docs around but for the year I’ve written about 600 k so that’s cool.

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

I just write off the top of my head most of the time, I’ll talk out a plot with a friend sometimes but otherwise it’s just whatever I feel as the day goes.

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

I have, two, soon to be three.

16. How did you discover AO3?

I think I saw someone on ff.net mention it and I started looking at the site.

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

Fuck no lol. I’m here writing the rarest of pairs and writing oc/characters, not to mention in first person sometimes and those tags alone mean ppl won’t read. Eh, I’m just posting to archive to bolster the number of fics a character has tbh. (this is for BSD fandom but I’ve never been a popular/famous author in any fandom)

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Umm, half the time I’m not sure I have ppl beyond friends who read my fics so yeah.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

I’d say Lakshmi Persad, a local author. Mostly because I hated having to do that book in lit class and wanted to do better than her.

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

If you want it, make it. I’m serious, don’t count on anyone to make the content you want to see, do it yourself and people might follow suit, if not, at least you made it. Hella.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

I finish stories and still have no idea if I figured them out or not.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

I’ve gotten a few, mostly I ignore them. But there was this one fic, it wasn’t for anyone but me and I shouldn’t have posted it at all but I did and someone told me that the characterization was completely wrong for the character I was writing and I ended up leaving the fic alone for months and months. I got back to it eventually but I’m not sure if I’ll ever finish that fic tbh.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

Action gives me joint pain. I just how do you make it flow?

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

I want it All

Deathless Sleep

Missing Pages

Five times he fell

Divine(d) Visions

2/4

Many lil drabbles and sexy times.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

I can’t plan to save my life

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

It used to be 300 a day now it’s 2k because apparently I hate myself. Most of the time I meet it, between the two fandoms I write for daily so yay.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

Absolutely.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Step back Through Time and Remember my Touch, definitely those two. One’s the original fic and the other is the sequel. Best things I wrote all year

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

Maybe Gone, that’s a really old one but god the cringe.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Hopefully I figured out those damn action scenes.

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

I think bringing the characters to life in my own head is the easiest thing.

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Not letting lack of feedback get to me cause I’m not writing popular shit, I don’t expect it but god damn it gets discouraging as fuck to see something I worked hard on just kinda flop and drown.

33. Why do you write?

I can’t do anything else and crave validation like the attention whore I am.

I’m tagging @chuuyasuggestions @kyusakusuggestions um idk who has archive shit. If you follow me and you see it, you have to do it okay?

#dear lord #all my opm stuff was popping #but that was about 2 years ago almost?#jesus #it's been a while

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