#i will try my hardest to have an event drabble out tomorrow

[seoulmatez]

my issue is that i always think “i’ll just write tonight” and then tonight rolls around and i’m eepy

[missredherring]

Given a Name

Oberyn Martell x Fat!Female Reader x Ellaria Sand

Rating: T

Word Count: 1127

Summary: "This would be your greatest indulgence?" He asks, the edges of his beautiful mouth curling into a pleased grin.

How like a man to inflate his importance. It’s a pity that he isn’t wrong.

This will be my greatest selfishness.

Contents: Angst. Mentions of canon character deaths. Allusions to Greek mythology cos I'm a nerd. Reader chooses a name for herself.

A/N: this fic is part of @wannab-urs Hozier Drabble challenge! I was given the prompt of "To Someone From a Warm Climate” + Oberyn.

(I know the prompt was just for Oberyn, but I could never exclude Ellaria. 😔)

Thanks for putting this together, Gin! It was a lot of fun to puzzle over.

I love Isekais.

Not beta read; all errors are my own.

General Interest Tags: @oonajaeadira @perotovar @psychedelic-ink @prolix-yuy @covetyou @morallyinept @undercoverpena @janaispunk

You've failed.

There are two nights and three days left until Oberyn Martell will meet his end at the hands of Gregor Clegane. When his hubris finally gets the best of him and stills his quick feet.

The knowledge has been a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach all night.

You managed to survive the long, dark nights until the sun of the Dornish banner broke over the horizon and filled you with something that felt like hope.

You thought that the hardest thing you’d have to do when you found yourself in the Seven Kingdoms was to secure safety and shelter. Ironically, the excess fat on your body is something out of the ordinary in a world where the people starve regularly and weight is seen as a luxury only the wealthy can afford.

It wasn’t hard to catch Oberyn’s eye, but it was difficult to prove your worth with your mind instead of your body. You can only thank whatever gods are listening that events are unfolding along plot lines you’re familiar with. Foreknowledge is a weapon you’ve learned to wield well.

Ever since joining the Prince’s retinue on the road to King’s Landing and the dark fate that waited there, you’ve been trying to find a way to change his mind on the matter. But as the days went by and as each suggestion was batted away, you accepted the grim truth that Oberyn is not a man to be lured away from his convictions. Any thoughts of changing this destiny have been abandoned. The wound was too deep and scarred his poet's heart irreparably.

"May I join you tonight, my prince?" You ask when the plates are taken away and more wine is set out.

Oberyn gives you his full attention, interest sparking the banked lust that’s always glowing in his eyes. His languid body perks up, sitting straight in his seat for a moment before he gets to his feet to refill his goblet.

“Oh? Are you finally accepting our invitation?”

“If it is still offered, I would like nothing more.” The lie tastes bitter on your tongue. There are things you’d like more: his acceptance of your council of his duel with the Mountain, indoor plumbing, antibiotics, and a safe way home to name a few.

Tomorrow night will be for Oberyn and Ellaria, but tonight… you can ask for tonight for yourself.

“Of course. But I cannot continue to call you by title only if we are to be lovers, my soothsayer.”

The true intention of filling his own goblet is clear: he has halved the distance between you by moving to the sideboard. It only takes two of his long strides to reach you, and his hand suddenly trailing over the back of your chair makes the hair on the back of your neck prickle with awareness.

"Cassandra." You offer him the name and he latches on to it.

“Cassandra.” He says.

Oberyn runs a finger over the exposed skin of your shoulder, and you feel the line as clearly as if he had drawn it with a quill. His touches before had been kept to what politeness allowed: brushes of his fingers against yours and the fleeting press of his mouth to the back of your hand. But now at your request he’s testing you, seeing if the boundaries have truly moved or if this is another of your tactics.

His eyes watch your face as that finger follows the neckline of your dress, pausing just at the swell of your breast before turning, going down your arm to take your hand, and gently commanding you to stand.

“Cassandra,” He repeats the name, rolling it over his tongue and changing the pronunciation with his accent. He pulls it apart, putting the syllables back together in a Dornish fashion, and you wish it was that easy to relieve the name of its burden.

Every time he says it is another press on the bruise of your heart. He catches your flinch and tilts his head.

How can a man blinded by his revenge see you so clearly?

"That is not your given name."

"It's as true a name for me as any of the things I have told you." You say, trying to keep the frustration from your voice.

He has taken your council about the events leading up to the death of King Joffrey, but the opportunity to finally avenge Elia has presented itself at his feet, deafening him to any suggestion that would turn him from that doomed path.

The conversation about his quest for revenge has been hashed out many times at this point. Oberyn is so close to one ending that he cannot, or will not, see the paths to other options.

“I’ve decided to finally give in to your temptations, Oberyn. To indulge in my desires.” You say, feeling a little relieved when he smiles. He likes the idea, the stroke to his ego, as you knew he would. You’re just glad the allure of a body like yours hasn’t lessened over the time you’ve spent together.

"This would be your greatest indulgence?" He asks, the edges of his beautiful mouth curling into a pleased grin.

How like a man to inflate his importance. It’s a pity that he isn’t wrong.

This will be my greatest selfishness.

"Yes. It would be even greater if Ellaria joined us." It’s daring, to demand them both like this, but he would never deny Ellaria anything she wished. You both turn to her for an answer.

Just like the Prince, it has been too easy to fall under the charms of his paramour. She is his equal in every way that matters, including your regard.

Ellaria watches you with dark worried eyes, and you have to steel yourself against the urge to weep. You want to beg for her forgiveness. Apologize for not being able to give more warning than the dread she already feels. Will you turn from me, when all is said and done? When he’s nothing but a broken corpse on the stadium floor, will you leave me behind? Will you forget me in the chaos of the aftermath?

You hold your other hand out to her in invitation, and try to keep your face steady when she makes a soft noise of delight.

Oberyn’s mouth is warm on your temple. He only turns your head away from Ellaria when he cannot wait any longer to take your mouth in a searing kiss.

You will give them the pleasure of your body, allow yourself to rest your mind in a tangle of limbs, and let this memory be the last golden rays of your Dornish sunset as the uncertain night waits beyond the windows.

[shingia]

hello angel <33 for the weekly prompt can i get suna+👭

is this me subtly but not so subtly asking you to fuel my 'suna&suna's sister vs suna's s/o&suna's sister' brainrot it seems i'm always bringing up w/you?? well yeah. AKSJAJ THEIR NEW SIBLING DYNAMIC WOULD BE SO CUTE and i wanna see where you take it 🥰🥰 (but you do whatever you want with that emoji omg i dont want to pressure you love)

ahHHH PLZ THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER LET’S NEVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THE SUNA SIBLINGS 😭 also, i kinda didn’t respect the event because this is definitely not a drabble, i wrote a whole ass fic but i just couldn’t help myself oopsie 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

fun fact : i was brushing my teeth when i read your request for the first time and i gasped so loud that i swallowed half of my toothpaste. so not a fun experience but the request itself? pure gold 💘😫💘 

⇢ suna x f!reader | fluffy + wholesome sibling dynamic | word count : 1.5K 💀

if ever asked, suna rintarō would say that the list of his flaws was pretty average.

like many people, he was terrible at remembering birthdays, his bedroom was an absolute mess most of the time and he always pushed the door when the sign said to pull.

however, there was one flaw he had always prided himself for not having, and that was jealousy.

but he never would’ve thought that saying this out loud only once would mark the start of an infallible alliance between the two girls who mattered most to him.

« yeah no, i’m not buying it. » his sister had stated, arms crossed ever since you had burst in her room to tell her about the claims of her brother « we’re talking about the guy who used to cry when it was my turn to ride our tricycle. i’m telling you, he’s mad jealous. we just have to create an opportunity for him to show it… »

and from this discussion was born your clever yet childishly simple plan.

you and suna had been hanging out in his bedroom for about thirty minutes now, you lying down on his bed and him sitting at his desk, deliberately ignoring his homework for tomorrow.

leaning against the black wooden headboard, you immediately straightened up with a poorly dissimulated smile on your lips as the long-awaited message of his sister popped on your screen.

‘ok, i’m behind the door. don’t forget to turn your sound on’

you chuckled silently ; how could you forget when the whole purpose of this was for suna to hear every single one of the notifications she was about to bombard you with ?

scrolling down on his phone with one knee scrunched up to his chest, your poor boyfriend had absolutely no idea of what was coming at him.

suddenly, your phone started profusely ringing and vibrating at every single message that his sister was hastily sending from the other side of the door on your left. but if you had expected to receive them, you definitely had not expected to laugh so much.

‘you know’ ‘sometimes i look at you two’ ‘and i’m thinking WHY’ ‘i mean, take a good look at him’ ‘you seriously look at my brother and think « yup. that’s the one, right there »’ ‘how?’ ‘WHY?’ ‘his scoliotic-looking ass ?’ ‘his nonexistent cooking skills ?’ ‘i don’t get it’

suna’s head had jerked up after the fourth message, mostly out of surprise because he knew you usually did not have your sound on. but just as he was about to throw a pencil at you and ask you to turn it off, something piqued his curiosity. well, maybe more than just curiosity.

that smile on your lips was definitely not the kind of smile you had while reading texts from your friends…

with one eyebrow lifted, he put both feet on the floor and rested his elbows on his thighs, « who is it ? » he asked as nonchalantly as possible.

bingo, you thought without even trying to dissimulate the grin that started spreading on your lips. but you kept your eyes on the screen, which was now being flooded by messages about how you had ‘done the hardest part’.

« so you’re just not gonna answer me ? » he asked again, jaw clenched and right leg impatiently bouncing up and down. as much as he loved and cherished each of your smiles, he could not help but feel conflicted about the one that was plastered on your face right now.

was it selfish to be angry at the thought that someone other than him could make you look so happy ? probably…

hearing the irritation in his tone, you finally looked up from your phone, just long enough to formulate your answer. « just a friend » you shrugged, your indifferent tone contrasting with the obvious contentment in your eyes « you don’t know him anyways ».

and just as you had planned, that was the last straw. 

suna had never been a fast walker, but for some reason that you could easily guess, he covered the distance between his desk and his bed in a split second.

« well, introduce me then » he stated, half sat on the mattress with his green eyes staring right into yours. he was more than ready to make sure you would not ignore him again.

« rin, we’re talking about something else right now » you sighed, still carefully hiding the screen from him « i’m not interrupting our conversation to introduce you ».

his brows that had been lifted in surprise up until now suddenly went down in a frown, like the weight of his suspicions had suddenly doubled. 

« fine, then i’ll interrupt it myself » he declared just before stretching out his arm to grab your phone. you let out a startled gasp - but your reflexes were quick enough for you to dodge his hand by leaning back until your head met his pillow.

but suna was strong-willed when it came to you. and he did not stop until his body was hovering over yours, his hands pinning your arms to the mattress with a victorious smirk that only lasted a second before giving way to a worried pout.

« if you wanna break up with me, do it now » he told you, his voice much lower than before. it almost sounded like a last warning while his fingers were finally grabbing hold of your phone.

your jaw dropped at his words, because there was absolutely no way you had heard him correctly, right ? were a few texts enough for him to fear that you might want to break up with him ? since when was he so insecure ?

« oh my god, rin i’m so sorry » you gave up, letting out a distressed chuckle that surprised him enough to let go of your arms. your hands immediately found their way to his cheeks, squeezing them so hard that he had trouble articulating his next words, a short yet efficient « what the fuck ? ».

on your left, the door suddenly slammed open as the silhouette of his sister appeared at the corner of your eyes. « yeah, what the fuck ?! we almost had him ! » she exclaimed, fists planted on her hips. there was an absolutely scandalized look in her eyes, that looked so much like her brother’s. « oh and for the love of god rin, get off of her ! » she added, looking away until he accepted to sit back down on the bed.

it only took suna a glance to his sister’s phone screen to understand what you two had been up to. he knew this day would happen sooner or later, the day where a dreaded alliance would finally see the light of day : his sister and girlfriend plotting together against him was only logical given how much he picked on the both of you.

« i hate you, you know that ? » he sighed, his gaze alternating between the two of you.

« pfft, no you don’t » his sister scoffed, quickly grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his face before walking away. but suna’s reflexes were just as good as yours and he easily caught it with his hand before throwing it right back at her, with about twice as much force.

« CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR WHEN YOU LEAVE ! » he yelled. but the only answer he got from her was a bold middle finger, that he cursed himself for teaching her when she was only four. 

on a normal day, he would probably have run after her and dragged her back here so that she could properly close the damn door. but his mind was elsewhere today. and as his eyes darted back to you, you understood that you were not going to get with this so easily.

with a short sigh followed by a click of the tongue, he grabbed your ankles and pulled them towards his body, bringing you much closer. the victorious grin on his lips was lasting much longer this time.

« hey, i thought you were supposed to hate me ? » you teased, turning your head when he inched his face towards yours.

« yeah well i thought you were supposed to be on my side, not hers…» he retaliated, resting his elbows on both side of your head. it was hard for him to look annoyed, because although he would probably never voice it, your friendship with his sister was the best thing that could have happened to him.

with a roll of the eyes, you joined your hands behind his large back and, after admiring his features for a little while, placed a loud kiss on his chin.

suna looked down at you, perplexed as to why on earth you would kiss his chin when his lips were so close. but he made it right less than a second later, as you finally let him kiss the smile he had been so worried about earlier.

and as a strand of his hair brushed against your cheek, you could not help but think about how much you loved his scoliotic-looking ass.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Private Nurse - Drabble

Paul Diskant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Gunshot wound, swearing

Summary: You’re home alone after your fiance had left for a case. After hours of waiting, he comes home and does not look good. But luckily you’re able to treat him and be his private nurse.

Requested by @mcntsee

The night was getting darker and you haven’t received a text message from your fiancee who happened to be out on his job but he never told you what he was doing. Sure, he told you about the Washington case, the one where a friend of yours from work knows him, Tom Ludlow who happened to show up at the store. 

Your fiance never wanted to tell you what exactly happened. The wounds, he never mentioned, only the event when Washington was killed by two gangbangers with machine guns. 

He would come home, rip his tie off and drop his badge along with his gun before he kisses you in a soft greeting. 

You did hear a talk between him and a man named Scribble in the other room. After that, he came out through on his dark button up and kissed you before saying, “I’ll be back.” You hoped it was work, it sounded like it but the name Scribble was an odd name for a coworker. Maybe it was just a silly name co-workers give each other. 

You heard his was “Disco”. Sometimes it slips out of your lips when you’re joking. You turned on the tv which was already standing on the news as you went back to the kitchen to make dinner. Hopefully Paul could make it home in time for dinner. You hate when he comes home and it’s cold. 

Sometimes he’d add the “I’m not hungry,” and just pull you into the bedroom. 

You were a nurse at the Los Angeles Hospital. One of the best and hardest workers there. You wouldn’t have a better job than that. Paul was a detective and that was twice the danger you could have in the hospital. Paul knew how dangerous it could be and he never had to come to you for medical attention.

You hissed when you accidentally touched the part of the pan that heated up and you walked over to the sink and put your finger under the cold water. Hearing the news go off and with the turn of your head, the name came from the television.

“An 18-year detective, Tom Ludlow had killed two undercovered sheriffs tonight, the police are on the scene and have not found Ludlow on the nearby streets-” You hear a knock at the front door and you rush over to it. Opening it to see Paul, you let out a sigh, “Paul, I-” You see blood on his arms and you could smell the faint gunpowder. “What the hell happened to you?”

Paul winces when he begins to unbutton his shirt. “You have your medical bag?” He asked, you took a hold of him and helped him inside. “What the hell is going on? I heard about Ludlow, where you-?”

“Please, Y/N, baby, just… do what I say and I’ll tell you. Just grab your medical bag.” You nod and rush over, pointing to the living room. “Sit your ass on the couch, now,” You said, Paul doesn’t hesitate but does limp over and lays back on the couch. You grabbed your bag and rushed into the living room. You knelt down in front of him, “Let me see.”

Paul grits his teeth and pulls off his black t-shirt he wore and sat there shirtless. “Jesus, Paul…” You breathed out, going into your bag for something to clean it up. Paul looks down at it and sighs, “Turn off the TV, I don’t want you to freak out with all the… sounds.”

“I am freaking out, Paul! I really am!” You say, shaking almost, never in your life you had to do this with Paul. He promised to stay safe and dodge bullets but you guess he couldn’t. He wasn’t a superhero. Paul reaches for you, “Hey, hey…” You stopped your frantic moving and covered your face with your hands. Trying not to ugly sob in front of your fiancee, which had been done a few times. 

“I’m sorry…” You say, Paul grins softly, “What are you sorry for?” You sniffled and went back to your bag, finding the things you needed to stop the bleeding and have it heal. You then sat on your heels between his legs and leaned him forward. Paul ogled you throughout the whole process, the soft eyes as he saw your pink cheeks and nose. Eyes glistening with tears, he knew you were worried to death.

Yeah, Ludlow killed two officers and Paul wasn’t involved in it. It wasn’t his bullets. Luckily when he found out who they were, he duck down in time but the bullet took a strike in his shoulder. When Ludlow killed them Paul told him what he had done and cleared what happened to be their partnership. Paul told him to run, surely the police wouldn’t come for him. Hopefully.

You continued to wrap his shoulder and saw it already seeping through but by tomorrow, you could probably clear it at work. You gently rubbed his shoulder and leaned over to place a kiss on it. You laid your head on his chest and he brought up his other arm to hold you there. “Where’s Ludlow now…?” You asked, Paul took a while to answer. “Surely out of town. I told him to run. I should’ve known from the second I saw those pricks. Undercover fucks…” You lifted up your head to look up at him, a soft grin appeared on your face.

“Just be careful more, please?”

Paul hums and tilts his head, “Sorry? Did you say, don’t be more careful?” You slap his arm and the both of you gasp when you smacked the wounded one. Paul groans as you grit your teeth, “Sorry…” Paul grunts and lowers his other hand. “It’s okay… I still want to marry you.” You smiled with him and he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

The first one was welcoming, then the second was a bit pushy. You pull away when his free hand grabs your waist, you glare at him. “No. Not the time. Look at you, you’re bruised up and shot,” You say, Paul sighs heavily.

“It’s been a long day for me,” He groans, having you straddle his lap and your hand goes to the back of his neck. “Yeah, so have I,” You raised a brow, “You keep moving that arm, you’ll bleed more.” Paul’s hand reaches up onto your lower back, “Who says I need two arms to handle you?”

“I’ll cuff that wrist to the coffee table,” You say.

Paul tilts his head, “Not before I get to them. You know I can do it with one hand.” You laughed softly and reached down to remove his badge. Tossing it on the coffee table along with his cuffs and gun. He hisses, “Careful, that thing’s loaded,” He says.

You smirked, “It’s not the only thing that’s gonna be loaded.” He felt you take a hold of his belt, his breath hitched. “And I wonder why the hell I found you and got stuck with you for years.” You softly laughed and kissed him again. “You’re the one who proposed,” You reply. Paul grins and reaches up to your cheek pulling you down for a softer kiss.

I needed to post something to distract you guys for a while. Paul Diskant is my baby.

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[spiritmaiden23]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. For sure, for being the cutest of cutes!! All Zeldas are cute though but she was the blueprint ;v; 

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. I’m a devout christian virgin I would never ever look at those kind of topics the only hot I see is the flames of hell for even considering this smh smh bUT NO FOR REAL THO I’M NOT REALLY SURE???? I mostly see people gushing over how cute she is rather than hot. 

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / In some aspects. We don’t really see Skyward Sword Zelda’s abilities in the games as we did in, say, BOTW where she goes full goddess mode. Aside from blessing the master sword, sealing herself away, and the implications that the game gives us with Zelda being not only a student at the knight school but also a badass warrior goddess in her past life; I’d say she’s pretty up there in terms of strength. 

Are they underrated?  YES / NO. GONNA GO WITH YES AND NO ON THIS. As a character, Zelda is far from underrated she’s actually cliche blonde character we all love and stan but in this incarnation.... also yes and no because while I see a lot of people like SS Zelda keep in mind that SS is the black sheep of the series so not a lot of people have good opinions on it. I’ve seen some say she’s annoying, too shoujo or even Mary Sue at some points and hweoh we all know that the last one ain’t even close to true since she’s far from bland and OP written. But it’s all a matter of perspective!  

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO /

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL / FOR THE MOST PART, if we were talking verses like say witch verse she’d have more of a neutral reputation considering witches aren’t really well-liked ;-; 

How strictly do you follow canon?  

I try to do the best that I can do given with what we’re working with here all while adding my own spin to her characterization because we all have different perspective when it comes to art! How I see Zelda is someone who’s bubbly, playful (big ol bully hweoh), a bit of a busybody if she feels she needs to step in due to worrywart tendencies yet highly responsible and carries a wisdom that’s beyond her age, she doesn’t like seeing people bullying others and isn’t afraid to put her foot down to speak her mind if something is up. While kindness is sorta her strong suit I wanted to go beyond “nice girl” and just showcase other sides of her too, hence why main verse is typically set during the events of SS because here we see her growth into the girl we see at the end of the game where she’s melancholic of her past but is looking forward to seeing what the future holds and wants to build a brighter tomorrow with Link by her side along with friends and loved ones. I’m not at all confident in playing as her, despite playing as Zelda since 2017 haha!! So I can’t really say that I’m super strict in following canon considering that’s how I view the character through the actions and dialogue throughout the game, perhaps the creators had something different in mind than how I see Sky Zelda.   

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  

DO YOU LIKE WHOLESOME GIRLS?! Wait no, hold on, that’s a little too vague, so let’s try that again. Do you like wholesome genki girls who were once a god who fought in a war in their past life? How about pastel girls who may seem sweet but are deep down bullies towards loved ones? Are you at a point in your life where you find yourself wondering: where on earth can I find someone who’s ray of sunshine can brighten up my day. Will do I have good news for you buddy! Introducing your very own friend: Zelda from hit series Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword. This Zelda is more extreme than the others due to the fact that she’s not a princess, that’s right no princess titles clogging up that beautiful name. Just a knight who somehow finds out she’s actually a goddess reborn as human, no biggie! 

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

SHOUJO PROTAG WHO’S TOO FREAKING CUTE!! So.... if that’s not your cup of tea ;v; but nah I can see people not liking Zelda because not everyone like the nice girl who’s your childhood friend characrter, I totally get it but if you dig a little deeper you see that there’s more to it than that.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  

My close friend was FINALLY getting into the LOZ series back when BOTW was first coming out, her playthrough of SS made me remember how much I loved each characters and honestly Zelda’s design in that game was always my fav right next to Tetra and ALTTP/ALBW! At the time I mostly played more introverted muses or straight up villains and I wanted to try my hand at playing more wholesome characters like Sky Zel and ALTTP Zel ;v; now look at me, the CEO of wholesome cute girls ;v; 

What keeps your inspiration going?  

Motivation and time at this point, I’m not the young starry-eyed rper who used to have playlists and replay things to keep up with canon. I just pray to god I’m doing ok, let jesus take the wheel and just sorta do my own thing. I think having fun threads or a friendship with partners or just good vibes from them def helps a whole lot. 

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO. SORTA KINDA NOT AS MUCH AS I DO WITH ALTTP ZEL BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS NERVOUS THAT I MIGHT LIKE BREAK THE CANON OR ZEL’S CHARACTER!! 

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO.  

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO / Most of the time!

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. I mean, that’s a trick question because I can be sensitive in picking up tones and reading between the lines but like if you mean if someone says something mean than no not anymore at least, I’m too old to care about what people say about me or think about me. 

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  

YE! I do! I mean we’re all improving and junk so I see no issues with criticisms uvub I always worry about whether or not you can hear different voices within the characters I rp as among writing issues I have that comes with learning disability and ADD, I try my hardest but I know at the end of the day there will always be grammar mistakes and even spelling! 

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

YES YES YES!! OMG YES!! I TAKE WHATEVER QUESTIONS YOU MAY HAVE AND JUST... WORD VOMIT BACK SEVEN PAGE ESSAY SOMETIMES ;V; 

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

Eh, well yeah it’d be nice honestly to hear feedbacks and thoughts. Just saying ‘I don’t like this or I don’t agree with this’ doesn’t really help anyone who wants to improve but I’m not gonna like press them for it either because again I’m at the stage in my life where I’m just like ‘it is what it is’. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

Shrug emoji, and then move on! Again it’d be nice if they can tell me though but I won’t press them for it if they don’t feel like it. We’re allowed to have our opinions after all yo!

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

It is illegal to hate sky zel or any Zel really... NAH JK I DON’T REALLY CARE I’ve liked characters who aren’t popular among the fandom, I’m more or less used to seeing character bashing for faves so like it doesn’t really affect me at all I’m just like “lol” and move on. 

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

YES! Though keep in mind, despite me using Grey instead of Gray, I use US English ;v; so keep that in mind when spotting out certain words other parts of the world may spell differently because us US Americans just..... gotta be extra like that. 

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?  

I TRY!!! IDK IF I COME ACROSS AS THAT but I’m very much someone who goes with the flow anyway, I’ve been told that much IRL and I’m just hweoh not really someone who’s a stick in the mud or has a stick up their ass, you know? I’m pretty laid back and not much bothers me, I can get petty if I have to come across rude people that’s the one thing that kills it for me but aside from that, I just wanna try to get along with people. We don’t have to be friends if you’re not feeling the vibes but friendly terms is good enough for me!

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

[qethnehzul]

Sleep, my Moon for the Idiot Communittie!!!

[This has kind of become a ‘intro to poly gang’ sort of thing too so. I GUESS.... hopefully this is okay. I’ll probably use this as a ‘opening’ chapter for a Ao3 story to collect any/all my drabbles for these guys....]

It was one of the rare nights when the fold was all in one place together, and when the collective had generally turned in for the night at the same time. 

Nahkriin carefully opened the door to the communal sleeping area, trying her hardest not to let it creak on its hinges. The day’s rituals had been long and exhausting, and even those priests who tended to stay out much later had crashed into the heap of fine furs and pillows at what some would consider a ‘reasonable’ time. Nahkriin didn’t want to disrupt that - tonight was likely one of the few nights that some of them would get a reasonable rest.

The fire still burned in the large hearth situated at the far side of the room, though much of the light as blocked by the sleeping form of Volsung. The younger woman was flopped out, as usual, in front of it, using Haldriin’s chest as a pillow while trying to feebly keep the edge of a pelt on her that Vosis was in the process of stealing from her and Haldriin, despite his proximity to the fire. A few feet of clearance spanned between Vosis’s curled up body and the next priest, a void Nahkriin noted was missing its usual residents, including herself. Konahrik and Morokei seemed to be missing as well, but Ahzidal’s decorated locks were peaking out just enough from under the pelt pile to notify that he had gone to bed while the other two hadn’t. As had Zaan and Volsung, despite Nahkriin’s absence. The two women were sprawled out half on and half under a handful of pelts, scooted up just close enough to leech heat out of Akriidal and Dukaan, who had been next to them. Further out towards the edge of the pile was Otar who, even in his addled state, always let Henvoraak use him like a human bed. Hevnoraak rarely turned in with the rest of them, but apparently the events of the day had been enough to wear even him out - or, Rahgot had dragged him to a reasonable sleeping hour against his will, given the way the other man still had a arm strung out across both Hevnoraak and Otar’s sleeping forms. At the furthest edge, finally, was Zahkriisos and Krosis. Zahkriisos had not yet found his spot in the pile, as the youngest of the priests, but his recent surgery hadn’t helped. Krosis had helped prop Zahkriisos up to make sure he didn’t roll onto his side or into someone on accident - Nahkriin and Krosis had both decided that letting him heal naturally might be the safer option, even if it would certainly be uncomfortable. Even in the dim light, Nahkriin could tell that Krosis had at changed the bandages wrapped around the other man’s chest before they’d turned in for the night, which was one less thing for Nahkriin to worry about for the evening.

Nahkriin paused. Konahrik and Morokei were missing, but now that she scanned again, so was Miraak. She gently shuffled towards the door that lead to the plaza outside, sneaking past discarded robes and a handful of pillows Hevnoraak no doubt had been hurling in poor Zahkriisos’s direction before quietly stepping outside.

The sudden wall of cool evening air made Nahkriin shudder as she closed the door behind her, eyes adjusting again to the darkness. The lights of Bromjunaar shone down below, but none of the lamps on the small outdoor ledge had been lit. 

“Laas Yah Nir.”

The darkness of the world did not disappear, but two burning red auras and one yellow-blue one dotted the very edge of the plaza, where a handful of cushions sat. Nahkriin waited until she could at least vaguely make out the ground in front of her before she strode out to join her companions in the darkness. As she sat down, two pairs of dimly glowing eyes turned to meet her.

“You’re up awfully late,” Konahrik hummed from the darkness, the least visible of her three companions.

Nahkriin sat down on one of the cushions, leaning back as she relaxed into the cool air. “I’m surprised to see any of you up later then Hevnoraak. What’s the occasion? Gossiping without me?” Nahkriin teased, smiling.

“We would never,” Morokei chuckled, shifting in his seat. “Is Hevnoraak really asleep already?”

Nahkriin nodded, stretching. “I was going to turn in as well, until I saw that you three were missing. I had to wonder what compelled you to come out here and sit in the dark.”

“Enjoying the quiet evening,” Konahrik replied simply, leaning back. “We were surprised you weren’t back already.”

“I had a few more things to clean up,” Nahkriin said with a shrug. She sighed and leaned over, coming to rest against Miraak’s toasty scale-covered side. “It is nice out here though.”

Miraak let out a low hum, his orange eyes turning to scan the city below. “It is not often that we can spend time being undisturbed.”

The others nodded in agreement, listening to the soft chirp of crickets and the occasional sound of wings as a dragon came or left from its city roost.

“It’s a shame we can’t spend more time together like this,” Nahkriin commented, pulling one leg up to her chest so she could rest her head on it. “I guess that is why some of the priests like to stay up later when they’re here.” “Or,” Morokei began, cocking his head to the side, “they like to stay up because they enjoy causing trouble.”

Nahkriin snorted. “When has Hevnoraak ever caused trouble?” 

Konahrik rolled his eyes in the darkness. “If he’s in already, then none of us have to worry about cleaning up whatever mess he’s made in the morning.”

Nahkriin rolled onto her side, resting her face on Miraak’s shoulder before wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders with a yawn. “Can I convince any of you to join me in catching some sleep? There’s a lovely spot near the fire, perfect for a few people.” She plopped her lips against Miraak’s skin, pouting at the other three.

Morokei stretched with a soft groan, before pushing himself to his feet. “I suppose I could be convinced,” he said with a soft yawn.

Konahrik tilted his head in thought for a moment, before standing as well. “Even if I am not traveling anywhere, there are still things for me to do tomorrow. Miraak?”

Nahkriin shifted her head on the man’s shoulder, arching a brow expectantly. 

Miraak’s gaze didn’t shift from the city. “I will join you later,” he said quietly.

Nahkriin frowned, before leaning forward to peck him on the cheek. “Alright. Just make sure you get some rest, alright?” She asked softly, squeezing her arms around him before letting go.Miraak nodded, but didn’t look to her.  

There was always something going on in Miraak’s head, but Nahkriin could never guess what. Morokei offered his glowing-scarred hand, helping Nahkriin to her feet before the three of them shuffled inside. 

Nahkriin plopped down next to Zaan once she’d draped her robes and jewelry over the back of one of the many chairs in the room, letting out a soft yawn. Zaan stretched sleepily, cracking a grey eye open before rolling over and snuggling into Nahkriin’s side. 

“You’re finally coming to bed,” Zaan mumbled, kissing Nahkriin’s shoulder. Morokei flopped down next to Nahkriin with a grunt, making the two women next to him bounce from the impact. Zaan groaned. 

“Sorry, I guess we did take awhile,” Nahkriin whispered, pulling Zaan’s head up onto her chest before kicking Morokei in the leg for being rude. Morokei chuckled, throwing a pelt over himself and Nahkriin. 

Zaan wrapped her arm around Nahkriin’s torso, nuzzling into her shoulder. “Next time, leave the mage light outside,” she yawned, making Morokei roll his eyes.

Nahkriin ran a hand through the other woman’s loose hair. “You can’t even see him,” she scoffed softly, before leaving a peck on Zaan’s forehead.

Finally, Konahrik waded into the pile, taking his place at Morokei’s side. Morokei rolled his head to the side, watching as Konahrik got himself comfortable. “Do you hear that?” Morokei playfully scoffed, letting Konahrik lean up against him.

Konahrik chuckled quietly, turning to leave a soft kiss on Morokei’s lips. “Sleep, my moon.”

Morokei smiled softly and kissed him back, before settling down between the two priests. 

“I’ll get you back in the morning,” Zaan insisted, words muffled by Nahkriin’s skin.

Nahkriin let her head fall back on the pelts. “Goodnight, everyone,” she said with a sigh, but a smile.

[heartofcenterville]

You’re such a bad liar - Dean Ambrose.

Summary: I’ve been umming and ahhing about writing something and posting it on tumblr, but my best friend (@wrasslin-rollins) has convinced me to do it. So, here goes nothing. Just some Shield Dean drabble I thought I would try out.

Characters: Dean Ambrose x Reader.

Warnings: None. Just a small hint of smut.  

“Answer me this, why do The Shield get away with so much shit they do?” I asked John as I shook my head at the TV. Yet again, the so called Hounds of Justice were beating down another superstar. 

‘You know why” John reminded me, raising his eyebrows. 

‘I swear this whole Best for Business garbage is getting on my last nerve. There’s been you, Randy Orton, Daniel Bryan, The Undertaker even The Rock they have gotten away with beating up!” I sighed exasperated at the sheer level of disrespect the three members of The Shield showed for everyone else. 

“They got away with taking you down! You’re Super Cena” I muttered. 

“You’ve been spending too much time with Punk” He jibed rolling his eyes at me. 

‘But incase you forgot, you’ve actually got to go and interview The Shield, like now’ John reminded me, ushering me towards the door. Damn my job. Don’t get me wrong, I love interviewing the superstars, just not The Shield. I sighed as I left John and headed down the hallway. I headed down to the spot where the interview was going to take place. I had to psyche myself up for this interview. Speaking to The Shield was something else. I heard voices coming towards me and someone from behind the camera gave me the signal as they reached my side. 

“Ladies and Gentleman please welcome my guests at this time, The Shield” I attempted my brightest voice possible as Roman Reigns loomed over me. 

“Roman Reigns, you just went up against the worlds strongest man Mark Henry-” I started but was rudely cut off by the most arrogance man I’d ever come across, Dean Ambrose. 

“Mark Henry, got what he deserved. He was getting too brave and we shut him down” Dean grinned as he shot me a look. His presence put me on edge. 

“Excuse me? WE? I think you’ll find I put an end to Henry’s bravery” Roman interjected and he wasn’t wrong. It was Roman who won the match, Dean was the one who attacked Mark afterwards with the aid of Seth Rollins. 

“Hey, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Mark Henry won’t be getting involved in The Shield’s business again. Anymore questions, sweetheart?” Seth leered at me as he folded his arms across his chest. I let the patronizing remark go as I asked my next question. 

“Are you all going to stay on the same page when it comes to the Royal Rumble which is happening in a couple of weeks?” This question wasn’t on the agenda but why not throw some spanners in the works? 

“The Shield is a highly crafted machine and it’s the other 27 superstars that need to worry about us” Dean leaned into me, his arm touching mine. 

“Really? Are you all on the same page though Dean? I mean would you throw Roman Reigns over the top rope if you had to?” I quizzed him, feeling a smirk spreading on my lips. 

‘Nice try darlin, I see what you’re doing here but it aint going to work. We are a tightly knit unit and nothing will get inbetween us” Dean had bent down and was now eye level with me. Stupidly, I could feel blush in my cheeks. I turned my head away as Roman spoke. 

“You can believe in that and believe in The Shield” As soon as the camera man yelled cut I scooted away from all three of them. But, I’d gained an unwanted follower. 

“You could have tried a little harder to look more pleased about interviewing us” I paused at the sound of Dean’s voice. I took a deep breath before turning around slightly. 

“I would have, but the truth is I just don’t like you” I shrugged, trying my hardest to play it cool. He was an asshole and Dean truly enjoyed playing on that. 

“Ouch” Dean mocked, placing his hand over his heart. 

“Is that anyway to talk to your United States Champion?” He asked, as he tapped at the title around his waist. 

“I can’t wait until someone takes that off you” I informed him with a smile. 

“On the contrary, no-one could and nobody will take this from me. Unless, that’s a challenge from you?” Dean mused, his lips twitching into a smirk. 

“In your dreams Ambrose” I shook my head at him. Unbelievable. 

“Oh, I can assure you it will be. I’ll be seeing you around, darlin’ Dean blew me a kiss and walked away without a single look back. I stood there, blinking trying to process what he had said. This was an interesting turn of events. 

--

For the last two weeks Dean had been cornering me after the interviews I’d done with The Shield. It was getting to the point I’d warned him I would get a restraining order which he found and I quote ‘adorable’ which just annoyed me, which is what he had counted on. Dean was a 100% sure I found him attractive and he was not letting that go. He was a smug ass. I did not find the guy attractive at all. I shook my head as I got up off my bed and trudged to the bathroom. One more night in this hotel and then tomorrow we were off to another city. I was shimmied out of my clothes and put a bath robe on as I ran the bath. I just wanted some relaxing time. But that was interrupted by a knock at my door. I frowned to myself wondering who it could be. John was out on a date with Nikki, Brie and Daniel were late night working out and Punk was watching re-runs of all his ridiculous TV shows. I headed over to the door, opened it and was completely stunned at who was standing there. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, shock coating my tone. Dean pushed me into my room, closing the door behind him, 

“Oh, come on. Don’t act surprised’ Dean raised his eyebrows. 

“You’re the one who invited me here, so don’t act coy”

“What are you talking about Ambrose?” Invited him here? Was he actually crazy? Dean waved in his phone in front of me, a clear message displayed there, a message signed by me. I shook my head, impossible. I quickly searched the room but didn’t come across my phone. Then it hit me. Earlier, I’d bumped into Nikki and... I hadn’t seen my phone since. 

“Damn it, she’s sneaky” I glanced up at Dean, who was leaning up against the door, an amused expression on his face as he watched me. 

“I didn’t message you. Nicole did. She swiped my phone earlier. So, you don’t have any real reason to be here” I informed him, trying to move around him to open the door so he could get his ass out of here. But, did he move? No. 

“You can’t deny how you feel for me” Dean murmured. 

“This again, really?” I didn’t get chance to tell him for the 100th time that I didn’t find him attractive but I was cut off with a rough kiss. And guess what? I didn’t fight him off. The diva in me was cussing that I was so weak and gave into the damn kiss. I guess I was a bad liar. Dean finally pulled away and he had a stupid ass grin on his face. 

“Don’t let your arrogance ruin it. Shut up and kiss me again” I breathed, yanking him into me again. Dean snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. The kiss got deeper as Dean hands hungrily roamed under my shirt. He wasted no time by almost throwing me onto the bed as he tossed his shirt onto the floor. Man, he was hot. Our bodies entangled together, hot kisses and desperate clawing at each other. I was mad for actually going through with this. But, come on. Who wouldn’t want hot sex with Dean Ambrose? I’d been kidding myself for so long. I was such a weak person but I couldn’t dwell on my fading morals any longer as the rest of Dean’s clothes went and the rest of my rational thinking dissolved. 

[hope-for-olicity]

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - May 12th, 2017

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

The Sound of an Arrow multi-chapter by @lovejesusarrowavengersblog - Five years ago, Oliver Queen lost his wife in a car accident. Twenty years ago, Felicity Smoak's father kissed her on the forehead and disappeared from her life.Now, she is the nanny for the six adorable Queen children, fighting to restore love in the mansion and trying to deal with the difficult-to-get-along-with Oliver, all the while as she continues to stumble upon evidence that could drag the Queen family further into darkness. http://archiveofourown.org/works/7442458/chapters/16908556

A Soul Lost at Sea multi-chapter by @tinaday3w - MAGNIFICENT regency romance where Oliver is a pirate who had returned to his previous life. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8181362/chapters/22297091

Letting You Go...Never by @green-arrows-of-karamel - Missing scene from "Underneath". What happens right after Oliver and Felicity are rescued. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10831002

How Felicity Felt by @tdgal1 - Felicity inner thoughts during 5x20 https://tdgal1.tumblr.com/post/160347562520/how-felicity-felt

A Touch Unlike Any Other multi-chapter by @mel-loves-all Olicity Regency - The Earl of Archer out for the first time in a long time - LOVE THIS. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10456788/chapters/23080932

Anniversary by @squinternshadowhunter - 1 year anniversary of Olicity and things have changed http://archiveofourown.org/works/7669399/chapters/24038592

Another Ride on the Ferris Wheel by @geneshaven - Olicity talk at Oliver's birthday party https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/160352986329/another-ride-on-the-ferris-wheel

In Another Life (I Could be Your Man) multi-chapter by @angelicmisskitty - Their lives couldn't be more different - and yet Oliver can't take his eyes off the beautiful blonde woman that leaves the subway every morning at 7.43am. There is something about her that makes him look up every morning - something that also makes him aware he'll never be good enough for her, or that she'd even notice him. He had no idea how much his life would change the day he rushed over to help her...Olicity AU - no Lian Yu, no saving the city (at least not in the way we know from Arrow :D ) LOVE LOVE, LOVE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8944795/chapters/20475253

Bunker Rendezvous multi-chapter by @dmichellewrites - Initially, Curtis sets up a date night in for his favorite power as they transform their attic into a secondary bunker in case the first one ever becomes compromise yet again. Dinners and alcohol lead to some fun antics in numerous places of the lair, and sometimes Star City's beloved married duo just can't help themselves. Oliver and Felicity spend a lot of long nights in the lair. How do Dig and Thea feel about this? http://archiveofourown.org/works/10822011/chapters/24012384?view_adult=true

Liquid Courage by @bisexuallaurellance - Extension of the scene from the 5x20 flashbacks. Felicity's had a lot to drink, and she finds herself back in Oliver's arms for the first time in months. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10831713

Redemption multi-chapter by @vaelisamaza Oliver returns for being with the League after five - this story gets better and better - you should be reading this! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9107518/chapters/22278866

Better Than Nice by @originalhybridlover - Post Season 5. Oliver intends to remind Felicity that their sex wasn’t just nice. It was amazing and hot and sweaty. It was anything but nice. He just needed to remind her of that. https://originalhybridloverfics.tumblr.com/post/160380073219/better-than-nice-olicity-one-shot-smut

Olicity Drabble 5x20 - Needing You by @laurabelle2930 - Extended Olicity hospital scene https://laurabelle2930.tumblr.com/post/160392510796/olicity-drabble-5x20-needing-you

Room in Your Heart for More multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Army vet Oliver Queen returns from overseas to find out that he has a 5-year-old son. He is fighting for custody, but is struggling to prove he is a fit father. It's especially hard because he really has no idea what he's doing. By chance he meets single mother Felicity Smoak, who swoops in like an angel to help him become comfortable in his role as a father. Felicity is recovering from her a recent trauma, and as a vet Oliver is able to be the support that she needs. Together, they learn to open up their hearts in ways they never thought possible. I ADORE this story! http://archiveofourown.org/works/10700583/chapters/23700948

Oliver's Journal (Post 5x20) by @geneshaven - Oliver's thoughts after 5x20 https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/160401741964/olivers-journal-post-520

To Sacrifice the Sun multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - Oliver and Felicity are ARGUS agents working on a mission in Mexico, the two share some very important history. LOVE THIS http://archiveofourown.org/works/7510744/chapters/22505918

Waiting by @perfectlittlesoul - Her mother once told her that when it was someone you cared about, someone you loved that waiting was the hardest thing that you to do. During 5x20 as Curtis was fixing Felicity's chip, all she could think about was Oliver. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10828344

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life if you missed read here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4535685/chapters/10322457 Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday http://archiveofourown.org/works/7693105/chapters/17526601

Cuddle Quota by @deadlybingo - A fic inspired by 'I know we said we’d use the nursery but I want to cuddle my baby tonight.’ http://deadlybingo.tumblr.com/post/160419770088/cuddle-quota

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8487226/chapters/22503983

Always by @olicitysmoaky - Post 5x20 fic -- takes place a bit after the episode. Felicity hears a noise at the loft. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10843665

Pizza Time for Two by @lovejesusarrowavengersblog - Post 5x20 fic that includes pizza, Felicity blabbering, and Oliver grinning like an idiot. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10858653

She's My Cherry Pie by @felicityollies - Road trip across America- featuring Felicity being a major tease. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10866009

Olicity - Birthday Party (Drabble) by @marytagus - Felicity is organizing Oliver’s birthday party. After 5 years in Hell and another 5 years saving the city clouded by darkness Oliver memory of the passing of years had same void and forgotten. Not this year, the Mayor of Star City birthdate would be celebrated. http://marytagus.tumblr.com/post/160494696328/olicity-birthday-party-drabble

No More Secrets by @geneshaven - Oliver is moving back into the loft and Felicity finds a piece of his past in a box. https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/160497163704/no-more-secrets

Aftermath by Dr Piletre (Tvist) - Felicity landed in a heap on top of Oliver, his body trembling underneath her from the effort of holding on to her. She kept holding on to him, afraid he would disappear if she let him go. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10830873/chapters/24037866

Rug Burn Bites by Syberina5 - 5x20 Frustratingly, they had to stop http://archiveofourown.org/works/10850379

Sounds of You by @smoakingskye - after the events of episode 5x20. With Oliver safe and recovering, Felicity reflects and reconciles. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3749158/chapters/24094503

I'll Get the Wine by @wetsuiton - Take on what happened after Felicity went to get the wine. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6955660/chapters/24052377

By the Neck by @bisexuallaurellance - Extension of the scene from the 5x20 flashbacks. After sleeping together, Felicity finds herself drinking more wine. Oliver joins her. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10849479

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time? http://archiveofourown.org/works/10536999/chapters/23265480

Red Square multi-chapter by @quiveringbunny Amanda Waller sent Oliver Queen to Russia to infiltrate the Bratva. But has she forgotten him there?  AMAZING! http://archiveofourown.org/works/10607172/chapters/23453700

Cupcakes 5x22 Fic by @anthfan - Felicity gets cupcakes for the party http://anthfan.tumblr.com/post/160569670742/cupcakes-5x22-fic

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[titleknown]

Advice on Making Good Wish-Fufillment Characters

Welp, you may be wondering, where is the drabble, especially give the cliffhanger you left us on? Well, first off I would've gone to a different story this week and left you on a cliffhanger anyway, but secondly, I can't think of anything good, for a drawing or a writing to turn into a drawing this week, feel free to suggest some via message and ask.

I do have a thing, that I might as well try out, a pilot test for a might-as-well thing. Namely, articles, giving writing advice or analysis of trends or even top such-n-so lists or what have you.

And, as for the first piece, well, see the title and follow me past the break...

Yes, there's been much talk about the idea of the “Mary Sue,” how the double-standards in how it's applied are super-sexist, how it's basically acquired the meaning of “Wish fulfillment character I don't like,” but I'm here to talk about sort of the opposite, how to make good wish fulfillment characters. For wider consumption at least, if you're writing for yourself you get a lot more leeway.

First off, Realize you probably won't succeed the first few times. Wish fulfillment characters are much harder than they look to make and keep compelling beyond the author's interest, but the thing is because they seem to fulfill people's “baser” desires, people seem to think it's as easy as shoving a bunch of things that are cool in there and letting it do the rest.

But, that's the way in all writing, the easiest-looking things are often the hardest to pull off, which is why you need to keep at it, keep refining that rotting swampgrass into coal and then diamonds. Hell, there is still a crowd of (very wrong) people who lambaste Superman for being “unrelatable,” so even if you're the best in the business you're not immune, but keep at it. And get used to the Superman references folks, it's gonna show up a lot.

Speaking of which, another piece of advice is on abilities. Not the most core aspect, but the one that's most often visible to the masses and often mocked, so there you go.

The piece of advice: The character's abilities should be thematically unified.

Like, for example, Superman. His flight, super-strength and X-Ray vision allow him to go; move and see nearly anything in the world, and this all fits together with the idea of him as a “super” man, able to do the things we all can't. His eye-beams may be considered the odd-one-out, but even they make more sense when one finds out they were originally a clever focusing of the X-rays from his x-ray vision, like super-breath is a clever application of super-strength.

Now, if you added on the ability of; say; weather control and kinetically charging objects, it wouldn't fit thematically. And, that's a classic problem of OCs, they often end up too overstuffed with every cool thing the author wants to cram into them, and thusly they don't have that solid core of “What do these abilities mean for the narrative”

Split 'em up, make multiple characters with those abilities put together in ways that suggest a core idea, like the master thief; the tragic body-horor psionic and the cyborg mecha-pilot as a team instead of as one overstuffed character, fleshing them out with aspects that enhance the specific concept you're going for.

Thirdly, Give your character something to bounce off of.

One complaint about “Mary Sues” is that they steamroller the plot, and that's not a very good story unless it's a cosmic horror story, which most wish fulfilment stories aren't.

In the western tradition stories require conflict; and in some eastern ones they simply require an unexpected “wrinkle” in events, but in both they require a quality I will call “bounce,” that is the interaction of the story's key elements and how they bounce off of each other. And it's no fun when one element simply crushes the rest like a wrecking ball, because then the bouncing stops.

Power levels are key here, give your characters situations and foes that fit their abilities. There's a reason why Superman fights Doomsday and Mongul of Warworld and not; say; Crazy Quilt or Condiment King.

Or, go the alternate route to give characters situations they can't use their abilities to help with (Unless they're clever); like how the overpowered protags of One Punch Man and Mob Psycho have personal troubles their powers can't solve. Just give them something to interact with that pushes against them as well as them pushing against it.

And, finally, Know their motive.

Like, a wish fulfilment character has so much power, but they need something to do with it, to keep that bounce going. And it's your job as the author to answer what that something is. And, often, the best way to find a motive for a character is, what is the wish the character is fulfilling, and why do people want it fulfilled?

Superman was created by two Jewish kids angry at all the corrupt and powerful assholes smacking down at the little guy, Link was created from memories of his creator's childhood exploring, Wonder Woman was created by a man who wanted to create a vision of a better tomorrow (A weird one albeit, but still), and the question is what dream do you want to make real?

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