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toyherb · 11 months ago

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long rambling stream of consiousnes post

remember when someone was called our for making porn of their oc but aged up and the anon was like "but you have portrayed them as a kid too" and everyone was like. people age dude. they don't exist as a child to (author) etc etc

anyway I think the way we think if this kind of discourse has messed with our minds and how we think of fictional characters. thankfully I am not engaged in any sort of shipping discourse in any fandom. and I always stay silent on my opinions on this but I just wanted to like... sort my thoughts ig

please read the footnotes this was so stream of consciousness djhavavkda

I hate proshippers and how they behave they are so annoying and act like people who disagree with them are all stupid dumb dumb babies. I have more thoughts but this isn't really about them.

having said that I'm not an anti by any means... anti culture does not attract me, and I would rather spend my time having fun with media I like and avoiding what I dislike.

there is no room for people with a moderate opinion in this discourse. people in the middle seem to pick a side and then try hard to fit in or explain weird logic to make what they feel okay to them (if they are an anti who wants to ship or make porn something tabboo, they by certain logic it is okay) or ignore things that make them upset (on the proshipper side). unless I'm just so far removed I don't even see these people (since potentially they also just don't engage with the discussion, or do so privately)

I think, on the topic of aging up characters it depends on SO many factors whether it feels "morally okay" or not. like in the first example, the character experiences time and is portrayed at different life stages and porn of them as an adult, made by the author, exists. all of that is extremely normal and healthy. my thoughts on this extend to characters who are not adults in popular media. I don't think people who do this are attracted to teenagers , but rather the idea of that character as an adult and their partner (if this is about sex or shipping or whatever) who is the same or similar age as them.*(1)

even if the characters do not "belong" to them, to me this is like playing with barbies and thinking of stories on your own. especially with anything illustrated or drawn which really lends itself to imagination and different interpretations of characters.

having said that. I do not really feel comfortable with the idea of actually elementary age children being aged up for porn if they have never been portrayed as an adult or older teen. it's weird? it doesn't make sense to me. like. with a teenage character you have a better idea of who that character will be as an adult (even if obviously we change a lot between being teens vs adults) but with a young kid? like, when you see them you are still picturing the child even if the art is them grown up. there is not context to imagine them as a whole adult if it's just porn. this was messy but idk how to phrase this properly.

(I am specifically thinking of Pearl from Ace Attorney when I write this. which differs in the next example in that Pearl is a kid surrounded by adults and engages with the world and the writing as a child and has little agency over herself. in a way i think people who have childhood trauma can see this and a portrayal of [adult] pearl having agency, even in a pornographic way, is safe and theraputic. i think thats kind of poetic tbh but it still makes me sad and upset to think of pearl sexually)*(2)

it's gets more confusing and hard to form feelings on this kind of thing because of how nuanced every situation can be. like when Rugrats All Grown Up was a thing, I'm sure people who grew up with the show thought the adult versions were attractive and proceeded how you can imagine. It.... doesn't feel THAT weird to me I guess? The characters were portrayed whith whole personalities, from their perspectives, and how they are treated by the original show (at least in my faint memory), it kind of makes sense. You don't think of them as just babies but as whole people.

(this is similar to how if you are a kid reading something like A Series of Unfortunate events, you might love reading about the kids facing adversity and escaping danger, but an adult reader would probably be distressed and worried for the them. I read the books as a kid and that's what my teacher said she felt. watching the TV show as an adult I understand her.)

Another example is Harry Potter. I have no real idea how people decided to write fic for it back in the early 00s, if they decided to age characters up, before the later books, but I know people were writing porn for it. (but also like. not sure why adults were such big hp fans. maybe they were just around the books for whatever reason like as a librarian or teacher or whatever). in a situation like that I think its easy to picture in your mind older characters but personally I'm still like. they were middle schoolers, bro... its very nearly absurd to me to imagine writing porn of Harry Potter characters before any depiction of them as adults existed. I GUESS you can age them up? it's still weird to me. which is weird bc the previous example we started with literal babies. hp just feels more specific with its characters and rugrats feels more loose, and I could say that's because rugrats is a kids show that primarily exists in our memory, but I also never even read harry potter

I think this ultimately has to do with how we think of characters in more personal ways. Like... in Fire Emblem Awakening, I married Chrom and Lucina was our daughter. But if you play as a boy you can marry Lucina because she comes from the future as an adult (or however old she is). I know people who think of Lucina as m!Robin's canon partner, are attracted to her, and that's fucked up to me. I just can't think of her as an adult woman, even if she is one. Like. I actually get mad thinking about it. but this is because of my personal feelings about Lucina.

(but like literally I think marrying any of 2nd gen in that game is weird so maybe i just know some weirdos)

so anyway my conclusion is that fandom is personal and what feels okay and what feels like pedophilia depends on how we engage with it and that nuance makes it difficult and even impossible to distinguish if someone is a freak or not without knowing and understanding their relationship with the media yaaaayyyyy

1*This only really feels normal if you are college age or you started liking the thing when you were younger and then got older. Unless you're galaxy brained and make those characters 30 and in an office setting I guess. How weird this whole idea is depends on on how the characters exist in their canon world, not just their age but like.... narratively(?). Like their agency, what they do, personality etc. I do not mean to imply that if you are a teenager those kinds of things make YOU more attractive to adults (on the contrary, abusers will prey on qualities that isolate you from any support), but, because fictional characters are fictional and like barbie dolls, we can change the context we want them to exist in. ie oh they're in college and not high school or whatever. Again, how you personally interact with the media also contributes, and how you initially get to know these characters also forms how you will ultimately conceive of them.

(that said the stronger it is established the characters are in high school the less I am able to reimagine them I college without having to completely imagine them changing into new people over time. the only other option really is to imagine a full on au... but even then i feel like you have to change them quite a bit.) (not to mention the more it's established they're high schoolers the less i am attracted to them... 🤢 i wouldnt change them just so i can like them. i would just not like them anymore...)

(even when i was just beginning college I was really into an Ouran high school host club character which I liked in high school, but now I'm not interested in him at all... aging out of that attraction is such a weird feeling.)

2*I want to add to this artistic, dark angle that I skim over here. As someone with fandoms which ARE dark, violent, and indeed contain abusive relationships, I think there is artistic value in certain things like this. It's not that I like to see pedophilia or incest portrayed, but that dark and fucked up stuff which is meant to wrench your gut has a right to exist. even when it's pornographic! pornographic art CAN have things to say! and even when it doesn't necessarily say much, I think that gut wrenching type stuff has value for being that way.

(although how I feel about that kind of thing is not the same as how I feel about like. porn depicting siblings that is just porn. I mean, I know that porn on its own has artistic value no matter how base we believe it to be. I'm just saying porn depicting abuse and playing into that feeling of disgust and shame is not the same as porn that's just "teehee my step sister is a whore." although I think the difference between these two is probably the perspective and position of control the reader and protagonist have. even comparing say lolita to stepsister or stepdaughter porn. the control the protagonist has over the situation, the way it makes us feel... it all contributes to that nuance I was talking about.)

(also I know I just said porn has artistic value no matter how base it is but I fucking hate that stepsibling shit. it's so popular bc its a fantasy to live with someone you like but it gets me so mad.)

#its about shipping discourse sorryyy #biting the bullet and hitting post #tbh i like what i wrote i think i said what i wanted #im not really set in stone about this nor do i think i say it very intelligently #but it's like. my thoughts so far ig!!#like again i think its nuanced but how i feel on it really depends #and i could become more strict or more lenient with my feelings later if i learn or decide something

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gentlewoman-scientistkisser · 2 years ago

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⭐️Good evening.

I never thought I'd make this, but I'm sick and tired of dealing with this shit. Yknow who you are [Maru] if that's even what you want to be called. How does it feel knowing you ruined me and my friends lives?? How does it feel that you harassed my friends and demonized my friends BPD?? Do you feel proud of yourself? Do you feel like you're the shit? Do you feel happy knowing you've made the entire KJ community a hell pit? Do you enjoy seeing people suffer and manipulating them?

You claim that we don't deserve harassment yet you continue to do so, your hypocrisy is painful, you claim you don't like certain things but you've done them before on your old private acc because I've witnessed it. Not to mention how petty you are when it comes to people shipping their ocs with canon characters, yet I've seen YOU do it before so what's wrong with me and others doing it? I noticed how you slightly hint at things that have to do with me and my friends, but what have I ever done to you? You harass people that simply talk to us, we tried to help you, but you wouldn't listen to a damn thing we would say. I also wanna say that I don't care how much you hate a certain character, no one cares, you aren't getting a gold medal for being a "number 1 hater" you're just being annoying as hell and a petty brat. Your strong hatred towards something or a character people like is so fucking weird, you act like they burned down your home or did something horrible to you, I don't have a problem with disliking a character but the way you act is so immature. I barely ever spoke to you and the fact that you don't like me simply because of me talking to my friends is so petty. You would always change the subject whenever we wanted to talk about things we liked, I'm so sick and tired of hearing pholue this and pholue that, let us speak for once about something that isn't about that stupid fire bird and pirate for once. You also seem to love bullying small children when they make their own fanfiction, children should be allowed to have fun and be creative when they make their writing, and ranting about "cute girl ocs in the kj fandom" there's nothing wrong with that, I know damn well that it was hinting at my main KJ oc, don't fucking deny that because I know you, you blocked my parody acc that was made simply for fun, no harm, only for fun. And it's very ironic considering she is one that is shipped with a canon character, so stupid how you get mad at people for having fun and doing things that are FUCKING NORMAL

You constantly pull the "IM A MINOR!2!1!1!" card, guess what? I am too, how do you think you're gonna get anywhere in life doing that shit? You aren't, your gonna grow up to be an adult and the hard life is gonna hit you like a fucking truck. This has been going on for a year now and you need to fucking get over it, we TRIED to help you but once again you wouldn't listen, we would try to poke jokes and have fun but you would get mad. We didn't do anything to hurt you, and the fact that you basically made us look like bad guys is fucking wrong and sickening, do you know how hard it is to try and talk to people now without them knowing that you spoon fed them lies about us??? You need to just get off the internet ENTIERLY, and go outside and get some fresh air and grass [it might help you] I just want to continue living my life with my friends and do my writing in peace without your noisy obnoxious ass.

You've made the KJ community a hell pit, you've upset my friends and myself, you've ruined everything for everyone. Everything was so peaceful until you decided to run your loud mouth to everyone. I'm so sick and tired of you and hope your sorry ass learns a lesson. I'm done trying to be calm and be nice. The world doesn't revolve around you, and telling lies isn't gonna get you anywhere, fuck off and leave me the HELL alone and my friends.

Grow the fuck up and leave me and my friends alone.

#to my followers im sorry for this rant #to my friends im genuinely so sorry you have to deal with this #this is such bullshit #grow the fuck up and get a better life #leave me alone

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k-roi · 2 years ago

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REQUEST GUIDELINES

back to the masterlist ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

below are boundaries and limits in who i write, what i do write, what i do not write, what i might write for, suggestions on how to request and an important end note

☆ who do i write for?

avatar franchise, including movies one and two! not including the comics as i haven’t read them.

i love writing especially in lo’ak’s pov concerning his ships, but will write in other’s if specifically asked for!

stray fandoms include: voltron, bnha, peter parker/spiderman (tom holland’s version), etc

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☆ what i do write?

baseline tropes (such as wholesome fics, fluff, romance)

rarepairs and canon pairs welcomed! i don’t necessarily have to ship your rarepair for me to write it, because i know how awful it is to have crumbs for your favourite ship.

introspective pieces for single characters that don’t have relationships attatched to them. this can focus on certain struggles, outlook on life, platonic relationships with other people, or figuring out their sexuality without romance

angst, angst with a happy ending, angst without a happy ending. be direct in what you want though! misunderstandings, falling out of love, etc

obscure au’s, perhaps involving human au’s, odd situations and crack taken seriously. i love seeing how your minds work and you might think up an idea i’d have never thought of!

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☆ what i won’t write?

underage explicit material. very self-explanatory, i just don’t feel comfortable with it.

angst involving cheating is a HARD no

certain ships/dynamics in this list to be added -> aonunete (not my cup of tea), poly relationships (i have zero experience in this and would definitely mess up dynamics unfortunately), movie actors (that’s weird!), x reader (never written before, don’t know how i’d do, sorry)

dead dove material, such as heavy unprompted gore, explicit self-harm, dark insane behaviour to a worrying degree, sexual harm, sexual abuse, drug abuse, heavy themes of depression, incest, pedophilia, minor x adult, necrophilia, politics, racism, heavy discrimination, age differences and religious themes

oc x canon, unless it’s an oc i’ve referenced before in one of my other fics, such as Ra’yan

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☆ what i might write?

i’m very hit or miss to be honest. if i feel like it, i’ll write your explicit prompts with of-age characters, but if not i’ll probably shelf it for a long time. some crackships/rarepairs i don’t have enough of a grasp on their personalities or interactions, so i may or may not write your prompt for them, my apologies! also these boundaries only exist for prompts given to me—i might decide to write dead dove works (like gore or depression, not the… odder ones) on my own one day, but it would be out of my own willing violation.

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☆ how do i want you to request?

be my little pookie and say please and thank you when requesting something, it goes a long way and might make me more inclined to write your prompt faster! i write out of order and it is not a first come first serve basis—it’s whatever catches my attention and what i write faster. i only write prompts given to me in my ask inbox, NOT in ao3 comments. this is because it is more organized and easier to ticket

go crazy, just don’t make it hyper hyper specific or i’ll get turned off :( i’ll usually write everything as an ao3 fic, but if you just want a mini drabble or headcanons post then lmk ! its easier and fun too

only have a ship in mind? i bitch about not having substance to work with but honestly ignore my whining i’ll usually come up with a situation anyway! like a mystery box

please add a note if you do not want a certain ship or character in the background of your prompt, because my aonoak hindbrain will usually add it in anyway! not including prompt ships involving character x aonung or lo’ak to begin with, just in the background ships.

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☆ please note

writing takes a lot of time, and it can take weeks for me to complete and publish my works. don’t spam me for updates please! don’t send me anything you’ve sent or will send to another blog. don’t request a certain fic length—that’s up to me to decide and write out. you do not have to violate any of these boundaries for me to not want to write your prompt. my rules can and will change over time as i grow and change as a person. if i start to dislike one of my fics, i won’t delete it, but i may orphan or put it under anonymous, and remove it off my masterlist. it’ll still exist on ao3, but i will have cut ties with it. IMPORTANT: if you request something explicit, you must not be anon and you must have your age in your bio showing you are 18+

please note: you can chat w me in my inbox for whatever! i love these more than prompts sometimes <3 send in a 🐳 emoji with your prompt to prove you read through this all! and also pls stop bringing up a*nunete and why i don’t like them, i don’t ship them and frankly never will

#requesting guidelines #rules #boundaries and limits #ao3 #fanfic #request #fanfiction #writer #prompts #atwow #awow #avatar way of water #avatar prompts

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rexxdjarin · 1 year ago

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Ok I have just a few more thoughts on this:

In any fandom, you’re going to have many, many people writing for the same character. It’s inevitable. You might even get similar stories/plots/topics covered etc.

Other people writing canon x oc stories isn’t taking your space in line.

there are (and should be) unlimited opportunities for as many people as possible to write their take on a original character relationship with a canon character.

There is room for everyone.

No two stories and no two oc’s will be the same. There will always be different approaches, slightly different interpretations and headcanons. Hell- different writers might even have different ways of interpreting CANON characters.

We have to stop acting like there’s a quota for the amount of people who are allowed to ship an original character with a certain canon character. Or that only one persons interpretation is correct. That just limits the size and creativity of a fandom. And that’s no fun for anyone. (And you might find yourself with a dwindling audience because you’re pushing away your readers with your weird ugly fandom cannibalism)

It’s easy to talk about your own OC a lot as a way to promote your stories. I completely understand that. Engagement is hard with any writing/creative works and specifically with characters no one else knows but you. We want our work to be seen/read.

But we should all, myself included, work very hard to make sure that we aren’t doing so as a way to talk over other creators or eliminate any room for them to have their stories too.

We can all check ourselves and make sure we are always making space for more creative minds, not shrinking it.

If you write canon x OC and you think your OC character is the only one that fits the canon character - then i'm sorry to break it to you babe, but you're actually delusional.

#I’m ranting lol #but everyone is allowed to have an oc and talk about them #AND SHARE THEM WITH OTHERS #everyone’s work and characters matter #there’s often so much out there it’s hard to keep up #but letting other people have some space is important #and I will always advocate for that #canon x oc #canon x oc writers

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wristic · 7 years ago

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To Forsake All Love (Part 2)

Pairing: Sigurd X Reader (tho this one has a lot of teasing from all the boys cause in a perfect fantasy you marry one ya marry’em all heh’ya kn’h’ow what h’am say’h’in)

Word Count: 4600

Warnings: Bishop Edmure turns out to be as dickish as he seemed (also abusive)

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5-

@the-irish-princess @amazinggraceling @littlesnorlaxx

You squeezed at your temples, bombarded with papers and papers from dukes, barons and viscounts. Apparently people called your father a usurper for his disposal of Osberht, his former brother and King of Northumbria. Apparently that meant your claim was even less solid. It seemed no one wanted to reflect that a man could lose his mind even after years of good services and perhaps change was necessary.

Though you supposed your father was no better at times. His rage against any oppressors had him in the ways of a tyrant, something he once feared would become of his brother. You remembered little of your uncle, but you remembered the paranoid look in his eye, the way he’d forget things suddenly or fall into fits of bizarre frustration.

It had been well over a week since you offered your hand and hadn't heard a single word. It only stressed you further to have it pop up in your head, you letting your weary skull drop onto the desk with a loud thud.

Ingweald barged in and you were quick to snap up and look the part of a lady. Back straight, hands folded, and headache hammering away. “They're here.”

You resisted rolling your eyes because how were you suppose to know at this point who would show up at the castle. The past week alone the court was filled to the brim everyday with a list of complaints. “Who is?”

“The Northmen.”

Like a bucket of ice water dropping, the news jumped your attention and spiked your headache. Standing, you straightened your pale blue dress, waist belted in a silver chain of jeweled spades. It may have been soon but you figured if you were to look forward to a marriage, no matter who, you needed to stop the appearance of your mourning period. Especially given they were the reason for it.

Every step to the main hall was another that burned at your nerves. When you came to the door you had to stop, hand on your belly to ease the onslaught of sickness that threatened to take you. Letting out a slow steadying breath,

Ingweald swung the door open and into the Great Hall where you were met by your mother; Godwine trying to usher her back to her room. She was like a frightened mouse in front of the empty King's chair. As scared to tears as she was, Ealswith made herself the wall between you and the Northman filling the hall.

You were quick but tall as you walked up to your pale tear stricken mother. “You should be resting-”

“It's alright to run!” Her voice was a hushed and shaking as she whispered. “God will guide us to safety, there's no shame for women in running!” The fright in her voice broke your heart knowing it was your doing.

Gently gripping your mother's wrists you backed her up from the chair. “Mother have faith in me-”

“I lost my husband, I won't lose you too!” she wept.

“You won't lose me.” You handed Queen Ealswith off to Godwine and Ingweald by the door, whispering. “Please, if you can't accept this as my will then accept it as Gods. Go to the sanctuary and pray he does not abandon us just yet.” You nodded to Godwine who was gentle in leading the sobbing and broken Queen out of the room.

Brushing a stray hair out of your face, you re-gathered yourself and turned to the awaiting guests. Standing in front of the Kings chair but not daring to sit in it, you examined the rather large group of warriors, thankfully not in their armor. The five from the lifted platform stood in a row from tallest to shortest ending with the darkest one relaxed at a table. Instead of being sympathetic or touched by the display of love from your mother, they were amused, except the one glowering at you from his seat.

“Has my proposal been accepted?” The court was quiet. Even your own subjects that had since scuttled in at the sides to see the historical moment, even if that moment ended in their slaughter, were painfully silent.

The one you handed the ring to, who you originally proposed to and found yourself relaxed in his company stepped forward, flashing a prideful smirk at his brothers before he ascended the stone steps to meet you. He presented a ring of his own, a thick solid gold band.

“I, Sigurd Ragnarsson, have accepted your proposal of marriage.” You nodded and took it, jumping when the Northmen erupted into a cheer that blasted the halls before your own people could murmur in worriment. The mirth shook your own anxiety till it tickled you and you unintentionally laughed as well, though it wouldn't be a terrible offence if it was on purpose.

You gripped his hands leaning in close so he could hear. “I can’t possibly do enough to thank you for this. I know an arranged marriage isn’t much to be desired but I’ll be a good-”

Sigurd slipped a hand from yours and cradled your face, pulling your lips into his. You gasped, your body instinctively leaning back but he didn't seem to mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and embracing you flush against him.

You had never been kissed before. The terror your father would have brought down on you were he to find out always chilled you out of any romantic situation. Though you had imagined what it might be like, you always assumed it would be in the way you'd only ever seen, chaste and brief, cold. Instead you felt like glowing, safe even. It made you wonder why your parents never embraced like this, so tightly and for so long you couldn't breath and started to feel dizzy. When Sigurd broke away you immediately covered your face to hide the big toothy smile that bloomed from it.

He turned and shouted something in his own language, riling up the men again as he kept you in his arm. You felt a kiss on your forehead before he moved behind you and sat in your father's chair like it had been his this whole time, and called for a round of drinks. Gulping, you shot a glimpse to your countrymen. None were smiling, most looked downright murderous while others fearful. Pushing down the swelling guilt you motioned for some of the stewards to prepare a feast for the guests. The Northmen however were bringing their own barrels and foods, taking up the seats in the halls. Quietly you slipped away as his brothers stepped up to congratulate Sigurd.

You didn't get far to the kitchen when Bishop Edmure rushed up, “I have known you since your birth-” you slowed, feeling that headache make its comeback. “You have always been a vestal, modest young lady. You’ve always known your place and did your duties without complaint.” He came upon you, red faced and fuming. “So it eludes me where you would come up with such a heinous idea, not even consulting the court I might add, and expect no one to refuse these invaders. I have no choice but to think you simple for even agreeing to such terms. Or is it more sinful desires like your sister you seek?”

It took everything in you to not snap at him for a grotesque lack of faith and such dire accusation. “If you want to run, by all means, no one in this country is my prisoner. I however am not afraid. You can't change my decision anymore then you can change the tides.” You made to leave but a sudden intense grip fell on your arm dragging you back to the Bishop. You held back your hiss, his fingers digging into the tender flesh in his rage.

“These are heathens, rapists, and cannibals-”

“Bishop. Let go of me.”

Edmure gave a hard yank, enough you worried the coming bruise would spread to your shoulder. “Your mother had a duty to this realm, something you have usurped from her and twisted to your own perverse desires.” You went to argue but he shouted over you, his teeth grinding in his fury and for a moment you saw the ghost of your father. “Protecting the realm does not involve tossing us to the invaders like scraps for the dogs!”

You didn't say anything, your head dipped in submission. Bishop Edmure threw your sore arm and left you alone in the echoing hall. Only when you were truly alone did you release a shuttering breath, letting your eyes water enough for you to rub them away.

After preparing for some on-the-spot festivities with the cooks for the rest of the evening, you retreated to the old office of your father's, finding sanctuary in the silence and warm sun through the tall windows. The documents were already drawn up, all that needed to happen now was the wedding and consummation. Looking at the papers yet to be imprinted with a royal seal, you shivered.

You wished Judith could be here to tell you what to expect and what to do. You supposed you could ask your mother but remembering asking before, that was a pathetically fruitless endeavor. Lord, now it would only throw your mother into hysterics. You pressed your fingers to your lips. Oddly enough while the kiss was surprising it was also soothing. Or maybe it was the weeks of guesswork, disquiet and fear. To physically feel he wanted to undertake this sort of task, and with enthusiasm was refreshing.

The door creaked open far too soon and Ingweald nodded, a bit uneasy. “Someone is here to speak with you.”

“Why do you always have to…” be so damn cryptic. You sighed, motioning your approval.

One of the brothers to Sigurd walked in. He had a gentleness to him, his eyes inviting and arms behind his back in docility, despite him towering over people. Rounding the center he looked back at Ingweald signaling he wanted to speak alone. You nodded to your guard, excusing him. Wordlessly he made a plea to not leave you alone but you reassured. “It’s fine. You may go.”

Once the door closed the brother became a little more relaxed, letting his hands swing down, stepping up to your desk with a teasing smirk. “Princess, my name is Ubbe. I am a brother to Sigurd.” you nodded, standing and refusing the gut reaction to tell him he was close enough. Stopping at your desk he looked around at the mess before meeting you again, a smirk failing to hide. ”Why are you hiding?”

You directed down at the table. “Is that what you think this is?” he chuckled and you were quick to explain. “Normally, it would be up to my father and Sigurd’s to arrange this wedding and officiate the documents. Clearly that's not going to happen now, and… clearly my mother is not up to the task, so those duties have fallen to me.” An understanding took Ubbe and the cocky demeanor quickly fell. He was a bit awkward then, finding the eagle feather quill a good distraction for his hands.

“We’ve heard whispers. A lot of the Saxons seem to think King Aelle died in battle.”

You thought hard, worried if your tongue wasn't clever enough it would sour the arrangement. There was too little known if Ubbe would have a sway on Sigurd. “It was assumed. I couldn't bring myself to admit to my mother what truly happened. I feared for her health. It seemed… unnecessary to go into detail at court.”

Ubbe seemed more shocked then angry like you expected. “You couldn't admit?”

“Yes. Someone of the house had to retrieve him and few were willing to leave the castle.”

“So you saw…” he motioned to his back insinuating the mutilation.

You had to unhinge your jaw to admit, the strung up image of your father with the skin of his back stretched open flashing. “Yes.”

Taking a step around, he moved all the closer, the feather still twiddling between his fingers. “And you are still going to marry Sigurd? He was there you know. He watched and celebrated like the rest of us. That does not anger you?”

Celebrated didn't sit well. The sheer amount of torture they put your father through, watched and celebrated. It took you a moment to remember your father probably wasn't exactly compassionate in his long awaited revenge against Ragnar, but he didn't hack the man open and hang him up like a grotesque trophy. Lifting your chin you threw off the discomfort he was creating with the ever inching proximity. In that moment you envied him having the quill. “What I feel is irrelevant in the scope of protecting my country.”

Only a foot's distance from you it was hard to look him in the eye. Ubbe was quite a bit taller, broader, and though you hated how your father couldn’t warn you, many of the Northmen were actually rather handsome. Playing with your eagle feather quill he pointed, the brush of it creating a small wind at your quickly heating neck. “But what do you feel, is what I am asking.”

Up close his smirk was rather charming, a playful but devious light in his bright eyes. Swaying lightly in the warm sun, telling yourself to look a little stronger and not step away, you tried to find a right answer. “If I’m being honest, I don't know what I feel. Every move I’ve made since his death has been solely to return balance. But thinking back on it now I suppose I do feel a little bit of resentment for the butchery of my father.”

He scoffed at first, no doubt at the bite toward the end of your words, but then he fell serious when he looked back at you. “What we did to him we consider sacred. He died the highest death we could offer.”

“I’m sure he thought so when you had your hands buried in his chest.” he only broke into a smile again. It seemed to come by him easy. “But…” you shifted feeling unsure about admitting further. This was all some sort of test you could just feel it. You had to gain his favor. “My father… was not the kindest man. I suppose I should stop denying that while I sat next to his body, a part of me felt relief. Like a large splinter had been removed from my foot. It's been freeing.” You sighed, looking at the mess of responsibility before you. “In some ways at least.”

There was a pregnant silence as he mauled over the words. Setting down the quill Ubbe met your gaze. “Thank you for being honest with me. I know how your people are scared of us, and you,” You went to argue but he shook his head. “You do not hide as well as you think.” He teased. “I only want to tell you, Sigurd will respect you. He will never harm you.”

You were taken back by the admission, but recomposed yourself, kicking inside because you should have hid better. You gave a slight bow. “Thank you.”

He smiled almost embarrassed for you for bowing, dropping the quill and taking your hand. Ubbe started leading you away from the desk. “Good. You can get back to this,” he gave a vague wave to your mess of papers. “later. We are in no hurry to leave. You should get to know him better.”

Your gaze was glued to his hand as he was more concerned with watching where he was going. It was so strange having men freely touch you. Under your Father's reign the younger feared for their hands being removed while the older kept to themselves out of pride. In his death it was like a clasp had been unlock. Thinking back to Edmure, you weren't sure if all of it would be good. Then you thought of Sigurd and your soon to be wedding night. If Ubbe felt your hand clench, he didn't acknowledge it.

Back in the main hall, you didn't see a single one of your people. It was filled with Northmen and women, comfortable after their long journey and setting up for a long night. It reminded you of the visit to the Wessex Capitol. Most didn't acknowledge you and Ubbe, who led you with a motivating hand on your back. Sigurd had taken to standing near a table with his company, smiling and laughing with a drink in his hand.

Ubbe called to him a few times and was only able to hear when they were close. Raising his eyes Sigurd was jubilant to see you, “Ah! My Queen!” You felt awkward but smiled, Sigurd throwing you off by wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your burning cheek. He drug you to the table and directed you to sit down with him. Another of his brothers, the darker one sitting a few people down seemed to tease in their language. Sigurd waved it off offering you his drink. “Here, to relax you.”

You took it, giving him a queer look. Did you really seem that tense? You supposed you were but didn't think it showed so much. Taking a sip, it was an odd mix of flavors. Sweet and then nutty, bitter in a much different way than wine and filled your stomach warmly. Taking another more fuller sip you looked around the table at all the strange people while they talked in their strange language. The men seemed to be more interested in braids and tattoo’s then the women. It reminded you of how birds were at times, the male's far more exotic in appearance. Though that wasn't to say the woman weren't beautiful in their more humble dress. Seeing their hair down and wild along their shoulders added such a natural allure.

Amidst your observations Sigurd’s hand fell and gripped your thigh and you flinched hard enough the dark haired brother laughed, apparently having been watching you and he teased again. Sigurd didn't seem fine with it this time, chipping back bitterly. The two glared at each other and you could sense an intense rift only Ubbe tried to soothe. Whatever he said made both their faces fall into amusement, a certain wickedness in the darker one as he took a last glimpse of you. Sigurd turned to you then, you hiding behind your cup. “I did not mean to startle you.”

“I-its not…” shifting stiffly, you leaned into him, something he was quick to return and embrace you a little tighter. “I’m just not used to people touching me that's all.”

He tilted his head, looking off, the words didn't seem to sit well. “Not used to people touching you?” He looked back and you had a hard time not looking into his slit eye, as entirely fascinating as it was. “Have you never been in love before?”

You chuckled taking another drink. “It's hard to fall in love when your father has an eye like a mad dog wherever you go.” You didn't catch the way he glanced to Ubbe with an uneasy look shared between them.

It was fun to see all the Northmen become more and more surprised by the amount of fruits and vegetables being brought in to accompany their bowls of meat. You enjoying having to explain you weren’t lying about it being a fertile land, eating a vine of fat grapes yourself. The afternoon carried on into the night, the drink Sigurd kept refilling doing its job of relaxing you and making you laugh even when you didn't know what they were talking about. Through the night you found yourself more and more in Sigurd’s lap, until a lull hit and you were falling asleep on his shoulder despite the party being exceptionally rowdy around you.

You could barely feel your face but you did feel hands playing with the pins of you hair, undoing them and twirling the long strands as they splayed along your shoulders. Attention seemed to get brought to you, the voices to the band of brothers all facing your direction. There was some laughing, some teasing, seeping into a flirtatiousness as they seemed to speak about you. The one you got to know as Ivar suddenly got defensive, spouting the word ‘Christian’ like it was a slur while the rest kept trying to lure him into something. The hair was pulled back over your shoulder to expose your neck. The cool air felt nice when Hvitserk drew close, his voice goading and low. Something hot and slick suddenly swiped behind your ear startling you awake. Touching where a dampness was left you were barely able to gauge your surroundings while the boys laughed.

“Why don't uh, why don't we get you to bed.” Sigurd patted, chuckling into his last drink before helping you out of the table.

Standing you swayed a little waiting for Sigurd to gather himself, Hvitserk waving at you. “Goodnight Princess. It was nice to meet you!” He was laughing still at a joke you seemed to miss, rubbing away at the tingling sensation behind your ear that tugged at your spine.

Though your head spun you were still able to lead Sigurd to the stairs, up to the tower of your room. At one point you slipped and he had to catch you, you falling into a giggle fit while the world spun to catch up. “How are you so stable Sigurd?”

He scoffed. “Because I know how to pace myself.”

“Sorry, father never let me drink on my own before.” you bashfully admitted through your giggling. “It didn't taste like it could get me drunk.”

“It is nothing, it is cute.” he smiled down at your shy face. After a moment he added trepidly, “... your father did not let you do a lot of things did he?”

“No, it wasn't modest for a lady.” you let your head fall against his shoulder again as you climbed the steps.

Once in your room you let go of him and flopped onto your bed. The ceiling wouldn't stop spinning, your body tingling delightfully. A weight shifted on either side of you but it didn't bother you into opening your eyes. As soft as a feather lips brushed yours, settling in the most gentle manner. A little startled your hands lazily tried to jump, but as the soothing glow from the kiss in the Great Hall returned, they fell on the strong forearms holding him up.

When Sigurd broke away, finger stroked some strands from your face and kissed you again, just as sweet as before. “You are… very beautiful.” He sighed.

You got so embarrassed, covering your face to hide your smile. “Oh goodness! Stop saying that!”

He chuckled at your behavior. “Why? My brothers are so jealous,” there was such a pride in his voice. “even Ivar as much as he won't admit it.” He settled on top of you, his legs still off the bed. “You can not tell me no one has ever called you beautiful before.”

“My mother maybe.” you chuckled rubbing your heated face.

He laughed at that. “No one else?!” Pushing your hands out of the way he replaced them by running his fingers along your hot cheek and down to your neck. “I would risk the loss of a few hands just to tell you how beautiful you are everyday.”

You were both smiling as he kissed you again. This time when he broke Sigurd didn't stray far. Every kiss had your lips feeling more and more lazy, your body wanting to squirm with some foreign thrill blooming under your skin.

A hot slickness came back, filling your mouth, you giving a frightful gasp that fell into a high moan as it stirred a heat throughout you. It excited him, hands now running down your chest, your back aching for more as they passed by your stomach and something lower ached to be touched the same. Your hands suddenly wanted to have every sensation pass them, sliding for his heat, his bare skin, tugging at his clothes.

As his tongue explored you an intense heat and tightness brewed low in your belly, your hips squirming for attention. Of what kind you didn't quite know. Sigurd found the pinch of your waist, using incredible strength to lift and adjust you beneath him, making you give a small whine as the heat between your legs already missed him. His mouth only broke away to breathe a small moment, you yourself finding you didn't want to stop as the spinning in your head numbed all thought.

However, feeling the touch of air hit your legs and tugging up your dress you came to a realization. Bolting right up, you slid back from Sigurd with wide terrified eyes. “We can't do that! It would be immoral!”

After blinking a few times to catch up, he flicked the edge of your dress now in front of him but you patted it down. “Immoral? We are going to be married in a few days. If that.”

“Well yes but I need to be pure-”

“Pure.” Sigurd scoffed. “You say that like making love is dirty.”

“It is if it's for fun!” You were holding your knees tight against your chest, your body furious you pulled away and all the parts in need burning and throbbing in protest to your words.

Sigurd looked more and more disturbed by that proclamation. “You do not honestly believe that do you?”

Dipping your head, your eyes were too afraid to look at his disappointment. It didn’t help in that moment you weren't entirely sure. “Of course I do. That, is for making children. It's sinful to do out of lust.”

His face fell into a scornful sort of humor. “I’m going to be honest. If this is your 'Christian way’, it sounds terrible.”

“What sounds terrible?”

“You never have sex outside of making children? No even just to love each other? That sounds like such a cold bed.”

You held yourself a little closer in defense. “That's how my parents did it. My father was particularly proud of that.” You thought back to how you even acknowledged there was no heat in your parents relationship, wondering how they didn't give to the dizziness that came with the warmth of affection. It was a dangerous fire to feed. And now that you were coming to the realization your fear was more for Sigurd, like your father was still looming over you, threatening the boys with but a look. An inquisition started between what you wanted and what your duties wanted as a Christian woman. Judith certainly didn't care about all that. Judith also knew a lot more about sex than you did.

Sigurd came up to kiss you again but you were feeling far too bashful now, so he kissed your forehead instead. A finger tilted up your chin to look at him. “I did not mean to scare you. Okay?” Seeing the sincerity in his eyes caused the frantic protectiveness of your maidenhead to quell and you smiled and nodded. “I’ll… dump some cold water on myself and see you tomorrow.” You didn't quite understand the first part but nodded again all the same.

He chanced another kiss on your lips but you were still in fear of being devoured by the hungry beast of lust thrashing in your belly, the apex between your legs throbbing for so much more than a kiss. His hand fell from your turned away face, the bed shifted with his weight lifted.

“I did like it.” You mumbled, but the room was too quiet, he heard. Looking back you brushed your legs through your dress and smiled gently. Sigurd returned it but a brazen light hit his eyes.

“You will be Queen soon. A Queen should take the things she likes.” With that he left, the door closing with a thud but what echoed were Judith's words.

It feels like I could set the whole world on fire, and I’d laugh while I burned with it.

#sigurd ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye #sigurd x reader #sigurd imagine #vikings imagine #To Forsake All Love #my stuff #These boys will be the death of me #is it weird to ship your own oc like way hard with a certain character?#I just feel like both his honesty and gentleness as a lover is so perfect for her

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hellroots · 3 years ago

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『 MOBILE FRIENDLY RULES 』

— here you will find my rules or can also find them on my gdocs as well once i’m done with it. please like this if you read it, but otherwise don’t interact with this post, thank you. rest assured that i always read my moots rules before following and that i fully expect the same courtesy. i tried not to let them get too long but feel free to ask me anything you wanna know about them if it’s not clear ok?

『 THE MUN』

NOXTROMUN, THEY/THEM, 21+, BRAZILIAN

shy but friendly ! i don't follow for follow, if i follow you that means i've read your rules and want to write with you. i have no triggers nor squicks of my own except drama in the dash, for that reason i do not engage in callouts/witch hunts and if you do it on a constant basis i might have to hard block you for my own peace of mind. although i may come off too strong/harsh, i am always up to talking things out privately. as long as you are civil, so am i. any form of hate will be deleted and blocked - sometimes mocked, if i’m feeling cocky…

『 THE BLOG』

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primarily run on a low activity \ effort and with a slow speed.. my muselist changes a lot, depends a lot on what i’m watching lately so bear with me please. this is a drama free zone, therefore do realise that mun ≠ muses and (obviously) writing ≠ condoning !! as a quick note, do keep in mind that my blog is my safe space, just as your blog is yours - you are responsible for your own internet experience just as i am responsible for mine. should anything in my blog annoy/trigger/squick you, i strongly encourage you to block me & not write with me - your mental health is far more important ( for me, and hopefully for you as well ) than rp. on that note, please do not softblock me - that’s annoying, just hardblock please.

『 THE TRIGGERS』

TRIGGER HEAVY, PROPERLY TAGGED AND TAKING NO CRAP

i usually tend to write for trigger heavy fandoms (such as asoiaf, kingdom and others) and may incorporate some of it into my writing, muses' backgrounds and overall characterization. if you're bothered \ squicked \ triggered by that, i kindly encourage you to reconsider and not follow me. no amount of rp fun is worth your mental health. i try to tag everything accordingly and i fully expect the same courtesy for our followers' sakes. be aware that there may be mentions of death, gore, violence, consanguinamory \ endogamy (especially when it comes to the lannisters and kekkei genkai clans), rape ( kingdom, though it will only be mentioned on the character’s backstory ) and cannibalism ( hannibal and kingdom ) , as well as unhealthy relationships and dynamics alongside with powerplay, and otherwise bad behaviours. for all that is sacred, please, do note that i, the mun, do not approve, support or condone any of these actions or behaviours !! i simply am capable of separating fiction from reality. as long as everything is properly tagged, with mutual consent and there are no minors involved (muse and especially not muns), . i support the right of a consenting adult to explore these awful dark topics in a safe fictional environment with other like minded consenting adults, people shouldn’t have to share their traumas to strangers on the internet to explain why they write what they write, be considerate. if that notion bothers you perhaps you might not want to interact with me, for both of ours sakes. fair warning, most of my graphics and aesthetics might trigger those who have xylophobia/hylophobia (phobia of trees or wooded areas), and considering it is a main theme here i will not be tagging it, i'm sorry. but its too many. however, if you want me to create a special tag for you, there's no issue! it will be either "[your mun name] don't look!" or "[your url] don't look!", whichever you prefer. QUICK EDIT/ADDITION: i do not believe that aging up fictional characters is inherently a bad thing - from what i understand, the whole appeal of aging up a character is that while you like their personality but you do not want them to be kids (for whatever reason) but insteasd adults. if you are one of those who think that aging up a character is automatically something bad (without even knowing why it was done in the first place) don’t bother following me because i do think that opinion is quite silly.

『 THE INTERACTIONS』

OC, DUPLICATE, MULTIMUSE AND CANON DIVERGENT FRIENDLY

my tagging system is simple, i tag triggers as "tw; x" and . images that may be sensitive or triggering as "cw; x". you can further see how my tags work by taking a look at my tag dump post, just search ‘tag dump’ on my blog and you will find the most recent one i’m using. i shitpost and talk oocly on the dash constantly but you can easily blacklist my tag if it bothers you. here's something you should know about me: when i'm doing drafts i usually don't feel like chatting much, so please do not spam me because i won't be able to reply, i love to talk with my moots but sometimes it overwhelms me. on that note, please don't pester me for replies ic or ooc, i am slow and chances are that if you try to guilt trip me or just nag me about it i'll leave as the ones i'll get to in the later end on purpose, just out of spite. yes, i be like that. please be patient - i’ll never pressure you and expect the same in return. plotting wise: i prefer to just wing it with just a faint idea of where to take the thread but honestly i'm cool with anything. please be considerate when formatting your replies, i have a bad eyesight & if i can't read it, i won't bother with it. my own formatting is simple and clean. on a smaller note, please bear with me and my muses as my muses ramble a lot but you don't have to match the length, just give me something to work with. if we write together, the chances of me making edits/tagging you in stuff are really big, just lmk if you don’t like that though !

『 THE FLEET』

MOSTLY BI/PAN MUSES, MULTISHIP AND MULTIVERSE, SMUT FRIENDLY

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『 THE FINAL NOTES』

GENERAL RP ETIQUETTE APPLIES, CREDITS, THANK YOU FOR READING MY RULES

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pigspeetsandhooflikefeets · 4 years ago

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Hey. I don’t like posting this because I like to be a positive person and this is a really cool and positive fandom, but I need to say please avoid melodicalmusic on DeviantArt/doggiebeats on Quotev. Initially I thought it was just someone who was missing the point, but they are far worse and actively harmful. (notes under cut)

melodicalmusic/doggiebeats is the author and illustrator of an au fic named “Velo Life”. At first glance it is harmless, the art is fine. The story revolves around a mask named Pap (a papillon dog) doing things, being an assistant to the monarchy, and dating Fox. Sometimes other masks get chapters, but the overall focus is on her oc, which is fine, as ocs can be good. The problem isn’t conception, it’s execution.

Transphobia: Melodic decided to cast Leopard as a non-binary intersex character. It was a fair design choice, other than the fact she referred to them as a “pseudo-h*rmaphodite”, which is medically outdated, as well as the inclusion of ‘pseudo’ is more offensive than the slur alone. Leopard has biological cubs, despite most intersex (obviously not all) being infertile or unable to carry children showing a lack of research on the topic, as well as it being a very dysphoric situation for many trans and intersex people.

Leopard was referred to as a “quing”, combination “queen” and “king”. Now. Mull over it. Okay stop mulling, because she had every inch to just use “Monarch”, such as “Monarch Leopard”, as well as titles like “Their/Your Majesty”, which works for both kings and queens, so it should have been suitable for Leopard.

Unprompted, she backpedaled saying “But I wanted Leopard in my AU to be a actual female. Cause I think it's for the best. Everyone kinda hated Leopard, but I love everything she does. No not Transgender, just really a female.”. Besides the fact she took it in her own hands to decide that a mask played by Seal was ‘now a cis woman’, she implies that trans women are not women, calling cis women ‘really a female’.

In her fic, the only other trans character is Egg, who is exceptionally ambiguous to being trans, not specifying if Egg is NB, FTM, or if he as well was going to be intersex. She dedicates a chapter to pride month, yet a lot of the focus is on the cishet masks (Pap (her oc), Frog, and Fox), as well as a concerning ship of T-Rex and Poodle, as everyone knows that T-Rex is somewhat coded to be a child, since Jojo was only 16 when she performed. Despite claiming to respect trans people, she only had two trans characters, and decided that one of them wouldn’t be trans anymore because “I admired the high-pitch voice that was fitted for the Leopard, it just suits SO well. Even if the show kept going, I always hear the digital high vocals.”. Call me crazy, but that’s not a reason to make a man a cis woman.

As a trans man, Leopard was disgustingly handled in the show with the panel first week, accusing Seal of ‘tricking’ them for wearing drag and acting feminine (not acting like a woman, acting feminine), and I hoped it wouldn’t leech into the fandom. Clearly I was wrong.

Homophobia: Where to start with this. As stated, she changed Leopard from a NB intersex character (in her original canon) to a cis woman. In the fic, Leopard is married to Nick. I don’t need to tell you that she made Nick x Leopard into a straight ship. She made the only gay ship tease in the show into a straight ship. I wish it ended here.

Somali, an oc, has potential. Not here, but he has it. Somali is gay. If you think I’m undermining his character, that is his character. Somali likes magic and theater, and is very flamboyant. He is a gay walking stereotype. In his description, it is stated, “The story is that he turnout Gay, Of course Pappy was Supportive, but she knew it wasn't fair, especially through everything she's involved.” If you need me to translate: Somali broke up with Pap after realizing he was gay. Pap saw that as unfair, and that she was a victim of being lead on because he found out he was gay. Yes, Pap is making Somali being gay and dealing with his internalized homophobia… about herself. She goes to the point of calling him her nemesis. Which is a... toxic way to refer to someone who broke up with you on clean terms.

Somali eventually teams up with Rottweiler, Pap’s brother (who abuses her, despite it being out of character in every means) and is. Evil, and he hates Pap now apparently. We can’t go a minute without the gay oc being evil huh. Somali being gay doesn’t add to the story, it just suggests the only reason he stopped dating her was that he was gay (which is bad and offensive in Pap’s eyes) because he is not shown to fall for Rottweiler, or have any crushes on other male masks. His homosexuality is an accessory tag, and it’s really not a good one when he is the only gay character with a lot of lines.

Every. Character. That. Is. LGBT. Is. A. Token. Ice Cream and T-Rex are the closest ones to not be tokens, as Ice Cream has a job at a diner and T-Rex gets lines, but T-Rex is only used for exposition, and again, a child shipped with an adult mask. Peacock’s and Rabbit’s role outside of the first chapter is to have a rocky relationship, being forced to rekindle their relationship after Pap tells them to do so for a love festival. Several of the female masks are bisexual or lesbians, but they add so little to the plot, that I don’t even remember which ships are which. Every [since Leopard used to not be but is now] main character is heterosexual and cis (Pap, Fox, Leopard, Kitty, Frog, Turtle, Rottweiler) which doesn’t imply that she actually is that pro LGBT. Drawings of hers for Ice Cream and Egg are captioned “Just something Gay for you guys to see~” (fetishizing much?).

Ableism: One of the ocs in the fic is a Red Panda, who is related to Panda (don’t be confused, animal wise they are not closely related at all). In the fic, Red Panda suffers from PTSD due to an accident which caused her to be disabled in the leg, who uses a single-leg-crutch to walk. The physical disability is handled well enough, not being a hindrance or made fun of, but her personality is the worst. Red Panda is a cowardly and sniveling child, scared of her own shadow and completely incompetent. Her PTSD is very thinly written, not giving her any specific triggers or reasons for anxiety. If her PTSD was presented with her being afraid of entering a vehicle or certain smells that would relate to the accident (rubber, smoke, leather), it would make sense, but Red Panda is scared of everything. On a dare, Frog tells Kitty to impersonate a mask. Kitty impersonates Red Panda, making fun of her cowardice, which can be an actual attack on people who have PTSD (like myself), Kitty justifies herself, saying she couldn’t think of anyone else, Red Panda immediately accepting it. Being a minor character, there is no time for her to develop, and the Red Panda we were presented with is already a mess.

In the same chapter that Red Panda is introduced, Axolotl (mentioned a lot later) dares Fox to remove his prosthetic arm. I don’t need to need prosthesis to know that asking someone to take their ARM OFF is unfunny and uncalled for. Pap, Fox’s girlfriend, decided to take the time and kissed the welt, commenting that it “looked interesting”. Don’t- don’t do that. Don’t kiss people’s scars or cuts or welts or anything related to their disability, especially without permission. Axolotl was being ablest to Fox and somehow Fox didn’t know better and forgot to tell her she was acting uncivilized, despite being one of the smartest masks in the canon.

Condoning Incest: One of the ocs in the fic is an Axolotl. The axolotl is Frog’s biological sister, Frog having Turtle as his adopted brother, which in fic Turtle is stated to have been adopted in Frog’s family for over 15 years. In the axolotl’s description, it is stated “Though Axolotl is a relative of him, She deeply has a crush on him. Which maybe weird but hey, Turtle's Adopted. So not a big deal”. No, it’s not ‘ok’ because Turtle is adopted, especially since they’ve been related 15 years. It’s not like Frog and Turtle are ‘close enough to be brothers’, they are related by law. Axolotl is presented to quirkily force a kiss on Turtle in one chapter, which she is not punished or condoned for 1. Sexually harassing him 2. Committing incest and putting it on his conscience, OTHER than her getting salmonella, which all characters who kiss Turtle are prone to getting (Ice Cream in chapter was stated to have fallen sick after kissing him). Axolotl is treated completely fine and Turtle has her in his band, regardless of the fact she is predatory towards him. Additionally, Axolotl is treated as a babysitter towards all of the children on the island, despite, again, sexually harassing someone she is related to, which people saw happen.

Incest is a harmful thing that can cause people to self-deprecate themselves or worse. It’s not a quirky “ha ha, they kissed, so funny!” because Axolotl DOES want to prey on Turtle. She DOES want to be with him. She didn’t CARE about his feelings, in the moment or after. It wasn’t a cute kiss on the cheek, and it wasn’t funny.

Fetishization of Japan: Pap is a weeeeeb. Pap is stated to be Japanese (her last name being Akita) which is confusing on account of the fact Rottweiler and her family are not shown to be Japanese? Anyways, Pap uses broken Japanese, completely unsparingly, and just says it in a way she expects everyone to understand her. It’s not Engrish, she speaks English well enough, she just adds it in sentences, and Melodic doesn’t even offer translations at the end of chapters. Phrases used are arbitrary, one some reason ending with “translator”. Entire sentences can be in Japanese, making the story hard to follow. If this fetishization of the language was limited to Pap, it’d be more tolerable, but other masks, ones who have no reason to know Japanese, use it as well, equally poorly.

Xenophobia: Some reason the USA and UK masks are all good guys (other than Rottweiler) but the German masks live in a ‘badlands’. German Monster teams up with Rottweiler and is his girlfriend, while German Dragon sexually assaults Kitty when they go through the badlands. There is no rhyme or reason why they are the scapegoated ‘evil’ series, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Inability to handle criticism: I tried. I tried my absolute best to tell her that what she was writing was harmful and past borderline offensive. I told her that Somali was a gay stereotype and very poorly presented, not getting a personality out of ‘likes singing’ (which all masks do…) and ‘is evil gay’. She didn’t care. We told her she was using slurs and that turning a mask played by Seal into a cis woman was offensive and transphobic (as well as Leopard already poorly being handled). She didn’t care.

In fact she more than didn’t care. She called us insensitive and whiny. Quote from her, "Now, I been feeling upset about some Haters/Karens harassing me on my AU ideas. And yes that's dumb.” Karens. You know, the stereotypical older women who hate the gays and trans people and bully people doing their jobs? Karens? Yeah, no. A Karen would be against any characters being trans or gay, insisting the show is for families, not telling them to stop using literal slurs (which have been outdated over 20 years) and to actually write gay characters. She genuinely acts like she can do no wrong and that everyone that doesn’t fawn over her is bad. This has nothing to do with the quality of the writing and the lack of grammar, this is about how she is unapologetically offensive and writing triggering content for the sake of being ‘quirky’.

I’m not saying “go rally against her” or “dox her” or “flame her story”, I’m suggesting please don’t give her attention. She’s clearly a child, and she’s not willing to change. All we can do is limit how much attention she gets until she grows up.

#masked singer #the masked singer #talking about this with my group really hurt like this is a bad headspace to be in #I don't want her to quit I want her to grow as a person

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witnss · 3 years ago

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hi! welcome to my oc based in the str.anger th.ings universe. we’re crossover/au friendly, strictly 18+, and mutuals only! i realize being selective can come off a certain kind of way, but i assure you it's purely for comfort. i like getting to know my partners and being selective helps me manage. charlie they/them over twenty - one. below the cut, you’ll find my rules and bio. please read those before deciding to follow. see ya around!

a study in eighties magical realism, found family dynamics, the lost girl, wallflower traits, && the strange concept of TIME.

RULES

reblog from the source and don’t reblog an ask. i usually make a new posts to answer memes which you’re perfectly welcome to reblog and continue if you want.

be kind. don’t harass me for replies or answers to your messages. checking in once in a while is nice but sending multiple messages without getting a reply from me yet can make me feel rushed and guilty. don’t godmod or force ship.

don’t interact with threads you aren’t participating in. personals and non-rp blogs should not interact with any posts as it messes with the notifications. mutuals only are invited to send in memes and respond to open starters.

i choose not to interact with muns that are under 18. i will have different verses for my muse, but i won’t write her under 18. mun and muse are 18+ i will interact with villainous/dark muses but i do not apologize or agree for their actions. i will practice the same selectivity i do with every muse when it comes to interacting with these muses. chemistry between muns and muses is important.

i don’t have triggers to mention. there are topics i refuse to interact with like dub/non-con, gore, and p*dophilia. there may be action typical violence, language, and adult situations. be mindful before following. triggers will be tagged as: trigger tw //

i don’t practice mains or exclusives. i will likely write with different versions of the same character. every muse is unique and their muns work hard on every individual portrayal. unless there’s a special connection between me and another mun, i’m not open to limitations at this time.

my format style is small text triple spaced, all lowercase, and 90x90 sized icons. psd and template credit to somresources.

i reserve the right to change or add to these rules at any point. thanks for reading!

CHARACTER PROFILE

trigger warning: parent death, death, family dysfunction. you are no one in a small town of familiar faces. your purpose is to make it to school on time, keep your head down, and blend in. working weekend shifts leaves you stuck in a stagnate routine. something deep inside of you claws to break through, to break free.

it hadn't always been this way. you used to live on the east coast with your parents until your father died. you were so close to him that you didn't think anyone could compare. not even your own mother. she tried her best, but the two of you could do nothing except butt heads. after the funeral, all your mother could think to do is move back home to indiana. she needed to be close to family and the familiar. to you, it was a death sentence. you were about to graduate and now you would have a new life, no friends, and be bombarded by the friendliness of a supposed uncle you haven't been around since you were a kid. bob newby wasn't so bad. he tried. like really hard. you were helpless to his open heart, and soon barriers fell as you began to do the worst thing you could possibly do: settle in.

alternate "stranger" bio continued: you thought hawkins would be a quiet town, but it was a weird place the more you got to know it and the strange lab that was stationed on the far side of town. on your days off or after school, sometimes you'd find yourself looking through the surrounding fence trying to get at any clues as to what exactly went on in there. you'd mapped out the entire outer layout in no time, and eventually, you began to imagine what it might look like on the inside. late one night, you'd stayed out longer than you should have and a great shock wave emitted from the building. the pulse shook through the trees and into your anatomy. suddenly, nothing felt quite right. your pulse slowed, a light sweat broke out on your forehead and then you black out.

when you next come to, there's a distant clicking. it's the ticking of a clock. all the times you imagined what the lab looked like couldn't prepare you for its reality. a man in a white coat stood above you... he explained something wonderful has happened and that you must remain calm.

as a cover, dr. brenner established an internship that you must attend after school everyday so that he may monitor the effects of the blast. you learned the electro-magnetic pulse wave deconstructed and reanimated your cells, giving you extraordinary "gifts" as the doctor referred to them. your uncle bob was beyond proud of the fact you were attending the lab for a special assignment as he had a keen interest in all science. he'd boast how you'd run the place some day if you continued to work hard. if only he knew the truth. if only you could control your slips into different, parallel universes. if only you went straight home after school before the accident. if only every tick of the second hand on the clock didn't now match each beat of your heartrate.

STATS

name: ruth newby age: eighteen origin: hawkins, indiana orientation: pansexual powers (verse dependent): shift between realities, modify current time ie. slow it down or speed it (drains energy), see into a person’s memories. faceclaim: jessica barden

special notes: if any canon characters would like to plot pre-established relationships, let’s do it! if bob blogs don’t wish to have a pre-established connection based on ruth’s background, we can plot around it.

#pinned.

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prisontoybox · 3 years ago

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17, 19, 25 (shadow lord), 27, 29, 36, 37, 38, 39

//Oops that took a while phew, thank you <3

Munday Asks

17 "What was your first muse?"

I guess other than warrior cats and one other oc that werent necessarily mused, it'd be Dipper Pines (regular and most of his aus). I ended up really deep in the Gravity Falls Amino and I ended up in many of the rps defaulting to him for other friends and rpers til I became known for it to an extent gjfjdk. I did a couple other GF charcaters but mainly him in my friend groups.

19 "Do you have ship bias?"

I'll be honest I have no clue what this means. :v If its about writing a ship with someone and their muse, it mostly depends on chemestty and if I know the mun at least a little and if its fun to write. (Ex, I haven't written any real Monix even tho its cute despite having Fox talk to a few Monos here and discord, but have written thinlady with @/gecsha and already otp'd it. I also liked Sevix but wanted SK to want nothing to do with Six in even a friendly regard, but me and @/raincoatnightmare became friends when we were writing and it was funny and cute plus added further character into SK that I like (also now lordlady supremacy ty ty). Or in another fandom, the only character I've written with a canon relationship (or semi-canon? ig its vague?) was Hero from Omori and even then it seems weird to jump into a ship with someone I havent spoken to so it would probably be more prominent with an rper I've talked to before even if its still there with strangers)

25 "Do you play smut? Do you play it only with characters you’re shipping with, or are you open for “one night stands”?"

27 "Are you interested into poly relationships for your muse?"

Tbh Ive (embarrassedly and probably poorly) written it with one other person before in a certain circumstance I don't wanna get into here that ended not-so-well but I'm too nervous to write that kinda thing with others unless we were really comfortable writing that in private. It would always have to be shipping and he's only really shipped with one muse and you already admitted to asking this so I hope youre happy embarrassing me now hfksfkjfkd (also off like you said only adults like SL)

It never starts that way and yet so often ends up like that fhsksl. For SL he's already in a cute poly ship in a verse so I'll say yes to that. Lady Fox hasn't really been written into anything at all yet and I haven't even considered any ship even my beloved thinlady for her so we'll see gjjdls. For puppy ships with the kids again idk

29 "What are your thoughts on your muses' canon?"

Sweats in divergent characters Well Six is really cool and honestly a fun character to watch go through things, I really like her and her clever survival skills even if she's not the most kind in some situations cough cough. I could write a whole essay on why I love her little differences between the other characters in idle animations, cutscene reactions, and her ai actions in LN2. And seeing her in both comic series + those LN2 cutscenes/ai, I like how despite it all its obvious just still just a kid who also enjoys time with others.

RK is honestly my favorite of the protags, little dude is hard (to the) core. I still hate the canon ending 💔 /hj. His specific idle animations we get to see are also interesting in the fact thet theyre a little different from Six's (the only 2 kids at the time). Seeing his interactions with the Nomes (Hideaway), Six (cancelled comic), and reaction to the Flashlight Girl (Depths), it's also neat to see his little personality shine through. I got the feeling he was almost hesitant to escape but went through anyway, and saw it to the end (even if it was his own end) and with all the stepping on coal and glass, hitting every obstacle in the way and still standing up straight, and being resourceful of those around him, and I can respect him. Also he's the only one who's had a chapter I would be too scared to go through if I had the LN mindset so good on him 💔.

36. "Do you feel similar to your muse in any way?"

With Fox I really feel that casual but anxious at any time feeling, and already projected a lot of my anxieties about memory loss onto her. I also just like foxes. (Ive only spent money on game cosmetics 3 times and one was the LN1 fox mask, another was yesterday $10 on an almost useless fox plush on Sky: CotL fhdjsk but hey whats important is invisible to the eyes).

With SK I can feel the "listens to an echo chamber for emotions" sometimes, and holding onto things stubbornly. It's quite easy to write him as I don't like admitting certain things either and deny deny deny, but that makes SL a little harder to make him romance fbdksk.

With SL I do really feel that overprotectiveness and envy in some things, he might be waaay exaggerated ofc but it's there. Im also a big self blamer.

37 "Do you feel different from your muse in any way?"

With Fox I'm much more social, I do like hugs and physical touchs and talking even oversharing cough just look at this whole post whereas she'd very reserved and quiet about her feelings 99% of the time.

With SK I can't really find it in me to hold a grudge that well. I can think back and get annoyed that some teacher or other kid or family member did some bad thing to me in the past, or say "so-and-so hurt me yesterday", but I can't hold it as just hate for long and see it differently. There's very few people I'm having trouble forgiving and forgetting, and they'll never be allowed near my family if I can help it.

With SL I can't say I'm in a good position if I'm in charge. I can be a good right hand or lower ranking moniter/manager, but being the head is too much pressure and depressing. He seems to be doing just fine both on his own and with his wife and/or husband.

38 "What's the best inspiration for your muse?"

Mostly jokes and random ideas with my friends! Some of the best plots I've had personally were turning a romance/ship joke into angst for pain, or angst into romance as hurt/comfort. Ofc music also helps but this is the best!

39 "What's a song that reminds you of your muse?"

I have a whole playlist so let me think of some that only or mostly involve that character and their feelings.

Fox/Six- Again

SK- Cradles

SL- KING

#anome #'anome'#🦊#🖤#🎌#<3 thanks again

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thenexusofsouls · 3 years ago

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Muse: Ethan Cavender

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: An OC/canon mashup (an OC that is very heavily inspired by a canon character and therefore not wholly original) inspired by the character Ben in the movie The Apparition (2012)

FC: Sebastian Stan (but not from The Apparition, haha... Ethan is about a decade older than Ben)

Race: Human

Age: 32

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic/heterosexual, but hard to ship as his last two girlfriends were killed, so he’s not looking to endanger anyone else by starting a relationship

Occupation: Survivalist; online electrical/computer/robotics engineering consultant

Family: Parents he hasn’t seen in a decade; girlfriend, Lydia (deceased); girlfriend, Kelly (deceased)

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: body horror (partially severed limbs, stretched faces, body parts stuck onto bodies in the wrong places or orientations, and/or bodies stuck in walls or other solid objects); demons; ghosts; insomnia; paranoia; PTSD; depression

Negative Personality Traits: He can be reckless, defensive, and standoffish. He sometimes gets nasty with people to purposely push them away so he doesn’t endanger them.

Positive Personality Traits: He’s a genuinely good person who just doesn’t want to be the reason why anyone else gets hurt at this point. He’s a lot braver than he realizes.

Background: Ethan was a typical midwestern kid growing up, and he always loved building things. despite his string of mind-numbingly boring jobs at places like Home Depot, Ethan was on his way to becoming a electrical and robotics engineer. He made it all the way to his senior year of college at age 22, but then dropped out without completing his senior research project or graduating. This was because of an incident that resulted in the death of a friend and his girlfriend at the time. Ethan and two friends, Patrick and Greg, and his girlfriend, Lydia, all of whom were students at the same university, decided to all work on one research project together, using space in the basement of one of the university buildings to set up their laboratory. Their disciplines spanned engineering, psychology, religious studies, and history.

Their hypothesis was simple: all paranormal events that cannot be explained by science are manifestations of the human mind. In other words, things like ghosts and demons exist because people believe they’re real. Once you believe, you can be affected by them. By using a trigger object (an object used in paranormal investigations to invite the energy of a spirit or entity, usually something from their life or visually representative of something the energy would be attracted to) and an electrical field designed to help focus all their brain waves on the trigger object, the four of them focused on a statue used in a similar experiment previously years ago and attempted to create an entity with their minds. At the time, they believed they were successful, because something did show up. It killed Greg and pulled Lydia into a nearby wall, never to be seen again. Ethan freaked out, quit school, and moved back home.

Two years later found Ethan moving into a new house with his then girlfriend Kelly. Everything was fine at first, but then strange things began to happen. The neighbor’s dog walked into their house and died. Things were moved around in the house. And odd occurrences like clothing being tied up in knots and objects being fused together began to happen. Around this time, Patrick reached out to Ethan, telling him that for the past two years, he’s been living in a Faraday Cage of sorts, a metal electrified cage that emits certain frequencies. This was apparently the only way he could stave off and survive the entity they “created” with their experience two years prior. The entity was captured during the experiment, and Patrick tried to get rid of it, to send it back where it came. Unfortunately, the opposite was done and the creature was set free. Not only were they completely misunderstood as to what the entity was, but it was far more intelligent than was previously thought. It also is angry that it was held captive and is systematically going after everyone involved with the experiment as well as their loved ones. Patrick contacted Ethan to warn him but also to ask for help in trying to destroy the creature again.

Long story short, it was a disaster. Patrick and Ethan set up another lab with Kelly’s help, and thy successfully purged the house of the creature... except for the garage. It hid in the largely metal-encased garage and was unaffected by the frequency-emitters employed during the purge attempt. Not realizing the entity still lived, the three let their guard down, and soon Patrick was killed, dragged into a dark room and never seen again, and Kelly was also killed, pulled partially into a wall and left there by the entity to die. Ethan assumed the entity would come after him next, however, with him being the last one left alive that had any part in the experiment that pulled it out of its own dimension and imprisoned it, the entity has decided instead to slowly torture Ethan. It hounds his sleep and doesn’t allow him much REM sleep, it manifests in frightening ways that give him nightmares, and it attacks and kills anyone who tries to help him or get close to him. Ethan travels with a cage similar to that which Patrick survived in for two years that he can put together in a short amount of time to protect him while he sleeps. Otherwise, he just stays on the road, working online because he’s not able to hold a normal job.

About the Entity or “Apparition”: This creature is not something that was produced by the minds of the college students in that original experiment. It is actually an inter-dimensional creature, basically an as-of-yet undescribed species/lifeform that exists in a dimension parallel to ours. The combination of mental energy and EMF (electro-magnetic frequencies) utilized during the experiment created a rift that let the creature come through. The attempt to send it back, left this rift open, and now the creature can enter our world and pull others into its world. It’s highly intelligent and methodical in its study of humans and the human world. It is curious about tangible life, for it is mostly an incorporeal being. I say mostly because it can manifest as a solid being for a time, and it does so partially to try and understand our anatomy but partially also to scare us and test our willpower, fears, and emotional endurance.

Because it does not fully understand humans and our world, its manifestations are often frighteningly grotesque (if you’ve seen any of the movies of The Thing, it’s kindof like that). It will try to look like a human, but the limbs are bent in weird ways, the head is on backward, the eyes are missing, things like that. So it’s trying to mimic and doing a poor job. Also, it likes to “play” with the human world, so an indication of its presence is the manipulation of solid objects such that they are changed on a molecular level. So... finding your flat screen TV suddenly embedded halfway into the wall as if it had always been a part of that wall. Having the wooden spokes of a staircase be curled in all different directions as if the wood had always been curved. Seeing chairs all melded together as if they’d always been that way. Those are all exampled of the entity playing with our environment in an attempt to better understand it.

In addition to not being able to cross certain EMF fields, the creature is also averse to bright light. It will avoid stepping into it directly and will become agitated if light is shined on it, such as with a flashlight or spotlight. It also does not like being filmed and will attack anyone with a camera or a phone pointed at it. It kills in two different ways. Either it grabs you and pulls you into its dimension, which either kills you once you get there or you get stuck halfway along the way and are killed by whatever solid object your body merges with, or it kills you simply with its residue. The creature leaves behind a black, bubbling, nodular substance or stain that is poisonous to living beings of our plane.

Here are some concept artworks of the creature in its natural form, which is incorporeal (trigger warning for demons/ghosts/skeletal creatures X,X,X), and when it tries to manifest solidly and mimic humans (trigger warning for body horror! X)

Potential Starter Ideas:

Your muse could meet Ethan and think he’s completely batshit crazy, heh. The entity has a habit of backing off for long enough periods of time to make it seem like he’s crazy. It seems to take some pleasure in this.

Your muse could offer to help him try and get rid of the entity, whether your muse is skilled with parapsychology or engineering, or even has magical abilities. Maybe your muse has connections to high-ranking/high-powered/cutting edge technology agencies that might be able to help sever the attachment between him and the entity or maybe even capture, kill, or send it back to its own dimension.

Since I write in the Marvel fandom, I welcome any and all magic user muses or SHIELD agents or anyone else who thinks they can help my rather hopeless and sleepy boi, heh.

Fun facts:

Despite the very much not-funny reasons why Ethan is incredibly sleep deprived, the fact that he is often makes him turn to humor to lighten situations. He makes the worst jokes when he meets someone, trying to make the best of a crappy situation.

Ethan finished his degrees online, and now has a duel Masters in Electrical Engineering and Materials Science.

He’s gotten to the point where he can have short conversations with the entity in which it appears to understand him or at least be paying attention to what he’s saying. However, such encounters usually end in the entity becoming enraged and frightening him in some way with an upsetting manifestation, sometimes involving faces that look like either Lydia and Kelly.

#muse: ethan cavender #about the muses

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darth-bagel · 4 years ago

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1, 14, 28 from the OC ask list for whoever you want!

Thanks for asking! Let's kick things off with Sylvas, I am actually proud of those three and the amount of backstory I shoved into them. And as I am at the very beginning of Smuggler campaign I'm mostly focusing on pre-campaign events.

1.What's one (cough-cough) experience your character had that made them very afraid?

Sylvas isn’t a very fearful person but they had few experiences that just stuck with them.

One was definitely when they got stranded alone on Nar Shaddaa, they have blown all their money away the night before, overslept for the crew meeting, and-- well their crewmates just left them on the Smuggler’s Moon. Hungover. With only their clothes on their back and the comm in their pocket. They frantically tried to call the ship-- but when finally someone picked up they were left with ‘tough luck, buddy’ and then the comm silence. Dread and ice pooling in their stomach they have to come up with a plan, and fast. In the end, they managed to even get off better than before, also they met some of their best friends on Nar Shaddaa.

The next time something like that happened, on Ord Mantell, the fear gave way to burning anger nearly immediately.

Another was also on Nar Shaddaa (they actually consider this place unlucky for them even if it is the most lucrative place for deals) they were walking back to a rented penthouse from a dinner date with their partners (it was back in their assassin days)-- but laughing and teasing was cut short when someone started firing at them and a blaster-fight had broken out. Later they learned it was a hit ordered on them because of a specific connection of theirs.

Taliesen pushed them away from the first line of fire-- getting shot between the eyes for his trouble, Rinna’la already shooting back as Sylvas scampered to their feet. Rin also got shot and eventually nearly collapsed, Sylvas tried their best to shield her further and lead them both away, themselves only getting hit in the leg. They noticed fast that the attackers didn’t use normal blasters as they weren’t able to stem the bleeding or carry her further with their own wound-- Rin bleed out in their arms shortly thereafter and when their attackers caught up… they played dead. Wishing and begging to any god in the existence that blood from both wounds would be convincing enough.

They still wake up with cold sweat from nightmares about that day, full of guilt, just clutching Rin, hearing her last whispered words and waiting still, begging their heart to shut up-- head pounding and dizzy from the blood loss. The day they lost two of the people closest to them.

To this day they don’t know who wanted them dead so badly, and that terrifies them.

14. Do they have someone that they consider to be a family member, even if they're not related by blood to them? What was one of your character favorite moments with them and what makes them so special to them? (I'll do that second part as some mini-fic something)

This one’s easy-- Sylvas has many good friends but people they consider family are few: their two closest friends and their partners (now late partners).

Rilfaen Price and Liz (Vliza’cani’baishusse)-- they met those two, now very famous (infamous) bounty hunters, as they were working in one of many Nar Shaddaa’s night clubs. Rilfaen was (as a side gig) working as a bartender and Liz as a bouncer (at that time those two were also dating, didn’t last long), and well, long nightshifts have a way of bringing people together. They stuck together, even to a point of renting a place together, at least until both Sylvas and ladies got their big breaks-- a very reckless tip from a client pushed them across the money threshold and they were able to buy their own ship, and Liz with Rilfaen scored a bounty big enough to get them started on that career path seriously. Sylvas decided to help along and they created together impromptu ship’s crew. Ladies eventually split and Sylvas while starting back at running various ‘deliveries’ had met first a disgraced SIS agent and her partner and then fallen promptly into a vastly different line of job.

Rinna’la, branded as compromised while undercover on an imperial planet was cut loose and decided she didn’t want to return to Republic and possible trial. She sliced her way into her records and erased as much information as she could trying to make it as hard as possible to find her in the meantime. She stole money and important intel from dead drops she had access to and selling them on the black market to the highest bidder-- she always said that if you gonna defect you should at least make something of it for yourself. After that, she picked up work as an information broker eventually dipping into forgery.

Taliesen was one of her criminal contacts and when she cut loose from the SIS he didn’t want to leave her alone, she didn’t mind as they were pretty good friends at this point. They worked together very well.

Sylvas at that point was mostly staying in Imperial Space because it was easiest for Rilfaen and Liz to work unimpeded-- and there one of their ‘deliveries’ has landed them on the doorstep of Rinna’s and Tal’s hideout. They didn’t know they were followed and after the dust settled they offered Rin and Tal a way out on their ship. They clicked fast, Sylvas’s easy-going nature meshed nicely with both of them and mutual attraction did its thing and well the rest is history.

Liz and Rilfaen eventually split away to their own careers, still staying in contact, leaving the trio together. Each of them had unique skills, each searched for new ways to earn money, and let’s be honest, they all were thrill-seekers, and when Rinna’la one day smacked a dossier full of recent postings for people wanted dead, with a sharp smile and a promise of a big payoff… they decided to go for it. Building a reputation on speed and ruthlessness they caught an eye of a certain Sith Lord who from that point on became their regular client.

Things were going great for the three of them, up to a point.

28. When your character was younger, how did they picture themselves growing up? Does it differ from how they really turned out?

Young Sylvas had many varied ideas at how things might turn out, maybe finishing some higher school, maybe becoming a pilot for one of Corellia’s squadrons, or enlisting to the Republic… but also considering their tendencies they already didn’t expect to stay alive as long as they did, feeling deep down they would eventually cross someone high enough or get into one too many fight.

So, yeah it differs a lot. First alive, then a mechanic occasionally a pilot on a ship, then a dancer, then a smuggler carting with bounty hunters, and eventually a part of an assassin trio of some renown-- and after a 6 months hiatus a smuggler again. But that might as well happen, their life was already so goddamn weird.

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thesunnyshow · 4 years ago

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Name: hi, i am nyx Age: 20 years old Writing Blog URL(s): jungcity.tumblr.com | v-asl.tumblr.com

Nationality: filipino Languages: english, filipino Star Sign: pisces! MBTI: infp-t Favorite color: white accentuated by silver Favorite food: it’s sweet and spicy chicken garlic!! Favorite movie: hmmm, it’s prolly flipped because that movie was so cute :,) Favorite ice cream flavor: rocky road!! Favorite animal: it’s gonna be cats!! although i love lions so much because of narnia :,( Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? coffee :,) Go-to karaoke song: i don’t sing agskh the world would end if i would

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? i think it’s me writing about jaehyun??? since he’s the king of fanfiction, especially in ncity nowadays.

What fandom(s) do you write for? nct + wayv

When did you post your first piece? three days ago!! that would be august 4 i guess???

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? i don’t really much write fluff since i don’t have any idea how to write a good fluff!! :( this has been an issue every time i write some au’s. so im always ending up writing and focusing more on angst. it’s the genre i know best. well, crack… it’s hard to make the readers laugh when you can’t even make their tooth ache from sweetness with your fluffy writings. :( smut… i don’t write smut explicitly any more. i’m more on the suggestive side rn.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc i write OC’s especially when im writing a series!! to diversify my writing. but i usually am on the x reader side. ships? not that much.

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr? uhm, back in 2017, i was searching for some website where i could publish my works. ive always been a tumblr-girl since i am that wanna-be-aesthetic kinda person :D then i had found that i could write and publish on tumblr so yeah that’s pretty much why i am on this app rn

What inspires you to write? ooh, music has been a great help for sure!! whenever i don’t feel like writing something, i always listen to music and the idea would flow like a river. classic poems helps, too. :)

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? supernatural!au’s, fantasy!au, medieval!au. i feel like it’s easier to write something out of pure fantasy. i have a hard time writing modern!au’s since i lack the humor and the knowledge for modern slangs.

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? ooh, i always always always am careful with the way that i craft all my works. i try to feel what my characters feel to give them a certain validation. i put my shoes on the scenarios i have in mind even though i haven’t yet experienced everything ive written. and i do love writing strong female characters, whether it’s oc’s or female readers. that’s my main priority whenever i write. and i want them to know that girls could do just as much everything boys could. women are powerful.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? i read a lot to get back on my foot. i also try to re-read my past works so i’d be inspired to better my writing on my current draft.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? my favorite work is the one i’m still writing rn, which is entitled 505. it’s a hendery fic in which he is a bandit and the female reader is a sacristan. it’s my fave since i relate myself so much to the female reader. :) my most successful one is the childhood best friends!au taeyong x female reader. it’s about to reach 600+ notes i guess? and im so grateful of all the feedbacks i got from it.

Who is your favorite person to write about? it’s jaehyun and hendery :)

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? character wise, perhaps. since you already have a face value in fanfiction, but in an original prose, you would have to craft everything from 0.

What do you think makes a good story? a good story is something that doesn’t romanticize the bad things going on in the world. a good story is something that is emphatic to the hardships of others. a good story is something that gives comfort to those who are in the dark. a good story is something that boosts the hearts of the readers and makes them feel things!!

What is your writing process like? first, i think of a plot! (this happens oftentimes when im washing the dishes) when i have the plot, i think of the ending. when i have the ending, it’s time for me to device a fitting title. and the plot would develop from then on.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? i don’t think so… this is scary. since some people think of fanfics as delusional works from delusional authors. it’s kinda sad.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? i love love love enemies-to-lovers trope!! one that i couldn’t stand and do my best to not read is probably… hmm… no, i love all tropes!! i just love e-t-l most!

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? it means a ton. since it could really boosts me up. heavy sigh. it’s the best thing when you write something— the feedbacks. even though it’s a simple reblog with the ‘#ATKSHSKSHSKAHAKSGAHGEGSJA’ or ‘#myfave’. i would smile like an idiot whenever i read it.

Dream job (whether you have a job or not)? i want to be a successful writer someday!

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? teleportation!!

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? ancient greek + victorian era

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? yes!! im so hell deep in indecision right now so i want to restart to make everything right

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? 100 chicken-sized horses!!

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? enemies-to-lovers trope agsksj LOL

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? YES!!! perhaps they are lurking somewhere here on earth and we don’t know it yet ;)

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? oh… i don’t really know what to write. i don’t give much attention to my personal details agsksj

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged? yes!! ugh, there’s this recent issue wherein stan twt called fanfic writers as freaks. and it broke my heart. i mean, most fanfic writers get inspirations from their idols and that shouldn’t be a bad thing. we aren’t delusionals as one might think. we are simply doing our craft.

Do you think art can be a medium for change? yes!! our country’s hero ‘jose rizal’ had somehow stirred the nationality of the people back in the old days because of his writings. i do believe that art changes things!! it has the ability to pierce the heart of the people.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself? yes. i feel this whenever im writing smut. i mean, let’s be real, your works would do better once you’ve included some steamy smut scenes in it. when i was writing my first fanfic after three years, i didn’t think that i’d ever include smut. but the fear of not getting feedbacks crept up in me, so i forced myself to write some sexy scenes. i know that’s like… weird. but i’m trying not to dwell on feedbacks any longer. and i also have decided not to write explicit smut anymore. honestly, i feel better now that i don’t force myself to do something that i think would please others rather than me.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? uhm, as far as i can remember, nope— still hasn’t felt that way. :)

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? yes!! my best friends irl knows about it. my sister knows. my parents are also aware of my passion in writing, and they do know that i write. but where and what, that remains obscured from them :D

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? that it’s okay to be vulnerable. it’s okay to make mistakes. it’s okay to fail sometimes. it’s okay to feel things. because like a good book, there is always a character development and you have the pen to write your own version of happy endings.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? i’ve been there: the scared and conscious part. but one thing i would say is, you have to dare yourself!! you won’t know how your writing would have impacted so many lives and touch the hearts of people if you won’t grab your pen or your gadget and start your draft.

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? nope, there aren’t. the community has been lovely to me ever since i started writing. :,)

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? yes!! oh my god. i’d like to take this opportunity to thank my mutuals who’s done me nothing but kindness— @legendnct (hannah), whoo!! you know how much i love you, right? thank you for always being there to listen to me. :) @cloudysuh des, since day one you’ve supported me. i couldn’t ask for more. thank you for the never-ending praises, keyboard smashes, for the tags, and for always boosting me up. @bohoes georgie, you know i love you. since 2017 you’ve been with me— praising my works and supporting me. thank you. @cherr-e cherry!! thank you!! for teaching me how to better my writing. i hope endless happiness for u and please take care. @writermoon hello my babe!! thank you so much for reading my works with such vivid imaginations. i love you. @jaeyongf amy!! the bestest person :,) thank you for always leaving me feedbacks!! thank you for being kind to me. thank you for always supporting me. i love you guys so much and let’s be mutuals for a long time!!

Pick a quote to end your interview with:

“If the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.” — Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

#@jungcity #@v-asl #thesunnyshow #featuredauthor #episode 22 #nct #wayv

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theartofbeinganeldar · 5 years ago

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Prologue

Summary: You're a fantasy-loving, LARPing human from this world, who's the black sheep of society because of your obsession for the unreal and alienation of what's real. When you're in the middle of a LARP battle with some pretty phony boars, you fall out of a tree and bust your head. You wake up, alone, and are suddenly attacked by some very pissed-off, very real wargs. Without any idea of how you got there, you got dropped into Middle-Earth, with only bits and pieces of memories of Tolkien's masterpiece, though your recollection of everything else is perfectly clear. And of all places in Middle-Earth, you got dropped into Mirkwood, with some suspicious, potentially hostile, Woodland Elves...

Chapter No.: Prologue

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: So, this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, and I'd thought I'd try it since I have very little time for DeviantArt's chaos. It's much different from my Legolas x Reader on there. I added a small loving family to make the emotions relatable-- even if you don't have siblings, or have more than what I added, it's just fanfiction! Also, I tried to make my pronouns for said reader gender-nuetral so that everybody can enjoy it! The reason your character is so wild is for the sake of not fitting in to this world, yet you're used to it, so that later points in the plot can become more... Well, you'll see. And yes, I made Elves pansexual because I don't think they'd care much about gender or age at that point. LARPing plays a big role in the prologue, because your character is really into it for personal reasons. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't drink it. I hope you like it! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

You'd never been considered normal by anyone. You enjoyed LARP instead of reality. Your "job" was just staying at home and captioning videos all day every day you weren't LARPing instead of interacting with society at a normal job. Your home? A tiny studio apartment that only cost $450 a month without bills, and you did without cell phone, car, and electric for the sake of being your weird self. You hadn't been to college yet, despite the fact that everyone told you to go once your gap year was over, and it almost was. What would you even study? Acting was all that got you close to who you were, so, ok, guess that's fine, but nobody else thought of that as a career. Maybe you could write fiction-- you were good at that much.

You weren't always like this. There was a time when you were just a normal kid, living a normal life. But somewhere around ten, you started to change, and by sixteen you'd become who you were today. If the Old You could see the New You, you weren't sure if they'd think you were weird too, or if they'd stare up at you in awe.

Hopefully it was the latter, which made you feel good.

I mean, come on, were you born in the wrong timeframe or what?! That's what you thought, anyway. There's no way that this world was for you. The fact that nearly all people were heartless jackasses that enjoyed destroying the planet, the fact that everybody had to be the same or were considered freaks, prejudice and injustice were key factors of life and the rich got handed everything on a silver platter while the poor had to scavenge... Just, everything of this reality made you hate it. If only you'd been born five hundred years earlier, or, y'know, in Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings...

You'd really liked to have been born in Middle-Earth. You had so many books about it, you knew practically everything there was to know, even the confusing shit about Faramir being in the Fall of Gondolin. You'd practically memorized Elvish, and dwarvish, and you knew the whole six movies by heart, every line. And of course, like most Lord of the Rings fans, you had a massive crush on a certain Elvish princeling who was too pretty for his own good. In fact, Legolas was who inspired you to learn archery; maybe one day you'd be as good as he was.

Despite your wishes, you were stuck in reality, however much you hated it

. Even amongst your LARP groups, you were considered outlandish.

Everybody else had normal lives outside of their games, whereas you pretended this was your life. You didn't have any job aside from the small caption jobs you did when you weren't LARPing, no social life, nothing. The only people you had was your mother, brother, sister, and your only friend, [F/N]. They accepted you and your strange fantasies, even if they thought you'd one day regret acting in a way when you could've been beginning a normal life and being productive.

So excuse you if you decided to invite them to a LARP event and let them borrow some of your costumes. It wasn't the end of the world. But your LARP group apparently didn't get that memo.

"You invited your mom?!" A royal asshole sneered, yet you took satisfaction in the fact that his knight costume looked like it was made of cardboard painted silver, whereas your sci-fi Elf getup was actual leather and cloth. His name was Jacob Brent; you'd never really liked him. He'd always had it out for you because your costumes were so much more fabulous than his. Plus you may or may not have actually known swordplay and archery and dagger throwing and martial arts... Kinda. You were still in the process of learning kickboxing.

You cocked a sky blue-- yes, sky blue-- eyebrow to your equally bright blue hairline, spiked up in a short faux hawk. This was your first sci-fi Elf, and you'd wanted to go all out. A cocky grin split its way across your face. "Yeah, so? It doesn't effect you on any level, Tin Can."

He sniggered with his cronies. "I can't believe you don't have anyone else to come with you." He mimicked rubbing his eyes like he was four. "'Oh Mommy, I need somebody to come with me!'" His whole group burst into laughter.

You surprised them by joining in, actually appluading. "Oh, wow! Wonderful, just wonderful! Hey, should I tell Mindy that I seen you feeling up Roxie behind your fort last week?" He paled, and almost everybody in his group of crappy cosplay got 'o' faces. You put your hands on your hips. "Guess what, asshole, just 'cause I'm close with my family and you're not with yours doesn't make it a crime to hang out with them. It's my life, my decision, and I enjoy spending time with them." You hefted up a disappointingly fake spear, turning to walk away. "Oh, and by the way, your paint's chippin' off."

Reason for Hating Reality Number 6, 965: Immaturity levels are almost incomprehensibly high.

Your mom glared daggers at Jacob's Immaturity Harem. She'd always been a tough gal, always sticking up for you when you got bullied when you were younger, but now that you were an adult, she had to let you kick ass yourself; you were pretty good at it. "I don't like him." She stated casually, and you chuckled.

"'Course you don't. He looks like a cheesy robot costume you'd get from Wal-Mart with a too-big crotch protector that's not impressing anyone but himself, and he has the face of a roasting pig. Too tanned, too grubby, and always with something in his mouth."

She smiled slightly. "Has he always been giving you trouble?"

You swung your gear pack off of your shoulder, letting it yank itself down to earth. "Since the day he tried kissing my ass 'cause he didn't know me." [F/N] must've overheard that last sentence, because he burst into laughter when he approached with your brother, [B/N], and your sister, [S/N]. "You talking about Jacob?"

"Sure as hell."

You'd first met [F/N] a year ago, when you'd joined extra-curricular activites for your last year of high school. He thought your personality was incredibly brave, especially in this modern world, but even still... He was just a friend, not a best friend. You'd never had that luxury outside of your tiny family. You just didn't trust him after the life you'd had.

Unfortunately, it seems they didn't like the getups. "Do I have to wear this?" [B/N] asked dramatically, slumping over. He didn't look right in the pauldrons and leather breastplate.

"It's too heavy!" [S/N] complained.

You sighed theatrically. "My piteous children, deal with thy armor, for it must be worn despite thou complaints."

[B/N] pressed his palms together and bowed down. "Screweth thou, false companion."

You mimicked his bow. "Off to hell with thee."

"Hey! You guys! It's starting!" [F/N] cried, and ran off, his pack of weapons and magic bags trembling dangerously on his back. The rest of you followed more slowly, as you explained to your family how exactly LARPing worked. Battles weren't actually bloody, magic was just colored powder, you get points for a hit, and so on and so forth. [B/N] and [S/N] got it immediately, but your poor mom, who hadn't even ever played Skyrim, had no idea how the point system and leveling up worked. You had to explain it six times over before you'd reached the massive gathering of LARPing cosplayers. [F/N] returned to you as you reached it, carrying a map. "We were in Larsgyushter Prairie last, right?"

"Duh," You shrugged, at the same time [S/N] asked with a grimace, "Luckyestire Prairie?"

[F/N] inclined his head. "Well, I made some arrangements because your family joined us. We made for Glewnburg, where we picked up their characters, and then headed into the Elder Woods."

You took the map. "Sounds fair enough."

[S/N] frowned. "What exactly were you guys doing last time?"

[F/N] blushed; he must've liked her, which made you feel proud and like pummeling him all at once. "A quest to defeat a horde of wildebors in order to get a good amount of gold."

"How much?"

"Four hundred."

Your mom seemed confused. "Is that a lot?"

"For the land of Sisgremor," You retorted, "Not much. But it's enough for us. We hunt for food, and sleep in the woods. It's summertime, so we don't have much need for shelter unless it storms, and we know where to find caves. The coin is for some new bits of armor, and some weapon upgrades and a couple of magic books for [F/N]."

"Oh," Your mom said, and you took the lead, getting into your Elven character with a huge grin on your face.

"Come, my children! We must meet the bors by midday!" You ran off, but you didn't miss the looks over half of the LARP community gave you.

~le time skip~

The one thing you didn't like about LARPing was the enemies. They weren't believable and were crappily dressed, at least in your community. They were crappy actors and their dying acts were unrealistic. Unless they were orcs that had good makeup skills and good cosplay, they weren't worth fighting, but you had an imagination to kick them up a notch.

As always, the wildebors were just some guys in black outfits decorated with needles, and wearing pig masks with an underbite bearing tusks. Your imagination knocked them to eight-feet long beasts with bloodstained tusks, wild red eyes, and porcupine-like needles that shot out of their near-impenetrable hides if provoked.

You'd only fought these beasts once. They had three separate healthbars, each a different strength: eight hundred, four hundred, and one hundred. Your spear-- the only weapon you could afford after your bow snapped (Poor prop craftsmanship.), had a damage rate of ten health per hit, thirty if you could make a three-combo move (The highest combo move allowed.). [F/N]'s magic bombs, bolts of energy, and other magic stuff only varied from ten to fifty health damage per hit, except for his Fyrering, which was a once-a-day power that was ninety health damage, plus a three minute window of burning which took ten damage every thirty seconds.

The boars were also viscious; one hit from them took around fifty health, and at level nine, you and [F/N]'s health bars were only at two hundred and fifty, plus your armor rating of fifty and his of twenty. Your family, however, were only at level one, with a one hundred strength health bar each and armor ratings varying between ten and fifteen.

In short: that meant a hell of a lot of hits, very little openings, and there were always numbers to consider. There were six of them, and five of you. If you had your bow, this would be easy. You'd climb a tree, avoid their needles, and fire your twenty-five damage arrows relentlessly (With the thirty plus bonus from your actual bow.) while [F/N] pelted them with magic. You could take down two, maybe three that way before retreating, waiting for your strength to regenerate and your undamaged arrows to "respawn" before coming back for more battling (The arrows don't actually exist, for safety reasons. You had to wait for ten minutes before an approximated number of arrows, determined previously by the quest-giver, "reappeared" in your "inventory.").

But you had to think of a new plan. A brand new plan. You had three level one novices, two level nine intermediates, and six angry-as-hell wildebors that were level twenty. This was an impossible quest. You should never have accepted it knowing your family was coming.

You were hiding behind a huge oak, and glanced around it; for a split moment, you saw the crappy actors, but your mind quickly fixed that. Above and to your immediate right, [F/N] hid behind a mound of boulders up on a hill, and you'd positioned your family similarly. You just couldn't see them. [F/N]'s hand waving caught your attention. Frantically, he pointed above you. You whipped your head up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You gave him a look like WTF dude, and he rolled his eyes. He picked up a rock as an example and pointed back up into the branches, but still, you didn't see anything. He gestured again, almost forcefully, and this time, you seen it: brightnuts, a specialized kind of walnut bred specifically to explode into a bright white light on impact, with dangerous shrapnel and poisonous fumes that had one hundred and fifty health damage.

Of course, in reality, they were just blue and white beanbags hanging in nets rigged all over the branches, but you pretended they weren't.

But still, perfect.

You'd start calling out orders as soon as you started throwing them. [F/N] knew how to improvise to a plan already, but your family didn't. You propped your spear up on the tree, and started climbing, wincing when the bark scraped your palms; you were wearing what'd used to be white bridal gloves, but you'd tinkered with them to match your costume, sewing sky blue patterns into the gloves.

You personally didn't make a sound, but a couple of leaf-covered branches fell; luckily, wildebors were mostly deaf and blind, so you should make it to the top of the tree without any consequences.

You flashed [F/N] a triumphant smile when you reached the topmost branches, snatching a bag of brightnuts and holding them high above your head. He shot you a double thumbs-up, then made a wheel-like gesture to get you to move on. You stuck your tongue out at him, then readjusted yourself on the branch to get a good aim.

A few seconds of struggling against the knot, and you'd gotten the net open. With barely a minute of hesitation, you drew your arm back, and fired. Your aim was almost perfect. You hit one of the wildebors in the side, and you seen the actor as he started the most over-acted reaction you'd seen yet: a violent jump, then what sounded like a deranged "Guuuugh!" You rolled your eyes. So dramatic.

Either way, [F/N] whooped behind you. "Hit! A hit!"

Before you could give any orders whatsoever, [B/N] charged down the hill with his realistic-looking wooden battleaxe bellowing a war cry. You slumped over. "Aw, shit."

In the blink of an eye, [B/N] was officially dead but still pummeling the poor actors, your mom didn't know what to do, [F/N] didn't realize what was happening from behind his rock, and [S/N] was dodging air like a boss. You waited on the branch until the coach of the actors stood, took off his mask, and blew his whistle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You with the axe! You died already! Come on everybody, regroup, come on..." Your mom and [S/N] were laughing it off with a couple of the actors, but [B/N] was having a heated argument with the rest of them, and they were starting to shove each other around; he'd always been a sore loser. The coach separated them, and [F/N] called to you from below. "Guess we failed this quest, huh?"

You shrugged. "It's all good. There are other, less dangerous quests."

He perked up. "Yeah, so hurry up and get down here! We've gotta get back to Glewnburg!"

You tossed the beanbag you'd had in your hand back into the net. "Comin'." Unfortunately for you, you were a bit of a show-off. You stood, stretching your arms out for balance, walking quickly and carefully across the bough. A loud snap that echoed through the forest silenced everyone: your sudden movements had weakened the branch down the middle, where a split was slowly cracking open.

"Oh shit." Did I have to choose the top branch?

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as you fell. Your ribs exploded with pain as you slammed into a slightly lower branch full-force. Your ankle snapped. Your arms were whipped and bruised. Your head cracked painfully across the thick, unmoveable base of one branch, and white and yellow dots burst in your vision. Your sight started to fade, as did the pain, until you met the ground with a dull thud.

I should've went to college.

~time skip~

When you woke up, the first thing you realized was, Hey, I woke up! I'm alive! which was immediately followed by, Holy fucking shit what the fucking hell did I break, then a much more painful thought of Why the fuck am I still in the goddamn forest?

And you were. You were laying on your side, in a couple of very small but still immensely terrifying pools of drying blood, one of which came from the corner of your mouth. Your entire body throbbed painfully. Every breath you took caused sharp, white-hot pains to spiderweb across your entire torso. Your ankle was burning up, and you couldn't move it or your left arm. Your head felt like you'd been hit by a truck. A truck made of solid wood...

Why were you still in the forest? You knew your mother well enough to know that she've panicked. She'd've screamed your name and ran to you and called 911 immediately. [F/N] would've done the same. In fact, there was no reason why they wouldn't have called for a medic. You fell from the equivalent of a three-story building with poles sticking out of it.

By all accounts, you should be near death.

So why were you still in the forest, exactly where you'd fell?

With immense effort, you rolled onto your back, panting heavily and wincing against the pain. Your vision swam, and things were blurry. The trees were different; the tree where you'd fallen from was tall and branchless for most of the way up, and definitely not an oak. To boot, there weren't any nets full of beanbags, and your spear was gone. Behind you was a cliff with an outcropping of rock that looked similar-- but not the same-- to the one [F/N] had been behind. There were roots and underbrush and bushes and walls of thorny branches surrounding you, and in between the ground was filled of orange and gold fallen leaves; up in the canopy, which hadn't been as thick before, the leaves were all dressed for Fall. You stared at it in confusion. "What the hell?" Shit. Even that hurt.

Where were you? Why weren't you in an ambulance with the sirens blaring? You were pretty positive you'd broken quite a few bones, and from that fall, you couldn't not have internal bleeding. So where were you?

You waited, but no one came. When the sky started to darken and the pain began to worsen, you were forced to move, slowly getting up, inch by inch, until you'd managed to be in a sitting position. It felt like all the blood rushed from your head and torso, making you cold in the evening chill. You hugged your right arm to your chest, really wishing you'd've worn arm cuffs or something; your short, high-collared, sleeveless, sky-blue leather jacket over a thin white crop top and a black corset-style belt really weren't meant for chilly weather.

"Hello?" You called out. Your voice carried on, but you got no return call. Blood trickled down your chin from where your lips had rebusted; you were lucky you hadn't bit your tongue off or shattered teeth. "Hey! Help!" Still, nothing. "Hey!"

After a twenty-minute bout of screaming for help, you gave up. You were confused-- so, so, confused. Where were you and why were you here? Where was your family? Where was [F/N]? Where was the coach, and those shitty actors? Hell, where was the rest of the LARP group? You'd even be relieved if Jacob appeared out of nowhere.

The moon had risen by the time you’d made it to your feet. Your ankle wasn't as bad as it was earlier; you could put some weight on it now, even if it wasn't a lot. You must've only sprained it. You tried calling for help a few more times, but only the crickets replied.

Then, they went silent.

You frowned. In books and movies, that was usually a bad sign. What'd caused them to shut up so abruptly? Not aliens, you hoped, like in Signs.

A low growl from behind you-- behind you, dammit-- made your skin crawl. A chill ran down your spine. You turned, slowly, hoping you wouldn't aggravate the wolf or coywolf or whatever it was; it wasn't either of those.

It stood on top of the small cliff, and it was at least the size of a horse. A boar-like coat, dull brown, covered its entire body, spotted in places. Its head was broad and massive, bearing an underbite of fangs and small beady eyes. Drool fell from its jaws as it snarled at you. You were half tempted to try the "Nice doggie" before you seen the rider.

Damn, it was ugly as hell. Small, malformed, with dark green skin and a crooked nose. Greasy, thin hair hung from its wrinkled scalp. Nasty claws protruded from its wart-covered fingers and dug into the horn of some kind of saddle. It sneered with an evil grin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

You didn't know what else to do; you took off running at full speed, ignoring the pains shooting up your leg from your sprained ankle. Branches and weeds whipped your skin, trailing blood. You glanced back once. The monster-- which you knew was an orc-- and the giant dog that you couldn't place the name of watched you for a couple of moments more before the orc gave a sharp order in a language you didn't understand, but it felt familiar. Two more of the giant dogs burst from the bushes on either side of the first, and they did give chase. Shit, were they what'd happened to your family? Some whackjob dressed as an orc riding a pitbull on steroids mauled everybody?!

You pushed yourself to run faster. Your heart pounded in your ears. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Each step jarred your aching body, but you couldn't stop. The dogs were enjoying the chase, keeping their strides slow enough to still be on your heels, but not close enough to get you yet. A new sound-- a river, maybe-- gave you hope, and you tried to move even faster, your lungs burning from the strain.

It was a river you'd heard, but it was down a steep hill filled of arching roots and thorny bushes. You didn't have time to stop; you barreled forward, tripped, and rolled the rest of the way, hurting your body even further. By the time you reached the pebbly shore (With all of the sharp edges of the rocks jabbing into you unnecessarily.), the dogs were halfway down, the orcs riding them laughing like hyenas.

You couldn't swim, but you'd rather take your chances with the river than with the giant pitbulls. You waded in, and were immediately swept off your feet by the strong current. It dragged you under, and you were bashed into some boulders, getting cut up badly. One slammed into your hip, nearly causing you to suck in. Another rammed into your already-broken ribs, and this time, you did scream, getting a huge gulp of water. A crimson cloud engulfed you as something long and sharp burst through your calf. You were pushed up against another boulder, and you grabbed on, hauling yourself out of the water and hanging on for dear life, hacking and coughing out the water that'd filled your lungs.

The dogs had chased you up the shoreline, and the orcs carried shortbows with arrows of dark wood. A glance down and, sure as fuck, they'd hit you with one in the calf, dammit. You looked ahead of you: rapids, a slow and drawn-out death. Ahead of you, probably a very painful death, but hopefully it'd go faster than drowning while being battered to a lifeless corpse.

I should've gone to college.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and braced yourself for the next arrow, but you were pretty much forced to open them again when you heard the sound of dogs yelping and orcs wailing. One of the dogs was dead, neck slashed open and pouring blood onto the rocks. It had landed on its rider, who struggled beneath its weight. The other dog had taken off, but its rider had an arrow jutting out of its face.

A troop of warriors, clad in forest-colored tunics of dark browns, greens, and grays had appeared in the second you'd closed your eyes. Every one of them had long, straight hair, braided away from their faces. Most had a quiver of arrows and a longbow, but some, like the one who'd killed the dog, had a curved longsword. Others still had long knives. Compared to the dark orcs, these people seemed to almost be made of light...

Oh shit.

Elves. These were Elves.You could see it clearly now, in the way they carried themselves: regal, majestic, every move perfectly balanced and smooth. Their ears were pointed, but not drastically like the ones from Zelda, and they were taller than most average men. You were in awe.

These were some damn good actors.

No, they couldn't be actors. That clicked, finally. Especially when you were able to see the one that'd killed the dog slice off the struggling orc's head cleanly and deftly before kicking it into the river. Thankfully, it didn't come near you.

Shit. These were real orcs, real giant bloodthirsty dogs, real Elves... This was all real. But how...?

You heard the sound of a bowstring being pulled taut, much closer to you. You couldn't exactly whip around in your current state, but you still moved as fast as you could. Another Elf, standing on the flat rocks halfway across the river, no less than thirty feet away. How the hell did he get there?!

After the initial shock passed, you realized there was an arrow nocked in the bow. You'd already felt one once in the last ten minutes, you didn't need to feel it again, so you stayed still. He watched you with eyes so blue you could see them from where you were. He was illuminated from the side by the moon, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His hair was somewhere between platinum and very light blonde, and a quiver of orange-feathered arrows hung over two identical sheaths for ivory-handled long knives. His bow was almost as gorgeous as he was: dark wood engraved with golden leaf designs. His tunic was dark green, and you admired his fancy Elven belts and buckles and bracers for a second before your eyes were drawn back to his face, the profile of which was almost... Dished, in a way, like an Arabian horse's. Your eyes locked, and you felt as if you'd seen him somewhere before...

An Elf on the shoreline spoke, breaking the trance. You couldn't understand what exactly he said; you could've swore you knew some Elvish...

The Elf staring you down watched you for a minute longer, then jerked his bow toward you in gesture, shouting an order to one of his comrades. His voice sounded so familiar... It was on the tip of your brain... It was deep and soft and gentle and commanding all at once. You couldn't explain it. Two Elves followed his order, nimbly leaping from tiny rock to tiny rock to get to where he was, then past him, coming to you. Their weapons were sheathed, so you hoped they were going to help you instead of kicking you into the water or something.

Carefully, noticing how banged up you were, they grabbed you underneath of the arms and lifted you onto the flat rocks the blue-eyed Elf stood on, still ready to fire, and stepped back as you coughed up some water in a delayed reaction to nearly drowning.

When you finished, your eyes felt like they wanted to close on their own. You felt too tired, too weak, too pained... Despite that, you sat up, shivering in the chilly evening air. "Th-thank you..." With a start, you realized they might not even understand English.

"Who are you?" The blue-eyed Elf demanded. "Answer me quickly; do not think we cannot throw you back to the river."

Shit. Pressure. Suddenly you forgot your name for a split second. "I-I'm [Y/N]."

"What are you doing in these lands?"

"I was chased," You looked pointedly at the dog and orc.

The Elf watched you for a minute, judging you... He signaled. "Throw them back into the river." Suddenly, you were being dragged.

Aw, fuck. You struggled against the Elf's strong grips. "W-wait! I don't even know where I am! The last thing I knew I was playing a game with my family and I fell out of a tree! All of a sudden I'm being chased by giant dogs and being manhandled by a couple of Elvish pri--!" You were cut off by a bought of coughing that wracked your body so hard that you doubled in on yourself, pulling the Elves down with you. Your eyes widened when blood trickled out of your mouth, leaving crimson droplets on the rocks. Shit.

The blue-eyed Elf ordered something in their tongue, and the two dragging you halted on a dime. He finally decided to lower his bow a little, inspecting you. "Are there more of you?"

You shook your head; you were getting dizzy, and your vision was blacking out. "I-I don't know... I was alone when I woke up."

The Elves conversed in their own language for a few minutes, and the blue-eyed Elf finally came to the conclusion that you weren't much of a threat in your current state. He looked to the Elves on the shoreline, and gestured at one of the ones holding you, who then scooped you up bridal style, but like you were the ugliest bride he'd ever seen. "Und win'doheim!" Shouted the blue-eyed Elf, obviously the one in charge, and lead the progression back to the forest.

I should never have gotten out of bed today...

Despite the crazy situation, you managed to doze off a few times on the Elf that carried you, until a coughing fit or pain would wake you up. A fever spiked up as you crossed a bridge, and you were half out of it as you entered some kind of woody building surrounded by trees and rivers that you couldn't comprehend very well in your feverish state. You were panting and wheezing, and couldn't see straight. It all seemed so surreal, like you were viewing this from somebody else's perspective. This had to be a dream... A very vivid, very painful dream...

The last thing you remembered was Elvish chanting, golden and white lights surrounding you, and the silhouettes of the Elves. Your pain faded, and you fell into a forced sleep.

When you woke up, a breath of relief whooshed out of your lungs. It was a dream! It was all a dream! It was night, and your nighlight had gone out, but your hall light was still on. You turned over to see what time it was, but your nightstand was gone. So was your window, and shelves and desk and computer and all of your things. Your bed was different. Your relief dissipated to terror.

Fuck. It wasn't a dream.

You were in a small room. An orange-hued light came through the low doorway, and the dark walls were ridged, as if carved from the earth itself. You felt the remains of your injuries from earlier-- or days ago, you couldn't tell how much time had passed-- as throbbing remains. Your clothes were still ripped and bloodstained, and as you stood up, it felt like you were just coming off of the flu.

Wobbly, you staggered over to the doorway, hoping to find somebody that definitely wasn't an orc or Elf.

You slammed face-first into elaborately crafted iron bars.

Outside of them, fully-armored Elves patrolled on small ledges beside the spiraling rows upon rows of cells like yours. This was a dungeon.

...Well shit.

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