#motherland fort salem fic

[operativecantkillme]

You can go awhile without thinking about a ship but once you see one little gifset you end up going absolutely FERAL

[gay-art-vibes]

Does anyone know what fic this is?

Motherland Fort Salem, Talder. Tally gets pregnant and Sarah dies (I think) when she resurrects tally is pregnant and living with her mother and Sarah stays to help not realising the child is hers.

I can’t find it for the life of me 😅

[no-dominion-eyes]

Ok I've finally finished this. If you like to dabble in an occasional old fandom I have written a new story for the Carmilla fandom, even though it's an old thing now. If you enjoy a fluffy, angsty vampire adventure then.. well first watch actual Carmilla.. probably every adaption. But when that still isn't enough you might like my story. Also I made that gif and I'm re-using it now^

While we are here I have a Raylla fic for fans of motherland fort salem up. It's pretty ok in the sense that people seem to like it.

[she-is-27-i-checked]

Greetings Horny Comrades!

I hope you are enjoying the ritual festivities of Horny Sunday. 📯💒

I would like to introduce a new (and hopefully regular - appetite depending) segment I'm calling

You don't go here, but it doesn't matter!!

The idea is, I, as your resident multi-fandom expert and horn dog, give you smut recommendations from fandoms you might not be involved in with the caveat that it absolutely won't matter.

The first offering comes from Motherland: Fort Salem . All you need to know is Tally Craven is an army cadet who looks like this...

General Alder is her usual fanon (but not quite canon) love interest. She's the General of the Army so like very much Tally's boss. Like her boss's boss's boss. This is Alder...

General Petra Bellweather is another army general of equal rank to Alder and also Tally's best friend's mum.

The fic is excellent - witty, and beautifully crafted and of course, just absolutely horny as fuck.

Give it a go. 💜✌️

[thesassycoquelicot]

one thing Motherland: Fort Salem fanfic writers can‘t find common ground on is the name of General Sarah Alders dead sister

[lesbiansayaishii]

I would stay forever (if you say don't go)

Sarah watches her and remembers Stay here and I can’t do that and aches enough for the both of them, quiet and deep inside. Tally hasn’t asked her to stay after that first time. Sometimes, in moments of weakness, Sarah wishes she would; wonders if her answer would be different now than it was then.

Sarah Alder/Tally Craven. T. 1/1. 1.3k.

read fic on ao3

[holeybubushka]

After I've posted chapter one, I am now moving over to finally, finally finish the Bridesmaid

[uselessgayshit]

I don’t remember what episode Sarah Alder showed up in Tally’s bedroom like that was a normal thing to do but I started writing this all the way back then and never finished. So if the latter half sucks that’s cause I made myself finish it just to get it out of my notes app.

I Came For You

She opened her door into her dimly lit room. Just one lamp shining a low, warm orange glow against the wall. She hadn’t realized how much stress she had been holding onto when it came to Raelle until she saw her face and took the first deep breath she’d taken in a long while.

It was the exhaustion that made her miss the shadow in the room at first. But as she blinked, hand rising to the light switch, she saw the outline of a figure against the window. Her heart jumped in fear at first until she recognized it. They had been linked once after all.

She flicked the switch and the lights illuminated the dreary room. She stared at the woman, meeting dark eyes and her heart beat hard in her chest as if it was trying to get out, to find its way to where it belonged.

She was taken aback, surprised. She hadn’t thought she would see Alder so soon and the burst of serotonin made her almost woozy. She swallowed past the growing lump in her throat, refusing to let any of it show. She pressed her lips thin. “Well, you really know how to make an entrance.

She shut the door behind her. “Are you here ‘cause Rae’s back?”

“I came for you.”

Her breath hitched in her chest under the intense scrutiny. There was a dark fire burning in those eyes.

Alder stepped closer.

Water welled in Tally’s eyes, and she put a hand out, pointer finger up to stop Alder from moving any closer. “No. No, you don’t get to do this.”

“Tally…”

“No, you made me feel crazy.”

“That wasn’t my intention.” Alder hadn’t taken Tally’s gesture to heart. Her hand reach out, entwining with Tally’s, as she stepped into her space, brushing a piece of her hair, that had fallen in the three witches reuniting, behind her ear. “You’re not crazy.”

Tally couldn’t help but lean into the touch as Alder rested her hand against her cheek, long fingers brushing against her skin. “There is just… so much to do. And we don’t have much time.”

She sucked her teeth between her cheeks and diverted her eyes from those that seemed to look deep within her. “So, let me guess. You need my help to find another piece of the First Song.”

She tried to step around Alder but the woman grabbed her wrist so she couldn’t completely escaped.

The air felt hot.

She stared straight ahead at the window. She wasn’t sure she would be in control of herself if she looked anywhere else.

“Tally.”

“Don’t.” She turned around in a huff, stripping off her sweater and throwing it on the ground.

“Listen to me.” Tally glanced up. Sara pressed her finger under her chin, lifting it up even further. “I came here for you. Not for the first song. For you.”

Tally’s eyes glanced to Sara’s lips and saw the slight upturn, almost mocking as if Sara knew that she’d melt immediately.

Sara stepped forward which was an almost impossible feat seeing as they were already chest to chest. Tally stumbled backward, back hitting the chest of drawers behind her.

Sara’s eyes raked down her body. Tally gulped, eyes wide, full of disbelief that any of this was happening at all. “You came here for… this?”

Tally gasped. Sara’s hot breath ghosted across her neck as her lips trailed down Tally’s neck, leaving wet marks all the way to her collarbone. “Hmmmm. You are a prophetess, after all.”

Tally shivered. Sara’s lips spread into a smile against her skin.

Tally’s hands white knuckle gripped the wood behind her. Sara’s hands at her waist were firmly pinning her in place.

Sara pulled back enough for eye contact, dark eyes reaching Tally’s. “Unless I misread -“

“No,” Tally responded quickly, grabbing at the leather of her long coat. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then what happens next?” Sara said with a searing gaze and a titled smile that sent heat surging up from Tally’s core.

“I don’t need my Sight to answer that.” Tally surged forward, up on her tiptoes, and crashed into the feeling she had been striving to find ever since she was cut from the Biddies.

Sara wasn’t soft. She was hard edges, and rough touches. Her teeth bit into Tally’s skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The back of Tally’s knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell. Sarah dropped her long coat to the ground. “Tally Craven…”

There was no point in pretending that hearing General Alder call her by her full name didn’t affect her beyond propriety. It always had and she had always swallowed her reaction. This time she didn’t need to. She bit her lip, letting her legs part slightly, looking up into Sarah’s face, beckoning.

Sarah’s arms were twisted behind her back. Tally could hear the zipper being pulled. Tally leaned forward, reaching down to the edges of her t-shirt, and with her tongue licking at her lips, pulled it up and over her head. Sarah’s intake of breath was more of hiss than anything else as Tally revealed her bare chest.

“You are my ending.”

Sarah made a sound in the back of her throat and the lock on the bedroom door clicked shut. It hadn’t even occurred to Tally - she was completely swept into Sarah’s orbit. It was an issue she had whenever Alder was present. Everything else faded away.

Sarah dropped her dress to the ground. Tally didn’t know what she had been expecting. Black. Lace. Something along those lines. But Sarah’s underwear and bra were the same gray, taupe of her outerwear. There was nothing skimpy about it but as her eyes dragged up Sarah’s body, the only word that came to her mind was “sexy.”

Sarah stepped out of the dress toward the bed, bending, her hands sinking into the mattress on either side of Tally, bringing their faces within inches of one another.

“Do you want this?” Her emphasis on the “you” was impossible to miss. They had once been connected, mind and body, Tally used to strengthen Sarah. After she had left the Biddies, Tally had wondered herself if her feelings were a lasting effect of that or something more. There was still a part of her that wished to have that back, that closeness. But this was something different entirely. Her entire body buzzed with anticipation. Heat coiled in her belly and the wet warmth between her legs was impossible to ignore. None of that was part of being a Biddie. Tally had fallen in too deep with Alder in a multitude of ways.

“Please.”

Sarah’s head dropped and Tally’s fell back as goosebumps erupted on her skin under Sarah’s wet lips as she left open mouthed kisses across her chest. She kissed over the swell of Tally’s breast, tongue flicking against a nipple. Tally gasped as she pulled it between her teeth, gently biting it.

Her head snapped forward and she caught Sarah’s devious eyes, looking up at her from her ministrations. She kept the eye contact as she moved down, over Tally’s trembling and twitching stomach - she couldn’t tell if it was nerves, anticipation, or a bit of both.

Sarah’s tongue licked up the inside of Tally’s thigh, and she couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped her mouth. She was ticklish and apparently the arousal wasn’t enough to overcome that.

“Hmmmm.” Was Sarah’s only response. Teeth nipped lightly at her skin and her fingers clenched, twisting the comforter between them.

“Tally, careful.” The vibration of her lips against Tally’s clit did nothing to help matters. She had never thought about it, her voice as her magic, what would happen if she used it unconsciously. But she did feel as if there was a liquid under her nails and look down to see a shiny silver stream of light flowing from her fingers.

The calmness in Sarah’s eyes didn’t seem to call impending doom, so she wasn’t concerned enough not to focus on where Sarah’s tongue currently was. A breathy, low, “fuck,” escaped her lips. This was nothing like Beltane.

Nothing against Gerit but that had been purely lust built by the atmosphere they had been engulfed in. Besides, remembering Beltane, she couldn’t help but remember Sarah with her hair down, her tight corset, her bare shoulders. Tally laughed, hand clamping quickly over her mouth.

Sarah’s ministrations paused. “Are you alright?”

She caught her breath, stomach twitching from laugher. “I’m sorry.”

“About?”

“Thinking about how sexy you looked at Beltane when you’re right here in front of me.”

Sarah smiled and wiped Tally’s slick from the corner of her mouth. “I remember your excitement from that day. How does it hold up?”

“It doesn’t.” And in a rare fit of daring, Tally reach out to press Sarah’s head back down.

She gasped loudly, breath sucking into her lungs. Everything was always ruined.

“Tally?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Arms snaked across her body, between sheet and bare skin. Lips dragged up her shoulder the back of her neck. Hot breath whisked against her skin. “Tally.”

“I — I can’t help you.”

“With the First song? You’re the only one who can help me, Tally.”

“Something is coming… with Raelle.”

Fingers pressed against her cheek, turning her face. In the darkness it was hard to see Sarah’s features. Her dark eyes disappearing in the night. There was a moment in which she was surprised Sarah was there at all; as if the night had been a dream. And then her shallow breaths caught up to her and she gasped again.

Sarah’s thumb stroked her cheeks. “What did you See?”

The vision had been enmeshed in a dream. It was hard to parse details. “A Witchbomb. The end of the world.”

She ran her hands through her hair, getting caught in tangles. Sarah took her hand and squeezed it in her own, kissing her knuckles.

Tally was frantic in Sarah’s calm. “I need to stop it.”

“We shall.” Sarah said, her voice a mix of what Tally had come to know. Alder now softened by being in bed. “I came for you for more than one reason, Tally Craven.”

“Oh.” Her heart dropped even lower in her chest. Her fear of what was to come mixing with what now seemed trivial. But it didn’t stop an emptiness from beginning to grow between her ribs and her heart.

“Neither more important than the other.”

Tally scoffed, for some reason becoming aware that she wore nothing. She could make out the hint of Sarah’s smile in the dark. What hurt the most was the it wasn’t hiding anything. They both knew that statement to be false, but the sentiment was understood.

“This really was real then.”

“You are the beginning and you are my end.”

The shift wasn’t lost on Tally. There was something of a sadness in the words, different from the night before. Tally wondered how much she could actually See, and what Sarah Alder already knew.

[jennysparksandtheauthority]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Motherland: Fort Salem (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raelle Collar/Scylla Ramshorn, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Abigail Bellweather & Raelle Collar & Tally Craven Characters: Raelle Collar, Scylla Ramshorn, Tally Craven, Abigail Bellweather, Anacostia Quartermaine, Byron (Motherland: Fort Salem), Porter (Motherland: Fort Salem), And more to come in upcoming chapters including a certain General, The Dossier (if Nancy says it's a character it's a character), Glory Moffett, Gregorio Shellbark, Willa Collar (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Scylla Ramshorn Needs a Hug, But so does Raelle, A little bit of politics cause that can be fun too, Worldbuilding, Drama & Romance, Romantic Comedy, Angst and Fluff and Smut, (eventually lol), Happy ending but they’re going to have to work for it! Summary:

Scylla is the enchanting queen of the small isolated kingdom of Eyanland, an island off the coast of Norway. Raelle is a young, brilliant doctor, invited by the crown to honor her mother’s legacy and receive an award in her name.

They don't know it yet, but the night they meet their lives will change forever.

+ The Playlist: The Weight of Duty

Chapter 9 is up. We’re going FULL ROMANTIC COMEDY SHENANIGANS.

[littlesolo]

Overwhelmed by Ideas

I've been putting off my rewatch of MFS because I am neck deep in NCIS Hawaii. I love Kate and Lucy and have written more fics for them than I have for any other fandom and Season Three starts in February.

Theoretically, I could manage more than one fandom in my head. I still write for other fandoms sometimes, just quick one shots and drabbles, but this is different.

Before I got into NCIS Hawaii, I was neck deep in the Bly Manor fandom with a handful of fics in progress. Once I got into Kacy though, I couldn't think about anything else? Sorry Bly Manor, but Kate and Lucy give me more to work with than Dani and Jamie.

I'm slightly afraid if I get back into Motherland Fort Salem, I'll abandon NCIS Hawaii like I did Bly Manor. Realistically, that's probably unlikely since there are two seasons of NCIS Hawaii already, giving me plenty to work with and more on the way, but the anxiety still lingers. (If I excel at anything, it's anxiety).

My biggest problem is that I have Talder ideas forming in my head still. I'd be doing the rewatch to get details right, but at this point, I have almost as many Talder ideas as I do Kacy ideas in my notes.

Until I figure out what to do, the only course of action is to bang my head in frustration against my desk, add to my notes, and keep working on the fics I'm already working on.

But I've gotten a few asks about it, so this is the only update I can offer at the moment.

[gay-art-vibes]

New fic!

A short (10k) that I wrote for Talder / Motherland Fort Salem. I’ve been binging Talder fics for months and hadn’t written anything for them in a long while so it was time.

Enjoy!

[no-dominion-eyes]

I write some stuff on Ao3 as No_Dominion. All wlw.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/No_Dominion/pseuds/No_Dominion

Right now working on a Carmilla hollstein fic and I have a whole raylla one already up. Can’t seem to resist fluff and angst so if that’s your jam you can find here!

I don’t know tumblr etiquette as I haven’t been here since like 2016 so SORRY. Working on it. Let me know if I’m a nightmare I will change for you <3

[roseredchevy]

i desperately need new talder fics because i feel like i’ve read all of them at this point

[strangesmallbard]

'cause i love you, a bushel and a chlorophyllum molybdites (1/1)

Fandom: Motherland: Fort Salem

Rating: M

Word Count: 7,253

Characters/Pairing: Tally Craven/Sarah Alder

Summary: Tally Craven has a panic attack and buys Sarah Alder a stuffie.

Content Warnings: included in the tags

Preview:

Maybe it could be that simple. If she still had her Sight, she could know it was simple, but she doesn’t, so that’s that. She can have hard conversations with Sarah. Duh! That’s the foundation of their entire relationship, before they got together. Maybe—

“Wait. You’re getting that for Alder? I have so many questions.”

read on ao3

[arbitrarygreay]

Motherland Fort Salem is the first show I've seen since Little Witch Academia with a more nuanced approach to leadership, or rather, the way different kinds of people move things forward. In LWA, Akko was the provocateur. She came in with the big ideas, big talk, and willingness to throw herself at things for the sake of them. This would often inspire her friends to help her. One aspect of this, though, is that one reason Akko gathered so many to help her in her plans was that, especially in the earlier episodes, she needed all of the help she could get. In Stanship Takes Off, a much more capable and confident Akko instead is happy to become the helper, supporting her friend's big ideas. Akko is a ringleader, but very much not a traditional leader. Still, even for the series finale of LWA, the final configuration is that Akko sets the stage for the big game-changing idea, and it takes a partner like Diana to see it through with her to reality. As well, the previous generation fails at the same goal because of not having built the same kind of wider relationship network. In LWA, leadership is explicitly a collaborative thing. We see this in Motherland Fort Salem, especially in the developments from S1 to S2. In S1, we begin with the idea of totalizing excellence, from the expectations of the Bellweather family to the dominating authority of Alder, to the expectation of death from touching the Mycelium. Raelle can only perform small petty rebellions, feeling helpless against the scope of the institution's entrenchment. Tally and Abigail both believe that the latter is meant to command others to follow her over a cliff. Scylla answers to a faceless balloon who threatens her life. Anacostia is the perfect soldier. S2 shifts all of those dynamics to something more like LWA. Raelle is "the chosen one" with special powers, but doesn't inspire people to action. Even moreso, neither does Abigail, whose conventional capability only barely sways Adil's heart. Obviously, the entire season is about Alder's downfall. And in the same way that all of the Into The Badlands' cast spend most of the plot reacting to The Widow's initiatives, pegging her as the true protagonist of the narrative, Tally Craven becomes the nexus around which Motherland Fort Salem's world meaningfully moves. Though Tally is much more capable on her own compared to Akko, like the reason why Akko was chosen by the Shiny Rod, Tally is thinking on a level up from everyone else, about what should be beyond what is possible. She pulls Raelle the raw talent and Abigail the honed ambition into executing her intent. It's no coincidence that her big talent is Sight. Tally is literally the one with vision. (Meanwhile, the Mycelium is revealed to be the opposite of the totalizing authority Alder has become. Instead, it was the epitome of her most human moment and a collective of human emotion, a reaction to the tragedies created by political backstabbing.)

[she-is-27-i-checked]

Read a fic recently that came up with an explanation for why Alder suddenly developed an affinity for pink eyeshadow after The Mother sent her back.

If that's not a fix-it fic I don't know what is.

You writers really are doing the lord's work.